*Disclaimer I do not own Ouran Host Club.
Back in our world
By Alimackatjac
Chapter 35 Convergence
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Hikaru's POV
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A slight rustling from another room rips me from my peaceful slumber, causing my heavy arms to blindly reach out and sleepily tightened. Only to find a cold throw pillow, with small familiar whiffs of strawberries emanating from the rough patterned fabric. Irritated and still very much half-asleep I fling the square pillow to the side, before aimlessly feeling around for my missing companion.
With nothing but unoccupied bedding gracing my searching fingertips, I slowly turn my head to the other side. Wiping my drowsy, sleep hazed face against the rough fabric. Hoping to find the brunet beauty's curved side, contently laying, just a little further out of my current reach, I begrudgingly crack a blurred eye.
Unfortunately, a warm glow of flickering amber light lingers over a newly vacant spot. Finding only a slight indentation, where someone once slept I impatiently huff. Flinging my outstretched muscled arm to the other side of my body, before crashing back into the makeshift bedding.
Consisting of several uncomfortable throw pillows, a white plush area rug and a slightly "too" small afghan throw, that wasn't exactly meant for "two" full grown adults. Everything haphazardly sprawled out in front of a lowly lit stone fireplace. However, I couldn't complain, it was the best few hours of sleep I've had in a long time. Of course, I think that had more to do with "WHO," was in my arms and less to do with what I managed to scrape together in last night's desperate impromptu search.
Tired, I slowly manage to lift a lethargic hand to rub my weary eyes, before tucking my hands behind my mussed ginger head. With my firm, back sinking against the soft, white, shag carpet my golden eyes slowly open and focus. Noticing barely lit wooden support beams, running along the contrasting darkened ceiling.
With the sudden roll, the soft blanket slips off my bare chest, with only a small corner pooling around my lowly hung sweat pants. Which last night suited me just fine, only stirring for the briefest of seconds to tug off my hoodie in the sweltering room.
Later on, not caring in the slightest as my newly exposed chest dimpled to the unexpected change of temperature. Half woken up to the chilly dip, only served my deepened desires, as I sleepily pulled her closer. Trapping the emanating heat from our closely pressed slumbering bodies.
However, now, with the absence of her silky skin, knowing the slow burning ambers radiating from the glowing hearth simply wasn't enough. I quickly slide a hand from under my head, tugging the blanket just a little further up my chilled chest. Accidently brushing the soft material against my perked peaks along the way. However, the thin throw is simply not enough as I'm left shivering beneath it.
Suddenly hearing nothing but my occasional breath in the still room with no hint of booming thunder or splattering rain, my eyes sleepily, crawl to the covered picture window. Noticing a tranquil darkness peeking out from the heavy curtain I impatiently fling off the annoying cover in search of "someone" far more suited for the task.
Past experience gives me somewhat of an inkling to where she might be, I begin to sleepily stumble in said direction. My bared feet sluggishly shuffle against the cold stone floor, following the occasional sound, breaking the slumbering cabin's still nature.
However, it wasn't long before I found my heart's deepest desire leaning into an open, darkened refrigerator…as expected. The legs of my purple boxers just barely peeking out from the hem of my dark blue hoodie. The same sweatshirt I ripped off in the middle of the night. With her glossed chestnut hair pulled up in a somewhat loose, messy bun, she looked completely adorable.
…Nothing, like my usual.
Being who I am, I never woke up to a woman, or in my case "women", huddled around the refrigerator, trying to make me breakfast….unless it was the help. In fact, most of my "entertainment" hardly ate or for that matter, had any idea that the sleek room showcasing the coffee had, "other" uses.
No, I usually woke up to perfectly fresh faced lovelies with slightly out of placed hair. Trying to look as "sexy," as they possibly could, with pouty lips and large doe like eyes, sleepily blinking up from my bare chest. Whether that was wrapping their powdered, perfectly presented bodies in carefully chosen lingerie from their overnight bag, or nothing at all. They always made their best effort to be, "the one."
Chuckling to myself …I lost a lot of my favorite shirts, that way.
The only job I had, was to just lay there, and pretend to be asleep, while they slyly slipped out of bed, and went to work. At times, it was rather annoying ….But never…never, in all of my years of being, "entertained" did a single women decide to throw on one of my sweaty sweatshirts…. Too bad.
..The teasingly innocent sight, had literally stolen my breath.
Unable to stop myself, my severely lacking arms reach out, curling around the suddenly surprised brunet, nearly jumping out of her skin. "Ahgg!" Haru screamed out causing the vegetables in her arms to fly back into the refrigerator. Startled her wide eyes glance over her shoulder, "Oh, it's you." Breathing a sigh of relief, she notices my sleepy pout. "You shouldn't sneak up on a person like that." She attempts to vainly push away my arms, from around her waist.
Finding a nice, comfortable spot, next to her warm cheek I silently snuggle my stubbled face, closer, while ignoring her objections.
"Morning Hika." Haru, standing next to an open stainless steel door straightens her back, while blindly patting my spikey bed head. "Do you mind, I'm kind of in the middle of something?" Slightly irritated she motions ahead of her, reaching for the scattered vegetables, on the glass shelf.
However, I just sleepily shake my head, as I pull her closer to my chest.
Somewhat peeved the brunet beauty begins to turn around within my arms, holding out a vegetable. "What do you mean, NO, I can't do this if I don't have the use of 'BOTH' of my hands!" She abruptly whips back around, facing the refrigerator she reaches out, leaning on the glass shelf. Something is obviously upset her as she stands there, taking in deep cool breaths, holding a chilled pepper close to face ,pretending to be inspect it . Except, I can plainly see from the side, her eyes are closed.
"Uh, Haru is something-"
"Damn it Hika, at least put on a shirt, your walking around half naked!" However, with warming cheeks she sharply cuts me off.
Hearing her strained demand causes a mischievous knowing smile to spread on my lips. I momentarily remove one of my arms from around her cozy waist to purposely tug on the oversized sweatshirt. "Cant, someone else is wearing it." Shrugging my shoulders, I reply in a bored, matter of fact tone, teasing her further.
The obvious blush on her cheeks darkens as she drops her wide chocolate eyes to her chest. "Oh…uh s-sorry about that." As expected the brunet beauty quickly regains her composure, casually shrugging her shoulders, and going back to her vegetables. "I was cold, so I uh, just grabbed it from the floor."
My mischievous cat like eyes slowly slide over, being sure I catch hers. "Hmm, that's funny, 'cold,' you say, that's exactly what woke me up." Replying in a teasing tone, while tightening my immovable arms around her middle.
It was obvious my close shirtless proximity had a rather, "INTERESTING," effect, on the fumbling brunette. "Uh, yeah I um… figured you wouldn't mind." She nervously swallowed, avoiding my eyes. "I uh just grabbed the first thing I saw.
"So you've said." A devilish grin brushes against the shell of her ear. "Well Haru, you would be wrong… it happens to be a favorite of mine." I teasingly whisper, caring nothing about the blue hoodie I picked up from, who knows where.
"Oh!" She haphazardly juggles the vegetables, in her arm, slapping her palm over her reddened ear. "Hika, stop messing around, and go throw on shirt!" She tries to wiggle out of my arms. "I have work to do!"
"Uh- uh, don't want to." I stubbornly shake my head. However hearing her sharp tone causes me to loosen my arms.
With a heavy annoyed sigh, she shoves my arms away, before reaching around, and shutting the refrigerator door. With her chosen vegetables carefully cradled in her arms, she walks over to her preferred work space, at the stainless steel island. "Come on Hika, don't be like that."
"Like what?" With a mischievous smile, I questioned with a feigned innocent tone. "I'm not doing anything, I'm just standing here.
"Oh come on Hika, be reasonable, you're the head of your family's fashion company, it scan't be that hard to just go grab something, upstairs." She bluntly replies, being sure to avoid my bare chest.
With a bored expression, I leaned on a propped up arm, watching the diligent brunet beauty cut into her first onion. "I didn't say, I 'didn't' have another one, I simply stated I didn't want to."
With a huff, she pulls the knife from the onion, pointing it in the direction of my bedroom. "Damn it Hikaru! Even 'YOU' can't go around half naked, just because you don't want to! It's not right!"
"Why?" Despite the wielding knife, I raise a knowing eyebrow, continuing to tease my flustered girlfriend. "Too distracting?" My smile grows wider as I catch my friend's wide eyes literally stuck on the aforementioned, lingering on my toned chest.
She shakes her head, before purposely rolling her eyes. "As if …no, of course not! It's just uh, not…. POLITE!" Happy with her ill-conceived answer, she nods her head. Reassuring herself before hiding her flaming cheeks. "Yeah that's it. It's not 'polite' in mixed company, I mean."
With a devilish grin, I take one step back from the island, playfully motioning to my entire chest, and then some. Being sure to casually fill her wandering eyes with every taught muscle in my entire well-honed arsenal. "Why, I wear less then this when I go swimming. You never had a problem with it before?"
She shakes her head, refusing to tear her eyes from the island. "Hika that was a long time ago….you uh 'grown', since then."
"Grown, how so? Come on Haru, at least tell a guy what you mean. If you do I just might consider fulling your request." I teasingly offer.
I bite back a triumphantly smile when I notice her let out a defeated sigh, while roughly setting down her knife. "Fine, if that's what it will take." She huffs while wiping her hands on a nearby dishtowel. I can tell Haru is stalling, most likely giving her blushing face a chance to cool. She tosses the towel to the side, stubbornly straightening her shoulders, making every effort to study my body with aloof clinical eye. However, I quickly catch her eyes thoughtlessly trailing.
"Well?"
She shakes my image from her thoughts, nervously dropping her eyes to counter. "I uh said this before, I just think you're more filled out, alright! The brunette grows quiet, barely speaking. "Like uh…. muscle wise." Her eyes glance over to my low hanging sweat pants, barely cling around my ass. "Besides, it's uh not what your wearing it's um ….how."
Teasingly amused, I hunch back around the island. "I see… you know Haru I could say the same." With a mischievous smile, I playfully pluck the shoulder of my sweatshirt, as my golden eyes quickly hold her prisoner. . "You're um …wearing half my outfit." With my head resting on my propped up arm, my body begins to be drawn closer.
"Uh yeah….you um-" Seeing our faces grow close she abruptly breaks our gaze going back to her vegetables.
Frustrated, I blow out a heavy sigh, before motioning at what's between us. "Haru, what are you doing?"
She gives me an incredulous look, "Hika, what does it look like? I'm preparing breakfast? I mean, even 'you' have to eat… I uh just figured I'd make us a good hot breakfast, giving us plenty of fuel to start cleaning up outside."
"Okay for once, pretend I'm not a so called 'rich bastard', who wouldn't have the slightest idea how to even attempt something like that, in the first place." I dryly add finding the idea unappealing …and well that's pretty much it. "Now aside from that I know by this lit candle here, that, you know we're out of power… So again, I'll ask."
"I uh figured I could at least start doing 'something', until it came back on."
"Aww Haru in a small town that could be days….possibly weeks. Besides, I'm pretty sure, when you rent 'even" a place like this." With a bored expression I motion around the room, "They have 'people,' who do that sort of thing." With my sleepy bedhead resting in my propped up hands I shrug my shoulders, giving a bored tone. "I mean if need be, we can always just rent another place. No need for us to-"
Her chocolate eyes blaze, giving off a sharp offended look. "Hika, that doesn't mean we shouldn't-"
"Haru, it's still dark outside." One of my hands swings from under my chin, motioning to the ashen sky through the kitchen window.
"I uh." Flustered she drops her eyes.
Seeing the brunet beauty speechless, I drop my other hand to the surface of the island, leaning my mussed bed head closer. With a devilish smile, my eyes intently sweep over the chest of my blue hoodie. "Besides ….I came here for something far more important, then some tossed over patio future."
She quickly catches where my eyes had lingered. "Really Hika, a shirt? You're still going on and on, about your damn Sweatshirt?!" Irritated she pulls at the cotton in disbelief.
With her cheeks flaring, I can't help but be amused as I shake my head, straightening my wide uncovered shoulders. Towering over the brunet beauty with a mischievous smirk curling on the side of my lips. "No, I came back for whose inside it." And with that, I quickly scoped the unsuspecting woman up in my arms, effortlessly flinging her over my shoulders, as if she weighted nothing. My golden eyes skimming over her curved, purple boxer covered butt, "Better hold on."
"What hell are you doing, Hikaru, put me down!" She kicks her legs, while smacking my back.
"Cant." With one huff, I carefully blow out the cinnamon scented candle leaving us in a comfortable darkness.
With a flash of her indignant chocolate eyes, she paused for a moment in the heavy barrage of attacks to allow a flustered sigh to tumble from her lips " Fine ….but we just can't leave everything out!"
"Says who?" an inkling of a lazy grin spreads across my face as we reach our destination.
"Damn it Hikaru, Says Me! You're wasting food! Just give me a minute to clean everything up!"
"Nope, don't want to."
"Darn you Hitachiin, put me down! ….Uh why are we leaving the kitchen?"
"Hikaru, my love." I can't help but let out an amused chuckle as she flails over my shoulder. "For you, 'ALWAYS' Hikaru or Hika, if that's what you prefer… but never just Hitachiin."
It was true out of everyone in this world, there was one and only one person, that we minded just being called by our family name. We didn't give a damn if anyone else got it right. It was just simpler to stand there with a pasted smile on your face or in my case try not to roll my eyes to whatever asshole got it wrong. Yeah, deep down it hurt like a bitch that no one could get it straight, especially when we were kids. We quickly learned the easiest way to avoid disappointment was not to rely on anyone else…and for most part, the isolation worked.
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Publicly Kao, and I just melted into one entity, "Hitachiin-sama." But now with that one person accepting a permit place in "both" our lives, we would secretly seek solace from that one person, that could always tell us apart…. That always treated us as individuals.
…And for once, the world didn't look so crappy.
"AGGHH Hikaru, That's not the point, and you know it!
In a vain attempt to regain my temporary loss of hearing I try and stretch my jaw, while tapping the side of my ear. "Easy Haru, has anyone ever told you, it's rude to be this loud, at this time of night. You'll wake people up." Making my way through the darkened house, I easily carry the fighting mad brunet over my shoulder, fully ignoring her earsplitting demands.
"Hikaru, were the only ones here!"
"True, but I was referring to the unfortunate souls 'OUTSIDE' of the house …Besides if you're referring to letting you go, I fully intend to." No sooner, when I said the words Haru's body is quickly flung from my shoulders, to the floor. With a soft thud, the brunet beauty abruptly curls out on to our makeshift bed, causing the air to billow from under the cushions, and throw pillows. "See, Happy now?" Instantly my smug face is hovering just inches from the shocked brunet, with the romantic amber glow warming the side of our face.
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Her round chocolate eyes glance around her surroundings, before blinking back at me. "Um… sort of? I'm back where I uh started." Giving me a questioning look before I decided to clear her adorable confusion. Carefully sliding my hoodie over the brunet's head. Leaving the fuming brunet in only my t-shirt and purple boxers, as she lays beneath me. She huffs blowing her strands away from her face. "Th…there now that you've collected that, 'damn thing", I can go back to what I was doing." Noticing are sudden close proximity she shivers, running her hands over her bare crossed arms. Attempting to scoot out from underneath me.
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"Oh, no you don't, not this time." Tossing the blue hoodie over my shoulder, without another thought, I purposely lean closer, cutting off her exit. "I seem to recall telling you I'm seeking something else." A provocative smirk slowly tugs on the corner of my lips.
"Oh, you mean what you were going to do aft aft…, after, the storm?" Haru nervously slides her eyes to the side, avoiding my expectant gaze. "When you said we would…um, since we are now um to-together." Even in the soft radiant glow of burning ambers, I could easily detect the streaks of pink flaring on her cheeks, as she stumbles with her words.
"Even before that." Noticing the burner phone's long shadow painted against the white cushion, I quickly reach over her head. Switching it off.
…Koa is just going to have to manage things on his own, for a while.
She nervously fumbles with her words, catching sight of my actions. "Before that, I'm uh not sure…what you mean?" With my smirking lips just inches away I teasingly watch as she looks up and away from me in an effort to recall past events.
Without looking away, my hands gently, but firmly unfurl her arms. "Yep, I promised." Teasingly sliding my strong hands over each of her delicate arms, lacing our fingers together.
Her chocolate eyes anxiously flash to either side of her head. Noticing her trapped intertwined fingers, she nervously clears her throat. "Uh Hika, wh.…what exactly did you uh…. promise?"
"Oh, nothing really, just a little… revenge." Teasingly my yearning half lidded eyes bounce from her eyes to that inviting patch of glossed skin, just under her nose. Unable to hold back I abruptly fall, dominantly taking over her lips with a sweet needful moment.
"Um... revenge?"
"That's right Haru, you remember, don't you?" Drifting from her sugary strawberry lips to the tantalizing skin, nestled between her shoulder and neck. A devious smile presses against her drumming pulse, only briefly halting my advances, mumbling against her freshly kissed skin. "Your punishment."
"Oh, that. So you uh, remembered?" She twisted from my grip shoving against my shoulders, nearly cringing at finally remembering that tidbit of information.
Breathing out a soft chuckle I gaze into her warm cinnamon orbs as my grin quickly grows wide. "Yes that, when you blatantly ignored orders, leaving your bed."
Noticing Haru silently fuming at my choice of words, I flop to my side. Leaning on an elbow, I playfully reach out, tenderly caressing the side of her burning face. While gazing into her fiery pools I blindly stretch my fingers to the back of the brunet's head, carefully pulling her hair tie, causing her glossy chestnut strands to puddle and slide off her pillow. "Tsk, tsk…now what should this, 'rich bastard' do with you, Haru?" I seductively tsk, my mussed ginger head slowly descends, softly pressing my lips to her warmed cheek, before teasingly nibbling on her ear.
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"Listen here Hikaru, I'm not one of your flunkeys I…I…was needed-"Her beautiful voice trembles with a mix of frustration and emerging arousal. Her shaking half closed fists forcefully push against my exposed chest.
Breathing against her neck, in between kisses, "Shhh, Haru, my love, it was rhetorical."
Causing her pushing hands to momentarily subside. "I uh..." Her head falls back with her hesitant words.
Feeling her uncertainty melt away, our long awaited time... After years of depressing torment, on both sides. After the relentless longing, the lies….This agonizingly sweet moment has finally come to fruition, in the mountains of the French Alps, no less.
….It's just as well be here, as this time
…this time, I wasn't going to let anything, or 'ANYONE' stand in our way.
Trailing alluring kisses back to her ear, brushing my lips against her alabaster skin, before my heated breath blows against it. "I know exactly what to do….For years, I've dreamed of this very moment."
Freeing up both my hands I deliberately reach across the shivering brunet, caging her under my arms, and chest. Tense rigid muscles across my back and arms stretch and tighten with the mere thought of what I wanted to do…of what I needed to do. My desperately searching fingers push away the once quaint thought of restraint. Blindly searching for the hem of my damn t-shirt, I edge the thing up her body, before whipping it off her head.
Her unbridled mounds jiggle against my heated flesh, under my bare chest, causing my breath to be stolen. My escalating desires, savoring every second of our impending convergence gone in a matter of seconds as my hand abruptly searches for the remainder of her clothing. Falling deeper into the utter "need," to make her mine.
Faltering to the fact that, with my luck, any minute some asshole's helicopter could land on the freaking roof or Honey-sempi could break down the damn door….or worse yet manage to trip on a suitcase filled with photos of our um…"finer" moments. The split second I manage to "relieve" her from my purple boxers.
My thumb quickly hooks around the silky pair of shorts, and somewhat expeditiously tugs them off her legs. Figuring there would be plenty of opportunities in the foreseeable future, AFTER the initial act of making the brunet beauty, "forever mine, I hasten my actions."
"Hika?!" Of course, my abrupt action brings Haru screaming back to reality from my pleasured antics. Her delicate hands jerks my body closer. Here surprised chocolate eyes blinking back from the enthralling, fogged daze I had her so successful under. She pulls her head away from our escalating moment. Sprawled out chestnut strands sink back into the rough throw pillow, as she tosses her arm over her forehead, catching her breath.
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As soon as she sharply calls out my name, my one shaky hands freezes at my waistband. Her wide chocolate eyes pinned to the side of fireplace, nervously avoiding her now naked form only covered by my body. "Uh Hika, I uh should probably-"
Acting as nothing has changed I begin to shower her neck with kisses, only humming a quick reply. Figuratively pulling her resisting naked form under my glistening pool of adoration.
Gently pulling at her tender skin just under her agitated pulse, causing a small whimper to blow through her naturally glossed lips. Haru's free hand dives in to my mussed bedhead, pulling my strands between her fingers .The incredible feeling of her delicate hand descending into my scalp, almost uncontrollably, further encourages my tongue to seductively lick across my small red creation. Gently soothing away, my love bite before repeating the process.
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Sounds of emerging seduction curl against my ear causing my shaky free hand to quickly pull down at my waistband. With little to no response from my distracted love, I manage to completely slip off the remainder of my clothes, kicking them away from our feet. Leaving the last bit of throbbing, unseen skin pressed against her heated thigh.
Her active fingers pause when the last barrier between our bodies is stripped away. "Um Hika, w-why so fast?"
Hearing a new found nervousness caught in her throat I begrudgingly peel her hand from my head. My pleading eyes staring deep into her round, chocolate pools as I gently press my hungry lips to the inside of her wrist. "Shhh my love, everything will be perfect, just surrender yourself, to me."
Her entire being sinks subsequently into my loving devotion, her eyes sliding closed with a pleasured sigh. Falling deeper under my heated influenced affections, she blindly caresses my stubbled cheek. I could have sworn I heard the large clock, in the impassioned air stop ticking. As my body as well as my request, lay humbly before the brunet beauty.
…Waiting with bated breath for her approval.
Feeling like time was endlessly caught on the same number, before I received the distracted nod. With my answer, a mischievous smirk lingers on my lips, before dropping attention, as well as my eyes. Reveling in the sight of her harden nubs, perched on supple slopes of jiggling flesh, heaving in the cool night air.
Kissing my way up her arm, and across her perky chest. Lightly pressing my worshipping lips against the orange glow flickering over her mounded skin. Sliding my hands over each arm, deliberately locking her grasping fingers with mine. With every taste, my burgeoning tense body slips further in its own heightened need.
Her inpatient fingers squeeze against mine as I teasingly wander around the pruned erect skin but never actually lick the pinkish nub. "Aww Hika, please ….touch me."
With her whimpered plea, my determined hands lift her arching body towards my hungry mouth. My fiery golden eyes skim the delicate surface of her alabaster skin before engulfing the brunette beauty's perky nub between my lips. Allowing all of my attention to be slowly smothered on her bowed chest.
In an escalating wave of heightened arousal, her bottom lip slides under her pressing front teeth. In a vain attempt of holding, back the fruits of my impassioned labor. Haru's exploring fingers lightly drag over the skin of my shoulders, and up my neck. Roughly grasping at handfuls of my hair, desperately pulling me closer to her.
At the sudden wordless command, a pleasured veracity causes my tense muscles to spasm with an abrupt need…. to experience all of her.
With one arm, supporting my strained body, my shaky hand attentively slides under the addictive patch of skin. Manipulating both sides of her mounding flesh. With the undeniable intensity shivering throughout every cell of my being I easily, slide between her legs.
An impish smile gathers on my lips, feeling her saturated thighs brush against my hips. Lifting my head to see her beautiful chocolate eyes anxiously lingering on the mantle of the stone fireplace, avoiding mine. A bright crimson brushed over her warming cheeks as her own inherent need for my body, is now more than just visibly apparent.
Taking advantage of the slight awkward distraction, I lovingly lay a small kiss on the inside of her wrist before sliding away. Hastily sitting up, searching for my wallet on the side of our makeshift bed. Using only the soft glow of the fireplace as light I quickly find what I'm looking for. Soon I'm holding up a foiled square in the dimly lit room.
My experienced fingers surprisingly fumble, ripping the top corner, before sliding out a single latex circle. Holding my breath as the cool, tight sensation stretches over my engorged skin. Peeking over my shoulders, I see Haru's round curious eyes quickly bounce back to the fireplace, and away from me…or rather away from my bottom half.
With a knowing teasing smile I carefully crawl back, casting a shadow over her angelic apprehensive face. Gently prying the soft throw from her grasping fingers nervously holding it against her chest. Rejoining her intoxicating warm body, I comfortably nestle my hip between her legs.
Noticing her shoulders tense, and avoiding my attention I wordlessly slip a guiding hand, to the side of her face, coaxing her glossy lips to mine. The taunt muscles running across my back and shoulders strain with the swelling need as my head lovingly lingers over her lips. Falling deeper in our shared fevered moment, I blindly fight back the intense urge. My sweaty fingers tightly curl around the shag carpet.
"Um Hika-"She momentarily pulls away.
However, I can't clear my own fogged head, enough to pull my lips away, speaking out of breath, between devouring kisses. "Shhh my love …. there's no more lies ….no more excuses standing in our way …Pleas Haru, we 'both,' need this."
With only the sound of the smoldering fire, and our impassioned breaths she awkwardly swallows, "Yeah,….Just uh do me a favor, Hika….be gentle?" She quickly allows herself to slip back under my intense influence.
NO longer being able to hold back the flood gates of years of desperate prolonged need, I position my tighty wrapped member, over her needful spot. With a free hand, I possessively dip my throbbing tip closer, slathering it around her wetness. Feeling her saturated skin causes my tightened muscles to tense and shiver throughout my heightened body.
Seeing her chestnut head sharply jerk back with a pleasured moan my grasp tightens, mischievously rubbing my sensitive tip into her impassioned folds. Hearing her saturated readiness, finding my own attentions unrelenting I hover close to her swelling entrance.
….Waiting for the anticipated permission.
Already laden with trails of sweat trickling down the side of my face, and back I receive the long awaited, yet mostly distracted nod. With our shared and complete affirmation, I carefully square my rigid shoulders and shallowly dip my throbbing tip between her soaked folds.
I can't help but ignore her clutching fingers, sinking into my shoulders, as the most intoxicating feeling causes a pleasured groan to slip from my lips. "Awwww". Jetting my own head back, my entire body tenses, and quakes with the immense urge to plunge ahead.
Hearing an uncomfortable whimper, causes my fingers on my supporting hand to roughly yank the shagged carpet between my fingers. After what feels like an unrelenting lapse of time, I can feel her grasp wane and loosen. Giving me, the wordless go ahead, to cautiously continue.
Feeling her sweltering heat twist around my driving tip, "Aww-wwwe," A pleasured moan tumbles out in a playful satisfied chuckle. Pools of sweat emerge on my forehead from the sheer magnitude of not drilling all the way through the hot squeezing skin. Self-sacrificing my own merciless need, slowly forging forward, just an inch at a time. Stopping just before her nails scrape along my back.
Fighting my straining urges, I try my best to endure the time of Haru's body adjusting to my intruding member. Once her grasp lessens, I gradually plunge forward, when my engorged tip momentarily meets surprising resistance. My startled round, golden eyes suddenly glance up to her slightly embarrassed, knowing chocolate ones.
She blindly reaches out from my shoulder, taking my free hand, for support. Our fingers tighten, while I wait for her full attention before making the final plunge. Staring down with a remorseful, yet determined eyes, I sharply jet my hips forward.
Permanently claiming my place in her accepting body.
Haru screams, her pained body arches with my decisive thrust. With her lacing fingers tightening, almost strangling my hand as I begin to lovingly soothe the ache with sweet tender kisses. I patiently wait.
….as my body burns with need.
My watchful eyes never leave her wincing face, feeling my throbbing skin get twisted and squeezed against her relentless slick walls. After a long moment, her face relaxes, along with her body. Giving me the sign to slowly pull back my hips before thrusting forward. Each time building up momentum, pushing pass the searing hot flesh, with my hard engorged member.
Squeezing against our laced fingers as I can feel every inch of our passionate connection. Our shared unbreakable gaze makes the friction creating bound unbelievably intense and intimate .Sharing every needy moan, every tossed about sweaty strand, clinging to the side of her beautiful face. Every heated reaction to our shared, pleasured moment.
Teetering in the testosterone driven need to push harder, faster and the innate desire to last forever….or at least as long as my quickly expanding member, would allow. Taking full advantage to the strangling effect on the overly stretched latex, my fingers slide out of her hand. With our gazes locked the brunet beauty searching fingers blindly takeover, exploring every perspiring valley, and muscled bump, on my slick chest.
My clutching hand roughly wraps around her sweaty hipbone, jerking it closer to mine. With the slight change in angle, I quickly feel my tip abruptly bump into her end. Her tense grasping body cries out with unbridled pleasure, causing a knowing, satisfied, impish smile to form on my perspiring, inflamed face.
"Awwww, Hika!" Haru's large round eyes squeeze shut, concentrating on the new found feeling. My thrusting motions relentlessly drive in and out. Her searing hot walls twisting around my sensitive skin. Making it practically impossible to last any further.
Seeing my almost overwhelmed beloved uncontrollable calling out with her head held back. Disheveled locks of chestnut cascade down, shadowing over the pillow. Her taunt arms hanging off my neck, teetering on the very precipice of ecstasy. I reach up and place her delicate hands, one by one, guiding them against the hard plains of my heaving chest. Gently teasing her long fingers around my own harden nubs. "Haru please! ... Don't look away from me….share 'your' end with me." Feeling it quickly approaching my strained words, push pass my clenched teeth.
….Knowing I wouldn't last pass Haru's climax.
Almost completely taken over in the throes of passion her slicked head thrashes against the throw pillow. "Not sure I…can …Aggghh… Hika!"
With her beautiful, face distorted with every impassioned stroke I force my body to slower my pace. "Please my love."
Her desperate burning eyes flutter open, staring up into mine. Seeing my mirrored image of fierce determination reflected in her large chocolate pools…. but also complete devotion…Because I would literally do anything for this woman
…I hadirreparably fallen for… so many years ago.
My firm fingers sink into her slippery thigh, firmly holding her writhing body still, being sure my driving member hits exactly where I need it too. Causing a wet escalating slapping sound between our sweaty bodies. "Ahgg Hika, I can't! S-something feels wrong! We need to stop!"
She begins to plead, pushing against my chest. Feeling her increased wetness drip from my pulled out member, I slam back just as hard. Physically rocking her body. . "No, there's not, Haru! I can feel it …. Your almost there!"
Her stifling insides practically wrap around my engorged skin. "Damn it Hika, I can't!"
"Yes…. You…. can." Straining against each word spoken, I quickly catch her arms lacing our fingers, firmly trapping them next to her head. Staring down with pleading eyes, my strained voice …..Turns calm. "Please Haru …..Trust me."
Fighting the increased tighten feeling with flushed cheeks she cautiously nods her head. "Alright ….Hika." However, I begin to feel that certain tingling sensation, telling me I needed to speed things up, if I was going to bring Haru to her end. Physically beating back my own end, I relentlessly increase my thrusts into her compressed, slicked skin.
"AHHHG!" With the new intense pace, Haru can't help but scream. However, this time she doesn't close her eyes. "Damn it! Hika, W…what are you doing to me!" She throws her hands up sinking her nails into my bulging biceps, forcefully pushing against my immoveable arms.
Feeling the piercing pricks from her clenching fingers only adds to my inherent need. "Stay with me love." Her body stiffens, "just a little further." Suddenly her insides contort almost into a knot, squeezing against my hard throbbing skin. "OH damn it …. Haru…you feel so fucken amazing!"
"Oh! Oh! ….oh my… fuck!" Her searing hot skin flushes over my strangled member. "HI KA-HIKA-RUUUU!" Her beautiful voice echoes through the entire house, just before weakly collapsing, back into the makeshift bed.
Seconds later, that tightened tingling feeling suddenly rushes throughout my stiffened body, causing me to thrust myself deep into her folds. My own breathless voice rips through the house. "Oh D-damn it, H-Haruuuu!"
Shattering my waning restraint, my strangled member violently bursts into my love. Finally …..Making Haruhi Fujioka.
"Mine."
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END of Hikaru's POV
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Kaoru's POV
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Meanwhile...
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"What?!" Other than my anxious mother, and an amusing chuckle coming from a ginger haired mob boss, a string of voices burst out all around the room. Perhaps no one more boisterous than the outraged cross-dresser, himself. As he's now, practically seething in his chair with strained fingers gouging into the dark stained arms of his chair. Ever tightening, ready to spring out of it, at any second.
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It's not that I expected any different from the fuming father. In fact I was bit surprised I wasn't already on the floor. Having my face "sacrificed," as the ginger father's punching bag. Maybe the thuggish wanta-be bartender wasn't just here for my sake? Maybe just maybe, he was there to keep a tight hold on Ranka's leash, as well? Hika did say after the confusion Ritsu was almost apologetic in the matter. Not to mention since strolling into the room, he seems somewhat frustrated with the overprotective father.
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With my deadly serious eyes burning towards Haru's father, I try and conceal my shaking hands into two tightened fists, holding them against my sides. Waiting for some kind of response for my rather abrupt revelation.
Out the very edge of my eye, I can see my mother whirl around in her seat, snapping her fingers. "Hey, you there, no time like the present to make yourself useful .Drinks all around!" She twirls around a single polished finger, before shifting back in her seat, raising a knowing eyebrow, while speaking under her breath, in my direction. "THIS 'particular,' conversation, is going to need quite a few."
"Coming up Mrs. H!" Of course, the obedient, murderous thug happily nods his head, pushes up his sleeves, and gets to work.
With a heavy sigh, I blindly scold my mother's lighthearted antics. "Mother!" Inwardly rolling my unseen eyes. At times like these, I can't help but notice where my twin's "spirited" personality comes from.
With a playful smile, my mother shrugs her shoulders, while gracefully crossing her legs. "What, I'm simply trying to help…. Lil pumpkin." The fashion icon teasingly speaks, wagging a perfectly polished finger. "You my dear, should have taken your mother's sound advice."
Other than my mother's teasing tone, nothing was breaking the tense atmosphere. As Haru's ginger headed father remained silent but visibly shaking in his chair.
Seeing this I quickly throw out my hands, in a vain attempt at calming Ranka's impending rage. "Now, now, Ranka, be reasonable … I'm not a hundred percent sure in what capacity, that will entail." I nervously chuckle, "I...I mean a lot of that, depends on Haru….an-and what she wants."
Ranka dramatically smacks his chest, making a point. "Haru is it? You mean my freaking daughter, Haruhi Fujioka, don't you? You know like me, Ryōji Fujioka, you damn rich bastard!"
"Hey, who's this Ryoji guy, I've never heard of him. I thought Ranka was her only parent? Where this other guy been this entire time?" The taller thug whispers to his cohort, who only silently shrugs his shoulders in response.
After hearing the two thugs, the crossdressing father with an incredulous expression shakes his head, however he remains silent.
With the interruption, I awkwardly clear my throat, attentively calling for the crossdressing father's attention. "As you know, 'Fujioka-san,' there's several issues that 'need,' to be at least discussed…before the three of us can even sit down."
One in particular….
….. My damned… 'Uncontrolled' guilty pleasure.
No matter how my previous monstrous behavior made me want to peel away, my own filthy skin I WILL not make the same mistake. Even if it means loving her from afar…This time ….this time I REFUSE to back down ...NOT for Hika and certainly not because of my own freaking issues!
I nervously swallow against my sandpaper throat, "if Haru allows it, then yes." I sharply nod my head, leaving my unyielding resolve in full view of the "steamed" father. "Hika and I have come to an 'understanding', that 'this' time neither of us are able to walk away. The two of us will stay by her side ….'Permanently'. Neither of us are going back to the way it used to be ….we should have NEVER let it get that way, in the FIRST place."
"Wait, you mean as friends right, as her protectors?" The burly thug immediately hovers a crystal cantor over an already filled glass.
His shorter cohort irritably lets out a frustrated huff, unfolds his thick arms from his chest before slapping the considerably stronger looking, would-be bartender. "You damn idiot. Do you really think Ranka, would be freaking out, if it was just that?"
Paying no mind to the glowing handprint, now radiating from his stubbled cheek, the brutish thug shrugs his massive shoulders. "Well yeah, you know the damn cross dresser he's always freaking out about his daughter, for this or that. The only one he'd even let near her was one of us, or the boss. Hell, even then he only tolerated it, for her protection…always watching us, with those creepy eagle eyes, of his. "
Frustrated the shorter man dressed in a perfectly pressed double breasted, dark blue suit slaps his forehead. Almost as hard as the previous slap to his friend. After a short sigh, his hand slides down his scrunched up face, leaving yet another hand print smack dab in the middle of his forehead. "THEY PLAN ON SLEEPING WITH HER, YOU IGNORAMAOUS! " The shorter man suddenly shouts in the aspiring bartender's ear.
All I could do is silently shake my head, while crossing my arms over my chest. My eyes suddenly catch Ranka unknowingly mirroring my exact behavior, causing me to awkwardly throwback my arms behind my back. Avoiding my eyes with the now, implied, deeply personal actions, echoing all throughout my hotel's suite.
…That my mother just happened to be sitting in.
Appalled, the would-be bartender violently slams the crystal cantor down, causing the already poured drinks to slush against their polished sides. His beefy fingers strangling the neck, of the decorative container. With every ongoing minute resembling more and more of his true murderous self, in my direction. "What, you can't 'touch,' our "little sister" like that!"
. "Little sister? You sick bastard, you're the damn pervert going on and on about soapy t shirts! " The shorter thug slaps the back of the man's head, before sharply pointing to the tray in front of them. "Now go on do your damn job! Mrs. H is waiting!"
The massive thug, who could so easily pound his much shorter cohort into the floor literally does nothing in retaliation, but picks up the filled tray and continues to carry out what was ordered. "Alright, I'm going. There's no need…. always being so violent." The would-be bartender nods his shamed head before scurrying out into the room.
Ritsu quickly sees the offered tray and swings an arm out, choosing a double scotch, while chuckling to himself. "I thought so…. you definitely have THAT look in your eyes." The mobster amusingly tips his glass, taking a sip of the golden liquid. While leaning back in the overstuffed chair. He casually drapes his arm around its back, dangling his glass tumbler in between his fingers. "Well congratulations, it took you two long enough! I was beginning to wonder if you two really had the balls to confront him. "
"Why are you just sitting there, laughing?" Ranka's trembling fury snapped towards the chuckling Yakuza boss. "Damn it, you stone-faced gunslinger, you DO understand what he saying? They tend on destroying my delicate little flower!" The fuming crossdresser with dark mascara smudges under his enraged eyes, swings an arm out, sharply pointing, under my belt. "with BOTH of their freaking STINGERS!"
Seeing the furious father point a finger at my nether regions causes my head to suddenly drop. "Stingers? What the- Wait, just how old do you think we are, anyway? "
The father huffs, turning his back while folding his arms. "Oh, whatever your changing the freaking subject."
Wait, just because my brother and I were dipping into the forbidden did not mean we were going to partake in some orgy like free-for-all with our beloved brunet. I seriously doubt my extremely jealous twin could handle that. …and I knew for a fact, in my current state there was no way I could even get near her, in THAT capacity . Furious, for the crude implication, in front of my mother, no less. My head snaps up while roughly tossing my hand out. "Now wait just a minute! No one said we'd be-"
However, the crossdresser rudely cuts me off, confronting my mother. "Are you 'really' okay with this?"
Seeing I'm being purposely ignored, like some damn five year old, too young to understand. I reach up and snap my fingers a few times. "Hey, over here! It's not like I particularly enjoy being yelled at, but I'm the one you should be talking too. I'm the full grown man who's in love with your daughter. My mother has nothing to freaking do with this! " I sarcastically yell out while protectively taking a step in front of her.
Of course, it's not like my mother needs my help, as she coolly ignores us both. With her legs gracefully crossed, my ginger haired mother confidently flips her hair back off of her shoulder, giving the serving thug a teasing smile. "Thanks dear, much appreciated."
However, the thug smitten by my mother's overly flirtatious smile turns the tray so an extra special martini is offered to her. Causing a truly delighted smile to emerge as she slides her fingers under the offered stemmed martini glass. After taking the drink, she reaches up to affectionately pinch his cheek. I could only stand half stunned, staring at the exchange. Not because my mother seemed to be in an entirely different world then the rest of us. No, that was pretty much normal. Always marching to a different beat, that, was my CEO mother in a nutshell. No, I was just wondering where the hell the thug even came up with the needed ingredients to make the professional looking sky blue concoction, in the first place.
She simply ignores my actions as her full attention is now clearly revolving around the small wedge of tooth picked pineapple, gracefully pitched between her french tips. She just shrugs her shoulders in an uninterested manner. "At first… when they first found her, I was a 'tad' concerned for the future… I'll admit." As if overtaken in pure joy she places the yellow fruit between her lips. Savoring it.
"A tab concerned?" Really mother, you hired freaking, 'Nadia' to distract him." I sarcastically retorted.
She waves the toothpick, "That's true, however my stubborn Baby Blu flat out refused her…so in the long run I didn't cause any harm." My mother playfully slides the maraschino cherry from the toothpick, happily bouncing her crossed leg. "Mmm my compliments to your delicious creation!" She happily raises her glass towards the practically ecstatic thug.
Gaping, the shorter mobster slams his whiskey sour down on the bar. "Wait, do you mean 'THE' Nadia? Nadia, the mega super model?! That Nadia?"
Noticing the partially sliced pineapple, laying on the bar, I completely ignore the rest of the usual, "privileged supermodel talk." After all, this wasn't the first time our well-meaning cagey mother sent along some highly recognizable pretty face as a "distraction", for one reason or the other. She has been using her carefully forged ties with the agencies, since long before I was even interested in girls…At first I'm willing to bet it was because of our chosen isolation for "everyone" but each other. Doing her damnedest in tempting us from behind our closed gate.
….of course that didn't stop either of us from occasionally exploiting her intentions, later on in life.
However now, the slack jawed reaction coming from most awestruck men after hearing my plight grew tedious, at best…So my bored golden eyes searched elsewhere for entertainment…and at the moment, it just happened to be the jumbled surface, of my suite's personal bar. Hmm….How in the hell? What, did he do, magically pull the ingredients from his ass?
Knowing I only stocked my usual brand of scotch in the bar, I couldn't help, but wonder to myself. Just how the massive thug managed to pull off such a bevy of various drinks, using only the "ONE" bottle of scotch.
My mother pulls the martini glass from her curled lips, nodding her head. "Yes, that's her."
I stretched my neck, trying to get a better look of what is around the thug. My curious eyebrow perks up, noticing dozens upon dozens of tiny little empty bottles. You know, the ones the plastic faced flight attendants will hull out to the masses, on short commercial flights. Giving you, just enough alcohol to mellow your flight, but nothing to get you completely sloshed and making out with.." I awkwardly cleared my throat, "your uh …neighbor." Before being recklessly pulled away, flying down the center of the isle, on that little metal cart of theirs. Hika acting out that damn scene like he was on the bow of a certain fated ship, headed for an iceberg.
Damn that blonde idiot, it was his fault anyway .Going on and on about commoner ways of travel. Setting up his family's private jet like some damn commuter flight. The Shadow King was so pissed when I nearly broke his glasses after uh …"attacking" him in uh….. his seat.
The aspiring thug stops shaking a brand new silver shaker. "Wait, he 'actually' didn't nail that smoking hot goddess?"
I rolled my eyes. 'Did he have some kind of bag behind him, I didn't see him slip out of the room ….maybe he stepped out when I was out cold?'
"Damn lucky bastard, what the hell was he even thinking?" The shorter thug grumbles, before jerking back his head, taking a pull from his glass.
Knowing the true nature of the man-eater, I remained silent, while wondering where the hell the hulking would-be bartender managed to get a professional blender. What the hell! All of sudden, a strange uncontrollable excited feeling washes over me.
…..Except, It wasn't coming from me.
An all too familiar mischievous smirk curls on my mother's lips, calling my attention. "I won't apologize for it either." She twists the delicate stem of her drink, between two fingers. "I thought that since Haruhi refuses to step foot in Japan, where my Baby Blu must remain for family business. That she would be perfect for my traveling Lil Pumpkin! It's really a no brainer."
"Mom, I'm pretty sure Hika already went through this with you." I replied in a huff.
With her stemmed drink daintily held in hand, my mother gracefully spreads her long arms along the back of the couch. "Sweetie, just take a minute and think about it, it's really not a bad idea. Hell, if you wanted to, you could raise a family anywhere in Europe...there's no need for you to ALWAYS be traveling back to Japan."
My narrowed eyes glared at the relaxed fashion Icon, giving her a warning look. "Please stop, mother."
She dismissively waves her free hand. "Scold me all you want, you forget I've lived your damn schedule. I know how truly lonely it can get, Lil pumpkin." Her glossed lips fall with the depressing thought, causing her to take a comforting drink. "Leaving your family again and again…it can be 'difficult,' to say the least." However, just like a light switch my practically bipolar mother leans forward smacking the cushion next to her. "Besides aren't 'you,' supposed to be the more sensible of the two? Lil pumpkin, you're not blind, you must know what you'll be facing …What 'she'll' be facing?"
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With a heavy sigh my eyes slide to my glass, staring down at the chunked ice floating in the golden liquid. "I know. I've known it for years …even before she vanished."
"So you see the wisdom in my words…in my actions." My CEO mother coolly raises a knowing eyebrow.
"Of course I do, but I don't give a damn about it." Holding my drink I dramatically swing my arm out to the side. "Don't you see mother, ignoring our honest feelings, worrying about what others MIGHT think…that's what started this whole mess, in the beginning!" I sharply shake my head, deliberately walking towards the couch. "No mother, Hika loves her, too. I've lived all these years with so much…. REGRET circling around Haru. Shoving HIM forward. ME, NOT stepping forward…I can't do that to myself or to him. No! This is what Hika and I have decided!"
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Defeated my mother lets out a humorless chuckle, "I know. In my heart of hearts, I always knew Nadia was a long shot, at best. But seeing what you three will be facing …Like I told Baby blu, your loving mother had to at least try."
The smug crossdresser pulls a coconut cup from his firmly pressed lips. " See, why are you even bothering me, when your own mother doesn't even approve of this twisted idea?" The crossdressing father arrogantly whips his wavy hair off his shoulders.
With her drink elegantly cradled in her palm the irate fashionista, leans forward uncrossing her legs, peeling them from the back of the couch. Her gold eyes glaring at the crossdressing father. "Will you shut the hell up? Damn, all I can see is you bitching and moaning, just sitting over there belly aching!"
"Mom, mom you don't need to-"
"The hell I don't! It you think I'm going to sit back and just sip my pretty little drink why'll the damn bumbling men hash things out?! While that man verbally trashes my two adorable sons', well then, PUMPKIN, you don't know your mother. I was dealing with stubborn assholes like HIM, before you were even a thought in your father's head! "
"Mom, we both know that! I know you're the scariest person here… and that's including the guys with the guns!"
My mother stubbornly ignores my pleads, burning her eyes over my shoulder towards the fuming crossdresser. "Are you just going to let this crappy situation hold you back? Hold your 'precious' daughter back?!" She knocked my hand away, before adamantly pointing a finger to Ritsu. "From what I can see, you used that poor mobster over there from ever allowing your daughter to naturally move forward! To move away from you!"
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"How dare you! What the hell gives you the right, to judge me?!" I'm the one that practically scraped whatever was left of my little girl off the floor! Meticulously putting together the pieces after that rich bastard's fangirling club left her in ruins! And now I'm just supposed to be "OK' with it, while not one but, TWO of them sweep back into HER life, after we managed to put her back together? You don't even think they're a good idea, in the first place! I've been sitting here remaining somewhat in check, while you tried to change your own son's damn mind!"
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"If I didn't approve I wouldn't be here!" She regains her composure, gliding her hand over her fly away strands. Gently sliding her warm hand around my cheek. "It's true…I'll admit ,even today I tried to convince my son to take an easier path… but I guess, what he's so stubbornly been trying to tell me-"
"Stubborn, and just where do you think I've inherited that from?" I quickly sarcastically cut her off, tenderly covering her hand with mine.
She rolls her eyes, "As I was saying, what he's been TRYING to tell me, 'The things that REALLY, and I mean truly, deeply mean something to us…whether that might be following one's dreams-
"Like becoming the CEO of your own internationally known company." I added.
With a heavy sigh, my mother interrupts, "Or holding on to an unconventional love... often takes real strife in life." Resolved, I sharply nod my head.
My mother gives a reassuring smile before slipping her hand from my cheek. "I guess there comes a time when a parent has to hold their breath and take a step back. Treating their child as if they were toddlers, learning how to walk, all over again. …Letting their adult children stumble with their 'own' decisions, with their own happiness. Without us being around all the time, to catch them….even if we do see what lies ahead."
The sweet drink inside the tightly held coconut shell sloshes around, as the irritated crossdresser swings his arm out. "Oh, come on, really? You too? You can plainly see how 'INSANE' this is…but you're willing to go along with it, like it's nothing!"
"Ranka, it's time. It's time to let go. You'll always be a member to the family. Your more than welcome to live as a grandparent to my own child …Hell, I'm pretty sure, the wife wouldn't have it any other way." The ginger headed mob boss chuckles to himself before his voice turn earnest once again. "But THIS will be the LAST time I give you my men, to keep tabs on your daughter." Ritsu coolly breaks in from across the room, his eyes thoughtfully skim across the stilled surface in his glass tumbler.
"You can't do that!" The distraught crossdresser snaps at my old schoolmate.
I couldn't help but nervously swallow, seeing Ranka visibly shake, knuckles turning white. A tense air washes over the room, as all other breathing seems to still, in a fraction of a second, leaving only heated huffs from the outraged father.
The mobster stays coolly silent, taking his own sweet time bringing the glass to his smirking lips. After a good long pull of the golden liquid he deliberately sets his glass on the overstuffed arm, causing the distinct sound of ice to break the looming silence.
The ginger mob boss lifts his cold eyes, giving the crossdresser a steely look. The once amused face of the expecting father is gone in an instant. Leaving the rightful head of a harden crime family, sitting amongst us. "Oh, I can't, can I? Why Ranka you should know better than that." His challenging no nonsense words seemingly slip out as a single snap from his fingers echoes through the rigid room. "Boys."
In an instant his two murderous henchmen's backs straighten, their eyes sharply honing on their coolly spoken leader. "Yes Boss?"
"Spread the word."
The would-be bartender bows deeply to the head of crime family. "Understood."
The shorter mobster's standing next to the bar, gives the fuming father a smug smile, before turning back , nodding to his boss, with scarcely hidden enthusiasm. "Yes sir, consider it done, Boss."
The crossdresser's baffled lips hook up in an emerging sneer. "You damn fool, now, why the hell did ya do that for?" The visibly shaken father snaps at the mob boss.
"Hey now, watch yourself!" The shorter thug wags a warning finger at the crossdresser "I won't have you popping off at the boss. NO matter who the hell you think you are!"
Outraged, Ranka quickly bounces his eyes to the ginger leader. Only to find the scar faced Ritsu taking yet another drink, ignoring the conversation all together. Realizing what the mob boss was doing the crossdressing father's tone becomes almost pleading. "But….but Ritsu my little girl- Are you willing to gamble….her life, tossing Haruhi to those rich bastards?"
With a heavy sigh, the ginger mob boss rests his glass on the arm of his chair, while relaxing his expression. "Listen, no matter how much of a complete pain in the ass you can be, I will never regret helping you, all those years ago." His lips pressed in a firm line, while watching his glass tilt back and forth. "It's just, even back then, I could see how much the three of them met to each other…and I said nothing . I allowed for 'this' to continue, even though I knew what kind of families we could be dealing with, I knew you were being over protective."
"Kasanoda." The mobster's last name fell from my astonished mouth.
With his faintly uttered name, his brown beady eyes slide over in my direction, although he continued to speak to Ranka. "Even back then…. . Other than relocating you, I shouldn't have gotten my guys involved."
"You can't mean that!" Stunned, the crossdressing father words fall from his gapping lips. "We needed your help from those rich assholes like him."
"Maybe that way they could have found her in a matter of months, rather than years…but like yourself I wanted to protect the one ….I once truly loved."
"Wait you too, Kasanoda? I knew you had that crush during school but -"
"What, do you think I was so much different then you assholes? Yeah sure, I have a mug that could freeze any number of people, where they stand." His scarred face softens, with a mere whisper of the past. "But 'Haruhi,' even back then, she knew there was something different, there was something 'special'. Hell, even innocent like. That I wasn't just another untouchable brat, waiting to step into their father's shoes."
He brushed away a couple of perfectly straight strands from the middle of his forehead, all the while chuckling to himself. "I mean, damn it Hitachiin, how could you not? Back then she was unlike any other girl I had ever met…Hell, before I walked in on her I was considering switching teams."
"If I were you I wouldn't mention that around Hikaru, he still wants to knock the memory clean out of your head, and to tell you the truth I'm not really ok with it either…no matter how you once thought."
"Really, I see he hasn't changed much….but for that matter neither have you…..frozen in time." He motions to my disheveled work attire, almost boring in even my eyes. "Anyway, that might be fine for a flamboyant designer such as yourself ...But a mob boss…well that's another ball game, altogether…But I would have done it, for Fujioka… AND I wouldn't have thought twice about it, either. "
My eye twitched with irritation. "Flamboyant really …. Stereotypical much?"
"Ahh boss, you shouldn't have worried about that. As long as you were happy the fellas wouldn't have cared if you were in love with a dude."
The taller thug walked over to his buddy, holding the empty serving tray under his tree trunk like arm. "Yeah that's right. Hell, dealing with the father in the dress." He motions his head to the side, towards Ranka. "Nothing surprises me anymore. In fact I wouldn't have minded one bit, if you checked out my hinny, every now and then." The would-be bartender shrugs his shoulders, "The way I see it, love is love."
The shorter thug picks up a small towel from the bar, sharply snapping it at his taller friend. "What's a matter with you, you're always taking it TOO far! Who the hell would gawk at your flat ass…..its 'obvious' the boss hasn't switched, have you noticed his 'pregnant' wife lately?"
The ginger headed mob boss lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing the side of his head as if subduing an oncoming headache. "Uh yeah …..Thanks fellas?"
"No problem boss," The shorter thug roughly whack's his friend's chest. "I'm just explaining to numb nuts over here, your clear preference in banging chicks," He repeatedly jabs the space in front of his chest, "NOT' plunging the ole sausage into some guy's-"
"Okay, okay, enough! Have you two dolts forgotten there's a lady present?" The blushing mob boss quickly interrupts, holding out a flattened hand.
The would-be bartender bows his head towards my mother, "Oh, sorry Mrs. H."
Thoroughly enjoying her blue martini, my mother just waves a free hand, while sipping from her glass.
"Besides I think now, 'everyone' in the hotel gets the jest, of my love life." Ritsu mutters to himself, while lifting his glass to his lips.
"Not that there isn't anything wrong with being that persuasion." The taller thug hastily sets down my now almost empty bottle of scotch on to the bar, shaking is hands in front of his chest.
"Yeah, numb nuts is right." The gangsters' fall to their knees in respect. "Aw we're sorry boss! Please forgive us !We didn't mean to-"
"Its fine, I know you guys meant well." The ginger haired boss uncomfortably clears his throat "Besides, I'm the one that should apologize."
"Boss?"
The taller thug adamantly shakes his head, before sticking his fingers in his ears. "No you can't, we don't deserve-"
"So um Sorry Hitachiin," The mobster sharply bows his head, before sitting upright awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "What do you say, Kaoru, will you and your twin ever forgive me?"
"Kasanoda, why would we need to -"
"I don't know, maybe in some selfish way I unconsciously used a father's fear as an excuse…desperately gaining a little more time …so maybe she could finally 'notice' me, in that 'special' way …but in reality, I knew….I knew it was just an illusion . Deep down I knew who she 'really' loved and how by choice she decided to live without it."
"Lil Pumpkin, is ….is that true?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. Haru, picked Tamaki ….she uh, didn't want to come between the two of us."
"So she chose the blonde… I could have dealt with her decision if she was the slightest bit content …but the entire time she was with us, she was just going through the motions….Not really living. It devastated me just thinking about this shining jewel walking through life as a single shadow." Ritsu awkwardly continued.
"Oh sweetheart, that's so very sad."
"It's okay, slowly I came to grips with my unrequited feelings ….My Mei helped me through it."
"Ritsu, I 'm not sure what I should say."
"Hey don't look at me like that! I found the one I belong with …and now, well now that you've found each other …I'm ecstatic, this damn lie is 'finally' over. I'm sure it will be difficult for some closeminded individuals to wrap their heads around the concept." The mobster's knowing eyes slide over to the irritated crossdresser. "I mean being part of not only a 'threesome,' but a threesome, with 'twin' brothers."
"See, I'm not wrong…all of this is just plain wrong in my book!" Ranka snipes.
"However, I have no doubt, they can not only handle it, but thrive while breaking down societies' so called walls ….it's none of anybody's damn business anyway, what goes on behind closed doors!"
"Wait brothers, really?"
"See, even the idiot part-time bartender gets how twisted this is!" The fuming crossdresser sharply motions.
The annoyed shorter thug reaches up, smacking his friend on the head. "What, you just noticed? We had the 'pleasure' of beating the crap out of BOTH of them, and you didn't slightly notice their damn lookalikes?!"
"Hey in my defense that doesn't necessarily mean their brothers. The taller thug shrugs his shoulders, "they could have um, been... I don't know maybe, close cousins, or something? "
"Cousins?! In what 'SHOJO manga delusional moment were you thinking of? Could they be cousins? Anyone could plainly see their identical twins, you nit wit! Don't believe me, ask Mrs. H, they're her damn sons!"
Practically heartbroken, the massive thug turns to my mother, pointing a shaking sausage like finger. "Wait, is that true…. You're related to that guy?"
My mom seem somewhat taken back by the painfully oblivious thug. "Uh yeah, that's right, dear." She nods her head giving the man a small smile.
"Honestly, if it wasn't for me, I swear you wouldn't know what side to use to take a cra-!"
"Hey, there's a lady present! Watch yourself!" The ginger headed mob boss cuts him off, with a warning.
"Yes Boss, sorry about that." The shorter thug grumbles.
The towering thug rubs the back of his head. "Well, I really didn't. I guess my head was just wrapped up in the job?"
"Figures, you do get that way." His friend nods his head.
After hearing the two thugs, I couldn't help but step in. "Wait, didn't you just get through saying 'love is love'? I don't get it, years ago the movies were inundated with two sisters between some clueless bastard, how is this any different?"
"Well, um," The would-be bartender's eyes awkwardly drops his eyes, "I can think of one 'EXTRA' reason."
"So because of an 'extra ….STINGER," My eyes purposely slide over to the crossdresser, using the infantile definition before bouncing back to the two thugs. "That gives you the right to question our 'need' to be with her? How one sided ...listen no one saying we would..." Realizing I was about to explain the delicate matter to a complete stranger I bit my lip. "Forget it, I'm not talking about this… this has nothing to do with 'ANY' of you….but just so you know, it's the LAST thing I want to even think about ."
"Please, you're a guy." Ranka pulls the coconut cup from his sneering lips, while rolling his eyes.
My eyes narrowed, "Which means what, exactly?"
"Which means, if you're not thinking it." He glares, knowingly dropping his eyes, with a malicious smile curling on his lips. "It's either 'broken' or your already thinking about it…with guys there's no in-between."
"Huh, well the skirt does have a point." The shorter thug pulls out a polka dotted handkerchief, before lifting it to the back of his neck. "Damn the underworld must be experiencing some serious skiing right about now, cuss I 'never,' thought I would ever agree with the crossdresser."
"That's not ALWAYS true." The taller thug adds.
"Shut the hell up!," The shorter thug steps in front of his partner, hopping up on the bar. Sitting on the bar, he now leans in, effectively getting in the other man's face. The explosive thug jabs a sharp finger in the middle of the other thug's wrinkled forehead. "We already got a glimpse in that twisted head of yours! You have absolutely no room to talk!"
The tall man, looking a little embarrassed, wordlessly tears his eyes away.
"Good, now that's settled, help me down from here." The thug pulls his finger back, nodding his head. The silent would-be bartender picks up the man and sets him on the floor.
"Well, if you must know, you're all wrong. I'm not thinking of anything of the -"I quickly catch myself, taking a long breath, attempting to relax my shoulders, along with my response. Just popping off wasn't going to help the situation, so I clear my throat and affix my most earnest expression on my face, before dealing with the tactless father. "Actually, 'SIR', for the time, all I care about is fixing what went wrong ….fixing her goals …her schooling, her LIFE …but most importantly her trust…For now, I'm doing as much damn work for the two of us. So Hika is free to look after your daughter, and figure this mess out."
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With my honest words echoing in my pained chest, my dull eyes momentarily fall to the floor. "For now, I shouldn't be with her." The absolute truth of my impassioned crimes, the deeply held secret throbbing from my shattered chest, slips from my lips.
"Of course your freaking twin has her squirrelled away, somewhere!" The crossdresser snaps causing my head to bounce back. "Wait…You're not telling me… everything, Hitachiin."
Damn it! I inwardly chastise myself for such a rudimentary mistake.
"Don't try and deny it, I can see it. You don't hold yourself in the same manner!"
Ignoring the implication, I stubbornly cross my arms at my chest. "And what would you know about 'how,' I carry myself ….when we last met, I was three sheets to the wind. Thanks to you're not so little drink. Unless your referring to running me off the road?! Come on, which is it? The truth, besides what you 'THINK', you might know… Which you don't."
"Listen asshole, I'm her father. I can see there's something there! You're not fooling me!" With his cup resting on his knee Ranka leans in, his intense measuring eyes slowly rake over my body, paying close attention to my face. "What did you do, Hitachiin?" His harden eyes stare into mine. "I'm waiting."
Although we were a few feet away, we stood stubbornly glaring at each other, as the air floating around us grew tense and silent. With every passing minute, my arms stiffened and my fingers curled, tightly pressing into my palms. Noticing the determined father mirroring the same tense behavior.
"Now, now, I do believe the mob boss is right." My mother gracefully rises from the couch, walking over while haphazardly cradling her drink. With a mischievous smirk, she tosses her arm around my shoulders, "It's time for the three of them to become what they were always meant to be." She leans in closer, sharing a meaningful look, while squeezing my shoulders. "This time, without interference." The forced interaction causes my eyes to break from the tense stare down.
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Ritsu pulls his drink away, raising his eyebrow to the fuming father. "What do you say, you ole' crossdresser? … It's time to bury the bodies, of the past."
Noticing my two supporters, I jump to the chance, attempting to get through to the overprotective father, just one more time. "Ranka, I swear on my life, "we," my brother and I won't ever leave Haru's side ….we'll make sure she truly has an amazing life….A life she deserves."
"Yes, dear, you should believe in him. Damn it Ranka believe my son. Haven't we proven were not all the same? Haven't you seen for yourself, just how much your daughter's disappearance meant to my boys? What it STILL means to them?"
Ritsu deep in thought, nods his head before coolly flicking the button on his suit jacket. His fitted jacket subtly sways open as he scoots to the very edge of his seat. With the most sincere expression the mobster can muster, he purposely extends his free hand. "Come on old man, you can come home, with me? You can be overprotective with my growing lot. I mean, I know I pitch you shit and all, but I'd, uh actually be grateful for the help." The mob boss's motions his head in my direction. "Leave Haruhi, in the twins' more than capable hands, for a while …You know deep down, it's the right thing to do."
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With every word, the father's worn face grows perplexed, his fingers thoughtfully brushing over his stubbled jaw. "Hmm you think so…" He grumbles off to himself, falling further into deep contemplation.
Seeing the positive sign, a long relieved breath curls from my lips, relaxing my shoulders.
Could this finally be over …is he… letting go?
However, the minute I let my guard down a blur comes from Ranka's chair, zipping pass me. Suddenly feeling a shaking arm roughly pushing against my windpipe. "Well you damn rich bastard it's going to be pretty hard to do that when you have no balls!" Sweaty, agitated, he hisses from behind. "What the hell did you do to my little girl, you freaking pervert?!" Just then, the tip of a metal barrel is purposely jabbed in my nuts.
"Where the hell did he get 'that' thing?!" The normally cool handed mob boss leaps out of his chair. "I thought I told you two idiots, he wasn't to be armed, for ANY reason!" The ginger haired mob boss snaps at the baffled thugs.
"Aw damn it to hell, we did!" They dropped everything before stumbling over each other to get out from behind the bar. All the while frantically patting themselves down. "It can't be one of ours!" The two thugs shake their heads while drawing their weapons, standing next to their boss.
"Stop him before he hurts my Lil pumpkin!" panicked, my mother calls out, to the mob boss.
The crossdressing father pulls my back into his chest, jerking his sweaty forearm across my throat, making even breathing difficult. "Relax, it's not one of yours …since being with you fellas, I've learned a few things about the black market!"
"Oh great, a resourceful maniac, just what I need. " I wheeze out from my oxygen lacking lungs.
"Hush you! This is of your own damn making…. I warned you to walk the fuck away, but you didn't listen! No, you and your freaking twin just ignored my warnings and went marching on in your own damn merry way, until you found my pour little girl! "
With a knowing shared look, the two thugs try and pounce on the two of us. Except the crazed father pulls the gun away from my body, and deliberately points it at them while takeing a few steps back. "Not one step closer!" Unknowingly he loosen his grip on my neck, allowing me to breathe.
Knowing the irrational father beat the crap out of my twin's face, feeling the barrel pointed at my sensitive bits .I once more nervously swallow, before cautiously speaking. "Ranka, I uh, understand that you feel betrayed."
"Quiet you!"
"I…I mean out of all the former members, you were closest to the Shadow King. And what he did to you….what he did to your daughter that would make anyone think twice."
"It wasn't supposed to be the idiot blonde…he already felt like a son. Once, before this host club mess, I even had him seriously considering it …But damn, every time I even hinted, at the possibly, she flat out refused to listen ….out of all of you …he was the one with his head on straight, I was willing to let go of her ,for him …..Damn, that girl can be so…stubborn."
"Yeah, that's true, she can be stubborn." I nervously chuckled, "I'll be honest with you Ranka ….After what you went through I'd uh, find it difficult to trust anyone after that."
What would you know, your life wasn't flung upside down! You went back to your rich bastard's life! Back to that shiny school, of yours! After all is said and done we were devastated….in a strange country….one we didn't even know. "
"Not by choice! We were under age! We had no choice in the matter! Do you think either of us wanted to step one foot in a place that reminded us of your daughter every corner we walked around?! You weren't the only ones that felt betrayed, the damn close friends we thought we had made, changed overnight! ….In fact if you must know that's exactly what happened to myself and my twin, Since Haru vanished ….we closed ourselves off! To the public we became a single person ...it was fucking easier than letting another person inside!"
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"You're just saying that, because I have this revolver pressed against your nut sack."
"No, as much as I need you to remove your fucking gun I'm not lying …Damn it Ranka we're nothing like Tamaki or Kyoya! I made a promise to myself, I would never lie to you, or your daughter…and I'm not about to start now…so get on with it! Do what you're bound and determined to do!"
"Pumpkin No!"
"Hitachiin, what the hell do you think you're doing!"
"You say that, but there's no guarantee you're not blowing smoke up my skirt…. I'm just protecting my little girl… she so confused she doesn't know what she really wants!"
"How, can you say that old man, she has freaking told you! Haruhi has said what she wants…it's them….You've known this, the entire time! Now put that freaking thing down!"
"Nu ha, not this time ….You damn mobster! I thought once you were here, you'd do it for me …I didn't plan on getting a lecture."
"Damn it Ranka, It's no lecture! It's the fucking truth! …. I couldn't do that to her!" Ritsu pleads.
"Ranka, listen around you ….listen to your own damn heart! If you can't trust that, then trust your daughter…she knows we're different."
"Haruhi?"
"That's right. She could tell them apart when even I couldn't." My mother pleads.
"And that makes this right? Let it go! Let go! Ranka, you don't understand ….you're the bad guy. This rich bastard wants for him and his perverted brother to lay their hands all over my little girl! I don't care if I spend the rest of my life in prison!" My breath freezes as the cock of the gun comes from under my belt. "Sorry kid, but this ends, now."
I anxiously swallow, giving my panicked mother a remorseful look. "Oh god."
With a loud crash, my head twists to see large splinters of flying debris explode into the room. "What the-"But before I can utter another word the crazed father is now no longer behind me but sprawled out on the floor, unconscious.
"Is he breathing?" Stunned, I hear a deep monotone voice echo above my dropped head.
My golden eyes slowly travel along his mascara trailed, train wreck of a face, now framed by various sized shoes. I cautiously extend the toe of my polished shoe, softly nudging the drooling, knocked out crossdresser. Until I notice the subtle rise under his frilled neckline. "Yeah, I believe so….but damn, he's going to feel like hell for a while, once he comes to."
My elated mother throws her arms around my neck, "Thank god you're safe!"
"Yeah, me too… mom." My strained voice comes out, while trying to pull her away.
"Pumpkin, shouldn't we call for an ambulance, or at least a doctor?" My worried mother leans over the knocked out crossdresser.
"Nah, he's breathing, I'll take it from here, Hitachiin." Ritsu blindly replies while starring down at the unconscious father. "Go on boys, take him to the back bedroom."
"Uh yeah, right away boss!" The two thugs, hastily shove their pieces into their leather holsters, before dragging the crossdresser across the floor. His long frazzled unwashed strands trailing behind him.
"Hey now, show some damn compassion to the grandfather to my future children!" The mob boss huffs before following my would-be father in law. "Hey, watch the door!"
"Opps, sorry."
"Don't tell me, tell him that when he's babbling through a damn feeding tube!" Ritsu's sharp voice carries
"Sorry, Boss."
A long flustered breath blows from the other end of the room. "Hey Hitachiin, tell Haruhi, I'll have her father thoroughly looked over, before we fly home!"
"Uh, thanks Ritsu." I call back.
"Don't mention it, I figure it's the least I can do, after this little misunderstanding." The ginger headed mob boss calls out.
Once the door clicks shut, I swing my arm out, playfully smacking my neighbor, attempting to gain his attention. "Nice to see you big guy, what the hell are you doing here?" However sensing something, or rather someone, missing. I begin to crane my neck, searching behind my towering friend and into the empty hallway. "Uh, where's Honey sempi?"
"Japan."
Somewhat taken back I scratch my head while surveying the newly destroyed door. Wondering if at this rate we haven't achieved rock star status. Permanently placed on some secretly held list, made by anxious managers of European hotels, for our ongoing list of "construction site," suites. "Really, you're here alone? That's not really like you two."
"We need to talk." He bluntly replies.
"Oh. Well, um okay, it's not that I'm not eternally grateful that you saved," I awkwardly swing my arms around my back, before swinging them back, dropping my eyes to my fidgeting hands. "Uh well …"ALL "of me. And again super grateful….you have no idea, really." I pull my phone from my pocket, lightly shaking it next to my head. "However most people would just pick up one of these, instead of flying across an ocean."
He raises a dark eyebrow towards my phone. "No. I need to speak to… BOTH of you."
Seeing my friend stubbornly crosses his arms at his formidable chest, I nervously slide the phone back in my pants pocket. "Sorry Mori-sempi, but Hikaru not here." I begin to causally step back, into the room, while motioning around the almost empty suite, as I begin to lie straight to his face. "I can relay a message to him if you'd wish. But there no telling if it will reach -"
"NO!" The normally even tempered man roughly cuts me off, raising his voice in a single word.
The deep echo practically stops my heart.
He shakes his head, "No, it must be BOTH of you …its important….it's about Haruhi."
"Haruhi?" My curious mother steps forward.
He sharply nods his head. "Yes, and the Shadow King."
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End of Kaoru's POV.
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End of chapter 35
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Hey, I know this update took a while, but I honestly wanted to get it right. The Hika and Haru scene took forever …I kept rewriting it. Let me update the other stories first, and I will jump on the next one, I promise. It's time to bring "most" of the club, back together.
Thanks for taking peek ;) I'll post soon. Alimackatjac.
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