A/N: As you can see, the story's not over. I still wanted to tell the actual story of how she wrecked the car. Thank you for those who reviewed, and a special thanx for the one who told me to continue.


The Accident

The tires squealed and Ichigo winced as the car slammed into the garbage truck on impact. SMASH! She and the other girls were thrown around in their seats; luckily they had their seat belts on. The sound of steel crunching and glass breaking sounded through the blonde's eardrums along with a car horn blaring and honking up a storm. She was paralyzed for a moment in the driver's seat until she gained enough sense to check on her friends, Keiko and Nene. The two other girls' eyes were wide in shock, it was clear to see they were very shaken by the incident. "Are you guys, okay?" Ichi asked, unbuckling the seat belt from herself and turning around in the seat to look at her frightened class mates.

Neither girl said anything for the moment, too stunned to move or speak she supposed. "Girls?" The other girl became worried. "Keiko? Nene? Are you two all right back there? Speak to me!" She leaned over and shook their shoulders. Nene was the first one to shake herself out of the traumatized stupor. "Yeah..." The short raven-haired girl with the red barrette put a hand to her forehead. "I think so..." She turned to look at her friend. "How about you, Keiko?" It took a moment for Keiko to wake up. "Huh?" "Are you okay?" The two girls asked. "Yeah... I think so..." She parroted. "All right... Now I can start panicking." Ichigo started to hyper ventilate as she got out of the car. She walked around and inspected the back of her tou-san's vehicle.

"Great Kami..." She moaned, waving her hands around.

The taillight was what they had heard breaking up on impact, the bumper was smash into oblivion and a crack had made its way up the back windshield. She gulped seeing this. "Oh, damn! How in Kami's name am I gonna explain this to tou-san?" A man jumped down from the garbage truck and came over to her. "Are you okay little lady?" "Yeah, I'm fine. We're fine." She still looked panicky. "HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?" She looked at the man. "I swear I didn't see you, sir!" "Alll the same, I think I'm gonna have to get your insurance information..." Ichigo blanched. She didn't have insurance. Hell! She didn't even have a proper license. All she had was a driver's permit. She'd been just hoping to go for a short drive around the block—and she hadn't made it out of the driveway. She groaned. "I am so dead..."

"Isurance, miss?"

"Isurance! Yeah sure! Could you hold just a second?"

"Sure."

"Thanks!"

She ran back to the sanctity of the car and whipped out her cell phone as soon as she was inside. She stopped. 'Who could she cal? Okaa-san? No, tou-san could very easil;y squeeze something like this out of him.' Ichigo dialed the next best person she could think of...


"Mosh moshi!" Tohma Seguchi said, upon answering the phone in his office.

"Uncle Tohma..."

"Yes, Ichigo?" He flipped through a rolodex. "What is it?"

"I need your help right away! Could you meet me in front of my house?"

"Of course! Any particular reason?"

"Could we talk about this when you get here?"

"That could be arranged. All right, little Blossom, I'm coming."

With that he hung up his phone and got up from his desk, slipping on his long coat and began to make his way out the door just as Sakano-san was coming in. "Seguchi-san?" "Something has come up, Sakano-san. We will have to post-pone our meeting." He stepped outside the door, stopping at the secretary's desk. "Otaka-san, hold all my calls while I'm gone. Oh! And reschedule my meeting with Bad Luck." "Yes, Seguchi-san!" She complied. "Domo, Seguchi-san..." "Sakano-san, I'm sorry, but this is very urgent." He then left the producer to stand, open-mouthed in the hall way alone.


Tohma Seguchi arrived shortly upon the scene, pulling up in a black limo. Luckily, neither the police nor the fire department had arrived yet. He approached the side of Eiri's car in horror and acted like he had just come from it. The truck driver hadn't noticed him yet, but Ichigo had. "Oji-san!" 1 She ran towards him and upon reaching him, he picked her up slightly and swept her around. "Are you all right, little Blossom?" "I think so, Oji-san." "Good." "Oji-san, what am I going to do? I'll go to jail!" "No you won't. I'll take care of this, young one. Let me do the talking." He approached the garbage truck with his niece in tow. The driver saw him coming and walked towards him. "Are you all right, sir?" "Perfectly fine." Tohma began to take out his insurance. "I'm afraid I wasn't watching very well where she was going." He looked at the garbage truck. "I hope the damages were not severe."

The man was entirely fooled. The president smiled inside. Perfect. He looked over to the truck. "No, no damage done. I'll still need that insurance information." "Of course." He handed his information to the other. When all was done; information thoroughly exchanged, the driver agreed not to press charges oh behalf of the company, seeing as how there were no permanent damages. "My fault entirely, sir." Tohma smiled his easy going smile. The man nodded and got back in the truck and continued on his way.

"I hope you appreciate what I do for you, Ichigo..." Her oji-san said with a serious face. "I lied for you."

"I know..." She hung her head. "And I greatly appreiciate that, Oji-san."

"Good." He looked at the car. "Now let's get this in the garage."

She nodded.

"You know, Eiri-san, will find out sooner or later?"

"I know..."

"You will have to confess what you've done."

"I know." She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his coat. "Takusan no arigatou, Oji-san." 2

"Do itashimashite." 3


1 Oji-san: Uncle

2 Takusan no arigatou: Many thanks

3 Do itashimashite: You're welcome


Next Chapter: Tou-san's Wrath


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