Author's Note: Welcome back to another installment of The Next Phase. Enjoy and drop me a review…

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.

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Date Posted: 10/26/2019

Trigger Warnings: Language, Some Violence – not graphic, and Smooching.

The Next Phase - Chapter 8: Bunnies with Dinner

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Last time:

Somewhere in Tokyo:

I was sitting at the bar, relaxing. This week has been a tough one.

As I reached for my beer, I hear glass shattering and machine gun fire.

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Himura Security Control Room:

"Report!" Himura-sama called as he strode into the room.

As his head of security, I spoke. "Brick through the window. 'Ronin' written on it. Front of bar sprayed with bullets. No one shot, just some cuts from the glass. Kono was there. He took charge on site."

"Pursuit?"

"Lost them."

"Film?"

"Cameras caught them. Two nondescript motorcycles, no plates. Two riders each. Wearing all black. Black helmets with tinted visors. No identifying marks." This is not the time to remind him we don't use film anymore.

"Fuck!" he yelled. "Have the evidence brought in."

"Yamaguchi," he said to me, "work with Kasanoda-san's head of security on this. Has to be the same people."

"Yes, Himura-sama."

Shinobu-sama came barging into the room and yelled, "Kono?"

"Not shot. Minor cuts from glass. None requiring stitches."

She fixed me with a glare that could rival her father's. "Find those fuckers, Yamaguchi. Find them and make them pay."

"Yes, Shinobu-sama." And she left the room.

"Sir?"

"You heard her. Find those fuckers."

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Phone Call Between Kasanoda and Shinobu:

Shinobu: "Hey, Asshole."

Kasanoda: "Are you OK? You weren't there, were you?" Please say no. Please say no.

Shinobu: He's worried. He's worried about me. "No, but Kono was."

Kasanoda: Shit. I know how much she cares about him. "I'm sorry to hear that. Was he shot?"

Shinobu: "No. Just some cuts from the glass."

Kasanoda: "Good."

Shinobu: "Yeah." Wait a minute… "How did you hear?"

Kasanoda: "Your dad called mine. I called you before his call was even over."

Shinobu: "Guess our syndicates will be working together to find them and kill them."

Kasanoda: "I want first crack."

Shinobu: "I'm in line after you."

Kasanoda: "How are you doing?"

Shinobu: "I'm pissed. No one does this to us."

Kasanoda: "I know how you feel."

Shinobu: Of course, he does. "Yeah."

Kasanoda: "Want me to come over?"

Shinobu: "Why? I wasn't hurt."

Kasanoda: "I don't know. I can keep you company." What?

Shinobu: "Doing what?" Why did I say that?

Kasanoda: "Something constructive. How about your firing range?"

Shinobu: "You're on. How about another bet?"

Kasanoda: "Shit." I'll decide the stakes this time.

Shinobu: "Get your ass over here, Asshole."

Kasanoda: "My ass and the rest of me are on the way."

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Phone Call Between Kasanoda Ryuu and Himura Junto:

Ryuu: "Thanks for calling me back. Anything?"

Junto: "Nothing new. Our forensics turned up nothing, just like yours."

Ryuu: "Shit."

Junto: "We matched ballistics. Same guns as last week."

Ryuu: "Not smart. Not smart at all."

Junto: "Maybe, but they've hit both of us and we're no closer."

Ryuu: "Idiot's luck. It won't hold out."

Junto: "Your son is here."

Ryuu: "Ritsu? What's he doing?"

Junto: "Keeping Shinobu occupied. They're shooting up my range as we speak."

Ryuu: "After this, they might get to put that practice to work."

Junto: "I know you're a traditionalist, but I hope my daughter never has to pull the trigger."

Ryuu: "We don't live in that world, Junto."

Junto: "As a yakuza wife instead of an heir, maybe she won't have to."

Ryuu: "Is this about the merger?"

Junto: "All anyone knows is that the kids are dating."

Ryuu: "Yeah, but they have to wonder why we're allowing it."

Junto: "True."

Ryuu: "Since Shinobu-chan wasn't there, and Ritsu wasn't expected to be at the noodle place, I think we can rule them out as targets."

Junto: "Me too, so far. If it's the merger, they will become targets."

Ryuu: "I'll put more guards on Ritsu. Better perimeter."

Junto: "I'll do the same for Shinobu. What about when they're in school?"

Ryuu: "I informed the Headmaster there was a threat but didn't give details. He granted permission for a guard on Ritsu. He's dressed as school security and hiding in plain sight."

Junto: "I'll do that too. Well, I need to get back. I'll update you as we hear anything."

Ryuu: "Thanks. I'll do the same."

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Somewhere in Tokyo:

"RO…NIN!"

"RO…NIN!"

"RO…NIN!"

The chanting. My people are chanting for me.

"Quiet!"

They shut up and looked at me with adoring eyes.

"OUR SECOND MISSION IS COMPLETE. NO ONE CAN STOP US NOW!"

"RO…NIN!"

"RO…NIN!"

"RO…NIN!"

"THE PLAN WILL CONTINUE!"

"RO…NIN!"

"RO…NIN!"

"RO…NIN!"

"DRINK UP AND CELEBRATE! NEXT WEEK WE GO INTO BATTLE AGAIN!"

Those fuckers will never find us.

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Sunday, January 16:

Fujioka Residence:

Does Mori-senpai really expect me to call him to come over just to walk me to the newsstand on the corner?

That's just silly.

GONG… (text notification for Mori-senpai)

Is he a mind reader or what?

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Texts between Mori and Haruhi:

Mori: Are you going into the office today?

Haruhi: Probably in a couple hours

Mori: Have you had breakfast?

Haruhi: No, just got up

Mori: May I take you to breakfast? You're choice where.

Haruhi: Sure

Mori: Be there in 30

Haruhi: K

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Thirty minutes. I'll get dressed and go to the newsstand. Plenty of time.

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I pulled up and parked at the curb. Why is Haruhi sitting on the top step?

"Haruhi, what's wrong?"

"Mori-senpai?"

I sat down beside her. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No," she whispered, so quiet I barely heard her.

"Are you out here waiting for me?"

"No."

We sat for a while. I gave her time to collect her thoughts. What happened? Will she tell me?

She stood abruptly saying, "Let me get my bag and we can go."

"Hn."

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I feel like an idiot. I can't tell Mori-senpai I froze leaving the apartment for the newsstand. It's just down the street. I can walk there with my eyes closed.

But not today.

I know I'm not a yakuza target. But, somewhere in the back of my head, my instincts are telling me I could see that pervert again. He was at my supermarket. He could live in the area.

When did I allow my fears to run my life? To dictate my actions?

"I'm ready, Mori-senpai." I locked the door, and we went down the stairs. "There's a café down the street I've been wanting to try. Do you mind that for breakfast?"

"Sounds good."

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Parking Garage of Kyoya's Apartment:

"But you know me! I need to see Kyoya right away! It's urgent."

This Suoh kid. Does he really think I'm going to let him bother Ootori-sama before noon? Does he really think I'm going to let him bother Ootori-sama at all? I value my job.

"What's going on here?"

"Tachibana! You know me! You have to let me see Kyoya right now!" He was running around him, jumping up and down. Crazy kid.

Like that's going to work on Tachibana.

"Why, Suoh-sama?"

He stopped in front of him and took his hands. Tachibana letting that kid grab his hands?

"Please! My father! My grandmother! Need to buy business! Getting married! Please!"

"Suoh-sama, please calm down and take a breath. I'm sure you didn't mean to imply your father and your grandmother are getting married."

It was hard not to burst out laughing.

But it worked. The kid stopped dead, tilting his head and looking at Tachibana like he's an idiot.

"Suoh-sama, please try again."

He took a couple deep breaths then said, "My father and grandmother are testing me. I have to buy a business and impress them. Marriage contract. Also doing a marriage contract with Renge-chan's father."

"That's great news. I'm sure Kyoya-sama will be thrilled to hear it." He put his hand on the kid's shoulder. "But not until noon. You understand."

"It can't wait!"

"Will either of those things be ruined if you wait three more hours?"

The idiot had to stop and think.

"No, not really."

"Then come back at noon. I'll make sure he's awake," Tachibana said with an indulgent smile. He's got to be laughing at the kid on the inside.

"Thank you. Thank you," he screaked as he pumped Tachibana's hand up and down. "I'll be back!" and he jumped into his limo.

"Idiot," I mumbled.

"Watch it. Suoh-sama is Kyoya-sama's best friend. He deserves your respect."

"I apologize," I said as I bowed.

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Petto Chinmi:

Haruhi introduced me to the guard that was patrolling. It's good that she knows all the names of her security force.

Her office was impressive. The white board covered with ideas for the plan. Stacks of research were on her small conference table. Her business will thrive with her taking it this seriously.

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Mori-senpai and I stopped by the newsstand on our way back from breakfast. Yoshida-san had my regular papers ready.

His help on the five-year plan is invaluable.

I don't like the strange glances he's giving me.

"Probably another hour and a half."

"Hn."

"BANG!"

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I turned and went to the door. The guard was walking by and apologized for shutting the door so loudly. It's a back door, steel, designed to close quickly.

"No problem."

Turning back around, I didn't see Haruhi.

"Haruhi?"

A squeak came from under her desk.

"Haruhi. It's OK. Nothing's going to hurt you. I'm coming."

She hid because of that door slamming. That shooting, it affected her more than I thought. She's already scared of thunder. Now she's scared of another loud noise.

I scooped her up in my arms and sat on her desk chair.

"The door slammed."

"I know. I'm fine. Just startled."

"Hn."

After a few minutes, I drove her home. She wouldn't talk about it.

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Kyoya's Apartment:

"Kyoya! It's amazing! It's incredible!"

Why me?

"Tamaki!" I said. "Calm down and sit. You're giving me a migraine."

"But Kyoya! I have the best news!"

"SIT! It will be just as good telling me in a quiet voice."

My maid brought us tea, and Tamaki told me all about his meeting with his father and grandmother. I'm surprised the old bat allowed him in the same room as her.

"I'm sure you and Renge-chan are ecstatic. I can help you with the contract."

His head tipped and his eyes just stared at me. "Kyoya, you and Haruhi aren't dating because of your contract. There is no way you're helping with mine."

He has a point.

"What about the business?"

"I need some time to think about it. Decide on something that makes sense for me. After that, I'll need your help."

"Fine."

"Ring Ring"

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Phone call between Mori, Honey, Tamaki, Haruhi, Hikaru, Kaoru, Kasanoda, Satoshi, Chika, Renge:

Kasanoda: "I've got the entire Host Club on conference right now."

Honey: "Hello, Kasanoda-chan! How are you feeling?"

Kasanoda: "Better each day, Honey-senpai. Thank you."

Chika: "I was training. What is this about?"

Kasanoda: "This will go a lot faster if you save any questions until the end."

Almost Everyone: "OK" "Fine" "Whatever" "Hn." Etc.

Kasanoda: "There was another shooting last night."

Tamaki: "What! No. Are you injured? Haruhi, darling, are you alright?"

Kasanoda: "Tamaki-senpai. Please be quiet." Idiot. "The shooting was directed at the Himura Syndicate. Shinobu's family. They attacked her syndicate's bar. Neither of us was there."

Mori: "Same shooters?"

Kasanoda: "Yes, Senpai. Ballistics match. Same message on brick. Same everything except no one was shot."

Haruhi: "That's good to hear, Ritsu."

Kasanoda: "Considering this, no one here or at the Himura Syndicate believes Haruhi is involved in any way."

Haruhi: "Excellent news, Ritsu. Do we still need Eiji?"

Mori: "Haruhi…"

Kaoru: "Hell yeah, Haruhi. You may not be a yakuza target, but don't forget that creep. He was the reason for Eiji in the first place."

Haruhi: "I know."

Kaoru: "You're our friend and we want you safe. Deal with it."

Chika: "If that's it, I need to get back to the dojo."

Kasanoda: "That's it unless there are more questions."

No one had any.

Kasanoda: "Remember, don't discuss this outside our group."

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"What was that?" Why didn't he put it on speaker?

"Kyoya! My darling friend Haruhi is safe. There's been another shooting!"

I leaped from the chair and grabbed that idiot. "They shot at Haruhi again?!" I was shaking him by his collar. Why wasn't I told?

"No. No, they didn't," he choked out.

"What the fuck are you saying, Tamaki? Spit it out!"

The story came out in bits and pieces. He never could tell a story well.

The tension left my shoulders and head as he finally finished. She's not hurt. She's not a target.

I can't make Tamaki suspicious when I ask about the Host Club. I must find another source of information.

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Somewhere in Brazil:

"Wake him up."

I injected the stimulant and stepped back. It works fast.

"What the fuck!" he yelled and started thrashing.

"Shut up. We moved you to clean and paint the cell."

His eyes rolled around looking at the cell. This guy is crazy. Bone thin, matted hair, chewed fingernails.

We untied him from the stretcher and dumped him on his cot. I wanted out of there as fast as I could.

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My son. My son the moron. Does he think I can't tell this is a new cell? The air smells totally different. I've never seen these guards before.

Where am I?

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That Evening. Phone call between Haruhi and Kyoya:

Kyoya: "Haru, it's good to hear your voice."

Haruhi: "Why are you calling, Senpai? Another attempt at forgiveness?"

Kyoya: I'm going to ignore that. "How are you feeling?"

Haruhi: "The cuts are healed. I'll be seeing the Kasanoda doctor later this week to have the stitches removed."

Kyoya: Is she kidding? "You're going to see that quack? I can have the best Ootori doctor remove them."

Haruhi: "No. He put them in, he can take them out."

Kyoya: "You said you weren't going to the compound again."

Haruhi: "Not that it's your business, Senpai, but I'm not going to the compound. We're meeting at a neutral location. I'm not telling you where."

Kyoya: I'll find out. "I heard you are definitely not a target."

Haruhi: "Who told you…Tamaki-senpai." I'm going to kill him. No. Better, I'm going to have Ritsu kill him.

Kyoya: "Yes."

Haruhi: I can't deal with this now. I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in a week. "Is that all you wanted, Senpai?"

Kyoya: "Not really, but I can tell you're tired."

Haruhi: "Good night, Senpai."

Kyoya: "Good night, Haru."

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Monday, January 17:

Morning, New Security Apartment:

"We're all done, Eiji-sama. There are cameras outside pointing to their door, the steps, and the street. They will record 24/7 and archive to the Haninozuka security cloud. A camera with audio in their living area is installed, to be turned on only in emergency circumstances. "

"Excellent," I said. The Haninozuka techs are the best in the business.

"Panic buttons issued, along with a panic button installed inside their front door."

"Good. I'll be driving her today. When we get back, I'll bring her over to meet the entire team."

I walked outside and waited by the Fujioka's front door. Fujioka-sama will come out when she's ready to leave. The Hitachiin's had an armored sedan we'll be using. I know Fujioka-sama doesn't like limos.

The picture of her harasser has been distributed to the Host Club security network. Those kids do so much together, we must all communicate.

I was disgusted when I heard what happened to her last week. Putting fulltime security on her is needed. I'm surprised it was this long before she was recognized through her association with those kids.

My team and I will proudly protect her. She's found a soft spot in every guard's heart she's met.

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That evening. Hitachiin Dining Room:

"How are things at school?" I asked my sons. They talk to me more than they used to, but I still don't get details about school. It's mostly about their fashion designs.

"Everything's fine Mom. Don't worry," Kaoru said. Haruhi taught me how to tell them apart, and it gets easier every day.

"I'm not worried, I just want to know more about what you do."

"Classes and grades are fine. No problems, just boring."

Hikaru picked up the conversation. "Host Club is going well. Last week we had a bunch of dogs for cosplay."

"Dogs?"

He went on to explain the charity they're working with and how fun the puppies were.

"Sounds like you want a dog for yourself, Hikaru."

"No. They're fun, but I'm too selfish to take care of it."

At least he knows his limitations. They would end up being the maids' dog.

I turned to Kaoru and asked, "How are things going with your new line? I know there's been a lot of buzz from the teaser."

"Moving along. About twenty designs have been finalized. I'm already thinking about print ads for the show."

"You should use Haruhi again. She'd be perfect, being a commoner herself."

"She'd say no. It was hard enough talking her into a couple in the teaser. Having those pictures show up in the press surprised her."

"You need to prep her better," Hikaru said. He's right. Kaoru should have told her those pictures would be published.

"She'd hate being recognized on the street. She can't stand attention."

"I'd think she'd want to support your endeavor. It a line designed for commoners," I argued. "As for being recognized, we all are."

I thought back to the supermarket incident the boys told me about. It's a good thing she has protection now. There was no problem lending them that sedan. I prefer limos anyway.

"Haruhi being recognized was bound to happen, she spends so much time with all of you. She's got protection now. Being recognized from print ads should be no big deal."

"She'd hate it. Then she'd hate me for publishing the pictures."

"Doesn't stop her from being perfect for it," Hikaru said.

"I know."

I looked at my two boys. They are growing up into such amazing young men. I have the Host Club to thank for some of that, but Haruhi deserves the lion's share of the credit. Without her, they'd still be attached at the hip and ignoring any part of the outside world.

"Kaoru, you should ask her to do the print ads. You don't know what she'll say until you ask. Not for sure. Give her all the details and let her decide."

"OK. The worst she can say is no. But I'm going to ask her on Wednesday at the diner. Her dad and the girls can try to talk her into it."

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Tuesday, January 18:

Morning, Ouran Hallway:

"Watanabe-chan, I'd like to speak with you."

I turned toward that dreaded voice. "Kyoya-senpai?"

"I have a request."

No. How could some fun turn into one of my biggest regrets? He's still holding that over me.

"Yes?" I can't anger him. Kaoru can't know.

"You'll be my informant in the Host Club. I'll need reports on what the club, the hosts, and the guests are doing and saying. You'll send email reports daily after club. You'll also include anything about Haruhi. I know she's in your class."

Is he kidding? "And if I say no?"

"Do I need to answer that?"

I hung my head. "No. I understand."

"Good. It's not something I want to do, but you're my best choice. It's only some information. Not a big deal. I want to know what's going on. You don't have to dig, just tell me what you see and hear."

He reached out and put his hand under my chin. Lifting it so our eyes met, he said, "That's not so bad, is it? Will you do that for me?"

"Alright."

"Thank you, Watanabe-chan."

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That went better than I thought. Always useful to have information over someone. I won't admit this out loud, but this was an empty threat. One of only three I've ever made. I will not be like my father. She's sweet. We had fun and separated on good terms.

I wish her and Kaoru well.

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Ouran Dining Hall:

I walked over to Chika to hand him my donation. "What's the charity this week?"

"Kasanoda-senpai suggested it."

I turned to him as he explained, "It's called 'Prevent Youth Suicides'. They want to train sixty new lifeline support workers over the next year. Youth suicides are increasing in this country. I see it in my neighborhood."

"A worthy cause," I said and handed in my donation.

"Thank you, Kyoya-senpai."

Tamaki stopped me as I tried to walk away. "Kyoya, have you thought about my business?"

"What business, Boss?"

Tamaki explained all about his meeting with his father and grandmother. Just not the marriage contract. They wanted to keep that as a surprise. Never happen. Tamaki can't keep his mouth closed to save his life.

As he was telling the group about his meeting, I sat down at the table. Subtlety. Tamaki moved over to make room as a reflex.

Satoshi eyed me with open hostility. Chika with suspicion. Hikaru and Kaoru with surprise mixed with anger. Renge gave me a smirk – no idea what was running through her mind. Haruhi was doing her best to ignore me. She was doing a good job.

"So," Tamaki said, winding up his story, "Kyoya agreed to help me find one." His eyes met mine, "Any luck?"

I told him some of my ideas. Restaurant, catering company, limousine service, even a radio station. I tried to keep it simple. Tamaki was shaking his head, not liking any of my ideas.

Then Haruhi broke in, "What about an art gallery?"

"That's perfect!" Tamaki squealed. "Something refined. Something to hold shows for new artists and introduce them to the public. Trendy while being traditional at the same time."

Running around the table to give her a hug, he said, "Thank you my darling friend. It's the best idea ever." And, to everyone's surprise, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She blushed lightly. "You're welcome, Tamaki-senpai."

"Alright, I'll start doing some research and see if I can find something like that."

"Thank you, Kyoya. Thank you. This will be the most successful business ever!"

"No problem," I said as I stood up. I should leave before I'm thrown out. "Have a good afternoon everyone."

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Ouran Hallway Between Classes:

There she is. Will this work?

"BANG!"

It works. She practically jumped behind those twins. Some of the others looked around, but weren't worried. It sounded like books being dropped.

Guess that app with the different noises was a good idea.

How long will it take to make her cry?

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Fujioka Apartment:

"Thanks for driving me home, Eiji. I'm staying in the rest of the night, so I'll see you in the morning."

"I'll meet you outside your door as we've been. Please let me know if you need to go out tonight. It's no problem for us to escort you."

"Thanks, but I need to study and get some sleep."

But first, I need to catch up on my work emails.

"Hello, Haruhi-chan. How was your day?"

"It went well, Jarou-san. What's for dinner? It smells heavenly."

"Beef curry."

"I'm looking forward to it."

I changed out of my uniform and into some sweats. I keep them hidden in case the twins come over. They'd throw them out for sure.

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Email from Yoshida Naoto Subject: National Dog Show

Fujioka-san,

How is your five-year plan coming along? I'm happy to answer any more questions you have regarding my dog breeding business.

My friend mentioned that you'd visited her cat breeding setup. She was impressed by your intelligent questions and would answer any others you have.

The Japan National Dog Show is in May. Please consider my invitation. Not only would you learn a lot, but you'd get to meet my award-winning dog.

Below is the contact information for the hosts. Give them a call and see if there's anything left to sponsor.

Talk to you soon,

Yoshida Naoto

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Email to Yoshida Naoto

Yoshida-san,

Thank you for your email.

I appreciate your help with my questions and your expert advice. We are getting close to finalizing the five-year plan. It will be approved at my board meeting next week.

May could be difficult. My third year at Ouran will have just started, and I'm expecting the classes to be more intense. I want to go, but I'll need to plan well in advance.

I'll call the organizers about the sponsorship. It's the perfect way to remind everyone we're still here and getting better.

Thank you again.

Fujioka Haruhi

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Wednesday, January 19:

Drive to Ouran:

"I'm happy to drive you today, Miss Haruhi."

"Thank you, Matsui-san."

I've been on Eiji's backup team for Miss Haruhi before. She's an interesting kid.

Never had someone I was driving/protecting want to sit up front.

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Cosplay:

"I actually like this theme, Boss."

"The costumes you did are perfect." I left it at that. Wasn't sure which twin I was talking to.

"Yes, Kaoru, the costumes and theme are great. Satoshi outdid himself with the decorations," my darling friend Haruhi said. But then she glared at me. She's still mad I spoke with Kyoya. I want to grow mushrooms.

"PLACES!"

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Greek Gods and Goddesses, or Goddess, as we only have one. Finding the right decorations was a challenge, but I'm growing into the job.

White columns all around, wound with vines. Greek specialty desserts and tea. (Regular cake theme decorated for Mitsukuni.)

Each sitting area decorated to represent the God or Goddess there.

Tamaki-senpai had to be Apollo. Who else? As the God of music, he had a white grand piano and had learned some traditional Greek songs. Apollo is also the God of poetry, art, oracles, archery, plague, medicine, sun, light, and knowledge. A bow and arrow, Greek statues and pottery, antique medical equipment, and books were placed in his area.

"Oh, Apollo, how handsome you are. I could listen to you play all night."

He kissed her hand, "My darling princess, your beauty could never compete with my humble music."

Ug.

The twins were easy to assign roles. Hikaru-senpai was Hermes, the guide to the Underworld and messenger of the gods. He was dressed in a short toga and had wings on his sandals. Being also the 'trickster' God, along with the God of trade, thieves, travelers, sports, and athletes, his decorations were easier. Walking sticks and leather-bound trunks, statues of discus throwers, and some ancient sporting equipment.

Kaoru-senpai was pretending to be drunk. As Dionysus, the God of wine, he had several bottles on the table and a glass that he kept refilling. Not real wine, but grape juice. Several other bottles were in the wine rack next to him.

"Dionysus, you're in no condition to go home by yourself. I'll escort you."

"Only if you tuck me in, Hermes."

Nosebleeds all around.

I'll never understand why that act works.

For Kasanoda-senpai, we wanted to bring in a real horse, but didn't have the budget to have the marble polished and repaired if needed. Poseidon is the God of the sea, earthquakes, storms, and horses. We settled for a marble statue of a horse on the side of his area. The rest decorated to resemble underwater. Seaweed growing up from sand-filled pots. Large shells, including a huge clam shell, placed strategically, and fish hanging above. Tried not to be too cheesy, but I don't think I succeeded.

"Kasanoda-senpai, your portrayal of Poseidon is quite realistic."

"Or over the top," Shinobu-senpai mumbled.

The twins took full advantage of his build and kept his chest bare. A sheet belted around his waist and a trident were all he was wearing. The 'injured while training' story wasn't hurting either.

Shinobu-senpai couldn't keep her eyes off him.

Mitsukuni and Chika were hosting together today. They promised me they wouldn't kill each other.

As Cupid, Mitsukuni is perfect. However, Cupid is also the God of sexual desire and procreation. We stuck with roses and hearts.

Someone had to be Zeus, and Chika volunteered. The God of the sky, lighting, thunder, law, order, justice had golden lighting bolts that he could throw at people. Made of Styrofoam, covered in gold fabric that was too expensive. The scales of justice sat by his side.

"Honey-senpai, who will you shoot with your arrow and make them fall in love?"

"You princess." He had a bow and some of the roses were modified so they could be shot. Gently. And not very far. "Who do you wish to fall in love with?"

"You!" she giggled.

"I don't need to shoot either of us. I already love all my ladies."

Chika threw a bolt of lightning at him.

If they'd ever see Mitsukuni take down a whole platoon, they wouldn't think he was so cute.

That brings us to the reason Takashi isn't hosting with Mitsukuni.

He'd been paired with Haruhi-senpai as Hades and Persephone, rulers of the Underworld. We made their area look like hell. Fake molten lava, fires burning, and their furniture blood red velvet.

Statues of the damned were scattered around. Tantalus, unable to eat or drink. Sisyphus pushing the boulder up a hill. Danaus's daughters filling a leaky basin. It wouldn't be the Underworld without Cerberus, the three-headed dog. There was a statue of him at the entrance to their section.

Takashi and Haruhi-senpai were wearing togas, hers covering as much of the bandages as it could. The twins had to make some adjustments.

"Persephone, you should ditch Hades and come out with me."

"Yeah, you can leave the Underworld for half the year. We'd be happy to entertain you above ground."

Idiots. Can't they tell that Takashi is about to rip their heads off?

Now they can. That glare and growl will deter anyone.

"That's very sweet of you, but I choose to stay with Hades all year." She put her hand on Takashi's arm and he smiled.

He only smiles at her. Didn't even think he could before I joined the club.

That just leaves me. I'm not hosting today but observing and making notes to improve the next cosplay.

"Satoshi-kun, your goat half is so soft."

Pan. They decided on Pan for me. That means a satyr (half man, half goat). Leave it to the twins to make a costume that actually works. There's a back and rear end behind me. The thing is rigged to move the back foot forward when I move one of mine. They decided on shirtless for me too. With the kendo I do, I've got a great body. This way I can show it off.

"I'm glad you like it, Princess. Are you petting my flank?"

"Oh, Satoshi-kun," she giggled and blushed.

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Dinner at the Diner:

Having the girlfriends here cuts down on the testosterone in the place. It used to be just me and Haruhi.

Kaoru, Hikaru, Honey-senpai, and Mori-senpai have their girlfriends with them, although Keiko-chan is just a friend. She's rooting for Mori-senpai and Haruhi.

I think it's about time for Kasanoda to get off his butt and ask Shinobu-san to join us for the study session and dinner. They're a couple, whether they know it or not. Idiots.

Kaoru leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Renge, I need you to help me with something."

"What?"

"I think Haruhi would be perfect for my new commoner business clothing line print ads. I need help talking her into it."

"After what she went through last week, you think you can talk her into even more exposure?"

"That's why I need help."

"I think she'd be perfect too but getting her to agree is almost impossible."

"I waited until tonight. With Ranka, you, and the other girls, I'm hoping it will work."

"I'll do my best."

"Thanks."

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I waited until dinner was almost over. We'd been laughing and telling stories about the last week and now we are all in a good mood.

Here goes nothing. The worst she can do is say no.

"Haruhi, I need your help with something."

"Sure, Kaoru. Anything."

She's going to regret that. I know it.

"I was talking to Mom and we all think you'd be perfect for the commoner business clothing line print ads."

Her face was blank. Like she didn't understand what I said. Fortunately, Ranka got it immediately.

"Oh, Haruhi!" He leaned over and threw his arms around her. "How wonderful! My beautiful daughter representing a commoner clothing line! It's amazing! My baby girl all grown up!"

"Haruhi, you'd be perfect," Keiko-senpai spoke up. My plan's working. "Just think, a commoner would be representing a commoner clothing line. Not some famous model, but someone real. Someone the customers can relate to."

"And just think of the clothes! Designer clothes." I'm not sure how much Cho-senpai helped with that one. Haruhi already gets the clothes, and I'm not going to stop giving them to her if she decides not to model.

Naoko-chan put her hand on my knee and squeezed. "What a good idea. Having someone model the clothes who would actually wear them. It's a huge plus for the brand. Think how successful the line will be with Haruhi in the ads."

Haruhi's eyes were bouncing around following the conversation. They had a frantic look to them.

"Baby say something! Aren't you excited! What an opportunity," Ranka was screeching he was so excited.

Renge spoke up before Haruhi had a chance to say anything, "Haruhi, before you answer, stop and think. This will help Kaoru's line. You can help bring affordable, well-tailored, appropriate business clothes to the majority of the country. Businesswomen in this country have so many things going against them. Their gender, their status as a parent, underestimation of their skills, lack of cost-effective training, and the basic belief that they can't compete with men in anything. You wrote an amazing report about that just last year."

Haruhi's breathing was calming down. Last thing I want is for this to scare her.

Renge continued, "With appropriate, affordable clothing, they stand a better chance of being taken seriously. As much as you hate the superficial judgement in this country, you know I'm right. The fact that you wear Kaoru's clothes shows that. If you were wearing something more casual or less fitting, you wouldn't be taken as seriously by your board, your employees, or Mori-senpai's board."

Perfect. Renge gave the perfect argument.

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They want me to what? Model Kaoru's clothes and have my picture in magazines? They're insane.

Dad leaned over and whispered, "They're right Haruhi. But think about this. It would be a way to return the favors they've given you over the years. I know how you hate to be indebted, but here's your chance to pay them back."

"But, Dad…"

"How about this? What do you want for doing this? A paycheck, or something more? Think about what Renge-chan just said."

What do I want? What would be a good thing to come out of this? Interesting idea.

"What are you willing to do for me to model?"

He looked surprised. I don't say things that sound so selfish. "You'd be paid scale for an unknown model for print ads. You'd be paid for the shoot and then for each ad placed. You'd get to keep the clothes."

"What else?"

"What else do you want?"

Here goes nothing. "I want a percentage of profits and a certain amount of the clothes donated."

He didn't hesitate. "Done!" I didn't think it would be that easy.

"I'll go further," Kaoru said. "All my models will be commoners. Print ads, TV, runways, everything. I'll take on paid interns from public schools, though I'm not sure how many at first. Where I have the choice, I'll hire commoner vendors and staff. We have existing contracts with some venders at the Hitachiin Label." He smiled at my shocked face. "Anything else?"

He'd given me everything I could think of and more. Could there possibly anything else?

"What about including a charity in each shoot with info in the pictures?"

"How would that work?"

"Not sure."

Ito-san had an idea. "What about including some artwork those kids did? It could be on the wall behind the models, like if you're doing the shoot in an office setting. There could be something about how they could donate or purchase it."

"The mother could be picking up her kid from a playground that one charity put in," Satoshi suggested.

Even Tamaki-senpai had an idea, "We donated to that Designing Artists Academy. Something could be done with that."

"I get it," Kaoru mumbled. "I can make that work."

I hit him with the best smile I had. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Haruhi."

All that is worth a small amount of exposure. Kyoya-senpai would be proud of my negotiating skills.

I can't believe I just thought that.

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The checks were delivered and we're all getting ready to leave. I'd forgotten to tell them, and so had Satoshi.

"Tomorrow after classes, Satoshi and I are leaving for a kendo world cup in Sydney."

"Yeah," Satoshi gave me a smack on the shoulder. "Taka and I are going to kick some butt. We're going to the Olympics!"

"That's great!" Tamaki cheered. "We'll have a celebration party for you on Monday."

"Good luck, Mori-senpai," Haruhi said with her smile. "Good luck, Satoshi-kun."

"We're coming back with first and second place! Maybe this time, I'll win!"

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After dropping Haruhi and her bodyguard off, Mori-kun drove me to the bar. Before I got out, I handed him the club design packet.

"Jarou and I looked through it carefully and made comments and suggestions where needed. Mainly some configuration changes for the talent. The new dressing rooms we have at the bar are great, but since you are planning them from scratch, they can flow better and be more secure from the public."

"Thank you, Ranka-san. Be sure to thank Jarou-san for me as well. I'll give you both a tour when construction starts."

"Does Haruhi know the name you want to use?"

"Not yet. Do you think she'll have a problem?"

"Not really. It's not her name."

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Email from Watanabe to Kyoya:

Senpai,

Greek Gods and Goddesses today for cosplay. [Description of costumes, decorations, and guests' interactions] Nothing out of the ordinary.

Study session quiet. No gossip, just studying.

At the Diner, Kaoru asked Haruhi to model for the print ads for his new businesswoman commoner line. After much discussion and bargaining, she agreed. Photo shoot next Saturday.

Mori-senpai and Satoshi leaving tomorrow for kendo world cup in Sydney.

Watanabe

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xXx

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Thursday, January 20:

Evening, Round One Arcade, Ikebukuro:

"This was a good idea, Asshole."

"Yeah, we both need some fun after the last two weeks."

I brought Shinobu to an arcade in Ikebukuro. Not a lot of yakuza activity here, and what there is, isn't a problem for us. They're bottom feeders.

We'd gone to dinner at this weird place called 'Russia Sushi'. A black Russian named Simon was outside advertising the place. Food was good though.

We're so fucking competitive, every game we played was one-on-one. No team games for us. I was up ten to nine. We hadn't come up with a bet, just bragging rights.

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I never thought a tough bitch like me would be terrified again. Two fucking weekends in a row. First, Ritsu-kun gets shot, then Kono is in a shooting. I could have lost either one or both.

And Asshole and I would have only had that one kiss…

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She's kinda quiet tonight, and she's never quiet.

"Hey, something wrong? You're quiet."

"Just trying to kick your ass."

That's not it, but if she wants to pretend…

When I find out who's been shooting at us, I'm going to kill them. How dare they make me scared. First, Haruhi and then Shinobu. If she had been at that bar…

And I've only fucking kissed her once.

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In the back of an SUV, behind the divider:

"Mmmmm"

"Shit, Asshole. Don't stop."

I smashed my lips against hers again. She's so hot. I can't think.

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He's got his tongue down my throat and his hands up the back of my shirt. His hair is perfect for grabbing.

I yanked it and got a heavy moan in response. Fuck…

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She's on my lap, pressed up against me. I can feel the heat of her thighs through my leather pants.

How far are we going to take this?

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I pulled away for air, then attacked his neck. He's not going home without my mark on him.

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Oh, shit…

"AAhhhh" That bite is so hot. So wicked. She's going to leave a mark, and I'm gonna show it off.

Got my hands under the back of her bra. Do I take it off?

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Don't want to stop. Don't think I can.

The smell of the leather, the bumps in the road. Shit, he just growled at me before he bit my ear.

"OOOOoohhhh!"

"SHIT!"

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Her eyes are blown wide with lust. I've almost got her shirt off.

I could have her. I could have her now. Just tell the driver to take the long way home. We need another hour.

The heat of her chest against mine. The smell of her perfume – nothing flowery, just good.

Nothing's stopping me.

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I lift my arms up. I want this fucking shirt off. Now! I want his skin on mine.

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She's letting me take her shirt off. Fuuuuuuck.

"Ritsu, don't stop. Don't stop. I need this."

I hit the brakes and looked at her.

"Hey, why'd you stop?"

"You said you need 'this', not you need 'me'." I kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm not mad, just don't get it."

Her lips followed mine as I pulled back.

"Talk to me."

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Fuck. What the fuck do I say?

"Shit," I mumble and sit next to him, pulling my shirt down.

His arms come around me, and he whispers, "It's OK, you know. You can talk to me."

He's right. Kono doesn't want to hear this shit.

"I just wanna feel good. I want it to all go away." I will not cry. I will not fucking cry. Not in front of him.

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"Yeah, me too." I pulled her against me, and she put her head on my chest. "But that isn't the reason to do what we were gonna do."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

We just sat there until we got to her place. Drove straight into the garage. Not going to be out in the open if we can help it. The security our dads made us take just to go to a fucking arcade was insane.

I helped her out of the car and gave her a hug. "We'll think of something else," I whispered.

"Thanks, Asshole. Thanks for not…you know."

"Hey, I can't be a complete dick all the time," I smirked, trying kill the tension. She smiled.

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Friday, January 21:

Sydney, Australia:

Taka and I both have a bye into the brackets, so we're watching the preliminaries. Not a lot of talent out there. Most of our competition skipped preliminaries too.

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xXx

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Ouran Dining Hall:

As I walked up to their table, I heard Haruhi explain why she was here on a Friday.

"I spent yesterday afternoon at Petto Chinmi. The team and I went over the five-year plan, made adjustments, and got a lot done. Since I was there, I picked up my mail and research. Tanaki-san and I decided we didn't need to meet today."

I knew she'd be here. Perfect planning.

"Tamaki?"

"Kyoya! You're here for lunch?"

"I wanted to talk about a company I found."

Predictable as ever, Tamaki scooted over to make room. "What did you find? Is it perfect? Tell me!" He gets so excited, but this time it's warranted. This company is perfect for him.

I sat and explained, "It's not on the open market yet. I heard about it through discrete inquiries."

"Sounds fishy." That had to be Hikaru. I ignored him.

"Have you heard of the Noguchi Gallery?"

Haru and the cousins clearly hadn't. Not surprised.

"Yes, I have. I've been to a couple openings there," Renge answered.

"Kyoya? Are you saying it's available?" He was on the edge of a fit. Renge better keep him calm.

"Yes, that's what I'm saying. The owner has been quietly looking to sell. He doesn't want it bought by another company. He wants it to go to someone who will care for it like he did."

"Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi said, "what is the Noguchi Gallery?" She completely ignored me.

"My darling Haruhi." Here it comes. A long-winded explanation that I could do in less than two minutes.

Fortunately, Renge broke in. "It's an amazing art gallery in downtown Tokyo. It's been around forever. Owned by the same family.

"There are several galleries. Some for hanging art, sculptures, and installations. Selling the artwork is a primary source of revenue.

"But it's more than an art gallery. They have a performance stage for orchestras, ballets, and plays. When a foreign performance comes to the city, they sometimes perform there.

"There are also music rooms to rent out. Instructors and their students can use them to practice." She leaned over and hugged Tamaki. "It's perfect."

"You know a lot about it, Renge-senpai," Chika commented.

"I've been to gallery openings and a play opening. I read the brochure," she shrugged.

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Why is that jerk here? He could have told Tamaki-senpai all this during class. They're in the same one.

He purposefully did this at lunch. Did he know Haruhi-senpai would be here today? He could pretend he didn't know, then show up.

I'll have to talk to Takashi when he gets back from Sydney. Kyoya-senpai is pushing his way back into the group. He's practically won over Tamaki-senpai.

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Does that motherfucker think I don't know what he's doing? Coming over here helping Tamaki-senpai. Showing his good side to Haruhi, thinking it will help him get her back. He must have known she'd be here.

Why won't they let me kill him? The fellas can get rid of the body. No one will ever find it. It would solve everything.

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I wish Tamaki-senpai realized how much it hurts to see him talking to Kyoya-senpai like nothing happened. Like he didn't betray my trust in the worst way. Like he didn't threaten Hikaru and then follow through.

I don't want to be here.

"I'm going to the library. See you at club."

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I watched Haru leave and knew I was the reason. Shit. I thought she'd be ready for this.

"Tamaki, we have an appointment Monday after class. I'll introduce you to Noguchi-san. After that, you're on your own. I'm sure your father and grandmother don't want me to help you."

"No, they don't."

"That doesn't mean that you have to do it yourself. Get a lawyer and an accountant. Have them help. Finding the right advisers is the key to a successful business."

"Thanks, Kyoya. You're the greatest!" And I didn't get away fast enough. I hate hugging.

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In the Library:

"SLAM!"

This time she jumped in her seat and looked around. She's so scared, it's tasty.

This time all I did was knock some books of a shelf.

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What is wrong with me? I jump at the littlest noise. Ritsu, Mori-senpai, Honey-senpai, Kasanoda-sama, and other security officers have agreed that I was not a target.

Why am I still scared?

Why am I still having nightmares?

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That Evening, Houshakuji Mansion:

"WEEeeeeeeeeeee!"

Tamaki-kun is clearly enjoying himself roller skating around my ballroom. Giving him a childhood. That's what I've been doing.

Comicon, roller skating, creating a manga, crazy cosplays. Indulging him in his board games. The hippos definitely being the strangest. I know our children will be children. We won't let them grow up too fast.

"Wait for me!" I yelled as I sped across the floor.

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Phone call between Kyoya and Haruhi:

Haruhi: Now what does he want? Lunch today wasn't enough? "Hello, Senpai."

Kyoya: "Good evening, Haru."

Haruhi: …

Kyoya: "I wanted to apologize for lunch today."

Haruhi: "Really?"

Kyoya: "Yes. I didn't think you would be there, and I wanted to tell Tamaki about the business. I'm sorry I didn't turn around and walk away as soon as I saw you there." I'm pushing her too fast. I actually am sorry I did that today.

Haruhi: "Thank you for realizing it."

Kyoya: That's not forgiveness. Way too soon for that.

Haruhi: "Is there anything else, Senpai?"

Kyoya: She doesn't even use my name anymore. "Congratulations on beating my score on that English paper."

Haruhi: "Thanks." That was a hard one. Took way too much time.

Kyoya: "Do you have any more news about the shooting?"

Haruhi: "Which one?" Why is he even asking about this?

Kyoya: "Either."

Haruhi: "Why don't you ask Tamaki-senpai?"

Kyoya: "Haru…"

Haruhi: "Good night, Senpai," and I hung up the phone.

Kyoya: "Haru?" Great. Just fucking great.

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Saturday, January 22:

Somewhere in Tokyo:

My architectural history professor assigned us a paper. Visit ten examples of traditional architecture in Tokyo and describe why they are national treasures, what we think and feel about them, and changes we would make if we were building them.

I brought Cho-chan with me.

"Today was wonderful, Honey-kun. I'd seen some of those places, but never had the architecture explained to me."

"It was fun, right? What about this? Eating dinner with bunnies!"

She had a grey lop in her lap, petting him and playing with his ears.

"I had no idea places like this existed. Animal cafes? What will they think of next?"

"When Haru-chan told me about Ms. Bunny, I knew we should try it. I searched the web for other animal cafes in Tokyo. There are several. Birds, owls, hedgehogs, cats. There's even a penguin bar in Ikebukuro." (1)

"Maybe we should try all of them."

She's so cute. Dressed in pink jeans, white shirt, and pink coat. She'll have gray fur all over her.

Of course, none of these bunnies compare to Usa-chan. He'll always be the best bunny to me. I hope I'm not making him jealous, I had to hold each of them.

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xXx

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Somewhere in Tokyo:

I'm at our arcade checking up on business. Some syndicates have restaurants, some have bars, we have arcades.

We've increased security since the two shootings targeting the Kasanoda and Himura Syndicates. It's the worst kept secret that they are thinking about merging. Father is sure it's what the shootings are about.

Standing at the window looking out, I realized how wrong he is as two motorcycles came screaming by.

The last thing I heard was gunfire.

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Author's Note:

A lot happening. Himura Syndicate shooting, Greek God/Goddess cosplay, print ads for Haruhi. Tamaki finds a business. Kasanoda and Shinobu go on a steamy date. Kyoya's still trying to redeem himself but messing around with Watanabe. Haruhi hangs up on him. And…another shooting.

Let me know what you think.

I realize Haruhi doing the print ads is a little OOC, but I did my best to make it reasonable. I've been playing with these characters for a year and a half, so their characters might grow and evolve, but shouldn't dramatically change – unless I do something overly cruel!

(1) These things really exist. I listed animals from some of the ones I found. Weird, Huh?

Anyone catch the reference to another anime?

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Next Chapter:

What's up with the shootings? How will it impact our group?

And Haruhi gets ready for a very special weekend!

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