The Next Phase

by MollyMuffinHead

Sequel to 'The Learning Curve'. Through a series of events, each host undergoes a major life change. Some bad, some good. Everyone's participation in the world is expanded through business, charity, tragedy, love, friendship, and luck (good and bad). Rated for Language and Smooching. Sequel up: 'The Way Forward'

10. Chapter 10 - Haruhi's Birthday

Author's Note: Welcome back. Don't hate me for this chapter. You only have to wait a week.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.

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Date Posted: 11/9/2019

Trigger Warnings: Language. Some Violence, mild.

The Next Phase - Chapter 10: Haruhi's Birthday

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Saturday, January 29:

Late Afternoon, Hitachiin Studio:

"Wonderful shoot, Kaoru," I said, giving my youngest a hug. He's going to be a bright light in fashion around the world.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Yea, little brother. Great pics. I was worried about Haruhi."

"She's a natural! You did sign her exclusively?"

"Of course, Mom. The contract's nice and tight, but she'd never want to model for anyone else. The hoops I had to jump through…no one else ever would."

"They are worth it. The novelty alone will set you apart. And your market will love it. Having someone they can relate to…perfect."

"You integrated the charities into the pictures well. I wasn't sure that would work," Hika said.

I smiled thinking of Haruhi-chan. No one else could convince my son to include charities into his pictures. What a fantastic idea! Depending on how it's received, I might have to try it.

"Me either," Kaoru said. "Should have known it would be a good thing. Haruhi's rarely wrong."

"Except about Kyoya-senpai."

"Yeah, but they're over now."

"Not if he has anything to say about it."

What? "Is that Ootori still after her? What is he thinking?"

I listened as my sons told me about his lunch visits and the things he says. He's backing off and starting over? Haruhi-chan's too smart for that. It will never work.

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Hitachiin Limo:

I can't believe those rich bastards made us ride in a limo. Eiji has a regular car we could be using, but no…those crazy twins had to use a limo. Dad loves the fanciness of it. Guess I'll suck it up for him. He's done so much for me.

"Haruhi, wasn't that amazing!?" he squealed, practically jumping up and down on the seat. "My beautiful daughter having her own photo shoot. You'll be a famous model! Your mother would be so proud!" He threw his arms around me in a crushing hug.

"Can't…breathe…"

"Sorry, Honey." He relaxed his grip but didn't let go. "I'm just so happy!"

"Why would Mom be proud of me being a model? I want to be a lawyer like her."

"Oh, Darling," he sighed as he squeezed again. "She'd be proud of the things that are coming out of it. Commoner models. Charities featured in the ads. The donated money and clothes. She's be so proud of you."

I hugged him back and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Dad."

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Kotoko, I know you're watching us. I know you're proud of our daughter. I did my best after you left, but it's your influence that has made her the young woman she is today.

Did you see the photo shoot today? Our daughter in long hair, makeup, and amazing business clothes. She looked so professional.

I was impressed by the detail Kaoru-kun had in his settings. The mock office had artwork done by those amazing kids. Haruhi was giving a presentation in front of a conference table full of men, all commoner models. She was so confident, in her element.

They even did a setup outside showing her coming out of a taxi, ready for court. Amazing.

Looking down at her face, I'm struck again by just how young she is. Almost 17, but I still see the seven-year-old there, taking care of me. She grew up too fast.

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That evening, some had a lot on their minds:

Mori and Chika:

"You really think the inspector fabricated the tip?"

"No," I said. "I think whoever is doing this managed to direct the tip to him."

"I've been keeping notes. I'll list the incidents, you tell me if I've missed any," Chika said.

"Liquor license at Ranka-san's bar, the twin's boat…"

"Yacht."

"Nuts. Haruhi-senpai's got me doing it. Yacht. Tamaki-senpai's driver. Mitsukuni's underage drinking, and today, your bar."

"That's it, so far."

"So far…yeah, that's the problem." Chika sighed and continued, "Who hasn't been targeted?"

"Technically, I've been targeted twice. First, Ranka-san's bar and today. The twins, Tamaki, and Mitsukuni all have been. That leaves you, Satoshi, Haruhi, and maybe Kyoya."

"Kyoya-senpai?"

"If they are targeting all the members of the Host Club, past and present."

"Could he be behind this?"

"I don't see why. What does it get him? He's trying to repair his relationship with us and Haruhi. If he's doing this and it comes to light, we'd never talk to him again."

"Yeah, you're right. What about Kasanoda-senpai and Renge-senpai. They're part of the Club."

"Hn."

"What could they possibly do to Kasanoda-senpai? Could whoever this is be involved in the shootings?"

"I seriously doubt it. They've hit three syndicates, killing someone from a completely unrelated one."

"So, what could they do?"

"He carries a gun."

"Yeah, but Takashi, think. So far, nothing's come of any of the tips. They're more nuisance than anything. A tip that he's carrying a gun would lead to problems."

"So, skip him for now. How could they get to you?"

"The only company I own is the newspaper, and I don't own controlling interest. The rest of my money is in stocks. Whoever this is would have a difficult time finding out which ones."

"Business didn't have anything to do with Tamaki and Mitsukuni."

"Drinking? Me? Really? Who'd believe that?"

"Who'd believe that of Mitsukuni?"

"Point taken. Overdosing on sugar, yeah, but I'd never see the Alien drinking." He drifted off for a minute then said, "What about Satoshi?"

"He owns the housing company with me and the newspaper with all of you. Other than that…"

"They could hit Haruhi-senpai's apartment complex. That would involve you, Satoshi, and Haruhi-senpai depending on what they did."

"Or Haruhi's business."

"Shit."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Sorry," he mumbled. Kasanoda is rubbing off on him.

"Forewarned is forearmed. We warn everyone and keep the lawyers on speed dial."

"OK. We'll tell everyone on Wednesday at the Club meeting."

"Agreed."

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Tamaki and Renge:

"Thanks for coming here tonight, Renge-chan."

"Wouldn't miss it for anything."

We were at the gallery looking around. The show tonight had been planned for weeks, so I didn't have to do much. Renge-chan and I dressed up and came to mingle.

She looks amazing in her deep blue cocktail dress. Long sleeves, off the shoulder, tight fit to just above her knees, and high heels. I don't understand how women walk in those. I'm wearing a dark gray suit with a tie to match her dress.

The gallery was full of the wealthy and famous, and press taking pictures. Overall it's been successful.

The featured artist sculpted in trash found on beaches. Noguchi-san sponsored him on his grandson's request. The kid surfs and was disgusted by the state of the world's beaches.

Our private beach, along with those of the other Club members, is pristine. I did some research and was disgusted by what I found. Renge-chan suggested buying a piece for the club room.

Over the buzz of talking, drinking, and soft music, I heard, "Tamaki. Renge."

I know that voice. I spun around and saw my best friend. "Kyoya! What are you doing here?" I shook his hand instead of giving him a hug. He was surprised.

"I had to see your first show as the owner." He looked around and said, "It seems to be going well. Several of the pieces have been purchased."

"Yes, I'm quite pleased." I gave him the puppy eyes, "Are you thinking of getting one?"

I think Kyoya's the only one who can resist. "Not tonight. They aren't my style."

Not really. Kyoya likes modern. Sleek lines and metal. These are made of trash and are quite big. Some still smelled slightly of the ocean. Not everyone's taste.

"Are you?" he asked.

"I'm purchasing one for the club room. It fits with our charitable efforts."

"Good idea." He looked around for a minute before zeroing in on someone. "Please excuse me, I must talk to someone." Bowing over Renge-chan's hand, he kissed her knuckles and left us.

"He's trying too hard."

"What do you mean, my darling?"

"He thinks that if he can make up with you, you'll help him get Haruhi back. It's sad, really."

"If he thinks that, it's one of the very rare times Kyoya's wrong. Haruhi's mad at me for talking to him. She'll never take him back based on anything I'd say or do."

Renge-chan gave me her amazing smile and squeezed my hand. "Let's forget about him and mingle."

"As you wish, darling."

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The twins:

"Haruhi did great today."

"I know. My line will explode when those ads come out."

I looked at Kaoru. I've been wanting to ask this for a while but wasn't sure how. "Hey, I need to ask you something, but it's kinda weird."

I'm lying on my stomach on our bed, watching him get his clothes ready for tomorrow and his uniform ready for Monday. Not sure why he bothers. That's what the maids are for.

"Nothing's too weird for you," he laughed. "Ask away."

I took a deep breath and asked, "How serious are you and Naoko?"

I saw his eyes grow wide and a slight pink color stain his cheeks. "Are you asking how serious our relationship is, or how far we've gone physically?"

"Either or both."

"That's kinda personal, even for us. I'll answer if you tell me about Yuki."

"OK. That's fair."

"You know I asked her at the ball to be my girlfriend, right?"

"Yeah, you told me about it and that kiss."

"That's how serious the relationship is. As for how far we've gotten…heavy make out sessions, clothes still on." He stopped walking around and looked at me. "You?"

"We're not serious. Doc wants me to take it slow, and she doesn't seem to want to go fast either. Quick kisses and hugs. That's about it."

"Good idea. Doc's right. After that flashback, you need to take it easy."

He finished with his clothes and took out his books. He's going to do homework? Really?

"Hey, Kaoru,"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you love her?"

He turned in his chair. Nervous. He's nervous. He scrubbed his face with his hands and ran them through his hair. Is he thinking or stalling?

"I'm not sure what love is. I like her a lot. Let's leave it at that."

"OK."

"Have you done your English?"

"Not yet."

"Get over here and work on it. That way we have tomorrow to goof off."

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Phone conversation between Kasanoda and Shinobu:

Shinobu: "Hey, Asshole. What's up?"

Kasanoda: "I wanted to take you somewhere tomorrow, but we're on lockdown."

Shinobu: "So are we. Guess the phone will have to do."

Kasanoda: Good. I don't want her out of her compound. It's not safe out there. "Yeah, guess so."

Shinobu: "You nervous?"

Kasanoda: Definitely. "Nah. You?"

Shinobu: "Are you kidding? There's been a shooting the last three weekends. First you were shot, then Kono wounded, then Zenzo died. Of course, I'm nervous. You are too, you're just too full of testosterone to admit it." What a dumbshit.

Kasanoda: She's got me there. "Whatever."

Shinobu: "Can I ask if you're whole syndicate is on lockdown?"

Kasanoda: "Yeah, we are. Yours?"

Shinobu: "Yeah."

Kasanoda: "I fucking hate this. Not knowing when they'll strike."

Shinobu: "If they strike. Maybe Zenzo was their goal and the rest was smoke."

Kasanoda: "I'd agree if he hadn't been standing at that window by chance. Too iffy."

Shinobu: "OK, but who has the balls to go after three syndicates?"

Kasanoda: "Or more depending on this weekend."

Shinobu: "Yeah, or more."

Kasanoda: "No idea. Would have thought no one was that fucking stupid."

Shinobu: "There are some pretty stupid people out there, Asshole."

Kasanoda: "Sure, but these guys must be stupid and lucky. Kyomachi got two, but still doesn't know who they are. They covered their ink. Who the fuck does that?"

Shinobu: "When we kick someone out, we make them cover it."

Kasanoda: "We do too. Is that it? A bunch of ex-fucking-yakuza?"

Shinobu: "They'd have nothing to lose."

Kasanoda: "And they're stupid."

Shinobu: "I'll tell my dad, you tell yours."

Kasanoda: "Yup. Talk to you tomorrow."

Shinobu: "Good night, Asshole."

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Haruhi:

"Good night, Miss Haruhi. Let us know if you're going out again."

"I'm in for the night, Thanks. I'll be going to the newspaper stand in the morning and then to the Haninozuka estate in the afternoon."

"We'll be ready."

After Matsui left the apartment, I decided on a long, hot bath. Maybe it will help me sleep.

The nightmares are getting worse. Or maybe they just aren't getting better. Doesn't matter. I'm still not getting much sleep and what I get is terrible. I used to be only afraid of thunder, but now, any loud noise makes me jump. I'm sure Ritsu isn't going through this. He's probably used to it. How sad. To be sixteen and used to gunshots.

All during the photoshoot today, I couldn't help wondering what I'd gotten myself into. If I had stopped and thought about it, I bet Kaoru would have done all the things I asked for without me as a model.

Billboards, magazines, bus and train ads, newspapers, and who knows what else. Probably internet too, but he didn't want to tell me that. Too late now.

Kaoru's my friend and has gone through so much in the last year. I know he'd do anything for me. I'd do anything for him. Just didn't think it'd be something so public.

The water's getting cold. Guess I'll try to sleep.

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Middle of the Night, Phone Call Between Haruhi and Mori:

Mori: It's two in the morning, why is Haruhi calling? "Haruhi? What's wrong?"

Haruhi: "Mori-senpai, you said I could call if I had a nightmare."

Mori: "You can call anytime you want. Anytime." She sounds like she's been crying.

Haruhi: "Thanks."

Mori: She's whispering, and her voice is shaky. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Haruhi: "No. I don't even want to think about it."

Mori: "Alright. What can I do?"

Haruhi: "Talk to me about something…anything."

Mori: …

Haruhi: "Tell me about your last competition."

Mori: So, I told her. About the flight. The preliminaries. The semifinals. The finals. The food we ate. The sights. The medal ceremony. "Haruhi?"

Haruhi: …

Mori: I think she's asleep. "Haruhi?"

Haruhi: "zzzz"

Mori: Asleep. What do I do? Do I hang up?

Haruhi: …

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I ended up falling asleep with my phone against my ear. When I woke up the next morning, it had been disconnected. Not sure which of us did it.

She'd sent me a text.

Thanks for the best night of sleep I've had in a while.

I haven't felt this gooey in a long while.

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Sunday, January 30:

Afternoon, Haninozuka Dojo:

"Whew! I can't." Pant, pant. "Catch my" Pant, pant. "Breath."

"You need to work on your endurance, Haruhi-senpai."

She came over today for a training session. Chika and I worked her kinda hard, but for a reason. We wanted her to see her deficiencies.

"True," Chika said. "You'd have a hard time outrunning someone, Haruhi-senpai."

She's bent at the waist, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Shorts and a t-shirt. Not wearing a uniform. We're teaching her self-defense, not traditional karate or kendo.

"Why do I need to outrun them when I can kick them?"

I rolled my eyes. "For a smart person, that's not a smart question."

"Yeah. You're right."

At least she's standing now. Her face is still red and sweaty.

"You should run with one of your security team every morning or evening," Chika suggested.

The look of horror in her face was funny, and I did my best not to laugh.

"I'm serious, Haruhi-senpai. Your brain isn't the only thing that needs for function at top efficiency."

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They're right. I'm in terrible shape. Never having time is not a good excuse for not taking care of myself.

"Alright. Alright. I can do that."

"Good. We want you healthy, so you stick around a long, long time."

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Ootori Mansion:

"You wanted to see us, Kyoya?"

Excellent. My brothers, quaking in their boots.

"Come in. Sit down." I pointed to the chairs in front of the desk. "We need to discuss money."

They looked at each other, trying to hide the fear in their eyes. One of them was growing debt again.

"Akito. You are graduating medical school this April. Do you have a preference, or should I assign your internship?"

His eyes grew larger, and I could see the sweat bead on his forehead. "If I didn't have a preference, where would you assign me?"

"Sendai." About as far north as I can send him.

The color drained from his face, and I smirked. "I'd like to stay in Tokyo."

"Preference in hospital?" I asked, picking up a pen.

"Tokyo Main, with Yuuichi."

"We'll see."

I turned to Yuuichi and fixed him with the Shadow King glare. "Your 'activities' are growing debt again. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"My allowance is not enough." That took courage.

"Months ago, we spoke, and I told both of you to come to me if you needed more money. I told you, you were not to go into debt again." I narrowed my eyes and scowled, "What should I do with you?"

Yuuichi glared back and said, "You can't do much without hurting the precious Ootori name."

Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. "I can disown you. Declare you on your own. That any debt you have will not be honored by the Ootori family. You'd be on your own with nothing."

"You can't disown me. I'm older than you."

"And I'm the head of the family now. You can't be that naive."

I saw his hands. He was picking at his cuticles. Disgusting habit. Especially for a doctor. "Stop that right now. That's revolting." His hands clenched into fists, but he didn't look up.

I made them wait for a while as I looked around. This was my father's office, but I'd had it redone completely. Got rid of all the dark wood, the paneling, the desk that was two sizes too big, and the old leather.

It was a serine blue now. Comfortable white sofas and chairs. Modern abstract art. Sleek and sophisticated desk. Hard as hell chairs in front of it. I'm the only thing in here that needs to be intimidating. And I am.

"Yuuichi, you must cease your 'activities' and develop a humbler lifestyle. You live here and your meals are taken care of. You have your paycheck and an allowance. It's time to grow up."

He wasn't through fighting back. "Easy for you to say. You have all the money and can do anything you want, Kyoya."

"Yes, I can. That's what winners do."

I heard him mumble, "Shit," under his breath.

"Yuuichi…"

"Fine. What about my current debt?"

"I'll pay it. But I will make it clear that I will not honor any more of your debts with those people."

"Fine." He didn't apologize, and I wasn't expecting one.

"Unless either of you have anything further, you're dismissed."

They walked out, looking at their shoes.

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Kasanoda Security Office:

"Assessment?" I asked my security team sitting around the table.

Fujii took the lead, "No shooting this weekend. Nowhere in Tokyo or surrounding areas."

"What the fuck?" Ritsu cursed. "Are they done or fucking with us?" Since he'd been shot and was growing up much faster than I wanted, I had him join us.

"Unknown," Fujii responded.

"What about the idea that they're ex-yakuza?"

That was a brilliant deduction by my son and Shinobu. We'd gotten there already, but with their lack of experience, I was impressed.

"We've shared that will the Himura's and Kyomachi's. We're compiling names of those we've kicked out and are tracking them down. The other syndicates have been informed via backchannels."

"So, what do we do now?" asked the head technical security officer.

"Remain on lockdown, except when necessary." Before he could ask, I said, "Yes, Ritsu, that means school."

"Shit."

"Everyone's on edge since nothing's happened yet. Stay on the lookout and report anything suspicious."

Everyone nodded.

"Dismissed."

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That Evening, Phone Call Between Kyoya and Haruhi:

Haruhi: "Hello, Kyoya-senpai."

Kyoya: "Hello, Haruhi. How is your evening going?"

Haruhi: "Fine. Yours?"

Kyoya: "Fine as well. Will you tell me about your weekend?"

Haruhi: He probably knows anyway. "I had another fashion shoot yesterday at the Hitachiin studio."

Kyoya: "Another? What was this one for?" I knew, of course. Watanabe had it in her email.

Haruhi: "Print ads for his line." I went on to tell him about the deal Kaoru and I made and the shoot itself.

Kyoya: "My Haruhi, the supermodel."

Haruhi: "I'm not your anything, Kyoya-senpai."

Kyoya: Shit. I'm an idiot. "I know, Haruhi. Slip of the tongue."

Haruhi: "Whatever."

Kyoya: "Do you remember the merger with the medical packaging firm in South Korea? The one I was thinking about over the summer?"

Haruhi: "Yes."

Kyoya: "I'll have it completed by the end of March."

Haruhi: "Congratulations, Kyoya-senpai."

Kyoya: "Thank you. It took longer than anticipated. I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to the contract signing."

Haruhi: "I just started calling you by your name, and you want me to travel to South Korea with you? Overnight?"

Kyoya: "I admit, it's moving fast…"

Haruhi: "I know you almost always get what you want, but this is like asking for a billion yen when all I have is a piggybank. My trust for you wouldn't fill one right now."

Kyoya: Asking for the impossible was the point. "You're right. I don't know where that request came from."

Haruhi: "Habit. Habit of really telling when you ask for something. Habit of always getting what you want."

Kyoya: "A habit I'm trying to break in my personal life."

Haruhi: "Try harder."

Kyoya: "I will." Now comes the second step. "I don't suppose you'd like to have lunch with me sometime?"

Haruhi: "Lunch?"

Kyoya: "Yes. In the dining hall. For your birthday. I could buy your lunch, or you could bring your own."

Haruhi: "That doesn't sound horrible."

Kyoya: "Thursday?" Works every time. Ask for the moon and when they refuse, ask for something that now sounds more reasonable.

Haruhi: "OK. We'll try it. I'll be bringing my lunch."

Kyoya: "That's fine. See you there."

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Monday, January 31:

Morning, Ootori Limo:

Climbing into the limo to head for Ouran, my assistant handed me an envelope. "Thank you."

It contained my cash for the week. I don't always use my credit card. I also need cash for Tuesday's donation.

"That's odd," I muttered to myself. One of the bills had writing on it. Just a string of numbers and letters. Why write anything on money?

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Early Morning, Streets of Tokyo:

"We've reached your office, My Lord."

"Thanks." I waited for security to do a sweep and open my door.

As I stepped out, a black van pulled up on the street side of my limo and slammed on its breaks.

I heard gunfire and a crash as security slammed me to the ground.

"Fuck!"

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Texts between Kasanoda Ryuu and Ritsu:

Ryuu: Minami syndicate was attacked. Arihiro shot at getting out of limo

Ritsu: Fuck. Was he hurt?

Ryuu: Other than being slammed against the ground by security, no

Ritsu: Good

Ryuu: Same guys. Same brick. Same guns. No motorcycles this time

Ritsu: ?

Ryuu: Used van. Drove up beside limo and let loose.

Ritsu: Shit. Have to watch for more than bikes now

Ryuu: You still have plans with Haruhi-chan

Ritsu: Yep. Guess I don't have to worry now

Ryuu: Don't relax. They could increase their attacks. Don't be stupid.

Ritsu: Yeah, right. We'll take the SUV.

Ryuu: Good. See you tonight.

Ritsu: Is Shinobu's dad telling her?

Ryuu: Yea

Ritsu: OK See ya

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Afternoon, Kasanoda Car Dealership:

"Thanks for bringing me here, Ritsu."

"No problem. Saves me from having to play host."

She laughed at that. Must be getting more sleep. The bags under her eyes have faded a little.

"Hello, I'm Wada. How may I be of assistance."

He was looking at me, but I pointed to Haruhi. "My friend, Fujioka, needs to purchase a car."

"Fujioka-san, it's a pleasure to meet you." He bowed and Haruhi returned it.

"Likewise, Wada-san."

We walked around the showroom looking at cars that were too expensive for her. She told him what she wanted and how much she was willing to pay. Wada was disappointed. Tough shit.

"Come with me. I think I have something you'll like."

He led us to the back of the showroom to the cheapest car here. "This one should meet your requirements if we have a model without the extras."

Extras like what? Heat? Windows? Tires?

"Thank you, Wada-san. It's what I had in mind."

"Of course, if you wish to look at used cars, we have more in your price range."

I knew she wanted a new one. That's what her dad deserved.

I pulled her aside. "Haruhi, let me give you the syndicate discount. It's not much, but you'll get the extras back or you could move up a model."

She shook her head. "Thanks, but no. I want to do this myself, but I have an idea."

Taking out her phone, she stepped away for a few minutes, texting.

When she came back, she had an updated budget. Wada-san was excited. "With that amount, I can put you in this next model with its extras. It's a midsize with plenty of room in the back."

"I'd like to test drive it."

"Of course. Do you have a license?"

"No." She looked around and waved Eiji forward. "Eiji, would you mind driving? I'll ride with you."

"Yes, Miss Haruhi. It would be my pleasure."

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Tetsuya and I ended up driving our two charges. Miss Haruhi wanted to ride some in the front and some in the back. We took them around this part of town, testing the acceleration, breaks, turning radius, and parking.

On the way back to the dealership, I listened to her talking with Kasanoda-sama.

"I think this will work fine, don't you?"

"Sure. Just what you were wanting. Not expensive. Regular day-to-day commoner car with enough safety features so you don't have to worry about Ranka-san."

"And the back seat will hold adult sized people, not just me."

He smiled at her. "Hey, where'd you come up with the extra money?"

That smirk reminded me of the twins. "I texted Kaoru and asked what I'd be paid for the photo shoot on Saturday. It was enough."

"But you don't have that paycheck yet."

"I have enough to cover until I get it. The back loan isn't due for two more weeks, and Kaoru said he'd get it deposited by Thursday."

"Good. I know Ranka will be happy."

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"I'll take it, Wada-san. Do you have it in red?"

"Red? Are you sure?" She didn't seem like someone who'd like that.

"Yes. It's for my father. It goes with his personality."

We signed the papers and I took her checks. One was a certified check from her bank in the amount of her original budget. The second she wrote out for the balance.

Normally, I wouldn't take a personal check like that, but she came in with the Kasanoda heir, so she must be good for it.

"Thank you, Wada-san. My father and I will be here Friday late afternoon to pick it up. It's a surprise for him."

"We'll have it clean and ready, Fujioka-san."

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Tuesday, February 1:

Ouran Dining Hall:

"Chika, what's the charity this week?"

I took Kyoya-senpai's envelope and explained, "It's called 'Room to Read'. A bilingual volunteer group which focuses on literacy and gender equality in education. I found this one."

"Excellent choice."

Of course, it was. I don't need him to tell me that.

"Kyoya! Join us for lunch! I'm going to tell everyone about my first show at the gallery. You were there, you can help."

He definitely wanted to, but I could tell he wondered where Haruhi-senpai was. The twins told us she was talking to her teacher about a project.

"Thank you, Tamaki." He pulled up a chair and sat between Tamaki-senpai and Satoshi. Satoshi looked uncomfortable.

Tamaki-senpai and Renge-senpai started telling us about the show.

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Now that I know I'm on the right track with that project, I hurried to the lunchroom.

What's he doing here? I'd stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Kyoya-senpai sitting with our group. Sitting next to Tamaki. I'm sure he invited him to sit down. Was not expecting him.

Do I want the rest of them to know we're talking again? They'll find out on Thursday. They don't need to know before then.

"Chika, here's my lunch money." I handed him my envelope and sat down between the twins, on the far side of the table from Kyoya-senpai. I saw his eyebrow raise at my seating choice.

"The show was a great success. All but three pieces sold. The one for the club will be delivered tomorrow morning."

"That's kinda cool, Senpai," Ritsu said. Then he turned to me and lowered his voice. "Haruhi, are you going to tell them now?"

Just my luck, Hikaru was between us and heard him. "Tell us what? What's wrong? Why does Kasanoda know and we don't? You're our best friend, Haruhi!"

Their arms came around me and squeezed. Why is he panicking so much?

"Hikaru, calm down. I'm going to tell everyone now. That was my plan anyway." They kept their arms around me, and I let them.

"I bought a car on Monday."

I had no idea I would get such a reaction.

"Why? You can't drive."

"Oh no, my darling friend! That's so dangerous!"

"Don't you like the car we loaned you?"

"That's a lot of money."

I held up my hands to get them to shut up. "If you'd let me explain, you wouldn't have to ask so many questions."

They stopped talking and nodded at me. "Now that I have money, I wanted to do something nice for Dad. He's given up so much to raise me. It's time for me to acknowledge it.

"Ritsu helped me pick it out. It's paid for and everything. Dad and I are going Friday evening to pick it up. It's a surprise. He won't know until we get there."

"That's so sweet, Haruhi-chan," Cho-senpai said.

"It's a good way to honor your father," Chika added.

Shinobu-san, who's eating with us for the first time, spoke up, "Shit. That's a great present."

I smiled. Now was the time to tell them the big news. "And perfect timing too. Dad and Jarou-san are taking me away for the weekend for my birthday."

It never occurred to me they'd react the way they did. It's only two days.

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I knew about both the car and the trip. I have my sources. The fascinating thing was to watch everyone's reaction to the news of her leaving for the weekend.

Chika asked, "You'll be taking security with you, right?"

"Matsui is going. Eiji has a family commitment." Chika nodded, satisfied with the situation.

The twins, however, were not. "Haruhi? You're leaving us?"

She sighed, "It's for two days, Hikaru. You'll survive."

"We sure will, Haruhi. Hika and I have plans with Yuki-chan and Naoko-chan. Right, ladies?"

They both nodded.

"My darling friend, I don't think I can let you go. You won't be safe." That idiot.

Renge elbowed him in the ribs, but Chika was faster with a response. "Are you saying you don't trust the Haninozuka security force, Senpai?"

Tamaki gulped. "I'm sorry. Of course, I do, Yasuchika. I didn't mean to imply I didn't."

"Good."

That put the issue to bed, but some were still not happy she was leaving. Myself included. I'll talk to her about it on Thursday and call her over the weekend.

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xXx

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Ouran Pick Up Zone:

There's Miss Haruhi. We're going to a bookstore and then her office today.

"BANG!"

Oh no. I watched as she jumped, spun around, and then crouched down.

I ran over to her and bent down. "Miss Haruhi, are you alright? I think it was a car backfiring." It sounded nothing like a gunshot to me.

When she turned to me, I gasped. Her eyes were huge and glassy. She was trembling, her hands shaking. "Matsui?"

"It's me, Miss Haruhi. Everything is fine. Just a loud noise." I took her school bag and led her to the car. "Do you want to sit in the back?"

"No," she whispered.

I helped her in and went around to the driver's side. After starting the car and the heat, we stayed there. I wanted her to calm down.

The trembling subsided, and I asked, "Are we still going to the bookstore and then your office?"

She took a couple deep breaths and nodded.

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That was fun. I hadn't seen her jump like that before. Then she practically fell to the ground in a ball.

Justice. Feels like justice.

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xXx

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Evening, Host Club Security Video Call:

Fujioka: "What did you find out?"

Suoh: "Nothing new. He's only had one girlfriend, and I wouldn't define it as serious. They dated for a couple months before she left for college. She had nothing bad to say."

Morinozuka: "That might be the case, but one never knows what someone is capable of."

Fujioka: "My read is he's just some low-life pervert. Recognized some of the boys and harassed her when she wasn't protected. Did it because he could. Seems like a coward to me."

Kasanoda: "Cowards can strike viciously if they feel cornered."

Haninozuka: "True. Are we going to corner him?"

Kasanoda: "Considering who all is coming to these dinners, we should have someone in the kitchen anyway. Think about it, there can be up to fourteen elite families represented on any one night if you include the girlfriends, and at least half of them are heirs."

Haninozuka: "He's right. Starting Wednesday, we'll station someone in the kitchen. The night manager is already used to the security being around."

Fujioka: "We could make sure that this Rin pervert doesn't have the Wednesday night shift or the Friday lunch shift."

Suoh: "That's easy. I'll talk to the manager. We've spoken when I did the initial background checks."

Hitachiin: "What about tomorrow? Do we have time to have his shift changed?"

Fujioka: "We can have the shifts start changing on Friday. With someone in the kitchen, that should be enough."

Haninozuka: "Good. Anything else?"

…

Haninozuka: "Fine."

And everyone disconnected.

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xXx

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Wednesday, February 2:

Host Club:

"Why are you guys keeping me from the club? I need to get changed for the cosplay before the guests get there."

Hika and I had dragged Haruhi to the library to give the rest of them time to set up. "I know, but I need this book."

"You could have gotten it yourself. You didn't need me!" She started pulling away, but I didn't let go of her hand.

"I do need you, Haruhi. You won't be here for two whole days. We need to spend some time with you." Hika nodded and took her other hand.

"You two are idiots."

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"Are we all ready?" I saw nods and heard 'yes's all around. "Good. Hide."

This was a brilliant idea. Perfect for my darling friend. A surprise party! The banners were up. The balloons were everywhere. Honey-senpai made himself in charge of the cake. There were dozens.

Several of us went to the 100 Yen store yesterday and found so many fun things for a birthday party. Renge-chan suggested it, thinking that Haruhi would appreciate we didn't spend a crazy amount of money on her. Renge-chan is brilliant. I'd never have thought of that.

I even got hats for everyone.

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"Why is it dark? Is Club outside today? It's too cold."

"SURPRISE!"

Next thing I knew, I was covered in glitter and streamers, and the entire Club, hosts and guests, were singing to me. Great. A surprise birthday party.

Just what I wanted.

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"Smile, Haruhi-chan. It isn't that bad. You even have presents!"

Tamaki-senpai made Haruhi sit in the middle of the room with everyone surrounding her. She was nibbling on a piece of cake, trying to keep her glare under control. That chick really doesn't like surprise parties.

She gave her guest a smile. Wasn't as bright as usual but was OK. "Thank you but presents are unnecessary."

"We wanted to!" the guy leaned forward and put his hand on her knee. It was slight, but I saw her flinch. What a dickhead.

"Haruhi! My darling friend! All presents were kept under 2000 yen (~$20). We knew you'd appreciate that."

Actually, it was Renge that talked her boyfriend into it. She knew Haruhi would appreciate it.

"Thank you. That was a good idea."

"Haruhi, you look ridiculous in that hat," Hikaru laughed. Even I can tell them apart sometimes.

It's a huge, velvet top hat. Bright pink. Has a band around it at the top – 'Happy Birthday'. Only someone like Tamaki-senpai would think that's a good idea.

"You look silly in yours too, Hikaru."

The rest of us are wearing cone-shaped hats with a band that goes under our chin. The things I do for this crazy club. Chika looks like he wants to smash Tamaki-senpai's face into a cake.

Maybe we should have a food fight one day?

"Open the presents, Haru-chan!" I'm sure Honey-senpai got her candy.

She opened his first. I was right.

"Thank you, Honey-senpai."

"I had so much fun buying it! We went to the 100-yen store for the decorations. That's where I found the candy."

"Don't let him fool you, Haruhi," Renge said. "He bought out all the candy in the entire store."

Honey-senpai blushed. "It's for the club."

Sure, it is.

"Ritsu, I'll open yours next."

I didn't get her anything fancy. Just some strawberries.

"Yummy! Thanks." She smiled and bit into one. I could smell the strawberries from here. Some juice dripped down her chin.

"Let me get that," one of her guests said, and wiped her mouth with his thumb. Do we have to let these assholes in?

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I played along and continued to open presents. Some of these rich bastards have no idea how to spend a reasonable amount. Although, some were useful.

Pen and pencil set from a designee. Two new notebooks from Mori-senpai. An umbrella? from a girl that used to sit with me but moved to the twins. Renge's was a set of highlighters and other school supplies from the 100-yen store.

It went on and on. Everyone wanted to give the poor, little commoner a present. I wonder how many of those rich bastards had to ask a maid or security officer for help finding something that was 2000 yen or lower.

I can't be too upset. The execution might not have been what I wanted, but it was a sweet gesture.

Finally, the club wrapped up and we escorted everyone out.

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Host Club Meeting:

As usual, Satoshi lead the meeting. "Takashi and Chika have something that needs all your attention."

I gave my cousin a nod and started. "Some of you might not know, but there was another anonymous tip on Saturday. Someone called the health regulatory board and said that Takashi's night club wasn't up to health standards. The result was a full shutdown and inspection. It delayed the opening, but the guests that night couldn't tell."

"Another 'tip'?" one of the twins said. "This is getting stupid."

"Yes, it is," my brother said in his Black Honey voice. "Whoever is doing this made Cho-chan cry. That's a big no-no."

Takashi took over. "Yasuchika and I discussed this at length over the weekend. Whoever is doing this is targeting members of the Host Club. Not always their businesses, but their personal lives too."

"Yeah. Having to go through that search on the yacht was embarrassing. Our lawyers still don't have information on that tip."

"We discussed that. My suggestion is for each of us to put a security officer on it and create a task force. These haven't been anything but nuisances, but it could escalate."

Takashi looked around the room. "So far, Satoshi, Chika, Kasanoda, Renge, Haruhi, and Kyoya have not been targeted."

"What the fuck do we care if Kyoya-senpai was targeted," Kasanoda-senpai growled.

"If they are targeting past and present members of the Host Club, he will be a target at some point."

"I don't give a shit," Hikaru-senpai said. Had to be him.

"Guys give it a rest. Tamaki-senpai, would you update him and ask if he's been targeted?"

"Of course, darling Haruhi."

"Fine. Now forget about him. Mori-senpai, please continue."

"Not only do we need to find out who and why, but we must be watchful for more instances."

"That's right," I said. "It could be targeted at your business or you personally. We suggest you keep your lawyers on speed dial. You'll want to contact them right away if something happens."

"The one thing most of you own is the newspaper. What could they do to that?" Haruhi-senpai asked.

"It will be behind the scenes and be just a nuisance," Takashi said. "Tamaki, you're most familiar with the paper. Would you come up with a list of ideas. We can guard against them."

"Definitely, Mori-senpai. Count on me! I will have it by tomorrow."

"Hn."

"The Morinozuka's will spearhead the investigation. Please assign your security officer by tomorrow and let Takashi know."

"Alright," Satoshi took the meeting back, "let's discuss the cosplay for next week and anything else needed."

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Study Session:

Because of Shinobu-san's request for tutoring the last two Fridays, I invited her for the session and then dinner at the diner. Ritsu was taking too long.

"Thanks for agreeing to speak English tonight. That test is going to kick my ass tomorrow."

"No problem, Kasanoda-chan."

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"Hey, Shinobu," he whispered in my ear.

"What, Asshole."

"I think I left a hoodie at your place when we were shooting at your range. Have you seen it?"

"Nope. One of the maids could have tossed it."

I tried. I tried really hard to not blush. To not look like an idiot. I found the hoodie. I wear it when I get home. Is that creepy?

"Great. Fucking great. That was my favorite."

"Hang on. I'm trying to decide if I don't give a shit or if I don't give a fuck."

"Nice. Classy."

"Bite me."

"Just name the time and place, sweetheart."

There was no way to control my blush now. What an asshole.

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xXx

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Dinner at the Diner:

"Hot dress," Shinobu-chan said after we'd been introduced. She didn't seem to have any hesitation over my lifestyle.

"I know, right," Hikaru-kun broke in. "Ranka's always wearing the best."

"You both are so sweet."

I was curious what she'd order, having never been here. Burger and fries. A safe choice.

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I pulled out my tablet and said, "I've brought the pictures from Saturday. Check out the Hitachiin Label's newest star, Fujioka Haruhi!"

I handed it to Ranka first. Wasn't disappointed. "OH HARUHI! You're so beautiful! Kaoru-kun, I must have copies. Haruhi! We have to have the best ones framed for our apartment." He handed the tablet to Renge and gave Haruhi a huge hug.

"When are these being published," Renge asked as she swiped through.

"Late February they'll start in the fashion magazines. As the show gets closer, they'll go out all over. We might even have to do another shoot."

Haruhi rolled her eyes. A lot more public than she thought, but it was spelled out in the contract. I saw her read it. Did she think I was kidding? Probably thought that language was standard, and it wasn't going to be that bad. I feel kinda sorry, but she had her conditions and I accepted them. Maybe if everything takes off, I'll donate more than I planned.

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xXx

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Fujioka Apartment:

"Thanks for dropping my dad off at the bar and bringing Eiji and me back." She seemed nervous. Not like her at all.

"Would you like to come up for some tea?"

"Hn."

I parked and walked with them to her door. She turned to Eiji and said, "I'm not going out again tonight. Need to study. See you in the morning."

"Good night, Miss Haruhi," he said. Nodding at me, he went to the apartment next door.

Ten minutes later, we were sitting at her table drinking tea. Should have bought her tea for her birthday. This is weak, but it's what they can afford.

"Thank you for talking with me Saturday night."

"You can call me anytime, Haruhi. I'll protect you."

She blushed and looked down at her tea. I could see her breath making ripples on the surface and smell the bitterness. She deserves so much better. And I don't just mean the tea.

"Have you had any more nightmares since then?" I asked.

I shouldn't have asked. The blush drained from her face and her eyes went wide. "Not as bad as that one."

"Haruhi, please look at me." She slowly lifted her head up. "You aren't bothering me when you call. I sleep better knowing you are sleeping too. Please call if you need me."

"Thank you, Mori-senpai. I don't want to be a burden…"

I cut her off, "You've never been a burden to me or any of the others. Not any minute of the years we've know you. Please don't think that."

"Alright. I'll do my best."

We drank our tea in silence for a while until she asked, "How are your classes going?"

I left after a half hour of discussion. She seemed to be more relaxed.

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xXx

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Thursday, February 3:

Ouran Dining Hall:

"What? The? Fuck? Why is Haruhi eating lunch with him?"

"Calm down, Hika. Don't embarrass her."

"Embarrass her? I'll kill him. Clearly he's blackmailing her again."

I broke in to stop this before it got too loud. "Stop it. We're getting more attention than they are."

"I don't care, Chika."

"You should, Hikaru-senpai. Besides, she told me she was eating lunch with him."

This time it was Kasanoda-senpai. "You knew and didn't fucking stop it? Or tell us so we could?"

"Yes. No."

"Chika, this isn't the time to be funny."

I took a deep breath and blew it out. "I suppose not. She told me they were going to eat together, not to tell any of you. She knew you'd blow it out of proportion."

"Out of proportion? After what he did to her?"

Shinobu-senpai whispered in his ear, "What did he do?"

"Tell you later."

"Let it go," I snarled. "He wanted to have lunch with her for her birthday. She wouldn't let him buy her lunch, so she brought her own. It's only for today."

"I think it's wonderful. My darling friend and my best friend talking again. It's a birthday miracle."

"Boss, you're an idiot," Hikaru said for all of us.

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"Our friends are staring at us," I said to Haru. I can't stop using that name when I think of her.

"Let them stare. I told Chika I'd be eating with you today. It's for my birthday. This doesn't mean anything."

It does to me. I'm another step closer. "Just lunch for your birthday. The only problem is you didn't let my buy it."

"We're not dating. I don't want another debt."

She hasn't brought that up in forever. Why bring it up now?

"Those days are over. I should have never played with your debt like that. Probably should have never put you in debt to being with. You were a breath of fresh air we all needed. I had to keep you around."

"And in the process turned me into an indentured servant." I could hear the anger in her voice. This is not the way this was supposed to go.

"I'm sorry for that, Haruhi."

She turned and stared out the window for a couple of minutes. I tried to wait patiently as she calmed down.

"Fine. Let's not talk about this again. I'm tired of chewing on rotten food."

Not the nicest way to put that, but an apt description.

"I'm fine with that."

We both ate quietly for a few minutes before I asked, "Are you sure you'll be safe this weekend?"

Both her eyebrows raised up under her bangs. "Really? You too? Those rich bastards gave me security I'm not even sure I need. What else is there?"

"Who's driving?"

"Dad. It's his car."

"How long has it been since he's driven?"

"Twelve years."

"Can he still drive?"

"He's fine. You need to drop this, or I'll leave the table."

"Alright, if you agree to one thing."

"This isn't a negation, Kyoya-senpai," she said as she started to stand.

"Just wait. It's not a big deal. Can I call you some time this weekend? That's all."

I breathed a sigh of relief when she sat back down. "If that's all, yes, you can call me. I can't guarantee I can talk a lot, but you can call."

"That's all I ask."

"Good. That's all I'm capable of right now. You do understand how much you hurt me, don't you?"

I tried to take her hand, but she pulled it away. "Yes, I do."

"I don't think you do. This comparison isn't really right, and it doesn't have the emotional implications, but if you were developing a contract with some company for a merger and they demanded you give up all control over your holdings and they'd be in charge after that, would you sign their contract?"

"Of course not."

"Would you try again with negotiations, or would you move on to a hostile takeover."

"Takeover."

"Does that make sense to you? Be glad I'm not you."

"I'd never thought of it like that."

"Is there anything that company could do to have you walk back to the table and start negotiation from scratch?"

"Not that I can think of."

"I've already let you back to the table twice. I can't again. Do you see that?"

"I'm not the same person I was last fall. I want the chance to let you see that."

"I'm here, aren't I. I'm answering the phone when you call, aren't I. That's going to have to be good enough right now."

"It's generous. Thank you, Haruhi."

"Don't thank me. Just don't mess it up. You won't like the consequences. I might let Ritsu kill you. He's wanted to for a long time.

I couldn't stop the bark of laughter. "I won't mess it up. I'm sure he knows how to and not get caught."

"I'm sure he does too," she smirked.

This went better than I thought it would.

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xXx

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Friday, February 4 (Haruhi's Birthday):

Lunch at the Diner:

"How are things at the office, Tanaki-san."

"Going well. Security upgrades are ahead of schedule. The five-year plan is moving forward. I've included a progress report from each department in your stack of papers and journals."

"Wonderful. I'll be available by phone this weekend but will be out of town."

"I hope your birthday trip is enjoyable."

"Thank you."

I handed her a wrapped box. "Happy Birthday."

"Tanaki-san, you didn't have to do this."

"I know, but I wanted to. Seventeen only comes once."

She deserves this. Something nice and elegant. She smiled and opened the box. A beautiful, royal blue fountain pen was nestled in velvet. It had the Petto Chinmi logo engraved on the side.

"Thank you so much," she gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. "I'll be honored to use it."

"You're welcome, Fujioka-sama."

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I checked the kitchen when we first came in. No Rin. The manager assured us he would no longer be working Friday lunch or Wednesday evening. With her security detail, that should box him out.

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xXx

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Afternoon, Fujioka Apartment:

"Haruhi! I'm glad you're home!" I grabbed my daughter and squeezed. She thinks I don't know she hates it, but I do. I just can't help myself.

"Get changed and finish packing. Our train leaves at six."

She pulled back and looked at me. She wants to tell me something but doesn't know how. I can tell when her eyes narrow slightly and that cute pout starts.

"What is it darling?"

"I have a surprise for you, Dad. I hope you like it."

"Surprise? For me? But it's your birthday."

She smiled and her hesitancy disappeared. "I wanted to. I've wanted to do this for you for ages."

"What is it?"

"Matsui has to drive us there. Let me get changed and we'll go."

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"Are you sure you won't tell me?"

"No, Dad. You'll just have to wait until we get there. Calm down and stop bouncing."

He's just like a little kid. There's the dealership.

"Haruhi?"

"Just wait, Dad."

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We pulled up to a car dealership, and someone was there to meet us.

"Welcome, Fujioka-san. I'm Wada. Pleased to meet you."

Why am I here? I bowed and replied in kind.

"Is it ready?" Haruhi asked him.

He turned and pointed at a brand-new red car. "There it is."

"Dad, I bought you a car!"

"What?" I think I'm going to faint. The canned music of the dealership went fuzzy and black spots danced in my eyes. I took a couple deep breaths and came back to normal.

"My darling daughter bought me a car!" I scooped her up and spun her around while she squealed. I don't hear that sound enough.

Then the situation started to sink in. My daughter bought a car. She spent her money on a car. Her money. On me. It's supposed to be the other way around.

"Honey, it's too much. I can't accept," I said as I set her down. "Just knowing you would do this for me is enough."

She hit me with her smile, but it had a slight smirk, like she knew I was going to say that. "Too late. It's bought and paid for. Contracts signed." She pushed me towards the car and laughed, "It's all yours."

"Are you sure?"

"Dad, you deserve it. More than anyone I know. Please, enjoy it. That's what I want most for my birthday."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I can't believe this. I'm so happy I could scream!"

Wada spoke up then, "Instead of screaming, Fujioka-san, how about driving it home?" He tossed me the keys.

"Haruhi!" I yelled. "We can drive this weekend! We don't have to take the train!"

"I know, Dad. That's why I gave it to you today."

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Dad's so happy. I knew he'd make a fuss about it being too much. I bought it without him knowing just for that reason.

He ran up to it and jumped in the driver's seat. "Let's GO!"

Mitsui and I already worked out a plan. I'll ride home with Dad, and he'll follow us.

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"Is your seatbelt buckled?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Dad. Drive!"

And I was off. Driving my new car. I kept reminding myself that I needed to slow down. Can't get a speeding ticket just after driving it off the lot.

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xXx

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Packing and Leaving for the weekend:

"Let's go!" Jarou called.

"Haruhi! Do you have everything?"

She came down the steps carrying an overnight bag and her school bag. "Yes, Dad. We can go."

"Are you going to do homework? On your birthday weekend?"

"No. Petto Chinmi work. I just have to review a couple things."

We packed the trunk and piled into the car. I'm driving, and Haruhi insisted Jarou sit in the front with me. More leg room and she wanted to doze. Matsui was in the back with her.

I wanted to leave earlier, but with the car, eating dinner, and packing, we didn't get on the road until after seven. It's already dark. Winter days are so short.

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We had to drive through Tokyo, and Friday traffic was terrible. It was close to nine before we were on the other side.

Ranka-kun and I'd been talking about Mori-kun's new nightclub's design. It's going to be amazing. I loved the idea for the name.

CRASH!

I whipped my head to the left. A car just sideswiped us. It was weaving around and hit us again.

The guard rail snapped, and we tumbled down the ravine.

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xXx

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Author's Note:

Haruhi's out of shape. Thought it was time they teach her something about living.

Fourth shooting…

What are Yuuichi's 'activities'? Might be a while before you find that out.

Ranka got his car…

Horrible cliffhanger. I'm not sorry.

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Next Chapter:

What happened? Who's hurt?

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