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Date Posted: 12/7/2019
Trigger Warnings: Language and some Smooching
The Next Phase - Chapter 14: Welcome Home
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Thursday, February 10:
Morning, Haruhi's Patient Room:
I can go to the bathroom by myself. What a low bar.
I tried to walk last night but needed too much help. This morning was what the doctor was hoping for. No more catheter, no more diaper. I just have to ask for help.
"Haruhi-sama, if you'll eat and drink more, we can take the IVs out," he said as I came back into the room.
I'm not hungry, but I really want the stupid things gone. They hurt, and I can't do anything.
"May I have tea and broth?"
"Of course. I'll send a nurse in with those right away."
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After Haruhi-chan was back in bed, Akira came back into the room. He gave me a gentle kiss on the temple and asked, "How are you feeling, Haruhi-chan?"
"Much better now that I can get up and move, even if it's only a few steps," she said with a half-smile. Her face is starting to show more expressions.
"Good. Even small improvements are improvements."
He picked up his briefcase and said, "I'll leave you in my wife's capable hands. I have to go."
"Thank you, Morinozuka-sama."
He gave me a kiss on the way out and softly said, "I'll bring your condolences."
Akira and I will have to discuss names. She can't call us both 'Morinozuka-sama' while being part of our household. We want to treat her as part of the family. We will never ask her to call us mother and father, whether we adopt her or not. She had loving, caring parents who mean the world to her.
Perhaps 'Akira-san' and 'Umeko-san'. That's appropriate for her new place in our lives and ours in hers.
"Condolences for what, Morinozuka-sama?"
She wasn't supposed to hear that.
I turned and gently told her, "Matsui's funeral is today."
The poor girl. Her eyes teared up and her bottom lip quivered. "Today? I should be there. I'm the reason he's having a funeral."
She's breaking my heart. "Sweetheart," I said as I took her hand, "what happened was not your fault. Not at all. Matsui was doing his job. He wanted to be there for you, to protect you. He knew the risks and still demanded to be on your protection team. He enjoyed guarding you."
Her face took on a slight pink shade. First time I'd seen color in her face since she'd been here.
"I still should be there."
"His family and the Haninozuka's understand why you are not. Our families share a remembrance shrine for our fallen security officers. You can pay your respects when you're able to leave the hospital."
"His family? I hadn't even thought of that." Her blush increased.
"His parents and younger sister will be there. His father is a security guard for the Haninozuka's as well. They understand the risks and are proud of their son for dying while performing his duty."
I watched her mull on this while staring out the window at Tokyo Bay. She seems to like water.
"What about my father's funeral?" she finally asked after being silent for a long time.
"We've made some tentative plans for your approval or adjustment. We want you to give him the funeral he would want."
Aoi and I had discussed funerals. I know they have a shrine to her mother in their house, but I'm uncertain how deep their practice of Buddhism is.
"When?"
"We've reserved a temple for Sunday. The reservation can be cancelled easily, and we can move it to a different day if you wish."
"Sunday will depend on my health."
"Yes. Your doctor's opinion is that you'll be able to go on Sunday if you are in a wheelchair."
"Wheelchair?"
"Haruhi-chan, you have a twisted ankle, cracked ribs, and a broken arm. As we've seen from your trips to the restroom, you can barely put weight on your foot. You will not be able to use crutches, so you'll need a wheelchair."
The frown on her face said it all. I know she hates to be dependent on anything, but she has no choice in this.
"Alright."
"I wasn't sure how traditional Ranka-san was, so the details haven't been planned."
There's that half-smile again. "My father may have been raised a Buddhist, but he was anything but traditional. He wanted something resembling a western funeral with the service and burial the same day, and a party after."
"Would he want the temple?"
"Yes, but a shortened version without the strict ceremony." She was speaking through tears now.
"Haruhi-chan, we don't have to talk about this right now."
"No. It needs to be done, and I prefer doing it with just you." Her comment warmed my heart. That she would give me such an honor and responsibility so quickly, was an indication of her trust.
"And the burial?"
"Where Mom is. There's room. They wanted it that way."
"Alright. What did you mean by party?"
"Dad hated the mourning process. He hated the way it was dragged out, and all the ceremony. He would have wanted us to get on with our lives and live for him as soon as possible.
"He made a comment once that no one was to wear black or any traditional mourning clothes to his funeral. He wanted vibrant colors to celebrate the way he lived. That's what he wanted, a party to celebrate his life not mourn his death."
"An interesting idea that will be simple to accommodate." I paused as I caught up with my notes. "Where should the party be held?"
She paused, and a slight smile appeared on her face. "He'd want it at the bar, but we probably can't do that."
Oh, darling we'd do anything to help you get through this. "That shouldn't be a problem. Takashi owns the bar and can close it for the day. The furniture can be arranged more appropriately, and the food catered."
She squeezed my hand, "Thank you. Thank you very much."
"Who needs to be informed?" It didn't seem appropriate to say 'invited'.
"All the people from the bar, and his regulars. Someone there will know who they are. The host club and their parents if appropriate. There's one person out of town that needs to know, though I'm not sure she could make the trip. Dad had an address book on his desk. Hello Kitty with plastic gems on the front. If I could see that, we wouldn't miss anyone."
"I'll have Eiji pick it up and bring it here." I sent a quick text.
"Do you know who we should inform for Jarou-san and what type of funeral?"
"He didn't have any family. They disowned him when he came out. His friends are the same as my dad's."
The beeping monitors filled the silence as we pondered the situation. I broke it. "I apologize, Haruhi-chan, but we went to your apartment Tuesday night to look for your father's and Jarou-san's wills. Your father's is in a sealed envelope, and Jarou-san's was in his papers."
"Did you read them?"
"No."
Through tears she said, "I'm sorry, but I can't face that right now."
"Oh, sweetheart, no one is asking you to. Can I suggest that one of our lawyers reads them to determine if anything is said about their funerals?"
"Yes, that's fine." I sent Eiji another text about the wills.
The tears continued for a few minutes before she fell asleep.
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Ouran Dining Hall:
"When can we visit again, Chika? I didn't get enough time with her?"
"Takashi explained last night that it would be a couple of days. She needs to rest and heal. Her health is everyone's top priority."
"She'll heal faster with her friends around her."
"No, she won't, Tamaki-senpai. Short visits, like last night, are fine if not every day. She needs rest more than anything."
"Fine."
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Haruhi's Patient Room:
"Thank you for helping me," Haruhi-chan said to the nurse on her way back from the restroom. "The boot for my ankle makes walking so much easier."
"I'm glad to help. The boot will provide support and allow you to put some weight on your foot but doing too much can make your ankle worse. The boot is for when you have no choice but to put weight on your foot."
"I'll be careful."
Takashi and Mitsukuni came in after she was back in bed.
"How are you feeling Haru-chan?"
"Better. The medicine has worn off, and I'm not as foggy, plus I've been out of bed three times today."
"That's great. We need to celebrate. What do you want for a snack?"
"I'm not hungry."
I spoke up before the boys could. "Remember what the doctor said. If you eat and drink more, the IVs can come out. You can't leave the hospital with them."
She thought for a few minutes, trying to decide how stubborn to be. "Alright. Surprise me, Honey-senpai. Just nothing spicy or too sweet. My stomach can't handle that yet."
He came back with noodles and vegetables in a very light sauce and tea service for the four of us. The tea came with lots of cake.
She ate half and drank two cups of tea while we talked about random things.
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I walked into Haruhi-sama's room, interrupting their tea. "I'm glad you're here, Morinozuka-sama, Takashi-sama, Mitsukuni-sama." I addressed Haruhi-sama, "Now that you're able to walk a little and you're eating and drinking, we can discuss kicking you out of the hospital."
Surprise was clear in all their faces. "I'm sure it feels too soon, but the sooner we can discharge patients and get them home, the faster they get better. You'll need to have a patient bed that will drop down far enough for you to get in and out – like this one. I also insist on a full-time nurse to aid with bathing, dressing, among other things, and to monitor your overall health."
"That can be arranged, Doctor. We'll have the bed delivered tonight and, if you can recommend nurses, we'll hire them as well."
"Morinozuka-sama, I don't want to be a bother."
"Sweetheart, you will never be a bother. Never even once. We're taking care of you now because we want to. You don't have to worry."
"Thank you."
"You'll also need a wheelchair like the one we've been using here. The hospital can loan you one. It will only be for a week or so until that ankle heals. It will also remind you to not overdo. Those ribs need to be rested as much as possible." I turned to Morinozuka-sama, "Is her room on the first floor?"
"No, it's in the wing with the other family members' bedrooms. There is an elevator that will accommodate the wheelchair."
"Perfect. I'm hoping to send you home tomorrow afternoon. I want to rerun some tests tomorrow, and if things go well, you'll be on your way. I'll go over all your home care needs tomorrow when your nurses will be there."
"Thank you, Doctor. I'll have the nurses here."
"Wonderful. Good night, Haruhi-senpai. Hope I don't see you again after tomorrow."
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"Haruhi-chan, we should talk about your new home. Like I told the doctor, I've picked out a bedroom for you in the family wing. I hadn't put a bed in yet, anticipating you needing the medical bed. Do you have a preference in decoration? Color? Furniture type?"
This is overwhelming. I can't make these decisions now. I'll do my best and leave some for later.
"I'll need a dresser, desk and chair, and lots of bookcases. Other than that, I'm not sure."
She's frustrated, but what else does she need to know?
"What about color and artwork for the walls?"
I sighed, "I'm sorry, Morinozuka-sama, I just don't know. Can you leave everything neutral for me to decide later?"
"Of course. I should have realized I'm overwhelming you."
"If possible, I'd like my mother's shrine brought over and the picture of my dad on the bookcase. The one in flamboyant drag. He loved that picture."
"They will be there waiting for you."
"Thank you. I'm very tired." I can feel my eyes drooping.
"You settle down for a nap, and I'll be here when you wake up."
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Ouran Chairman Office:
"Thank you for meeting with me, Suoh-san."
"My pleasure, Morinozuka-san. I assume this is about Haruhi-chan?"
"Yes. Now that my wife and I are her guardians, certain things here need to be changed."
I studied Akira as he spoke. It's horrible what happened to Haruhi-chan, but the Morinozuka's will be good for her.
"Yes. The school will need new paperwork with your signatures, including all permission forms on file. My secretary will provide those for you."
"Thank you. We'll also be arranging payment for her tuition and lunch account. Now that we're her guardians, I assume her scholarship is no longer valid, as she now has the means to pay for her tuition."
"Correct."
"Also, I understand that the student body has been told she was in an accident and will be fine. We can also tell them about her father and new guardianship before the rumors catch fire."
"I'll make an announcement tomorrow."
"The doctor is unable to determine when she can come back to classes. If she's well enough to study at home, can her teachers provide her missed lessons?"
"Of course. I'll have them start preparing them."
"Thank you. Is there anything else?"
"Our clinic will need an overview of her medical records for the files, as well as a list of any medication she might still be on when she comes back."
"I'll have the hospital administration provide that. She'll be coming back in a wheelchair and with a bodyguard. We are uncertain if it was really an accident and want her protected. Please keep that information to yourself."
"That will be accommodated. I don't think there is anything else we need."
"Then I'll let you get back to your busy day. Thank you, Suoh-san."
We stood and shook hands. "Glad to be of help, Morinozuka-san. Please let us know if there is anything else the school can do for Haruhi-chan."
"We will."
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Lounge outside Haruhi's Patient Room:
"The funeral will be on Sunday." I went on to tell the four boys about the details.
We didn't want to disturb Haruhi-chan with the discussion, so we're in the lounge with the door open so we can see her.
"I will arrange the gathering at the bar, Mother. I'll use the caterer the Host Club uses."
"Thank you, Takashi."
"Auntie, you've spent so much time here, you need a break. Chika-chan and I will stay tonight."
"Don't you think you should ask me first, Alien?"
"You don't want to?"
"I didn't say that. Just don't surprise me."
"Thank you Mitsukuni, Yasuchika. I appreciate it. Why don't you two go home and get what you need for tonight and tomorrow and come back."
"Will do!" Mitsukuni scampered out the door, followed by a much more reserved Chika.
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Hitachiin Estate:
"But I like this one!"
"Hika, red isn't the best for her. I know she looks good in it, but not while she's so pale and weak. It will just emphasize her condition. A soft blue maybe?"
"No, that's not right either."
I'd been listening to my boys from outside the design room. They're sweet to do this for her, but I could hear the underlying pain in their voices. By focusing on Haruhi-chan's situation, it's easy to forget how something like this affects those around her.
My boys have never lost anyone close to them. Until recently, they've never really had anyone close to them but themselves. They both knew and liked Ranka-san, and don't have a clue how to help Haruhi-chan with her loss.
I walked in to see which robes they were considering.
"How about a pattern?" I suggested.
"Mom. I didn't see you there," Kaoru said. I'll always be grateful to Haruhi for teaching me how to tell them apart.
"May I help?"
"Sure. We can't decide on a color."
"Let's see what we've got here," I mumbled as I went through the rack, pulled out suggestions.
"Keep in mind, she'll be in a wheelchair for a while. It has to be something easy to get in and out of."
"Wheelchair?" Hikaru asked.
"Yes. Think about it. Her broken arm and cracked ribs will keep her from using crutches for her ankle. Plus, her ribs will need to rest, and a wheelchair will help with that."
"How'd you know that?"
"I've spoken with Umeko-san. I asked if there is anything we can do. She's not sure yet but will let us know."
"Wheelchair…all of these robes require you be standing to put them on."
"Boys, I'll make a suggestion. Google clothing made for wheelchair users. You might be surprised."
"Thanks, Mom."
"I'll leave you to it."
I'm curious to see what they come up with. One of my seamstresses' sisters is in a wheelchair and she's told me about some of the challenges she faces.
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Haruhi's Patient Room:
"I'm really not hungry."
"Haru-chan, you want to leave tomorrow, don't you?"
Did I? I'll never go home again. I'll move into a strange place and not be comfortable. I won't know my way around, or be able to cook my own food, or be around anything familiar. Right now, the most familiar place is this room.
"Haru-chan?" Honey-senpai called my name. I guess I spaced out.
"Can we have something simple?"
"Sure. Sushi?"
"That's fine."
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When the sushi and miso soup came in, she picked at it. Wincing in pain from the IVs, it was hard for her to use the spoon with the soup.
Without thinking, I took her soup and poured it into a clean coffee mug and handed it back to her.
"Thanks, Mori-senpai. That works better." And then she drank it all.
"Haruhi-chan, do you have any questions about the guardianship and what living with us will be like?"
Mother's trying to ease the fears we saw earlier. Living with us will be vastly different from living in that apartment.
"Not really."
"We want you to feel comfortable with us, and never feel like a guest. You're a member of the family now."
"Thank you, Morinozuka-sama. Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome, sweetheart. If you need anything, you only have to ask. It's your home now, too."
She thought for a few minutes, then said, "My clothes and other things at the apartment. I won't be physically able to get them."
"I hope you don't mind, but we collected them when we were at the apartment on Tuesday evening. The maids unpacked them and put them in the closet and dresser. We also brought all your school things and any business papers we could find."
"Petto Chinmi!" she gasped. "There's a dog show on Saturday. We're sponsoring it. Tanaki-san and Yoshida-san are supposed to go with me. What do I do?"
I got up and put my hand on her head. "Don't worry. I called Tanaki-san. He's going and bringing Gorou-san with him, but who is Yoshida-san?"
I watched her take a deep breath and calm down a little. "Yoshida-san is the dog breeder I've been talking to. He suggested the sponsorship and was going with me. He's been very helpful giving me ideas for the plan and expansions."
"I'll call him. Do you have his number?"
"It's in my phone." She looked around the room full of flowers and trinkets for it. "Where's my phone?"
"It was destroyed in the crash, along with anything else you had with you."
All color drained from her face. "My phone, my laptop, all the business papers I had with me, my clothes. Did anything of my dad's make it?"
"No, nothing did," I said, started to play with her hair. I'd noticed Mother and some of the others doing it and it seemed to calm her down. I was surprised when she leaned into my touch.
"Haruhi-chan, all that can be replaced. Don't worry about that."
"Friday was my birthday," she choked out. "My father's present for me was in there. I don't know what it was, and I never will."
She broke down into sobs then, and I leaned towards her and pulled her head to my chest. I can't begin to understand what she's going through.
Maybe the police can figure it out. Maybe it wasn't totally ruined. I'll call tomorrow morning.
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Suoh Mansion #2:
"I'm going to send her another bouquet of roses."
"Tamaki-kun, you've sent her three already – in two days. I'm sure the room is full by now. She doesn't need flowers to know you're thinking of her."
"But, Renge-chan…"
"No. No more flowers. Think about what the host club can do to help her at school. Switch her tutoring sessions so instead of Haruhi doing the tutoring, guests are catching her up on what she's missed."
"That's brilliant. What else?"
We talked about it until I had to go home.
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Haruhi's Patient Room:
"I'll see you early tomorrow, Haruhi-chan."
"Thank you, Morinozuka-sama. Goodnight Mori-senpai, Satoshi."
"We'll stop by before classes and then see you at home in the afternoon."
Auntie and my cousins left for the night. Chika-chan and I were taking care of Haru-chan tonight.
"You did a good job with your dinner, Haruhi-senpai. Is there anything you'd like for dessert?"
"CAKE!"
"You can have all the cake you want, Alien, but I'm sure Haruhi-senpai would like something less sweet that would be easier on her stomach."
"Chika's right, Honey-senpai. I can't eat too much sugar now. It just doesn't sound good."
"OK, Haru-chan. We can eat cake later."
"What about the strawberries Kasanoda-senpai brought? Do those sound good?"
She thought for a minute, then replied, "Actually, they do."
"Great! I'll have someone cut them up and bring them here, Haru-chan." I went out to the lounge and told the nurse waiting there. I'm so happy she's eating.
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Morinozuka Estate, Dining Room:
"We all have some things to discuss. Several things came up today that need to be addressed. First, let's catch up on what has been done. Akira?"
I told them about my visit to the Chairman and the arrangements I'd made at school.
"Haruhi will not like eating Ouran meals. She's always brought a bento."
"She still can on Tuesdays, like you did and Satoshi does. Wouldn't she rather eat the better food?"
"Her food budget for a week was 5,000 yen (~$50). She's not used to the heavy, rich foods served there. Spending that much on a lunch to her seems wasteful. It will take some time for her to accept the lunch."
"Well," I spoke up, "the account is there for her to use. The cooks can also make her a bento if she wishes."
"Thank you, Father."
"There's another thing about your discussion about Haruhi-senpai. We need to be careful about her scholarship. She worked very hard for that and is very proud of being a scholarship student. I understand why she no longer qualifies, but it will need to be discussed gently."
"I'll discuss that with her, but it doesn't have to be for a while. Her education at Ouran will not be disrupted, so she won't even notice. She doesn't need to know right away. She's gone through enough."
"Thank you, Father."
"I spoke with her today about the funerals. We're handling the arrangements, following her requests." Umeko went to discuss the details.
"A party in a bar after a funeral? Ranka-san was a strange man."
"Yes, but Haruhi-chan loved him very much, and he loved her. We are honoring him with these arrangements."
"I've contacted the bar. The staff will inform those regular customers that were close to him. The catering is taken care of. I did have a question, Mother. Do we serve alcohol?"
"I'm not sure what would be appropriate."
"How about an open bar serving beer and sake?" I suggested. "Fits seeing that the party is in a bar but keeps it simple. You'll also have tea and other non-alcoholic drinks as well, Takashi?"
"Yes, Father. The caterers are taking care of that."
"What about Jarou-san?" Satoshi asked. Good question.
"His family disowned him when he came out, and he and Ranka-san had the same friends. Haruhi-chan wishes to combine the funerals. We're waiting on our lawyer to read the wills. If there is anything about their funeral wishes, he'll tell us. The rest will be on Saturday's will reading."
Umeko turned to her list and brought out a Hello Kitty book. Is that Haruhi-chan's?
"Next is who needs to be informed. Haruhi-chan went through Ranka-san's address book and marked some people." She handed that book to Takashi. "You know the people from the bar and Haruhi-chan. Can you make sure Aoi knows who they are?"
"Yes, Mother."
"That's his circle of friends. What about hers? She asked that the Host Club and their parents be invited, but that was all. She's thinking about her father, as she should, but not thinking of those she needs to support her. Any ideas?"
"The girlfriends of the host club members should also be invited," Satoshi suggested. "They've been coming to dinner with us on Wednesday night, and met Ranka-san there."
"Hn."
Her pen flew across her notepad. It's a good thing Aoi will be doing most of the arrangements. Umeko looks tired.
"What about business associates?"
Takashi took this one. "The company needs to be informed. In leu of flowers, donations to 'Stray Dogs to Therapy Dogs'. I'll speak with Tanaki-san. He will know who is appropriate to notify about the funeral.
"Yoshida-san, the dog-breeder she's been working with should also be notified."
"Can you handle that, Takashi? Satoshi, can you inform the Host Club and let them know their parents and girlfriends are welcome."
"Hn."
"Yes, Mother."
"I know that this is a lot to handle. You, especially, Takashi, are doing the lion's share. Please know that your mother and I are thankful and proud."
"Thank you, Father," he said as he bowed his head. My always proper son.
"Next is replacing her things that were destroyed in the crash." She told us about the phone, laptop, business papers, clothes, toiletries.
"Clothes and personal items won't be a problem. I'll get the brands and send a maid out for those. What about her phone and laptop? Were they business issued?"
"No. They were her personal ones," Takashi explained. "She won't need them right away. If that could wait until Monday, it would be best."
"Akira, we need to decide what she should call us. Morinozuka-sama for both of us is ridiculous. I was thinking 'Akira-san' and 'Umeko-san' until she gets to know us better. We can revisit it then."
"That works."
"Takashi, should she call you by your given name?"
"Everything we don't have to change, shouldn't be changed. She can keep calling Mitsukuni and me 'Honey-senpai' and 'Mori-senpai'. If she wants to change to Mitsukuni and Takashi, she can later."
"Alright. Last, is there anything she likes that we should purchase for her room? I hate the idea of her coming home to a room with no decoration."
"Umeko, you said her parent's shrine will be moved there."
"Yes, it's being moved tonight, but everything else is so bland."
"She's received so many flowers at the hospital. Use those until she can think again," Satoshi suggested. "She won't care about the decorations."
"I'll have them brought home before her so they can be set up. What about food, snacks, entertainment, or anything else."
"Umeko, I know you want to have everything perfect before she arrived, but that's not going to happen. Give her time and the two of you can go shopping together to decorate the room."
I saw Takashi and Satoshi exchange a glance. "What is it, boys?"
"Haruhi hates shopping."
"Nonsense, what girl doesn't like shopping?"
"Haruhi-senpai."
"Haruhi."
"You boys don't know anything about girls. Now that she has the money, she'll love shopping."
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Ootori Corporation CEO Private Office:
"Aaaaahhhh!" My head jerked up, and I looked around.
Where am I? What's going on?
I looked around and saw my private office. I'm sitting at my desk.
Must have dozed off. What time is it? How is it already 11? Didn't I just eat dinner?
Just then, my eyes caught the picture of Haru I keep on my desk.
"FUCK!" I flung it across the room, and it shattered against the wall. Before I knew it, I'm smashing the lamp on the floor and stomping on it. Books flew into expensive art. I upended the mattress on the bed I'll never share with Haru.
It all stopped when I looked down at my hand. It was bloody from punching a hole in the drywall.
"SHIT! Damn Ranka! How could he do this to me? What do I do now?"
I have to get her back. I love her, and she will love me again. Didn't I get her the best medical treatment available? Didn't I keep her safe? Doesn't that prove we should be together?
I went to my bathroom and wrapped a wet washcloth around my hand. This better not affect my typing.
I grabbed an expensive bottle of scotch and a glass, then decided I didn't need the glass. It shattered on the floor as I sat on the black leather sofa for what seemed like forever, thinking. So many scenarios ran through my head. None of them viable.
How do I get past the Morinozuka's and get to Haru? After what they think I did, they'll never let me see her again, much less talk to her.
My phone rang, "Tachibana?"
"It's midnight, Ootori-sama. Will you continue to work at your office?"
"No, I'll be out in a minute."
The bottle was empty, and it joined the glass on the floor. FUCK!
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When he came out, I couldn't believe my eyes. His tie was off and in his pocket, he was holding his jacket, his hand was bloody, and his hair was a wreck. He stank of liquor. Never have I seen him look like this.
"Take me home."
"Shouldn't you have that hand looked at?"
"No. Take me home."
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Late Night, Haruhi's Patient Room:
"No! Daddy! No!"
I jerked awake and heard Haru-chan yelling.
"Please! Daddy!"
"Haru-chan. I'm here. You're safe," I murmured in her ear while stroking her hair.
"Daddy!"
It wasn't working so I shook her shoulder and her eyes flew open. "Daddy!"
"I'm here, Haru-chan. You're safe. You're in the hospital, remember?"
Her eyes focused on me and then streamed tears. My sweet Haru-chan.
"Honey-senpai?"
"Calm down, Haru-chan. I'm here. You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you."
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I watched as the Alien crawled into her bed and pulled her head to his chest. Good thing they took that IV out earlier. His voice – I'd never heard him use that tone before. It was adult and calming, not childish or threatening. I didn't know he had it in him.
"Shhhh. Let it out, Haru-chan. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you."
His fingers ran through her hair as she continued to sob against his chest. It was horrible to listen to, like her soul was being ripped from her body. I'd never heard such sorrow.
Mitsukuni gave me a signal for a bottle of water, and I brought it over.
"Haru-chan, take a sip. You're going to hurt your throat."
More went down her chin than in her mouth, but it calmed her. "I'm so sorry, Haru-chan. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you."
"He's gone."
The simple statement said with such grief broke my heart. How do you recover from your father violently dying on your birthday?
"I know, Haru-chan. It's horrible and not fair. Just let it all out."
He looked up at me and whispered, "Cold, wet cloth." I brought one right away, and he slowly wiped her face and left it on her forehead.
The crying continued forever, finally slowly tapering off. I got them another wet cloth, and Mitsukuni wiped her face and neck.
"I'm here, Haru-chan. You're safe here."
"Honey-senpai?"
"Yes, Haru-chan. I'm here." He kissed the top of her head and asked, "Do you think you can sleep some more?"
Her eyes grew wider in fear. "Stay with me."
"Of course, Haru-chan. I'm here for you…always. Take another sip of water and we'll go to sleep."
He looked up, nodded at me, and whispered, "Thank you." I nodded back and left for the guest room.
Took me forever to go to sleep. My brother, the Alien, showed more warmth, caring, and delicacy than I ever thought he could. I've never seen that side before.
I had a new respect for Mitsukuni as I drifted off.
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xXx
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Friday, February 11:
Ouran Home Room Classes:
"Alright, class. Quiet. I have an announcement from the Chairman.
"Last Friday, Fujioka Haruhi was in a car accident. Her injuries are not life-threatening, and she's currently recovering.
"Her father, her father's friend, and her bodyguard were killed in the crash. Over a year ago, her father arranged for the Morinozuka's to be her guardians should something happen to him.
"Fujioka-chan has asked that in leu of flowers and other gifts, donations to your favorite charity be made in her father's name, Fujioka Ranka. Cards are welcome at the Morinozuka Estate.
"It is currently unclear when she will be back to classes. When she does return, please be respectful of her privacy."
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xXx
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Haruhi's Patient Room:
"Alright, Haruhi-sama, I've reviewed all your new test results and can approve you going home under the conditions discussed yesterday. You'll need a medical bed, wheelchair, and full-time nurse coverage."
"I've arranged all that, Doctor. There's wheelchair transportation downstairs waiting and the nurses we've hired are here now."
"Wonderful. Have them come in and we'll go over the home care instructions."
I watched as my health was being described to strangers. Full-time nursing care? In a home? I feel like I'm on another planet.
"If all that is followed to the letter, and she doesn't regress, I would think Wednesday would be appropriate for her to go back to school. Of course, still in the wheelchair. She'll need help during the day as well. I recommend someone go with her."
"Thank you, Doctor."
He turned to me and said, "Haruhi-sama, it was a pleasure to treat you. If nothing goes wrong, I won't see you again. You'll be referred to an orthopedist for your arm, and the ribs, burns, and cuts should heal on their own with the nurse's care. If you keep your weight off the ankle, it should be better by next weekend. Morinozuka-sama and your nurses know how to get a hold of me if I'm needed."
He bowed and continued, "Get better. Keep eating. Don't come back."
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xXx
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Kyoya's Apartment:
I heard moaning and came out of the kitchen. Kyoya-sama sat on the sofa, holding his head. Not surprised given last night.
"Oh, my fucking head."
I handed him a bottle of water and some aspirin. He took four.
"What happened last night, Kyoya-sama?"
"Nothing."
"What happened last night, Kyoya-sama?" I pushed.
"Nothing, dammit."
"How's your hand?"
He held it up to me. The cuts were shallow and just needed a bandage. The knuckles were bruised badly. "You should have that looked at."
"Fuck off, Tachibana."
Do I need to be a bodyguard, a friend, or father figure?
I chose father figure. "No. You need to talk about this. I've never seen you so self-destructive." I paused for effect, "I assume this is about Fujioka-sama."
He finally raised his head and looked at me. Eyes were bloodshot and his skin was grayish. Must be a hell of a hangover.
"I need her back."
"That's not going to happen, and the sooner to accept that, the sooner you can get on with your life. Your companies can't run themselves."
With that, I walked out the door. I hope my words will sink in, but I don't expect them to. His father is the only person I've met that's more stubborn, and Kyoya-sama gets more like him every day.
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xXx
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Lunch, Ouran Dining Hall:
After the announcement in home room, the entire high school had been subdued. We all sat at lunch in silence. Many of her friends and designees came by and said something.
"I'm so sorry this happened. Please tell Haruhi-chan I'm thinking of her."
"Satoshi-kun, please let me know if there is anything I or my family can do."
"How horrible. I've never lost anyone close to me. She must be in so much pain."
"Please tell her I'm thinking of her and will be sending in a donation to 'Digital Citizens'."
"I'll be sending mine to suicide prevention."
"I lost my father when I was young. I've available if she wants to talk."
"Can we visit?"
"Please let me know if she needs anything."
"Are you sure she doesn't want flowers? It's strange."
We responded to everyone. She doesn't need anything right now. She's not ready for visitors. Please donate instead of flowers. And on and on.
I didn't realize Haruhi-senpai had touched so many lives.
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xXx
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Morinozuka Estate:
"Is there anything you need, Haruhi-sama?"
"Please call me Haruhi, Eimi," I asked the nurse. With her help dressing, bathing, etc., we'll get to know each other well.
"Yes, Miss Haruhi."
"Please, just Haruhi."
"Yes, Haruhi." I can tell she's nervous about that, but I don't care. I'm not a member of this family. I'm not in the aristocracy. I don't deserve that title.
The move from the hospital to this room at the estate was weird. Umeko-san (and I'll never get used to calling her that) brought some sweats that were easy to put on, but I'm sure they cost more than the rent on the apartment. Bundled in those and a blanket, I was wheeled from the hospital to a wheelchair transport. A Mercedes wheelchair transport. She said they rented it for me. At least they didn't buy it.
Of course, I'd been in their house before, but not in the back area where the elevator is. Umeko-san said the maids use it for bringing laundry and other things up and down. Now they'll be using it for me.
I'm in a nice guest room. Still have to sleep in the hospital bed, but no beeping monitors, no IVs, and lots of quiet. Too much quiet.
"Would you like something to eat, Haruhi?"
They ask me that every half an hour or so. What is their obsession with me eating?
"Some noodles?" I suggest. I feel bad if they ask, and I say no, but it's getting ridiculous. At least the portions are smaller. I don't feel so wasteful now.
She called downstairs for them. They'd told me just push 2 for the kitchens. I'll never get used to this.
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"How's she doing, Eimi?" Morinozuka-sama asked as she poked her head into Haruhi's room.
"She ate some noodles, and now she's taking a nap."
"Good, this afternoon was stressful for her."
I nodded and went back to the desk they'd set up for me. I'd taken her vitals before she went to sleep and there was nothing for me to do now. Guess I can get caught up on my reading.
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xXx
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Morinozuka Security Office:
"Report," Morinozuka-sama snapped and all heads turned to me.
His law firm had me on retainer for when they needed something investigated. I was told to look into the accident.
"I've seen the street camera footage the police have. The car that caused the accident stopped weaving as soon as it turned the corner. They haven't located it yet. I have a couple of my people working with them to find the car."
"Your opinion?" he asked.
"Same as theirs. They were run off the road on purpose, and the car has been ditched where we won't find it."
"Keep on it."
"I will. I also discovered something interesting about the second car that stopped. The one behind the witness that pulled her out of the car. The driver left the immediate vicinity as soon as the ambulance pulled up. He completely disappeared when the police showed up.
"The police ran the plates and found them registered to the Tokyo Daily newspaper. When the police investigated, the car had been checked out by someone from the 'Special Assignments' department. They don't have to provide a reason or a name. They just have to confirm they are still using the car at the beginning of every month."
"Can you get the reporter's name from Special Assignments?"
"They don't have to provide that information because the driver didn't do anything against the law. However, I've got one of my guys working on the secretary. His charm usually produces results."
"Thank you. Please keep us updated."
"Of course, Morinozuka-sama."
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I watched the detective leave the room, escorted by security back to his car.
There was only one thing on my mind. "Kyoya."
"Takashi?"
"Kyoya. The Tokyo Daily is the newspaper the host club owns, but Kyoya owns controlling interest. He's been having her followed for months."
My father's eyes grew cold and dangerous. "Not anymore. Ootori will never bother her again."
"No, Father, he won't."
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xXx
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Evening, Main Lounge, Morinozuka Estate:
"The same rules apply as Wednesday. Two of you at a time and for only 15-20 minutes. She's had a long day."
"Thank you, Mori-senpai. We really want to see her, and we have presents."
"We do too. Who's going first?"
"You and Renge-chan are, Tama-chan. Follow me."
Mitsukuni led them up while I stayed with the twins.
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xXx
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Haruhi's Room, Morinozuka Estate:
"How are you feeling, Haruhi?" I asked her.
"Better, Tamaki-senpai. It feels good to be out of the hospital."
"I'm glad to hear it."
Renge and I walked over and sat down next to her bed. I wasn't sure what to say next.
"Thank you both for the flowers. They brighten up the room."
"It was our pleasure, Haruhi. We'd do anything for you, you know that."
It was a small smile, barely there, but it was a smile.
"I brought my notes and your assignments from last week. Your teachers understand that you won't be getting to them soon, but I wanted you to have them. If you have any problems, let me know. I can help you with the assignments if you need it."
Renge-chan and I discussed this. I told her that Haruhi would be feeling too sad to do her work, and she said that she would want the distraction.
"Thanks. Just put them on the desk over there. I'm not sure when I'll get to them."
"I got you this," and I pulled my surprise out of the gift bag. "A stuffed Antoinette."
"That's very sweet of you, Senpai."
"Whenever I'm sad or have a problem, I hold her and talk to her. She's great for that, but I didn't think you'd want me to loan you the real one. She's a handful."
There's that small smile again. "That she is. Thank you for this. I'll keep it close."
We chatted for a few minutes longer, until Honey-senpai came in to get us.
"Good-night, Haruhi."
"Good-night, you two."
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When the twins came in with four garment bags, I almost kicked them out.
"I'm not playing dress-up with you," I snapped.
"No way, Haruhi. This is just some comfortable stuff that's easy to wear in a wheelchair," Hikaru said.
I arched my eyebrow at them. What have they done now?
Kaoru explained, "We did some research and there are a ton of ideas out there for clothes made specifically for wheelchair users. Things that come on from the front and button in the back, easy to remove pants, and coats that cover the entire chair, and those are just a few ideas."
"I'm not going to be in this thing that long." I better not be. It's ridiculous.
"Yeah, but while you are, wouldn't you like some clothes that are easy to wear?" Hikaru asked. "Just look at them first. OK?"
"OK." I really don't have a choice with these two, do I?
He pulled out a fuzzy blue robe with a flower pattern. It looked really warm and toasty. "This goes on from the front and zips up the back. Easy for you to get in and out of, and comfortable enough to even wear in bed."
He handed it to me so I could feel it. "Want me to help you put it on?"
I've been shivering and shaking all day, but I'm not sure if it's from the temperature.
"I guess."
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Hika helped her to sit up on the bed and put on the robe. Once her arms were in, she stood up with her hand on his shoulder, and I zipped it up and helped her sit back down.
We'd made the arms big so the cast can come through.
"This is warm, and I like how soft it is."
One down.
I pulled out the next batch. "These are just some lounge shirts that have Velcro on the left sleeve, so you can put your arm through the hole, then seal it shut and not worry about the cast. And pants that have elastic waistbands. Easy on and off. There are also some night clothes in here."
"Thanks. This cast is making me crazy."
"You'll be in it for a while. This next bag has new uniforms with the sleeves of the shirt and jacket opening and closing the same way. We also modified the pants to have an elastic waistband. Should be more comfortable."
"What's in the last one?"
She's going to hate this. We decided I would show her because I can be gentler than Hika.
"It's your dress and coat for the funeral."
Shit. Her eyes welled up with tears, but she needs this.
"As you can see, the dress is royal blue with gold edging. Standing, it will come down just past your knees. You can adjust it while you're in the chair. I've included thigh-high leggings to match. They'll keep your legs warm and be easier to take on and off. The right one has a cutout for that boot.
"There's also a matching coat. It will be cold outside, so this is wool, lined with an insulation layer. It's made to cover you and the entire chair, kinda like a tent, but stylish.
"The sleeves of both the dress and coat are done for your cast."
A couple tears ran down her cheeks and she sniffed, "I don't know what to say. It's so nice of you."
Hika tried to lighten up the moment. "Hey, you don't have to say anything, just tell anyone that asks that we designed them."
That got us another small smile. "Thanks, guys."
"You're welcome."
"Anytime."
We gave her a kiss on the cheek and left the room. She looks so tired.
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xXx
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Night, Outside Haruhi's Room:
"Morinozuka-sama," Eimi-san said, bowing.
"She's asleep?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"How is she feeling?"
"She's gaining strength. I changed all her bandages, applied more burn cream, and gave her a sponge bath. Getting clean like that always makes them feel better."
"The doctor warned us about headaches and dizzy spells from the concussion. Any sign of those?"
"She had a mild headache which aspirin took care of. No dizziness."
"Good. When does the night nurse get here?"
"Nine. Just a few more minutes."
"Alright. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Ma'am."
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xXx
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Saturday, February 12:
Haruhi's Bedroom:
"Brought you some noodles, glutton," Ritsu said as he walked in the room. He and Shinobu-san came today instead of last night so I wouldn't get too tired.
"Thanks, Ritsu."
"Here," he put the box and chopsticks on the table in front of me, "eat them while their hot."
I started eating. These are the only things that have tasted good in days.
"I wasn't sure what you'd want, but Ritsu-kun suggested a plant. Flowers die, but the plant will be around for a while unless you don't water it."
"That's sweet, Shinobu-san."
"I'll put it on the windowsill here, so it gets the light."
Definitely Ritsu's suggestion, but I like the idea. Something that won't be gone in a few days.
"Haruhi, we wanted to let you know we're here if you want to talk," Ritsu said as he put his hand on my shoulder. "Shinobu-chan and I have both lost close family. I lost my mother when I was young, and she lost her brother when she was eight."
"I'm so sorry, Shinobu-san. I didn't know."
"It's not something I talk about. He was shot and killed. That's why I'm the heir now." She brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Please know that you aren't alone. You can call and talk to either of us any time. We'll always answer, and you can talk about anything, or what's going on in your head, or even just cry on the phone. Anything you need."
Ritsu handed me the handkerchief on the bedside table once my tears started flowing. "Thanks. I don't even know what I'm doing or feeling. Everything feels like a dream or a bad play," I managed to choke out.
Ritsu pulled my head to his chest and let me cry.
My dad's gone. My dad's gone, and I'm all alone. What do I even do now? I'm an orphan. I feel so lost, like I'm drowning.
"Haruhi, no matter how bad it gets, you've got at least a dozen great friends that would do anything for you. Please let us help you."
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Haruhi-san cried on Asshole's shoulder for a good twenty minutes. Letting out all that grief is good for her. Mom held me like that when I was going through this.
Finally, the sobs tapered off, and she pulled away and sniffed, "I'm sorry, Ritsu. I got your shirt all wet."
"It gets tossed in the wash. No big deal, but your noodles are cold."
She snorted and said, "There's a microwave in the closet. Can you believe that? It's here until I can move around on my own."
"I'll warm them up."
While he was in the closet, I took his chair. "I mean it, Haruhi-san. Anything you need, you call. I don't care what time it is. This is something I want to do. I want to be there for you."
"Thank you. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome. Remember the offer."
I heard the microwave beep and then, "Hey, there's a hot plate and a mini-fridge in here." Ritsu-kun came back in with the noodles and we talked about stupid stuff while she ate.
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xXx
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After lunch, Morinozuka Library:
I wheeled Haruhi into our library for the will readings. She's so small and fragile. I will protect her from everything now that she's part of the family.
"Takashi, if you could bring Haruhi-chan to this table."
"Hn," I responded and pushed her into place.
Our lawyer took over. "We are here to read the last will and testament of Fujioka Ryouji and Abe Jarou. Those present, Akira-sama, Umeko-sama, Takashi-sama, and Haruhi-sama, are here because they are all mentioned in the wills."
"I'll start with Abe Jarou. His will leaves everything to Fujioka Ryouji, or if he passes, to Fujioka Haruhi."
"What?" Her head popped up as she said, "To me? Why?"
"The will doesn't specify why. Did he have family?"
"They disowned him when he came out."
"I see." He paused for a few minutes to let it all sink in. "Akira-sama has asked me to do an inventory of his assets. Once that is done, we'll know how to proceed."
"Thank you," she mumbled, looking down at her hands again.
"Moving on to Fujioka Ryouji. His will designates the Morinozuka's as Fujioka Haruhi's guardians and leaves everything to his daughter."
That's simple. When you don't have much, it's easier to leave things to people. I'm only the heir, and my will is forty pages long.
"Ryouji-san also left three letters to be delivered upon his death. One for the Morinozuka's, one for Takashi-sama, and one of Haruhi-sama."
He handed them out and Haruhi asked, "Do we have to read them now?"
"No. They aren't mentioned in the will. You can read it anytime that's right for you."
She put the envelope in her lap and sighed.
"I'll also be doing an accounting of Ryouji-san's assets."
"I don't understand," she said quietly as she raised her head. "All they had was the stuff in the apartment. Clothes, furniture, and stuff."
In a gentle voice he explained, "I'm not inventorying the things in the apartment. I'll be reviewing the papers looking for bank account information and other legal documents. Once I know the assets they had outside the home, I'll submit a report."
"Oh."
"If that's all, I'll let you discuss this among yourselves," he said and left.
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"Haruhi-chan?"
Umeko-san's voice was muffled, like she was talking through water. Jarou-san left everything to me, and so did dad. I expected dad to, but Jarou-san never even liked me.
I'll have to go through everything in the apartment. February rent is paid, but I don't know if I can face everything so soon. Plus, it's not like I can pack any boxes right now. I'll have to come up with March's rent.
"Haruhi-chan?"
Other than their bank accounts, what could either of them possibly have as outside assets? That doesn't make sense, but I'm grateful the lawyer is going to handle it. I have no idea how to even start.
"Haruhi-chan?"
The car accident needs to be reported to the insurance company.
"Haruhi-chan?" I felt my shoulder being lightly grabbed and shook.
"I'm sorry, Umeko-san."
"It's OK. You have a lot on your mind now. Why don't you tell us what you were thinking, and we'll work it out together."
I told them, and they had a solution for everything. Mori-senpai was going to hold the apartment as long as I needed, rent-free. I argued, but he wouldn't change his mind. I could go over and look through it, or they could pack up everything and store it on the estate until I can face it. I told them the fridge needed to be cleaned out before it got too disgusting. They said they'd send a maid over.
The accident had already been reported, and the adjuster had seen the car. He'd be contacting us next week.
By this time, I was drifting off in the chair. I get tired so easily. Mori-senpai took me back to the bedroom.
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xXx
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Dog Show in Yokohama:
"Our logo looks good up there, Tanaki-san."
He brought me along for marketing experience. I hadn't seen Fujioka-sama much, but I was horrified when I heard what happened to her and her father. "I wish she was here."
"Me too. We'll show her the pictures to give her an idea of how the show was."
"What about the funeral tomorrow," I asked.
"My wife and I are going. I think you and your son should too."
"I agree. I never met her father, did you?"
"No, but he raised a wonderful young woman."
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Mori's Bedroom:
Ranka-san wrote me a letter to read after his death. I need to know what's in here.
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Takashi-kun,
If you're reading this, I've died, and Haruhi is now under your parent's guardianship.
I'm trusting you and your family with Haruhi, and I know you won't let me down. You've protected and cared for her since you met her. Thank you for that. I never worried about her when she was with you.
Out of all the boys she knows, I know the two of you were made for each other. Please keep her happy. Don't let her wallow in her grief and forget to live.
Take care of my little girl. She's the best thing I ever did.
Ranka
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I will, Ranka-san. She means the world to me, and I'll always be by her side protecting her.
I love her.
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xXx
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Kasanoda SUV:
For lunch we tried this commoner sushi place with a fucking conveyor belt. The chefs were in the middle, making sushi. They'd put the finished ones on the belt, and it would go around in a big oval. People would take what they wanted as it went by. When you were done, they added up your check by the number and color of the plates you had.
Ritsu-kun wanted to try it as a possible place to bring Haruhi-san once she's out of the wheelchair.
Now we were just driving around, talking, and other stuff.
"Fuck…You're driving me crazy…"
And he was with that tongue of his, and those lips. He's nibbling on my neck, shooting electricity down my spine. His hands had come around and grabbed my ass. Then he lifted me up and sat me on his lap, straddling him.
"You're so hot…" he moaned, continuing to work his way up to my ear.
I couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck, Ritsu!" I grabbed his hair and yanked his face up to mine. Smashing my lips on his, I growled and fought his tongue.
"MMMmmmm," he groaned as his fingers dug into my ass and pulled me closer.
His hair was perfect for grabbing, and I had fists full of it.
"You need to tell me when to stop," he mumbled when we broke to breathe. "Do you really want to do this in the back seat of a car?"
"Yes," I almost yelled, pulling his lips back to mine. I was out of my mind, panting and squirming.
He pulled me even closer and rubbed against me. His hands came up the back of my shirt and tried to unhook my bra.
That's it. My mind cleared.
"Ritsu, stop," I begged as I pulled away. "You're right. This is too fast, and the back of a car has never been a fantasy of mine." Don't know about him, but it will be my first time. I don't want it to be in a fucking car.
I scooted back on his lap to his knees, and his head landed on my shoulder. "Fuck. We can't keep doing this."
"What are you saying?"
"We need a hard limit," he panted. "A line we won't cross. Something that we don't even ask, it's the limit and that's it."
"No. What we need now is something else that makes us feel alive after seeing what Haruhi-san's going through. We can't keep doing this, no matter how much we both are into it."
"What can we do?"
"Shit, I don't know. Think of something, Asshole."
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xXx
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Morinozuka Akira's Home Office:
"We should read his letter. It may have more information or another request."
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Akira-sama, Umeko-sama,
If you're reading this, I've died and Haruhi is under your guardianship.
When we made this agreement, I never expected it to be needed, but here we are.
I cannot thank you enough for bringing my daughter into your home. Knowing she's safe and taken care of eases my mind.
Please take care of my baby. She won't tell you when she needs help, or when she's overwhelmed. Hopefully, Takashi and Satoshi know her well enough to recognize the signs.
You have my undying gratitude for this responsibility you've taken on.
Keep her safe.
Ranka
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Umeko's in tears, and there's a lump in my throat. It must have been almost impossible to write this letter. The idea of handing your child off to others to raise.
He'll never regret honoring us with this responsibility.
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xXx
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Kasanoda Shooting Range:
"We need pictures to shoot at."
"Like who?"
"What about that dickhead, Kyoya-senpai?"
"I can get behind that."
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xXx
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Haruhi's Bedroom:
My Dearest Haruhi:
I'm with your mother now, and we're both watching out for you. We are so proud.
I'm sure you're shocked about the Morinozuka guardianship. I wanted you safe and taken care of. They are wonderful people, as you know. You'll do well there.
Please don't be sad. Remember you must live your life, not mourn mine. Try to ask for help when you need it. Let Takashi-kun protect and help you. He's a good man.
Know that your mother and I love you more than life itself. We'll always be with you, and you can talk to us anytime. We're both looking forward to you becoming the best lawyer around, just like your mom.
We love you, Honey, forever. Have a great life. We'll be cheering you on.
Love,
Daddy
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I put the letter under my pillow and asked the Eimi to bring my parents' pictures over. I held them to my chest as I fell asleep.
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xXx
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Author's Note:
Yes, I put in about the catheter and diaper. It's what she'd be wearing after being out for days. Trying to add little realism.
Writing about the funeral planning was harder than I thought it'd be. I added the part about she's only inviting his friends, not hers. That kinda happened at my mom's funeral. Dad was so worried about inviting her friends, that he forgot some of his own. Glad I caught it.
I did some research on clothes specially made for wheelchairs and wanted the twins to be confronted with that. As elite fashion designers, I'm sure it had never crossed their minds. Not sure if it will spark another clothing line – what's your opinion?
Had to write another scene of Kyoya having a fit. Will he accept it? Will he try some crazy plan? What do you think he'll do? Remember, over half the club still doesn't know what he did, including Haruhi.
Chika's learning a lot about his big brother the alien. Dad and I call this 'warm Honey', as opposed to 'black Honey', or the childish Honey.
Thought the microwave, fridge, and hot plate would be something those rich bastards would have since she's not coming down for meals yet.
The conveyor belt sushi is real – Wikipedia has some pictures.
The letters were hard to write, even though they look simple. Hopefully I hit the mark.
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Next Chapter:
The funeral, internment, and party. Along with a big surprise – yes, another one.
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