Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews, favs, and follows, and welcome to the new readers! Hope this doesn't disappoint. I think this was the hardest chapter so far. Sometimes you may not be able to figure out the POV. That's on purpose.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
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Date Posted: 12/14/2019
Trigger Warnings: Language and some violence.
The Next Phase - Chapter 15: Saying Goodbye
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Late Morning, Sunday, February 13:
Morinozuka Estate:
"Please eat."
"Let me talk to her," I said to the nurse.
"Haruhi-senpai?" I watched her staring out the window at nothing. It could have been a blank wall for the amount of attention she was giving it.
"Haruhi-senpai?" I touched her right shoulder, and she jerked like she didn't know anyone was in the room.
"Yasuchika?"
"Haruhi-senpai, please eat something."
"I'm not hungry."
Stubborn Senpai. "Maybe not, but would your father want you passing out from hunger at his funeral."
I held back a smile as anger flashed across her face. Just the reaction I wanted.
She took a deep breath and held out her hand for the mug of soup.
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Chika came out with an empty mug and plate.
"How'd you get her to eat?"
He shrugged, "Made her mad." Then he carried the dirty dishes back to the kitchen.
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Morinozuka Main Lounge:
"How's she doing, Mother?" Takashi asked.
"Yasuchika got her to eat, and Mitsukuni is up there now talking to her. She's not answering, but he doesn't need her to."
"Everything is ready at the bar. One of the newest staff members is there supervising the caterers and decorators so the rest can come to the ceremony."
"Good. Aoi spoke with the temple and it's ready as well. It was a good idea to hold the funeral at the cemetery temple. Haruhi-chan won't have to go through an additional car ride."
"Hn."
"All of our attention will be on getting her through today. I'm relying on you and Satoshi to greet the guests you know."
"We will."
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Restaurant Across Town:
"Only twenty minutes to open. Is everyone ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
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Funeral During the Ceremony:
Haruhi-chan isn't paying attention to the ceremony. She's staring at her lap and crying, the poor girl. Akira, the boys, and I are sitting in the front row with her. I just couldn't let her sit up here by herself, and we're her family now. She needs comfort more than anything. I know I'm not her mother, but she could use the reassurance of a mother-type.
"Haruhi-chan, I'm here if you need me," I whispered as I handed her a handkerchief.
My arm went around her shoulders, and she leaned on me.
Is this harder for her than her mother's death? She was so young; did she know what was happening? When her mother passed, she had her father to lean on, to support her, to raise her. Now, she doesn't have any family left. We can try to fill the roles, but we'll never be her family.
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She's crying on Umeko's shoulder. When Ranka-san asked us to be her guardians, we agreed, hoping we'd never need to. Here we are, and she's so fragile, so different from the boys, so unknown to us, especially to me.
I'll do everything I can to protect her and provide her with all the advantages, but she'll never see me as a father figure, nor should she. I hope we can become close enough for her to see me as an honorary uncle.
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Mom's holding Haruhi-senpai, and the priest isn't saying anything interesting. I didn't think I'd be bored at a funeral.
The host club, their parents, and the girlfriends all came, except Kyoya-senpai. I didn't invite him. No way after what he did. He better hope I never see him again.
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Haruhi looks like a lost child. I guess that's what she is now. Emotionally lost, but not physically. My parents, Satoshi, and I will give her the stability she needs. She never had it with Ranka-san.
I'll be her rock to hold on to through all this. Her protector when she needs one.
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I've never been to a funeral before. Would Grandmother let me go to France for my mother's if she passed away? Probably not.
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I lost Mom when I was little, and Pops took it hard. He didn't really know how to comfort a kid, so we both kinda checked-out for a while. Fortunately, the wife of one of his advisors took over the household. She made sure we were fed, that I was clean and dressed, that I went to school (even if I don't remember going), and that we both had each other when we came out of it.
But Haruhi's an orphan. She doesn't have either her mom or her dad.
It's a fucking good thing Ranka-san did that guardianship thing. Without it, I'm sure Kyoya-senpai would have tried something. Who knows, she might be married to him by now.
Shinobu grabbed my hand and squeezed. "Settle down. Why are you angry?"
"It's nothing."
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If Hika and I lost our dad, it would be sad, but not horrible. I can't even imagine losing my twin. Does that compare to losing both your parents? No mom, dad, or brother.
Haruhi's a wreck. She's lost weight and her hair is dull and limp. She never cared about makeup or fashion, but she was always clean and well-fed. She's turning into someone I don't know.
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How the fuck can Kaoru be so calm. Our Haruhi, our toy, is sitting up there crying at her father's funeral, and the Morinozuka's are comforting her.
We should have been named her guardians. She's our triplet. She's family to us.
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Chika-chan managed to get Haru-chan to eat breakfast this morning. I couldn't believe it. He said he got her mad.
Poor Haru-chan. Uncle and Auntie will help her build a home with them. She'll be better soon. I won't let her not be.
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The way the Alien comforted Haruhi-senpai was unreal. He was just what she needed when she needed it. I hope I can be there for her too.
Mitsukuni and I have basically moved into Aunt and Uncle's house to help her. We'll probably stay until the end of the school year. Anything for Haruhi-senpai.
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Dad's gone. All these people are here to say goodbye to my dad.
I still can't believe it's real, so how am I supposed to say goodbye? I already lost my mother. Losing Dad is too much.
In his letter, dad said that they'd always be with me. That's not a lot of comfort now.
Umeko-san tightened her hold and ran her fingers through my hair. I don't think I could do this without her.
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Restaurant Across Town:
"Finally. I didn't think the lunch rush would ever end."
"Yeah, it went on forever."
The place was about a third full now. Mostly syndicate guys, but some locals too. It's been a good day so far.
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Receiving Line After Funeral:
Now comes one of the harder parts. Haruhi-chan agreed to do the receiving line after the funeral, but before the internment, assuming most people would be coming to the ceremony.
Sitting in her wheelchair, flanked by my two sons, she's as shielded as we can make her. Akira's first in line and I'm last. Guests can talk to her quickly and move on without feeling rude.
"I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Haruhi, honey, if you need anything, just call the bar. Any one of us will drop everything to help you, you know that."
"I'm sorry about your father, Fujioka-sama. Please don't worry. Petto Chinmi is being taken care of."
"Ranka was an amazing ball of fun. He'll be missed."
"I'm so sorry. He was a great friend."
"I've been thinking of you, Fujioka-san. When you're ready, there's always a litter of puppies to play with."
"Haruhi-chan, I'm sorry about your father. Ranka-san was so much fun at the diner. He'll be missed by everyone."
"Ranka was a great friend. I also want to thank you for including Jarou-san. He was a great friend too."
"He'll always be with you, just like your mother. Please know that you are not alone."
"Hey, kiddo, all you have to do is call me and I'll come right over any time, day or night. Ranka was a fixture at the bar for so long and he's leaving a huge hole in all our hearts."
"Haruhi-chan, I only met your father once, and he made an impression. He loved you so much. Let me know if you need any help at school."
"Haruhi-chan, when Hika and Kaoru told me I couldn't believe it. I'm so sorry, darling. Let me know if you need anything. I'm only a phone call away."
"Hey, Fujioka-san, Mom and I are so sorry. I'm always good for a laugh and physics help if you need it. Don't be a stranger."
"I'm thinking of you. Please let me know if you need anything."
"Everyone's so colorful, Haruhi-chan. Thanks for making this a celebration for Ranka and Jarou."
By the time the line was over, she was a sobbing mess. Takashi rolled her over to a private corner and held her until she calmed down enough for the internment.
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Restaurant Across Town:
"There it is. You know what to do."
"Yep," I said and tossed the brick. It was followed by the pipe bomb.
BOOM!
Glass shattered, smoke filled the place and came out through the windows, people were screaming.
It was a beautiful site.
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I ran out of the kitchen and saw blood, glass, and broken stuff everywhere. One of the guards was calling 119. We can't handle this ourselves. Too many civilians with too many injuries.
Those who could, ran around with towels to press on cuts and water to wash out eyes. What a fucking mess.
Then I saw the brick. Motherfucking Ronin. Shit. They aren't shooting anymore. Assholes just signed their death warrant, and I'm going to be there for it.
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Internment:
It was meant to be a simple ceremony, but some people were whispering…
"She's putting her father's boyfriend in the same crypt as her father and mother?"
"How disrespectful."
"What would her mother say?"
Haruhi-chan was adamant when we discussed it. When her mother died, her father bought a crypt for three, thinking that he and Haruhi-chan would be interned there. She's going to put Jarou-san with her father, and no one felt the need to change her mind. She knew all three of them the best. Fortunately, her mother was on the left side, so Ranka-san could go in the middle, and Jarou-san on the right side.
I was worried about disapproval and heard it in the whispers. Only three people, though. The large group of friends here are very accepting of different lifestyles or kept it to themselves.
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Satoshi and I stood holding up Haruhi and helped her place the urns. We'd discussed how to manage this this morning. She wanted to do it, and I wasn't going to talk her out of it.
"Thank you, Mori-senpai," she murmured as we sat her back in her wheelchair. We backed up to give her space.
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What is he doing here? How dare Ootori come to this cemetery during this internment! After what he did to my Haru-chan, he's lucky he's still alive. It took everything Takashi, Satoshi, and Chika-chan had to hold me back, and they didn't get out of it unscathed.
"Calm down, Alien. Haruhi-senpai doesn't see him, and the rest of the host club doesn't know what he did yet. As long as he stays in back, we should leave him alone. Haruhi-senpai would be hurt if we made a scene."
"Alright, but if I'm going to hold back like this, I'll need some cake."
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I had to come. The idea of Haru interning Ranka-san without me… I had to be here.
Everything I've thought of to get her back won't work. The Morinozuka's and the Haninozuka's have formed a shield around her that will not be broken.
She's so fragile, so tiny. I can see the weight of the world on her shoulders. I know without hearing her say it that she blames herself for this. I can hear her plain as day…If I hadn't bought the car…If it wasn't my birthday…If they weren't taking me away for the weekend…and on and on.
Haru is in no way to blame for this. I've had the Black Onion Squad investigating who ran her off the road. They came out of nowhere, they were swerving and acting drunk, and they stopped swerving after turning the corner.
I will find them, and when I do, they will be locked into a box and treated worse than my father. There will be no mercy, no holding back. Haru could have been killed. That's enough to make me take out all the stops.
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"Mom, Dad, you're together again. I miss you both every day, all day. I'm so sorry Dad, this was my fault. I didn't need a birthday trip. We could have stayed home and celebrated."
A stiff breeze ruffled my hair. Dad telling me not to be foolish.
"The Morinozuka's have been welcoming. I'm sure I'll be alright with them. Thanks for thinking of me, Dad. I'd be in an orphanage right now if it wasn't for you."
This time the breeze touched my face. It was somewhat warmer. My tears felt even colder.
"I hope it was OK that I added Jarou-san to the crypt. He was with Dad for over three years, and it felt right. Mom, I hope you don't mind. I know you loved Dad no matter what and wouldn't have wanted him to be lonely."
Flower petals drifted by my face in the breeze. They must have come off someone's bouquet. The breeze smelled sweet. "Thanks, Mom.
"Jarou-san, I know we never really got along, but I'll miss you too. You made my father happy, and he loved you."
Am I taking too long? I turned my head slightly and looked at the group. They were all quiet and waiting. Guess I'm not.
"Mom and Dad, please watch over me and help me when I need it. I'll need both of you to continue with my plans to become a lawyer. I won't give up, Mom. I want to be just like you. I want to make you both proud."
I couldn't control the tears streaming down my face. They were as cold as ice.
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It's difficult to watch Haruhi like this and not wrap my arms around her with Hika. I want us to hold her and become her shield.
She's sitting there crying. How long will Mori-senpai let her just sit there?
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What the fuck is that motherfucker doing here? After the proposal, the contract, the blackmail, and then outing me in the newspaper, he's got some huge balls to show up here.
I know for a fact that Chika didn't invite him. He has no right!
Kaoru grabbed my arm and said quietly, "Don't. Honey-senpai's seen him and chose to do nothing. As long as he doesn't bother Haruhi, leave him alone. She doesn't need more drama today."
"Fuck," I huffed. "Fine."
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That sweet girl. My heart stopped as I watched the car go over the embankment.
If someone told me I'd get emotionally attached to my subject, I'd have told them they're crazy. I'm a professional photographer, and I'd never get involved and jeopardize my job.
But here I am at her father's funeral. I'd watched him with the group in the diner. Everyone could tell he loved his daughter and the rest of those kids. I'd heard him say once that he was proud to call them all his friends.
And through it all, none of them saw through my disguises.
Ootori Kyoya is standing over there, just watching. Since he had me following her for months and taking pictures, I assumed he'd be talking to her. There's more there than meets the eye, but it isn't my business unless he tries to hurt her. Then I'll make it my business.
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Haruhi had been sitting with her parents for over a half an hour and people were getting restless.
"Haruhi," I said quietly as I stepped up to her chair.
She turned and I saw the tear tracks down her face. "Mori-senpai?"
I don't want to be rude, but how does one ask this question? "Do you need more time?" I feel like I'm kicking her out.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how long I've been sitting here."
"You can sit here forever and it's alright. I'm just checking."
Her eyes went back to the crypt and she sighed heavily. "I want to sit here forever. I want to sit here until I see them again."
"Haruhi?"
"But that wouldn't be what anyone else would want, especially them." She folded her coat tighter around herself and said, "I'm ready. Let's go to the party."
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Restaurant Across Town:
"Get another stretcher in here NOW!"
The Shimada Syndicate head told his onsite people to defer to the officer in charge, me. This is too public for them to handle on their own.
We'd been giving them free reign on the shootings because they didn't involve civilians, but this does. Four dead inside, one on the street. Two yakuza members dead. Tons of injuries, with some that might prove fatal in the next 24 hours. No way to keep this quiet.
"Medic!" I yelled as I saw another injured under a table.
What a fucking mess.
Sato-san, their head of security, came up to me. "Boss wants you to take the lead as you see fit, but we'll back you up in any way possible."
"Same people as the shooting?"
"Yeah. Cowardly fuckers."
I had to agree.
"I'll need access to what you have so far."
"And I'll need access to any reports of gunshots or loud activity around abandoned buildings. That's where they are."
"Fine. I'll also share what we find in the street cameras."
"Thanks."
"Sato-san, I'll only say this once, and if asked, I'll deny it. But I'd just as soon you handle them. A lot less paperwork, and no trials."
"No problem," he grinned evilly, and I took a step back. "And it won't blowback on you."
I nodded and walked back to my officers.
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I've known that officer for years. He's always preferred to let us keep things in house as long as the public isn't involved.
This area has more than enough non-yakuza crime to keep him busy. Fucking color gangs. After this, we should do something about them.
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Cemetery:
I waited until my darling friend left and walked over to Kyoya. "Why are you hiding back here?"
"I wasn't invited. I've done so much to hurt her…"
"But you're fixing all that, aren't you?"
"I'm trying. It's a slow process."
"Are you coming to the party?"
"No. She didn't see me here, and I want to keep it that way. I just had to see her and pay my respects to Ranka."
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The cemetery was clearing out, and I sat on bench closest to the Fujioka's. It was cold and rough on my designer suit pants. The breeze was biting at my face.
Now that I was alone, I let my walls drop. I was shocked to feel tears on my face. Ootori's don't cry. We don't show any emotion.
But isn't that part of the problem? I never showed true, strong emotion to Haru. She only really saw lust and indifference. I'm an idiot. I'm a bigger idiot than Tamaki.
I thought back to all the things I'd done…ignoring her when she didn't make the decision I wanted her to, pushing our physical relationship – even though I always stopped as soon as she said to, running hot and cold with my attention, not being there for her, that horrible contract, the blackmail, the Ootori Ball, Hikaru's medical records, the masquerade ball, testing the waters in January, and then hiding her from everyone.
The final conclusion is something I'm not sure I can live with. I can't have her. I'll never get her. She's gone from my life.
And it's all my fucking fault. All of it. I dug my own grave doing all this, and now I've got nothing. How could I have been so wrong? How could I have fucked up on such a global scale?
She tried to tell me once. Not all relationships are business relationships. Not everything is a negotiation. Contracts don't apply everywhere. And, most of all, commoners are not trash to be ignored or played with.
I turned into my father trying to get her, and I'm alone now, paying the price.
I stood up and nodded to Tachibana. He called for the car.
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The Party:
"No one to wear black, a party in a bar, and J-pop playing? This isn't remotely appropriate."
"But Father," I said, "Ranka-san was a unique individual and wanted it this way. Is there no better reason than to honor his wishes?"
"Tamaki, you're old enough to realize that it's appearances that matter, not the ridiculous wishes of the dead."
"This isn't a political funeral. Haruhi should be able to celebrate her father's life."
"It's still not appropriate."
"You can leave anytime, Father," and I turned and walked away from him.
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"Remember that amazing fringe dress he had? He'd spin and shake for his entire number."
"And then Jarou would come out, give him a huge dip, and kiss him smack on the lips."
"I can't imagine this place without them. Do you think it will stay open?"
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"Did you ever think you'd be hosting such a funeral, Umeko?"
"No, but I'd do anything for Haruhi-chan. She's broken, and I want to help her rebuild."
I put my arm around my wife and said, "We both do."
"You know you only have to ask and Kumi and I will help. She's become such a huge part of our son's lives. They've practically moved into your house."
"They are welcome to stay as long as Haruhi-chan needs them or longer. You know we love our nephews."
"Yes, of course, they can stay. We'll have family dinners at our estate," Umeko said. Kindhearted and generous, my wife.
"I was surprised when you approved alcohol, but there don't seem to be problems," Yorishia said. He's worried about our reputation.
"We have limos out front to drive anyone home who partakes too much. But they respect Haruhi-chan and want to honor Ranka and Jarou. That kind of grieving will be done in private."
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"Honey-senpai, why didn't you do something about Kyoya-senpai? I know you saw him there."
"Be quiet, Hika-chan. We don't want Haru-chan to know he was there." I glanced over at her. She's sitting at a table with Renge-chan and the girlfriends. Haru-chan's never been much of a girly girl, but Cho-chan and the others wanted to try some 'female bonding'.
"Yeah, yeah. But why didn't you kick his ass out?"
"My fellas could have done it quietly, and we'd never have had to see him again."
I'm surprised at the level of anger coming from Hika-chan and Kasanoda-chan. They don't even know about the kidnapping yet. Takashi and I will have to tell everyone soon, before they learn a different way.
"And how do you think Haru-chan would have reacted to find out we did that in the middle of her father's funeral? What would we have told her if Ootori had made a scene?" I stared them all down. "We'll take care of him later."
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"Takashi-sama, will you be shutting down the bar?" my manager asked me.
"I hope it won't be necessary. While they can't be replaced, I do ask you to start interviews for new people to fill the empty positions and make them their own."
"Lots of people came in specifically to see Ranka."
"He will be sorely missed."
"I want to promote one of the bartenders to talent, and then find a new bartender. The transition will be easier that way."
"I understand. Good idea."
"We should be able to reopen Tuesday."
"We'll see how it goes."
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"Their clothes are fantastic. Maybe I should come down here and watch a show."
"Great idea, Mom. We should come too."
"You two are not old enough to come in here. I'll bring your father."
"Yeah, Dad would fit in great around here."
"Oh, hush Hikaru. Stop teasing your father."
Even though this is technically a funeral reception, the energy in the room is vibrant. So many colors and textures. Almost everyone celebrating the life of two unique individuals. Anyone here can see those two men were loved.
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"Haruhi-senpai, can I get you anything? Tea? Fancy Tuna?" Yuki-chan asked.
"I'm doing fine with water but thank you."
"Do you know when you're coming back to school?" Cho-senpai asked.
I'm not sure I want to go back. I don't want to hear everyone saying they're sorry and to contact them when I want to talk. When have I ever wanted to talk about my problems?
"The doctor thinks maybe Wednesday. Depends on some test results."
"I'm looking forward to getting you back, and the rest of our classmates too. You're missed, and everyone is failing because they can't borrow your notes."
"Renge," Cho-senpai laughed, "that can't be true."
"It might be a little exaggerated, but they all miss her."
"I miss the host club, and it won't be the same without you, Haruhi-san," Shinobu said as she flipped her hair back over her shoulder. A tight, red leather dress wouldn't be my first choice, but she looks ready for a party. "Will it be open on Wednesday? Will you be there?"
"I'm not sure. I'll probably be pretty tired after a day of classes, and you'll have to talk to Tamaki-senpai to see if the club will even be open."
Naoko took my hand and asked, "If it isn't, can we come by and visit? We've missed you at lunch."
"I'd like that."
Keiko-senpai stood up and said, "I'm going for more of those shrimp-puff things. Are you sure you don't want something, Haruhi-chan?"
If I don't eat something, Chika's just going to make me mad again. Jerk.
"I'll try one of those and some tuna."
"You got it."
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After the 'female bonding' business, the girls decided to set me up next to one of the sofas, hoping people would come sit with me and talk. Yeah, like that's what I want.
I want my dad back. I want my mom back. I want to live in my apartment, my home. I want things to be like they were.
I want to cry and fade away. I need some time to myself. Desperately.
"Fujioka-sama? May I introduce my wife, Tanaki Ruka."
"I've heard so much about you. I'm sorry to be meeting you under such circumstances."
She's seems nice, but I'm not in the mood for new people.
"Thank you. It's good to meet you. Tanaki-san has mentioned you many times."
I waved at the sofa and asked, "Would you like to sit?" They're a safe choice to join me. They never met Dad, and we can discuss Petto Chinmi.
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"Takashi, who's sitting with Haruhi-chan?" Mother asked.
"That's her Assistant Executive Director, Tanaki Gin and his wife. I've not yet met her." I watched them for a few minutes. "I assume they are discussing business. It's probably a relief for Haruhi to not discuss her father."
"I understand, but they are monopolizing quite a lot of her time. I see several people wanting to talk to her. Is there a way to move them along?"
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I'd been waiting to talk to Haruhi, and as soon as that couple left, I jumped in.
"Haruhi! My darling. I'm glad to see you again, but the circumstances are terrible."
I desperately wanted to hug her, but with her injuries…
"Misuzu, I'm so glad you came. You can hug me, but it's easiest from behind."
"Darling child, there's no way I would have missed this. Ranka was one of my best friends. Traveling from Karuizawa was nothing."
I won't mention that refreshing boy Takashi paid for my trip. The pension is not doing very well.
I sat down and asked, "Now, how are you? Are you being taken care of? Is there anything I can do?"
She sighed and said, "My injuries are better each day. I'm more stable on my feet. The Morinozuka's are wonderful and are taking good care of me. As for what you can do, tell me a funny story about Dad."
I told her several and got a couple small smiles. Poor girl. First her mother and then Ranka. Life's been hard on her.
"This party is so refreshing. Not traditional at all, but then Ranka never was either. He'd be thrilled you're giving him this sendoff."
"Thanks. I know some people don't understand it, but it's what he wanted. It's going well."
I told her another funny story when I saw the tear roll down her cheek.
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"Ritsu, do you know if she needs anything," Pops asked.
"Mori-senpai's family is doing everything they can for her. Shinobu and I talked with her about Mom and Shinobu's brother. We let her know she could talk to us anytime if she needed to."
"Good thinking. I don't know if anyone else in your group has lost anyone."
"Not really. They probably don't realize how lucky they are."
"Bet they're learning now."
I watched her talking with one of Ranka's friends. He or she, I'm not sure how they want to be addressed…They are wearing a bright orange dress and hat. Some of the dresses I've seen here are so insane.
I had to talk Pops into not wearing black, so he showed up in a navy-blue suit and blue and yellow striped tie. I went all out and wore brown slacks and a green shirt. It's easier for the chicks to wear the colors, except for Honey-senpai who's wearing a pink suit.
"You let me know if she needs anything. She might not have been right for you, but I'm quite attached to that girl."
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Most people have gone home, leaving our two families and the host club members. They are a welcome support system.
"Umeko, we should be getting home. I'm sure she's tired, and tomorrow is a school day."
"Not for her," I told my husband. "As for Takashi and Satoshi, it's not even that late. We'll still have dinner when we get home."
"But look at her. She's exhausted."
"You're right. I just want her to get all the support she can."
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Crazy, rich bastards. They got a Mercedes wheelchair van for me.
It's warm back here. Maybe if I rest my eyes for a minute.
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"Mother, she's asleep. I'll take her up to her room and the nurse can get her settled back into bed."
"Tell Eimi to let us know when she wakes up. She needs to eat dinner."
"Hn."
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Restaurant Across Town:
After things had calmed down, I went to the restaurant.
"Report," I barked at Sato.
"Four civilians DOA, two more on the way to the hospital. Two of our guys. Almost everyone else injured to some degree."
"Police?"
"Cooperating. They'll help us find them, then back off."
"Perfect. I'll talk to the other heads. Everyone will want a piece of this."
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Morinozuka Estate:
"Umeko-sama, what should I do with these cards for Haruhi-sama?" Aoi asked.
I turned to see what was probably over a hundred cards. I imagine mostly from school friends, but some from her business as well.
"She's not in any shape to see those now. Find a nice container and hold them until she's ready."
"Yes, Ma'am."
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Kasanoda Compound:
We just got home, and Pops is screaming into his phone.
"I should have been told immediately!"
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"So what if I was at a funeral!"
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"Alright, fuck it. Tell me what happened."
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"Shit! A pipe bomb! Motherfuckers!"
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"Fuji's on his way."
And he hung up.
"Goddammit – the problem with these stupid cell phones is you can't slam them back on the cradle to hang them up!"
"Pops? What happened?"
"Ronin. Only this time they didn't shoot, they used a pipe bomb. Blew up the Shimada's cafeteria. Six civilians and two soldiers dead, and a lot more wounded."
"Shit…"
"Yeah."
He ordered Fuji to the restaurant. The syndicates' security heads were meeting. Then he caught me up on the details.
Those motherfuckers are dead when we find them.
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Morinozuka Estate, Dining Room:
"Ootori was at the cemetery," Mitsukuni said.
"What?"
"He stayed in the back, and Haru-chan didn't see him. I didn't want to start anything as long as he stayed away."
"Good thinking, Alien."
"Yasuchika, don't you think you owe your brother more respect than that?"
"It's OK, Mother. We've talked it out, and Alien has become kind of a nick-name."
I looked back and forth between my sons and smiled. They aren't trying to kill each other anymore and are speaking respectfully to each other. Will wonders never cease. I'm sure it's Haruhi-chan's influence.
Takashi put down his spoon and said, "Hikaru and Kasanoda have so much anger towards Kyoya, that I'm worried about what they might do."
"Yeah, bro, and they don't even know about the kidnapping."
"We can't tell them until we tell Haruhi. Do you think she can handle it, Mother?"
Umeko looked worried. "I don't know. She's had so much thrown at her." She took a sip of tea and asked, "When do you think we'll have to tell her?"
"I don't want the Host Club finding out from someone else. We need to tell them soon."
"Tuesday, before she goes back to school. We can have the other members over after classes and tell them then."
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Hitachiin Estate:
"Mom, I have a problem," I said, walking into her studio.
"What is it, Kaoru? What are those?"
"Print ad proofs of Haruhi." I handed them over and she flipped through.
"I don't see a problem. These look beautiful. She shines in your designs and the charity tie-ins are seamless."
"That's not the problem. Should I even publish these? She just lost her father and has moved into the Morinozuka Estate. They're her guardians now. Do they have to approve this?"
She stared at the pictures for a couple minutes. "Mom?"
"I'm thinking."
While I waited another couple minutes, I looked at her new designs. Swimsuits and wraps for the summer. I wonder if I could get Naoko-chan to model some.
"Mom?"
"Did Ranka sign off on these?"
"Yes."
"You'll need to talk to our lawyer. I'm not sure if his death negates his signature or not."
"Yeah, but does she even want them published? She's so out of it now, and I don't want to add any more to her load."
"When are they scheduled to be published?"
"End of the month."
"Well, you've got some time, but not much. Go talk to the lawyer. Umeko and Akira might not sign, so you need to know right away to arrange another shoot."
Shit. Everything will have to be refitted. I'll have to find a commoner model that can pull this off as well as she did. The ads will most likely end up postponed.
"You're thinking too much, Kaoru. Talk to the lawyer, then take the next step."
"Thanks, Mom." I turned to leave but said over my shoulder, "That dark green one with the gold rings is great."
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Late Sunday Night, Warehouse owned by Shimada Syndicate:
I've never seen all these guys together before.
First, me and Pops, heir and head of the Kasanoda Syndicate. Then Shinobu and her dad, Junto, representing the Himura Syndicate. The Yomachi Syndicate represented by their head Bunta and new heir, Heromoto. Their previous Heir, Zenzo, was killed in the arcade shooting. Arishiro and Atsuto, the head and heir of the Minami shooting. Ronin had the balls to shoot at Arishiro on the street as he got out of his car. Representing the Chiba Syndicate, Dai and Daiju. Their apartment complex was shot up. And last, The Shimada syndicate, with Ginji and Mukuro, the head and heir.
Don't forget everyone's heads of security and bodyguards.
That pipe bomb crossed the line, the line between yakuza and the public. The cops and the syndicates were now on the biggest hunt of their careers. Ronin will be dead by sunrise.
The Yomachi Syndicate, after losing their heir, was still in charge, but was working closely with the Shimada Syndicate, because they had the cops in their pocket.
Bunta broke through all the discussions with a yell, "Alright," and he clapped his hands for attention.
"Here is what we know. Those fuckers, Ronin, are a bunch of cowardly ex-yakuza muscle. We all kicked them out for various reasons, and they're pissed, but I don't give a fuck! By the time we're done with them, no one will even remember their names."
He gestured at Ginji, the head of the Shimada Syndicate, to take over. "I've been working with my contacts in the police station. They've agreed to help us find them and then back off. Less of a hassle for them, easier for us. But let me be clear, there will be no blowback onto them. Anyone found leaking information about the police cooperation will be dealt with, and no one will ever find the body. Got it?"
Nods all around and several shouts of confirmation.
"Some of our guys are out running down leads from the cops. Once they find them, we'll go in."
Bunta picked up again, "We'll be sending in a dozen soldiers from each syndicate here. They'll subdue and neutralize, but not kill unless unavoidable. Then the heads and heirs will go in and do what they want. Just remember, I want the head. I want retribution for my son, and Heromoto wants blood for his brother."
He stared down the other heads, but they all agreed with him. He had the most skin in the game.
"Now, most of the heirs here don't know each other. You guys, and Shinobu," he gave her a slight nod, "get together and introduce yourselves."
We all walked over to the side and started talking. Most grabbed a beer, but I got bottles of water for me and Shinobu. We're the youngest here.
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Haruhi's Bedroom:
"Is she awake?"
"Oh, Eiji-san, yes, she's awake. She slept straight through dinner and woke up about an hour ago. She ate some of a vegetable stir fry and I helped her with a bath."
"May I see her?"
"Yes, go on in. She's sitting in her wheelchair at the window."
I walked in and watched her for a moment. She did herself proud and honored her father today and Jarou-san, and I was with her for every step. I'll never let anything happen to her again.
"Haruhi-sama, you wanted to see me?"
She turned her head towards my voice, but, with only one hand, can't turn the chair. I walked over to her line of sight.
"Yes, Eiji. Thank you for coming."
"No problem."
Her eyes tracked back to the window, and I waited. Talking for her has been hard. Sometimes, I think she'd rather not say anything ever again.
The view of the gardens was dark and full of shadows; the lights weren't on. Is she looking at the stars?
"I want to see Matsui."
Matsui? "He's interned in the Haninozuka and Morinozuka's Hall of the Fallen."
"Yes. I want to see him," she said as her eyes came back to me. Her huge, shiny eyes.
"That's not a problem. I can make arrangements for later in the week."
"No. I wasn't able to be there for his funeral, and I didn't get to say goodbye. I want to go now."
Now? It's open round the clock for mourners to pay their respects, but I'll have to take her outside to get there. It's an extension off the dojo. Her face was desperate, with its begging eyes. I can't think of a reason to deny her.
"We can do that. I have to take you outside to get there. You'll need your coat from today."
Eimi and I helped her with her coat plus a blanket and then headed to the dojo.
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Shido Residence (Kyoya's sister, Fuyumi):
I sent Kyoya to bed an hour ago and couldn't make myself follow. There's too much running through my head.
He showed up out of the blue this afternoon. He played with Sota-kun for a while then joined us for dinner.
I knew something was wrong. He never just shows up here. It must be bad, whatever it is, for him to seek his big sister out.
Once we were alone in the lounge, he told me everything from the beginning. How he took the company from Father, his relationship with Haruhi and their breakup, his mistakes trying to make her marry him, the contract, the blackmail, and then about her accident. How he basically kidnapped her.
It took over two hours to tell me all of it. Sitting in this lounge, watching the moon come up, listening to my baby brother's sins, it was surreal.
The four Ootori siblings all have a warped idea of love and relationships. Taught by our father that every part of life was a contest, all our interactions with the outside world are practically toxic. It took years for my husband to help me break through that and I still have problems.
He said he started with the goal to be completely different from father but ended up a carbon copy. And now it's too late to fix anything. I had to agree. If he'd only come to me sooner.
I watched in abject shock as tears came down his cheeks at his failure. He kept mumbling that he'd lost her and couldn't get her back. I finally sent him to our guest room for a shower and sleep. He was a wreck.
The last thing he said to me was, "I'm marrying for business now. I feel sorry for my wife-to-be."
Our father has done so much to ruin all our lives. I haven't wanted to see him since he fell ill. I don't think I will ever want to again.
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Hall of the Fallen:
I couldn't sleep and was wandering the halls when I saw Eiji and Eimi outside with Haruhi-senpai, rolling her towards the dojo.
Should I get someone? Takashi or the Alien?
No time. I sprinted after them, confused and worried. Once I caught up, I followed quietly, listening.
"Matsui was brave and wanted to protect you, Haruhi-sama. We're all proud of him."
She didn't respond, but I realized then where they are going.
I stayed in the shadows as she sat in front of Matsui's crypt. His parents decided to have him interred here.
"Matsui-san, I'm sorry I wasn't here to say goodbye," She choked out. I could see the light sparkle off her tears. They must have just finished cleaning; the smell of lemons was almost overwhelming.
"You gave your life for me in a stupid car crash, and I'll never see you again."
Eiji handed her a handkerchief and she continued, "Thank you for your protection, both for me, my dad, and Jarou-san. He told me once that you're a fine young man and he trusted you with my life. I can't think of a better complement."
The air stirred, and she wiped her face. "You were fun to have around and made me laugh. I'll miss you so much."
That's when she completely broke down and I couldn't take it anymore. I walked out of the shadows and up to her.
"Yasuchika?"
"It's alright, Haruhi-senpai. I'm here." Taking her hand, I pulled her face to my chest and let her cry herself out.
Over her shoulder, Eiji nodded to me, reached out, and put his hand on Matsui's crypt.
We'll all feel his loss for a long time.
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Outside a Warehouse Somewhere in a Rundown Part of Tokyo:
"Go! And remember – keep as many as you can alive."
Asshole and I stood outside waiting. First, gunfire, then shouting and more shouting. Sporadic gunfire continued until a couple soldiers came out and gave us the all clear.
I looked at Ritsu, and he looked back. Today might be the first time either of us kill someone. Was I OK with that? I talk a mean game, but am I hard enough? If I'm not, will I be a worthy heir and head?
The heads and their heirs, along with bodyguards, strode into the warehouse, anger in every step. Moans echoed throughout the huge space, and it stunk of gunpowder. So much blood.
But they brought this on themselves.
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Shinobu held her head up high and glared at the fallen. She stepped on one of their hands as she walked by, and he screamed. That's my daughter.
Can I let her kill someone?
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The leader was caught and made to kneel, waiting for his fate. I watched as Bunta walked up to him and kicked him in the face.
I know he has first right to kill him, but that asshole also ordered the hit that got Ritsu shot. I wanted revenge for my son.
"Hey, Ryuu," Bunta called. "Get over here. Wanna mess him up?"
What a gentleman.
"Thanks, but I'll give the honor to my son. Ritzu, you're up."
He came over, nodded to Bunta, and shot the leader right in the arm. Then he pulled his fist back and hit the wound as hard as he could. "That's for me." Then he kicked him dead in the stomach. The leader coughed up blood. "That's for Haruhi."
He bowed slightly to Bunta and thanked him. He turned and walked to me without a glance back.
"I'm proud of you son. That was fitting."
"Thanks, Pops."
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Shimada Ginji shot several of the Ronin soldiers. They got two of his guys in the bombing and six civilians. He took sixteen as payback.
The some of the other heirs took some too.
These fuckers killed my brother and made me heir, something I never wanted. Zenzo was groomed for the position, and now, at twenty-two, I have to step up. I'm not made for this. Dammit, I was training to be a biathlete. I wanted to leave this life behind, but there are no other siblings. It's my responsibility now.
"Heromoto, the leader is all yours."
Time to face my responsibility.
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They're all dead. All but one. I handed her a gun.
"Shinobu, he's yours for Kono."
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Author's Note:
I did a small amount of research on Japanese funerals. Huge amount of ceremony and spread out over a long time. I had Ranka want a simpler funeral with a party after. Seemed like him. You won't see much accuracy compared to a correct Buddhist funeral, as I didn't want to try and wind up offending someone and didn't want it to drag on like that. Please just roll with it. I apologize if this bothers anyone.
Some of the quotes in the receiving line are identifiable, and some aren't. I did it that way on purpose.
Does anyone feel even the slightest bit sorry for Kyoya?
The internment was the hardest to write. Went through several drafts. I lost my mom not so long ago and used that to help me write Haruhi's part.
The twins, Tamaki, and Kasanoda are all pissed at Kyoya and they don't even know what he did after the accident. How are they going to take that news? How is Haruhi? I thought about just not telling them, but that won't work. They'd freak if they found out another way.
Hope the party was fun. That was the point. Dad wanted the same thing for Mom's…everyone wearing color and have it be more of a celebration than a remembrance.
I think I feel sorry for Kyoya's wife-to-be too.
So, Ronin is dead and gone, but what was behind all that? And what did Shinobu do at the end?
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Next Chapter:
How will everyone react when they find out what Kyoya did after the accident?
And a surprise or two.
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