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Date Posted: 1/18/2020

Trigger Warnings: Language and Heavy Smooching

The Next Phase - Chapter 20: Walk the Plank

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Tuesday, February 22:

Early Morning, Koi Pond:

My grades are slipping. If I'm not careful, I could lose my scholarship, if I still had one. I had to give up my scholarship, something I worked years for, because I don't 'deserve' it anymore.

Why does that white koi always chase the orange one?

That's unfair. I don't have a scholarship anymore because my new guardians are rich bastards, not because I'm not smart enough. But my grades are slipping.

Physics is getting harder. There's so much running through my head, I can't quiet it down to think. I need to call Gorou-senpai for a tutoring session, and he hasn't sent me an English paper to review since the accident. We should get together sometime this week…at the public library.

"Dad, I don't know if I can do this without you. Of course, if you were here, I wouldn't have to do this. It's too difficult, too hard, too strange. I'm living in this huge house – mansion – and it feels like I'm here by myself.

"There's no one to talk to like we used to. We could talk about anything and you'd never judge me, and you always made me feel loved.

"I have friends, but no family to love me unconditionally. I miss you so much."

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My heart broke as I listened to Haruhi-chan talk about family. Akira and I will never be her parents, but she's ours now. She's settled into our hearts so fast, and we love her, no matter what.

How can I tell her that? How so she believes me?

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Petto Chinmi Warehouse:

"Are you the manager?"

I turned to see several official men in suits.

Oh, shit.

"Yes, I'm the manager of the warehouse and transportation, Miura Ikko."

They did not bow, nor offer their hands. The apparent man in charge was older and wore a nicer suit.

"We need to check your driver's records. A tip was called in accusing this company of using drivers without the proper commercial driving licenses."

What the hell?

"Do you have any identification?"

He held out a badge. Tokyo Public Safety Commission. Great. Just great.

"I'll have to call our Assistant Executive Director. If you'll wait just a moment."

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Phone call between Warehouse Manager (Miura Ikko) and Tanaki:

Miura: "Sir, we have an issue in the warehouse."

Tanaki: "What?"

Miura: "The Tokyo Public Safety Commission sent investigators. They got a tip about our drivers not having commercial licenses."

Tanaki: …

Miura: "Sir?"

Tanaki: "I'm here, just thinking. Who would call in such a tip?" I thought for a minute then said, "Doesn't matter. I'll be down with the lawyer right away. Don't give them any information until we get there."

Miura: "Yes, Sir."

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Ootori Conglomeration CEO Office:

"Where are we on the code?" I asked the BOS officer cowering in my office.

"We believe it to be a book cypher and are working on which book."

"Yoshio didn't read anything but stock reports."

I sat staring at my officer. Do I really have the best people working for me if they can't figure this out?

Wait… "Stock reports. Start there. It's something he could have that no one would have found suspicious."

"Yes, sir."

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Petto Chinmi Warehouse:

"May I help you gentlemen?" I asked as I walked into the warehouse with the company lawyer.

"Are you the Executive Director?"

"No. I'm the Assistant Executive Director, Tanaki Gin. Our owner and Executive Director, Fujioka Haruhi, is unavailable. I am responsible when she's gone."

"Very well."

He handed me a set of papers which I immediately passed to our lawyer. I'm not even going to look when I have an expert with me.

"This is our company lawyer, Sato-san. He'll be your contact."

"The Tokyo Public Safety Commission is here to inspect your records for commercial driver's licenses. We've received a tip that a good portion of your drivers are operating their vehicles illegally."

Sato-san looked through the papers carefully, nodding and mumbling, while he kept talking. "We need to see all your records of driver's licenses for all your drivers."

Sato-san spoke up, "These papers read the tip is anonymous."

"Yes."

"You're basing this entire investigation on one anonymous tip?"

"Yes. I repeat, we need to see all your records."

I watched the two go back and forth and thought about Fujioka-sama. She doesn't need this headache right now, but what would she want me to do?

"There is no warrant for our records. Your investigation is based on our willingness to share those records without being legally required."

He started to fidget when called out. They didn't have enough evidence to get a warrant. Always bring a lawyer.

"We assume you'd like to clear this up immediately."

Then I broke in, "Of course, we'd want to confirm our adherence to the law, however, we will not share personnel records without a warrant. Is there another way to clear this up quickly?"

I listened to the inspector and Sato-san discuss, or argue in lawyer language, how to do this. If what they come up with is a quick fix, I'll tell Fujioka-sama on Friday. Otherwise…

"Then we'll do that," Sato-san said.

I wasn't listening. We'll do what?

"That is acceptable," the inspector said. "You'll provide us with a list of your drivers, and we'll verify if they are issued the correct license. While that's being done, one of my staff will physically verify licenses as your drivers leave or return."

"Correct."

Sounds simple enough, but not fast. "How long will this take?" I asked.

"We'll have the list done by this afternoon, but we'll need to be here today and tomorrow to inspect licenses."

I turned to my manager, Miura, and said, "We'll get HR to provide the list. Miura-san, you'll handing the physical checks." Looking back at the inspector I continued, "This will not interfere with our deliveries. Tomorrow is an important day for the company, and the trucks are delivering product to all our stores today."

"We'll attempt to make this a seamless as possible. With your cooperation, it will go faster."

"Your contact for that is Miura-san. I'll contact HR and have them fax the list over."

I made the call then stood out on the loading bay for a few minutes. Fujioka-sama needs to know this is going on, but can she handle it? Just last week, she looked dazed. I should talk to a board member that knows her well.

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Phone Call between Tanaki and Mori:

Tanaki: "Morinozuka-sama, there's a problem at Petto Chinmi. The Public Safety Commission is here. They received a tip that we were using unlicensed drivers in our trucks."

Mori: Good thing I left class to answer this. "All your drivers are licensed, correct?"

Tanaki: "Definitely. It's confirmed monthly after that incident a few months ago with the bar fight."

Mori: "How are you proceeding?"

Tanaki: "Our lawyer and the head inspector decided on a plan. We're providing them with a list of all our drivers. They could get that anyway from the government tax offices. They'll confirm the list. There will also be an inspector at the loading dock today and tomorrow to conduct a visual inspection."

Mori: "Sounds reasonable. I assume the tip was anonymous."

Tanaki: "Yes. They weren't able to get a warrant for our files with just the tip."

Mori: "I'll come over as soon as my classes are done for the day, about two hours from now."

Tanaki: "Should I notify Fujioka-sama?"

Mori: "Will this affect tomorrow?"

Tanaki: "It shouldn't. We've been assured that the dock inspection will go quickly. They just need to see the driver's license and confirm the name is on the list we gave them."

Mori: I thought back to what Satoshi told me about lunch and host club yesterday. "I suggest you contact her during her lunch hour and let her know what's going on. Since it's under control, she wouldn't need to come until after classes."

Tanaki: "I'll do that and keep you updated, Morinozuka-sama."

Mori: "Thank you Tanaki-san. I'll be there in two hours."

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I hung up and stood in the hallway. Another anonymous tip, this time targeting Haruhi's business. Petto Chinmi's lawyer is good at his job, but I should have the Morinozuka lawyer meet me there. He'll look into the incident in relation to the others.

What next?

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Ouran Dining Hall:

"Chika-kun, what's the charity today?"

Why don't they read the school paper on Mondays? It gives a full summary of the charity and why they are important. I think they just want to come over and talk to the Hosts.

"Biodiversity Restoration Along the Tsurumi River. It's been invaded by foreign plants causing pollen allergies and degrading the area. This group is working to restore the vegetation to all native grass."

"Is that important?"

Do they not go to science class? "Very. If an ecosystem is invaded by non-native plants, they can completely collapse what used to be a thriving area."

"I found this one," Kasanoda-senpai spoke up. "Non-native plants and animals can outcompete the native species and wreck the balance, causing extinction of important species. It's similar to what the American's are dealing with in the Everglades with pythons. A few were released, probably pets that grew larger than expected, and now they are ruining the balance by breeding with local species and wiping out others that didn't have such predators before. It's a huge mess."

"I didn't realize…"

Tamaki-senpai smiled and said, "That's why we're here, princess. We search tirelessly to find worthy causes. Rest assured, your donation is critical to these organizations."

She smiled at the sugary sweet words. "Thank you, Tamaki-senpai. Here are five donations," and she handed me the envelopes and walked away, floating on a cloud.

I noted that Renge-senpai smirked, and I gave her a quick one back.

"Here's mine, Chika," Haruhi-senpai said as she handed me an envelope. I'd been curious to see what she'd do once the Morinozuka's were paying for her lunches. I made sure the bento she brought didn't have any salmon, as an experiment.

"Thank you, Haruhi-senpai."

How do I ask if this is her money or family money? It's such a rude question.

"I'm still donating the cost of a diner meal, until I can afford more."

Well, that answers that question. Never say my senpai isn't upfront and blunt. I'll talk to her tonight about where the money's coming from. Don't want to do that in front of everyone.

That's when an Ootori officer handed an envelope to the Ouran guard at the dining room door and pointed at me. Fortunately, Haruhi-senpai didn't see him.

"Yasuchika-sama, this is for you," the door guard said as he handed me the envelope."

"Thank you."

It was a plain, white envelope with a note and money inside.

"Here is my Tuesday lunch contribution. Please tell Tachibana the best way to donate each week. His number is below. ~Kyoya."

"Who's that from?" Kaoru-senpai asked.

Thinking fast, I replied, "One of the teachers sent it in. They asked if we could set up an anonymous system of donation." I turned to Satoshi, "Can we discuss this tomorrow during the meeting."

"Sure."

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After giving Chika my donation, I focused back on this crazy gourmet bento.

Seriously? Looks like a master chef prepared this – they probably did. I'm used to bentos being leftovers with a couple of small things added. This could be a 5-star lunch.

There has to be a line between what is expected of the rich bastards, and what is truly unnecessary and over-the-top.

It's good though.

Then my phone rang.

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Phone call between Tanaki and Haruhi:

Haruhi: "Good afternoon, Tanaki-san."

Tanaki: "Good afternoon, Fujioka-sama. Do you have a few minutes?"

Haruhi: "Of course."

Tanaki: I told her all about the tip, the inspection, and our plan to resolve the issue. She was not happy.

Haruhi: "Unlicensed drivers? Us. Why would anyone think that?"

Tanaki: "I have no idea, but after what happened before, we check our drivers' credentials monthly. Everyone here is legal, and they will find nothing to the contrary. This inspection is no more than a nuisance."

Haruhi: "What about tomorrow?"

Tanaki: "So far, it isn't having causing an issue. Product is being delivered on schedule."

Haruhi: "Good. I'm going to come over."

Tanaki: "Fujioka-sama, I don't believe that's necessary. The verification is going well, and deliveries are being made. I hope it was the right decision, but I called Morinozuka-sama first and discussed this. I didn't want to cause you to miss class when there didn't seem to be an emergency. He's coming to the warehouse as soon as his classes are over. Because things are going well, we're suggesting that you come after your classes are finished for the day."

Haruhi: He spoke with Mori-senpai first? They're telling me I don't need to check on my own company? Am I not in charge of anything anymore?

Tanaki: "Fujioka-sama?"

Haruhi: I will not be angry over the phone. "That's fine, Tanaki-san. I'll be there as soon as classes are over."

Tanaki: "Thank you, Fujioka-sama."

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"Is anything wrong, Haruhi?" Renge asked as soon as I hung up. I could tell my face was red.

"Small issue at the Petto Chinmi warehouse."

I signaled Eiji over and whispered in his ear, "I need to go to the Petto Chinmi warehouse as soon as classes are over."

"I'll arrange it, Haruhi-sama."

"Tamaki-senpai," I called across the table, "I will not be hosting today. I need to go to the warehouse."

"Would you like for me to go with you, Haruhi-sama," Satoshi asked nervously.

"No, thank you."

I'm perfectly capable of going to my own company's warehouse and handing an issue. Especially with the Assistant Executive Director and a board member handling it for me.

Should I even bother going if they've got it taken care of?

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Kyoya-senpai sent me an email last night telling me to be a spy instead of an observer. He wants nightly reports of everything said and done during lunch and Host Club, plus, he wants me to dig for information – ask personal questions, try to read their emails, and several other disgusting things.

I'm starting to think it'd be best if I just told Kaoru the truth. The longer I spy for Kyoya-senpai, the deeper I get into this, and the truth will still come out at some point.

I should have never trusted him to begin with.

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Petto Chinmi Warehouse:

As I strode into the warehouse, I started to hear whispers. Apparently, I've been recognized as the Morinozuka heir. I must do what's needed to not overshadow Haruhi. She's the owner. No one should differ to me.

"Tanaki-san?"

"Morinozuka-sama, thank you for coming. Let me introduce you to the inspector and our in-house lawyer."

Introductions were made, and they then told me about the verification process. I watched a driver having his ID and license checked, get into his truck, and drive away. It was quick and simple.

"Everything here seems under control."

That's when Ishida-san, our family lawyer, walked in and was introduced.

I lead Tanaki-san and the two lawyers away from everyone. "Sato-san," I bowed my head to him, "is doing an outstanding job overseeing the legal issues of Petto Chinmi. I've brought Ishida-san in because of a pattern of anonymous tips Haruhi-san's group of friends, including me, have been receiving regarding our businesses or personal lives. He will be investigating the tip specifically."

"Thank you for your confidence, Morinozuka-sama," Sato-san said. "I'm honored to assist Ishida-san with anything he needs."

"Thank you, Sato-san."

And, with the formalities addressed, I continued, "You spoke with Haruhi-san?"

"Yes. She'll be here as soon as her classes are over."

I decided to observe and wait for Haruhi before making any decisions.

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Wheelchair Van going to warehouse:

It was hard concentrating in class again. My mind is so full, and I can't organize it. Paying attention to one thing only lasts until something else runs me over and pushes me deeper.

Once I have a minute to try to clear my head, a thousand thoughts flood in and I can't find the important ones in the currents.

I've never been this scattered before. I've always known exactly what I was doing and why.

I have no reason to be angry with Tanaki-san and Mori-senpai. After the accident, Mori-senpai helped me with the company while I was unconscious in the hospital and after. They still want to protect my recovery.

It's up to me to tell them when I'm able to resume being the President and CEO. After today, I'll know.

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Host Club:

"Kasanoda-senpai?" one of my regulars called, "Why are you wearing that dress?"

I'm sure my face blazed red, and I heard Shinobu laughing loudly.

"He lost a bet. Doesn't he look beautiful in yellow, ladies?"

Next thing I hear is everyone giggling.

Shit.

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Petto Chinmi Warehouse:

I came back towards the end of the day to see how my staff was doing with the license inspection. So far, everything had checked out, and the tip seemed bogus. What a waste of time.

I heard the office door open and looked up to see a young girl in a wheelchair being pushed and flanked by what were obviously bodyguards. The two flanking her peeled off, inspecting the warehouse.

"Inspector," Tanaki-san said, "allow me to introduce you to our President and CEO, Fujioka Haruhi."

This young girl? Her? Is he kidding?

"It's an honor to meet you, Inspector. Thank you for your time and effort to confirm that our transportation department is in full compliance with the law."

Nice way of saying I've wasted my time.

"Thank you, Fujioka-sama, for being so cooperative with our inquiry."

We stood there awkwardly, waiting for someone to speak up. I finally broke the silence. "Everything is going well, and we have found no discrepancies."

"Good." She tilted her head and continued, "What made you think the anonymous tip had credibility?"

In other words, 'why the fuck am I even here?'.

"Commercial trucks can be dangerous even when driven by a professional. We must check into tips such as these in the interest of public safety."

Or, 'because I wanted to'.

"Very well," she sighed. "Tanaki-san, has this disrupted tomorrow's event?"

"No. The deliveries have been as scheduled."

She nodded and turned to the warehouse manager, "Miura-san, has this disrupted normal business?"

"No, Fujioka-sama."

"As I understand the situation, Inspector, you will have someone present tomorrow to continue checking licenses as our drivers come and go. Is this correct?"

"Yes. There will be two shifts of one inspector each."

"Very well. Thank you for being considerate to our distribution schedule. As a relatively small business, time is critical."

I found myself wanting to reassure this child that everything would be alright. I can't decide if she's playing at being the owner or if she's serious about owning this company.

I assume her age and the guard have something to do with the Morinozuka tie in.

"We prefer cooperation to force."

"Thank you, gentlemen. As everything is in order, I'll take my leave." Her guard slowly turned her around and she caught Tanaki-san's eye and said, "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Yes, Fujioka-sama."

Morinozuka Takashi-sama gave us a slight head bow and followed her out.

That's one of my strangest experiences on this job.

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Morinozuka Lounge:

"Everything OK?" I asked as Haruhi-senpai and Taka came into the lounge.

Taka parked the wheelchair at the door, and she walked in and sat carefully on a sofa.

"Yes, Satoshi. I'm not sure what they expected to find, but all our drivers are fully qualified. They'll be back tomorrow, even though they saw them all today. We don't have many."

"It doesn't matter what they expected to find, Haru-chan, it's that they got the tip in the first place."

"I agree. Considering the volume of anonymous tips that have been directed at the host club members, we must determine why we are being targeted. It can't be denied any longer," Chika said. Does he know he sounds like his grandfather sometimes? This is why I didn't want to take him to the dance club.

"Who would want to target us? We're a host club, not the yakuza," I said.

"But one of us is in the yakuza, and he hasn't had a tip called in on him yet."

"That we know of, Chika." Haruhi-senpai adjusted herself on the sofa, trying to get comfortable, and Taka brought her another pillow. "Thank you, Mori-senpai."

She lives with us now. Should she still be calling him senpai?

"You think he's had an issue and hasn't told us?"

"Depends on what part of his business it touched. Ritsu would want to protect us from knowing too much."

At this point, I brought up something that's been bothering me for a while. "We keep talking about this, but what are we doing except proving the tips wrong. None of them have been right. Whoever's doing this wants to bother us, not get us in trouble."

"It's like a cat playing with a mouse," Taka mumbled.

"I have to agree," Chika said, the rest of them nodding.

"I brought Ishida-san with me this afternoon to gather information on the tip itself. He will get in touch with the rest of the host's lawyers and setting up a task force. This must end."

"I agree, Takashi. Why haven't you brought this to my attention?" Father said as he walked into the lounge. Great. Now we're going to get a lecture.

"I apologize, Father. I hoped to handle this internally, however it has grown into more than just a nuisance."

We conferenced in Ishida-san and discussed the problem for the next hour. The task force will be established, and a full investigation done.

Why it took so long to confirm what we'd already talked about, I have no idea. This is why I don't like to run a business. Too many stupid meetings to rehash stuff.

"Ootori was a member of the club when these issues started," Mitsukuni said.

"And?"

"Is he causing them, or is he a potential victim?"

"I don't know, and if he's a victim, I'm not sure I care."

"Satoshi!" Father snapped.

"After everything he's done, I'm supposed to worry about him getting an anonymous tip that won't lead to anything? I worry more about the garden than that, and you know I don't care at all about the garden."

Put that way, I could see agreement in everyone's eyes.

"Still, someone needs to contact him and determine if there's been an action against him. It could lead to information that would solve this problem."

"Akira-sama is correct," Ishida-san said through the phone. "I'll contact his personal lawyer. It's the most appropriate method."

"Fine. You boys keep me informed."

With that, the meeting ended, and Father left the room.

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Haruhi's room, Morinozuka Estate:

"Haruhi-senpai?"

Satoshi and I walked in and found her studying at her desk, quiet J-pop coming out of the radio.

This room needs a makeover. I can't believe I'd say something like that, but it's boring. It has no life. The hospital bed won't be needed after Thursday, her last day in the wheelchair, and the other pieces of furniture in here were borrowed from different rooms in the house.

Aunt Umeko needs to take her shopping. I won't be going along.

"Satoshi? Chika? Do you need something?"

She'd put her pencil down and turned to us in her swivel chair. I truly respect that about her. When someone's talking to her, she gives them her full attention.

"I wanted to talk to you about lunch today," I said. Satoshi's going to sit this out unless I need him.

"What about lunch?"

"Your charity donation. You can use the card Aunt gave you to get all the cash you need."

It wasn't anger, but she did glare at me. I saw her fists clench and realized it's frustration. Over what?

She relaxed when she sighed. "My donation is just that, mine. Before I could afford it on my own, it came out of my allowance, not the main house budget. Now it comes out of my bank account. The one that my salaries are deposited into."

She leaned forward, hoping to make us see her point. "If I used the Morinozuka credit card for my donation, it wouldn't be mine. I'd be making a donation on behalf of the Morinozuka family. That's not what I want. I want to make the donation with money I earned. Then it comes from me."

"Oh," Satoshi mumbled.

I felt the same thing. That never occurred to me. I'd been using the Haninozuka card for mine.

She sighed and leaned back. "It looks like you understand."

"I do. Thank you, Haruhi-senpai. From now on, I'll be making two donations, one from the family and one from my own money."

"Me too."

She gave us both her real smile, and it lit up her eyes. It was worth more than all the money in my accounts.

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Wednesday, February 23:

Random Classrooms:

"Did you hear? The Host's girlfriends don't pay for their appointments!"

"So, they get to be hosted for free and go on dates? Not fair!"

"Why even have a host club if the girlfriends are taking all their attention?"

"It's not like we can fantasize with them around."

"I think I'm going to stop going. Kasanoda-kun spends all his time talking to Shinobu-san."

"I know. Honey-senpai's always talking to Cho-senpai."

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Ouran Dining Hall:

Satoshi offered to get Haruhi-senpai's lunch and came back with the salmon salad. I'll give her a week to eat something else before I talk to her about it.

Renge-senpai told us all about the rumors and asked what we should do.

"But the girls do pay for their appointments," Kaoru-senpai said.

"I know," Tamaki-senpai said, "but it doesn't seem right."

"Yes but is it right that you all host your girlfriends while others are around," Renge-senpai pointed out.

Kasanoda-senpai lowered his voice and said, "Let's talk about this tonight while we're studying. If we're heard now, it will make the rumors worse."

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"Shinobu-san, could I ask you to skip the club today?"

"Sure. What for?"

"Petto Chinmi has a special promotional event going on. Today is International Dog Biscuit Day (1) and we're handing out biscuits to dogs that come into the stores. We've also partnered with several dog parks, groomers, and other pet stores that sell our product. They'll be giving out biscuits too."

"International Dog Biscuit Day? I've never heard of such a thing," Tamaki-senpai said. He's jumping up and down in his seat, ready to explode. What was I thinking, talking about this when he was around?

"There are lots of these types of designated days. The Americans have one for almost every day. The international ones are spread out."

"Wow! I had no idea!"

Renge put her hand on his shoulder to talk him down. "Calm down, Tamaki-kun and listen to Haruhi's story," she murmured in his ear. Neither of them are any good at whispering.

"Anyway, I wanted to know if you'd like to bring your dog along and we could see how it's going."

"I want to go!" Tamaki-senpai yelled. "I can bring Antoinette, and we'll have so much fun!"

"It's cosplay day, and we need you at the club. Haruhi-senpai wasn't going to dress up because she's still in the chair, so it doesn't matter if she's absent," Satoshi said, making Tamaki-senpai blush.

"I suppose. But I want to go!"

"I'll bring you a biscuit, Senpai."

"Thank you, my darling friend. Antoinette will love it."

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What an amazing idea! What will commoner's think of next? What other special days are there?

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Host Club:

"Welcome!"

"Oh, wow!"

"It's a pirate ship, with sails and the wheel and cannons!"

"Tamaki-senpai, what made you think of this? It's amazing."

"Darling princesses, we want to welcome you to the pirate ship Ouran! Please find your host and join them for ale and grub!"

This was one of the hardest to set up and made me almost wish Ootori was still here. Damn, Chika and I don't even call him senpai anymore. I think Haruhi-senpai might be the only one left that does, not that she uses his name at all anymore.

"Satoshi, you did well setting all this up," Kaoru-senpai said as I walked past his station.

"Thanks."

We refloored the room with wood for create a ship deck, then built a platform for the wheel and telescopes. The sides were lined with cannons that were specially constructed. They needed to be lighter than real cannons because of the marble floor.

Then there's the sitting areas. Tamaki-senpai wanted authenticity but comfort. So, I had tables crafted to look like barrels, but at the correct height and no rough wood. Chairs are made to look like a stack of crates but have cushions and are formed to be comfortable.

Can't forget the animals. Parrots. A dozen crazy parrots, and they had to talk. Who knows what they'll say today? I had to rent them from a rescue organization. Our king also wanted a monkey for his shoulder. I drew the line there. Too messy. I can just imagine a monkey shitting on Tamaki-senpai's shoulder while all his ladies are sitting there. No way.

I got him a stuffed one.

Haruhi-senpai went to check on her biscuit give-away, so she's not here. I didn't have a costume planned for her that worked with the wheelchair, so it's no big deal she's absent.

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"Tamaki-kun, you are stunning as the captain of this ship."

"Thank you, Princess. Please let me know if anyone is disrespectful to you and I'll have them walk the plank," I said as I brandished my sword.

Those devil twins did a good job with my costume. Black pants tucked into tall, leather boots with folded over cuffs and a white, puffy shirt done in the softest silk. The vest, cape, and hat are all dark blue wool with the cape lined in dark gray. I even have feathers in my hat and a sword at my hip. Very rakish.

"I can't picture you cruel enough to force someone to walk the plank."

"Walk the plank!" a parrot squawked.

"I would do anything to protect the virtue of my fair maidens."

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While Mitsukuni was entertaining the ladies with tea in ale mugs and cookies shaped like parrots, swords, gold coins, and such, I watched the room as usual.

As the quietist, the twins thought I'd be best as the sailing master, the most educated on the ship and just under the captain in rank. My costume is done in maroon and matches Tamaki's except for being less ornate. I also do not have a stuffed monkey on my shoulder. The twins have enough self-preservation to not even ask.

"Takashi, would you like a cookie? It's in the shape of a watch glass."

"Hn," I responded and took the cookie. They aren't bad. We should save a couple for Haruhi. The leftovers are going to an orphanage that works with Living Dreams.

"Honey-senpai, you're so cute in your costume," Cho-san said.

She's right. As the cook, he should be splattered with blood from the meat, grease, and various vegetables. Knowing Mitsukuni would not wear something like that, the twins have him in puffy, black pants that narrow at the ankles, a V-neck, long sleeve t-shirt that's dark pink, and an Usa-chan patterned apron smeared with icing from the cookies. Perfect for him.

I heard one of his guests whisper to another, "It's not fair that Cho-senpai gets all his attention. She's his girlfriend and she's not even paying."

True, Cho-san is here, and they are a couple, but she does pay for the appointment just like all the others. And Mitsukuni does divide his attention among all his guests.

We'll have to do something about these rumors.

"Polly wants a cookie," I heard the parrot say from across the room.

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"Oh, you delicious cabin boy! Will you meet me in my quarters tonight?"

"Definitely, Swabby. Maybe you could wash me down."

Before I started dating Kaoru-kun, I enjoyed the brotherly love act, but not so much anymore. I've gotten to know each of them as individuals, obviously Kaoru more than Hikaru, but I can tell them apart and know the roles are fake.

Kaoru's costume is cute for a cabin boy. I always pictured them scruffier and dirtier. His black knee pants and white socks show off his defined calves. All that biking has made them so sexy. I'm not sure I like the black and white striped puffy shirt. I can't see the muscles in his chest or those abs.

"You can be my cabin boy any day, Kaoru."

"MOE!"

Can't believe I used to be like that.

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Tonight, I must tell Hikaru about my arranged marriage. We've become good friends, but he should know so he can date someone else.

His deck swap costume is similar to Kaoru's with brown knee pants, white stockings, and brown leather shoes. His shirt is red and white striped with a brown sash. He was trying to mop the floor earlier when we all came in but was terrible. It looked nothing like when our maids clean.

"I'm surprised as the cabin boy and the swab, you don't already share a cabin," one of the girls said.

"What a great idea! We should ask the captain," Hikaru said, jumping up to talk to Tamaki-senpai.

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Can't believe Shinobu isn't here. I guess I understand why she's not, but it's boring without her here to insult me.

Did I just fucking say that?

Shit.

"Kasanoda-san, you must be dangerous with those weapons."

"Definitely, my lady. I'll protect everyone here with my prowess."

Did I just fucking say that?

Shit.

I'm the gunner for this crazy pirate ship. The costume isn't complete crap. Dark blue knee pants with light blue stripes on the outside. I'm wearing that stupid fluffy shirt that almost everyone else is, so I guess I can't grumble too much, even though I did when I saw it.

The best part is the weapons. I've got a musket, a knife, and a sword, and not one for show like the captain. Mine's heavy and built for power.

I'd taken off that dumb round hat as soon as I got to my area.

I heard one of the parrots say, "Shut up you stupid dog." Where did Satoshi get them?

"Where's Shinobu-san?" one of them asked.

"She's with Haruhi at a business meeting." It was the best answer I could come up with. Wasn't sure if Haruhi wanted everyone to know what her company is up to.

That's when I heard the whisper.

"Good. She always gets all his attention."

Fuck. We have to fix this.

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"Chika, what's your role on the ship?"

"I'm the boatswain. I'm in charge of the crew and the deck. The twins answer to me."

"It would be funny if you went over there and ordered them back to work."

"I might have to do that. They're fooling around too much and the deck needs to be scrubbed."

From across the room, I heard one of the parrots say, "Don't open the door!" Really? We should have skipped them.

I've got knee pants and stocking like everyone else, but my pants are dark green. I wonder if the twins got lazy with everyone's shirts. Most of us are wearing the same white puffy shirt. Kasanoda-senpai looks completely ridiculous in his. I probably do too. I didn't want to look in the mirror after I changed. At least I get to carry a knife and axe.

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The time is almost up and I'm tired of walking around managing everything. It's frustrating to not host on cosplay days.

The parrots have been saying crazy things all afternoon. Not one of my best ideas. I've gotten a good idea of where the rescue gets them. I learned this lesson the hard way.

"Pass the beer." Great.

My role on the ship matches my role in the club. I'm a quartermaster in charge of supplies and logistics. Compared to the others, my costume is impressive. The best part is I'm not wearing that puffy shirt. I'm in all leather. Leather pants tucked into leather boots and a long leather vest with no shirt. There's a musket in my rope belt and pirate gold around my neck.

I've seen several of the girls staring at me today.

I've also heard whispers about the girlfriends. We have to talk about that today at the meeting.

Time to wrap this up and get home. We're studying and eating dinner at our estate again this week. Back to the diner next week when Haruhi-senpai's out of her wheelchair.

"Baby shark…do do do do do do…"

I'll never get parrots again.

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xXx

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Petto Chinmi Store:

"What a sweet dog, and all dressed up for winter, too," the store clerk said as Shinobu-san and I walked into the store.

I was not going to use that stupid wheelchair if I didn't have to. Tomorrow is the last day for it and the nurse.

I'd seen the banner on the outside, celebrating International Dog Biscuit Day. Judging by the customers in the store, the promotion was working.

"Thank you for coming to Petto Chinmi. In honor of International Dog Biscuit day, we would like to offer your dog one of our specialty biscuits." He handed Shinobu-san the package and smiled.

Gorou-san and her marketing department talked me into a fancy box with our logo, website, and information on the nutritional content of the biscuit. Seemed over-the-top to me when they are usually packaged in just a plastic wrapper, but I understood the reasoning.

"Thank you so much," she said, opening the box. "I'm sure Kasa will enjoy it." She broke off a small bite and fed Kasa, who gobbled it right up.

"Haruhi-san," she said, turning to me. I couldn't help it, I reached out and brushed my fingers through Kasa's fur. "She loves it. Where can I get more?"

The clerk led her to the display, and I smiled. Proof-positive the special event was a good idea.

The marketing staff deserved a bonus. After the craziness at the warehouse, everyone deserved one.

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We were leaving the indoor dog park, the same one Ritsu took Kasa and me to, and I couldn't hold myself back anymore. There was an incident there, and I'm worried about Haruhi-san. One of the large dogs let out a huge, deep bark during a quiet lull in the regular noise. She crouched down and put her good arm over her head.

This needs to be addressed.

"Haruhi-san? Are you alright?"

"Yes," she said. Her voice was still off. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Kasa was on her lap and her hands were shaking as she pet her, although they weren't as bad as when we first got into the van.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you basically hit the floor like a bomb went off when that dog barked." I said it kindly, but I wanted to make the point that her reaction was hard to miss.

"I was just startled for a second." I watched her face blush.

I looked out the window to give her some sense of privacy as I said, "You know, when I was eight, my brother was shot and killed. I had panic attacks and was frightened of loud noises, especially gunshots. Unfortunately, I'm around them a lot."

Her reflection in the glass turned to look at me. We sat there for at least five minutes before she asked, "What did you do?"

"Me? I had panic attacks and hid from loud noises. My mother, fortunately, wasn't going to put up with that shit and did the best thing she could. She got me help."

It was practically a whisper, but I heard her mumble, "What kind of help?"

"Grief and PTSD counselling, plus some antianxiety medication."

"Oh."

The silence came back as I let her chew on that. At eight, my mother could force me to go. Took a couple sessions before I broke down and spilled. Even then, I hated it when Mom was right.

For Haruhi-san, she'll need to want to go. I can't recommend my shrink, because he's part of the syndicate, but I'm sure there are some non-Ootori shrinks out there that could help.

When it was obvious she wasn't going to talk about this anymore, I asked her where she came up with the idea for the dog biscuit promotion.

"Early January I was surfing around on the Internet looking for information on dog nutrition and saw the day listed on one of the websites. I confirmed it was real and told the marketing department. Everything after that was their doing."

"They did a great job."

"Yes, they did. I'm proud of them."

She knows more about business than I do, and she hasn't had that company very long. She's smart. No wonder Ootori wanted her. That dickhead.

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Study Group, Library, Morinozuka Estate:

Because the main topic of the Host Club meeting was girlfriends, we decided to have the meeting during the study group and include them.

Haruhi-senpai and Shinobu-senpai, with Kasa, got here a few minutes ago.

I'm getting better at these meetings, but sometimes they make me nervous. Especially today, when there are five girlfriends here.

"Satoshi, we can start the meeting now," Tamaki-senpai said to me.

"Right. First order of business are the current rumors considering the girlfriends of the hosts. Renge-senpai, can you discuss what you've heard?"

"Sure." She listed the rumors and several others added what they'd heard.

"What do we do about it?" Taka asked. I have no idea. Since I don't have a steady girl, I don't really care.

"My lovely ladies," Tamaki-senpai said, smiling that huge host smile at the girls around the room, "what do you think should be done?"

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I'm not Hikaru's girlfriend, but here goes. "The current setup is strange to me. At least three hosts have a steady girlfriend, yet they pay to be hosted and draw the attention of the host away from other guests. I agree with the rumors."

"Thank you, Ito-san," Tamaki-senpai said, but I'm not sure he agrees, but he doesn't host Renge-san.

"I agree. It's kinda like a stripper performing for her husband when she's on a stage that's surrounded by other men." Not the way I would have put it, but Shinobu-san has her own special way of looking at things.

"You don't want to be there?" Kasanoda-san asked.

"Of course, I do, Asshole, but it isn't fair. The other girls come to spend time with you, to indulge in fantasies about you. I get you to myself on our dates."

"Aren't you jealous," he practically whispered, looking down at his book. I knew he had a soft side.

"No, I'm not. No reason to be. You're mine, and they know it."

He looked up at her with the cutest gleam in his eyes. It's like she'd never said anything like that to him. When she flushed red, I knew she hadn't.

"Besides, I could always shoot you," she smirked, smacking him on the shoulder.

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What the fuck did I just say? 'You're mine'? Where did that come from?

Shit.

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"Well, I want to spend as much time as I can with Naoko-chan," I said, reaching for her hand. The car rides are driving me crazy, and Hika always calls for two cars now.

"That's sweet, Kaoru-kun, but I see the point. If your attention is focused on me, why would they even come? It can't be enjoyable seeing us basically on a date. Even when you and Hikaru are messing around with each other, you still catch my eyes all the time."

"So, what's the solution?"

"I'm not sure, but it's not to carry on like this." She paused and looked up the table, "What do you think, Cho-senpai?"

Leaning against Honey-senpai's shoulder, she jerked up like she'd been barely listening.

"I see both sides, but if Honey-kun had a different girlfriend and treated them the way he treats me, I'd be upset."

That's when Haruhi stepped in. "I've been a target of rumors at least twice. The first time, the guests thought Tamaki-senpai and I were dating. Remember what happened?"

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"They threw paint balloons at you."

I actually felt my heart skip when I saw her covered in red. I was her protector and let that happen.

"Correct, Mori-senpai. When I was outed as a girl, I had my hair chopped off."

Haruhi ran her fingers through her short hair and said, "None of us want anyone targeted like that again. It's best if everyone's girlfriends didn't come to the club."

The thought of another girl going through what Haruhi did, tightened my chest and sped up my heart. I will not let anyone else go through that.

"Haruhi's right. We are putting you in danger when you come to the club."

"What about me? I manage the club."

"You don't sit with Tamaki-senpai, Renge-senpai. I don't think it's a problem. I haven't heard any rumors about you specifically," Satoshi answered.

Everyone stared at Tamaki, waiting for the president to decide. With a nudge from Renge, he finally realized we were waiting on him.

"I don't want to do this, but it's in everyone's best interest. Starting Monday, girlfriends of the hosts are not allowed." He put up his hands to maintain quiet. "You ladies are welcome every day at lunch and after club on Wednesdays."

"What about me?" Keiko-san asked. "Mori-senpai and I are not dating, we're good friends. Some girls think we are dating."

"Hikaru and I aren't dating either, but it may look that way," Ito-san said.

"Step back. Don't sit next to them. Don't monopolize their time. That might work," Haruhi suggested.

"We'll do that," our president declared, "and revisit this next week."

"Now that that's over with, can we study?"

"Alright, Haruhi, my darling friend."

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xXx

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Dining Room, Morinozuka Estate:

As the kids came into the dining room, I saw Haruhi-chan's face light up and knew I'd made the right decision.

"Ritsu," she blurted, grabbing his arm, "it smells like your restaurant!"

He put his arm around her waist and kissed her temple, "I sure hope so. We catered it after all."

Nodding at me, he led her to the seat next to mine. Such a gentleman for a yakuza heir.

"I called Umeko-sama yesterday and suggested it."

"Thank you," she said to him. Then turned to me and said, "Thank you so much Umeko-san. I appreciate you thinking of me."

I touched her hand and smiled. "Anything, Haruhi-chan. You only have to ask."

Once everyone was seated, and when it was polite to start, she dove into those noodles.

I laughed when both Kasanoda-kun and Hikaru-kun said, "My glutton," at the same time.

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Haruhi was on her second helping when it felt the time was right. "What's everyone doing on Saturday?"

Mori-senpai reminded us that he and Satoshi would be leaving Thursday night for a world cup.

"I have a show at the gallery I must attend."

"I'll be getting ready for an interview on Sunday and the launch of the first ads for the businesswoman line," Kaoru said. He looked nervous.

Hikaru didn't know but thought he'd be helping Kaoru.

"I have a great idea. I think we should have a girls' day out!"

I heard Haruhi groan before asking, "Renge, I'm afraid to ask what that means."

Naoko squealed, "I know! We can have it at my family's flagship spa! We'll be treated like royalty."

Hikaru smirked as Haruhi said, "A spa? Just great," under her breath.

"Yes, a spa. It will relax you, and some pampering is always a wonderful treat," Yuki said. "I've been to Naoko's spas. Be prepared for the best food and treatment you've ever had, Haruhi."

"All right. It's settled. Let's see," Naoko started counting. "Seven. Would you like to go, Umeko-sama?"

"Thank you, but no. I'll leave the younger generation to enjoy the pampering."

"I'll make reservations. We'll be going to the main spa in downtown Tokyo. Shall we meet there at ten on Saturday?"

Shinobu was counting around the room but trying to hide it. I saw a small smile on her face when she realized she was included. We wouldn't go without her. Afterall, she's part of this group.

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As dinner was winding down, I asked Ritsu, "Does your restaurant normally cater?"

"No. This was a special case for you, Haruhi. Why?"

"Oh. Never mind."

"What is it," he asked, his voice hardening slightly, not giving me much of a choice but to answer.

"After the successful dog biscuit campaign and what my drivers went through, I thought I'd cater lunch for the company."

"Hmm."

I waited as he considered it. It's one thing to cater for a group of friends and another to cater for an entire company.

"Haruhi, I'd like to, but I don't think we'd be able to. It's be just too much of a strain on our kitchen." He looked so guilty for not being able to.

"That's fine, Ritsu. I thought I'd ask, but I understand completely."

"I'll make it up to you by bringing noodles next Tuesday."

"Perfect."

"My darling friend, the Suoh hospitality division would be happy to cater for your company."

"We can't afford that, Tamaki-senpai, and I don't want any special deals. I'll think of something."

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Phone call between Haruhi and Tanaki:

Tanaki: "Fujioka-sama, it's good to hear from you."

Haruhi: "How did today go with the inspectors?"

Tanaki: "No problems. When they left today, they assured me the inspection file would be marked as complied and closed."

Haruhi: "Good."

Tanaki: "Today's biscuit event went well. Each store reported an increase in sales today, and the website purchases also had an uptick."

Haruhi: "Excellent. A friend and I took her dog to one of our stores and to a dog park to experience it ourselves. It was well handled. My friend's dog enjoyed her biscuit so much, she bought some for her."

Tanaki: "Direct feedback. That's exciting."

Haruhi: "Yes. Thank Gorou-san for me. Friday is a school holiday, so I'll come in that morning rather than have lunch."

Tanaki: "I'll see you then."

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Hitachiin Limo, Kaoru and Naoko:

Shit, her lips are on fire! They burned my neck as she worked her way down to my collarbone. My shirt was somewhere over there with hers.

I hadn't tried to take her bra off yet but was rubbing her breasts through the lace. Her nipples were hard.

"Naoko…don't stop," I moaned when her hands came around my back and gently scratched down my skin.

She broke away from my chest and stared in my eyes. "Kaoru…please."

With a hand on the back of her head, I roughly kissed her. The tension was so thick it almost hurt.

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All I want is this man with me. His hands tracing my skin. His lips everywhere.

That's what I want.

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xXx

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Hitachiin Limo, Hikaru and Yuki:

"Hikaru, I know we talked about this before, but it's official. My father is arranging my marriage."

Did someone just kick me in the gut?

"Who?"

"That's still being decided."

"When?"

"It will be announced in the summer at an engagement party."

I know we aren't really dating. I know we pulled back when she first mentioned this.

This still completely fucking sucks.

"Are we still friends?"

"Of course, you idiot," she laughed as she lightly smacked me on the upper arm. "We'll always be friends."

"Good."

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xXx

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Author's Note:

So, now the tipster has targeting Haruhi's business. Guesses as to who? Why? What next?

The code and stock reports…are they getting closer? What will they find when they decode the money?

The charity in Japan is real (all the ones I use are), as are the problems the everglades is having. Humans are pretty good at fucking up ecosystems.

Kyoya continuing to donate? Interesting. I thought Haruhi made a good point about which money she uses to donate on Tuesdays. Very Haruhi.

Pirates. Running out of cosplay ideas. Suggestions?

What do you think about the girlfriends not coming to club anymore? I thought it was about time or I'd have to write attacks on them, and I don't want to.

Girls' day out on Saturday. Guess Haruhi will just have to suffer a spa. Wish I was going.

(1) Yes, Wednesday, February 23 is International Dog Biscuit day. Weird.

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Next Chapter:

A break in Yoshio's code. Another furry visitor. And some shopping with Haruhi!

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