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Date Posted: 1/26/2020
Trigger Warnings: Language, Minor Character Death.
The Next Phase - Chapter 21: Over the Pacific
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Thursday, February 24:
Ridiculously Early, Kyoya's Bedroom:
"Kyoya-sama, there is a call for you from the BOS office."
I ducked as he threw his alarm clock at my head.
"Fuck off," he murmured as he rolled over.
"Kyoya-sama, you need to take this call. They broke the code."
"Shit. What time is it?" He sat up, holding his head. Too much scotch last night.
"3:34 am."
"Have them meet me in my office at four." With that, he stumbled into the shower while I called and arranged his limo.
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Ridiculously Early, Ootori Conglomeration CEO Office:
"Report," I snapped, walking into my office. This had better be worth it. It's way too fucking early. I'd only just gone to bed.
The head of the team stepped forward and said, "You were correct, the code is tied to the stock reports in the Tokyo Daily newspaper."
He used his phone to project copies of the bills and how they linked to the stock reports.
"The key was the first six characters. They stood for the date of the paper to use. After cracking the dates, we found the stock reports from those days and translated the text. Different stocks were used, based on the seventh character."
He forwarded to the next slide. It listed several bills in date order and what they read.
"These are the most pertinent. Several bills were duplicates."
Tip school paper gender
Worst rumors you can think of
Follow and report
Birthday, Feb 4
Look like an accident
I want her dead
Payment per usual
Haru. Yoshio targeted Haru.
The glass of water I was drinking flew across the room, and everyone ducked.
"I want to be on a plane to Brazil in less than an hour."
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Ouran Hallway Between Classes:
"This is the last day you have to push me, Kaoru. Starting tomorrow, no more wheelchair."
BANG!
My head whipped around and saw someone had dropped her book. "Idiot."
"Haruhi, what's wrong?" Hika asked.
Her face was pale, practically translucent. Looking down at her clenched fist, her breathing was heavy, and I saw sweat break out on the back of her neck.
"Haruhi?"
Slowly her breathing regulated, and she seemed to be counting.
In a couple minutes, she said, "I'm fine. Let's get to class."
We didn't make it.
"Kaoru get me to a restroom. NOW!"
I spun and ran to the closest one. I didn't give a shit who could have been in there, I pushed her through the door, and she dove for a stall. Then retching.
I got a cold, wet towel and placed it on the back of her neck. She doesn't have enough hair to hold back. Once Hika realized what was going on, he stood guard at the door.
"Haruhi?"
The only answer was more dry heaving.
This is worse than I thought.
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She's almost at the edge. Once or twice more maybe, and she'll collapse. This is so much fun. Bitch.
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Haruhi made us promise not to tell any of the others, and we made her promise to get some help.
She didn't eat much lunch and was distracted in class. She didn't host, instead going home to rest.
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Ootori Jet, Over the Pacific:
This is all my father's fault. It all started with her beating that grade and mushroomed from there.
And now I find out that he targeted her. He basically put a hit out on her.
Yoshio paid someone to kill Haru.
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Phone call between Kyoya and BOS (Black Onion Squad):
Kyoya: "What?"
BOS: "Sir, we've translated some of the personal papers and are sending them via email."
Kyoya: "Good. Keep going."
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Phone call to Brazil:
Kyoya: "I'm on my way. Hose him down and get him ready for questions."
Brazil: "Yes, Sir."
Kyoya: "I'll be there in about eighteen hours."
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Phone call to Kasanoda:
Kasanoda: "What the fuck do you want, Ootori?"
Kyoya: "Yoshio ordered the car wreck. He was targeting Haru."
Kasanoda: "Stop calling her Haru, dickhead."
Kyoya: "Did you hear what I said! My father ordered the wreck."
Kasanoda: "I heard you, you motherfucker!"
Kyoya: "You need to change your strategy. Now that we know who's behind this, it narrows down your suspect pool."
Kasanoda: "If it was anyone except Haruhi, I'd tell you to clean up your own fucking mess."
Kyoya: "What are you going to do?"
Kasanoda: "What you don't have the balls to do. I'll find them and deal with them. No one will ever find the bodies."
And I hung up on that asshole. His fucking father! I'll bet Shinobu wants in on this.
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Twenty-four-hour flight. I'm going to bed after this drink.
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Morinozuka Lounge:
"Thank you for coming, Naoto-san, and thank you for bringing Ryo. She's so sweet."
"As an adult, I thought she'd be easier to handle than the puppies. We retired her after her last litter. She's a pet in our home now and not near as active anymore."
I watched Haruhi-san run her fingers through Ryo's fur as they sat on the sofa. I sat in a chair next to her end.
Something was off. She's holding Ryo like a lifeline.
"How have you been? Is school going well?"
Her fingers continued to run through Ryo's fir, as she looked into the dog's eyes.
"Haruhi-san?"
"I'm sorry Naoto-san. My mind drifted." She settled Ryo more firmly on her lap, then answered, "School is going well, thank you."
"I had to go to the pet store yesterday and saw your biscuit giveaway. Looked popular."
"It was an accident I found out about International Dog Biscuit day, but once I knew, I handed it over to the marketing department. They did a good job."
They did. People were buying those biscuits like crazy. I can't afford the fancy treats, but I do feed my dogs her brand of food.
"Congratulations. That must be encouraging."
"Hmm."
We sat quietly for a while before I spoke up, "I'm excited about the dog show March third. It's been a while since I've been to a smaller one."
Animation came back into her face as she talked about the sponsorship package they had, and the plans for a marketing booth.
"Sounds like you'll be busy. You are saving some time to just wander through the show, right? That's the best way to make contacts and get the feel of the show. I'd be glad to walk you through."
"Thank you. An escort that knows the ins and outs is appreciated."
Ryo picked that moment to stand up and lick her face. I was treated to a bell like laugh that rang through the room. Haven't heard that enough lately and never on the phone.
"What do you enjoy doing for fun, Haruhi-san?"
She tilted her head and thought for a moment. She must still be deep in grief if she can't answer that right away.
"I like to read." It came out almost like a question.
"Anything that we could do together? Like maybe go see a movie?"
"Movie?" That puzzled look. It's like I'm speaking a foreign language.
"Sure. What kind do you like?"
"Mystery, suspense. I'm not a big fan of comedy movies. They tend to cater to the lowest common denominator."
"There's a new courtroom drama out. Wanna go Tuesday?"
It took her a minute, but she did answer yes.
"Great. I'll text you over the weekend to work out the details."
"Thanks Naoto-san. Getting away from reality, even for a short time, will be helpful."
I reached over and put my hand on top of hers, feeling Ryo's fur through her fingers. "Anytime. I'm happy to help you escape."
"Maybe we could take Ryo to a dog park sometime."
"Ryo might not be the best choice, but I know others of mine that would be. Are you still considering expanding into dog parks?"
"Legal and marketing are doing research. I'll have a feasibility report by the beginning of April."
"Meanwhile, you and I should check out your competition. I have a couple older puppies that I've kept for breeding. They'd be great to run off some energy."
She offered me another cup of tea, but I poured and topped off her cup too. That cast really limits her movements.
By the time Ryo started to get restless and needing to go outside, I could tell she was getting tired. Good timing.
I stood up and gathered Roy's stuff, putting her into a crate.
"Thank you for the evening, Haruhi-san. It was good to catch up."
"I'm not sure how much catching up we had to do. We spoke on the phone a couple days ago."
"Yes, but this time you could pet Ryo."
"True," she smiled and walked me to the door.
"I'll talk to you this weekend about Tuesday."
"Alright. Goodnight." And she waved as I got into my car.
Sweet girl. I'm glad we're getting closer.
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"Satoshi! What are you doing?"
"Shhhh, Mitsukuni. I don't want Haruhi-senpai to know I've been listening."
"You were spying on Haru-chan? Why?"
"That dog breeder Yoshida Naoto was just here. He brought another dog over for her and they talked a lot."
"How sweet. I wish I'd come home sooner, but I needed to be with my study group."
"Yeah, the dog was sweet, but he asked her out to the movies."
His smile fell fast, and a small part of black honey peeked out. "Like a date?"
"I guess it could go either way."
"We need to keep an eye on him."
"Satoshi," Taka got my attention as he walked into the dining room. "It's time to go."
"Yeah. My stuff's already in the car."
"Good luck Takashi. Good luck Satoshi."
"Thanks, Mitsukuni! We'll bring home gold and silver!"
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Haruhi's Room:
"Daddy!"
"Daddy!"
What is that? Who's yelling?
"Daddy! No!"
It's Haruhi, I realize and jump out of bed, rushing to her room. Didn't even think before I opened her door and ran for her.
"Daddy?"
The blankets have tied her down, she's thrashed so much. Tears are streaming down her face.
"Haruhi-senpai?" I say gently as I reach out to touch her shoulder.
"Daddy?"
I shook her and raised my voice, "Haruhi-senpai!"
Her scream hurt my ears as she sat up with a jerk, and her eyes flew open.
"Haruhi-senpai?"
Her eyes finally focused on me. "Chika," she whispered. I had to strain to hear her.
"Yes, Haruhi-senpai, it's me. You were having a nightmare."
I sat on the bed and pulled her into my arms the way I'd seen Mitsukuni do it in the hospital. I played with her hair as she tried to control her breathing. The sobbing went on forever.
I'm not good at this.
"I saw Dad get shot. I couldn't move. I couldn't help them. I was tied up. I couldn't move."
She was rambling now, and I let her while continuing to play with her hair. At least the tears had stopped.
"Haruhi-senpai, it was just a dream."
"But it's not. Dad's gone, and he's not coming back."
Her small voice was like a knife in my chest. How do you help someone who's lost their only parent?
"You're right, he's not coming back, but you're safe here with us. You don't have to be afraid."
"I'm afraid of losing myself in this big house, in this new life. I don't feel like me anymore. Where's Haruhi, Chika? I don't even think like I used to."
"Shhhh," I said as I moved my hand to rub her back. "You're right here. Haruhi-senpai isn't gone, you're just going through a huge change in your life. It's who you are that will get you through this. You won't get lost. I won't let you. I'll find you anywhere."
Those huge, glassy eyes looked up into mine. "Thank you, Chika."
Soon, it all caught up with her, and she fell asleep, exhausted. I didn't want to wake her up, so I stayed and fell asleep too.
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Friday, February 25 – School Holiday:
Early Morning, Morinozuka Estate:
"Aunt Umeko, I need to speak with you."
"Yes, Chika?"
"Haruhi-senpai had a nightmare last night. Her yelling woke me up, and I went to her room. She cried on my shoulder and said she was worried about losing herself in this new life.
"She needs help."
"I've got a doctor lined up to see her as soon as she wants to go. I'll try to hurry her along today while we're out."
"Thank you. I'm worried about her."
"We all are."
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Haruhi's Room:
"Haruhi-chan?" I walked into her room through the open door. She was studying at the desk and turned around.
"Good morning, Umeko-san."
"You have to be happy that you're no longer in that wheelchair and the hospital bed will be going."
"Yes. Very."
"That brings up something we haven't talked about. You need all new bedroom furniture and decorations."
Her eyes went wide while her face paled. The boys weren't kidding when they said she hates shopping. "New furniture? What's wrong with what's in here now?"
"With the hospital bed going, you'll obviously need a replacement. All the rest of this was borrowed from other rooms in the house. I'm sure you'd like to make yourself comfortable in your space."
"I suppose…"
"Wonderful. We'll leave in about two hours. We'll have lunch out and then find you a bedroom set, a desk, bookshelves, loveseat, chair, coffee table, rugs, paintings, curtains, and anything else you want."
"Thank you," she said as I walked out of the room, getting more excited to shop by the minute.
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I'll do this for her. They welcomed me into their home, and I can't seem ungrateful. I'll do this for her.
I called Tanaki-san to tell him I wouldn't be there today.
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Fancypants Rich Bastard Furniture Store:
Not only did Umeko-san take me out for lunch, but she picked a five-star restaurant and then asked me to pay with the family card. I've never spent the equivalent of our rent on a lunch.
Now, we're strolling around a furniture store. But not just any furniture store. One that caters to the elite. One that she had to make an appointment with a personal shopper.
I've fallen through the rabbit hole.
"Haruhi-chan, what do you think of this one?"
"It's nice." Nice? It belongs in a palace. The antique sofa, chair, and table would be the perfect place for royalty to have tea, and she wants to put it in my bedroom as a seating area.
The worst part about this place is there are no price tags. What do they say? If you have to ask, you can't afford it. The air in here is too expensive for me.
"Maybe something more modern," Umeko-san said, and the personal shopper led us to another area.
"This is the set that Takashi has in his room, but his is dark brown."
It looks like something Mori-senpai would have. Clean, simple lines. Not overly flashy or decorative.
I sat down in the chair. "It's comfortable."
The personal shopper showed us all the colors it comes in and I chose a dove gray. It seemed peaceful. A black, wood coffee table was recommended to go with it.
"Now for your bedroom set!"
Umeko-san is enjoying this entirely too much.
I was shown several sets with fancy 4-post beds or with a full frame and bed curtains.
The look in my eyes must have been obvious. "Too ornate, aren't they?"
"Yes, I prefer simplicity and clean lines."
I heard the professional shopper mumble, "Her choice of seating area should have tipped me off." And then we were off to another part of the store.
I found what they called a 'sleigh bed' that was nice. I learned that a bed with only a metal frame was not acceptable. I needed a head and foot board. Why, I have no idea. The set had nightstands, a dresser, and a jewelry armoire. I tried to tell her I only had three simple necklaces and my mother's wedding ring, but she waived me off. I didn't like the spark of mischief I saw in her eyes.
By the time we were done, we had more furniture than Dad and I had in the entire apartment. The total was three times what my father made in a year, and Umeko-san handed over her credit card like she was buying dinner at a ramen stand.
We bought curtains, pillows, sheets, blankets, and throw rugs at the next store. I had decided on a color scheme with all furniture in gray, and the accents in different shades of blue. I knew I didn't want pink. There's nothing wrong with it. It's just not my color.
She wanted to buy art for the walls and shelves, but I asked if we could get that through Tamaki-senpai's gallery. It will take some time, but that's best for me. Who knows when I'll get used to all this?
As we got back into the limo, I couldn't help but smile at Umeko-san. She had so much fun today shopping for my furniture, and it wasn't just enjoying shopping, she enjoyed it for me. I think she's enjoying bringing me into their world, introducing it to me.
I should do my best to enjoy it with her, but I'm not there yet. Although, that desk is really nice.
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During the ride home I decided I had to talk to Haruhi-chan about her mental health.
It was surprising how she opened up and told me about the nightmare, her reaction to loud noises, and how she feels lost. About halfway through, I pulled her into my arms and hugged her.
By the time we were home, she'd agreed to an appointment with our doctor.
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Brazil Black Onion Squad Nuthouse/Prison:
I stood watching Yoshio through the one-way glass. They'd done exactly as I'd asked and hosed him down. After what he's done, he deserves to live in his own filth in a small box. I don't want to put up with the smell as I talk to him.
He's pacing and mumbling, as his keepers reported. He looks like shit. I'm pleased with his treatment.
"Good morning, Yoshio-jukeisha," I said as I walked up to him (1). He was behind plexiglass. I didn't want him spitting at me.
"How dare you!"
"Oh, I dare. After the way you've been treated, you ask me if I have any compunction about how I address you? You've truly lost your mind."
"Why are you here, you little shit?"
"Do you know what February 4th is?"
A smile slowly appeared on his face, showing revolting, gray teeth. "That bitch's birthday. Did she get my present?"
"She didn't. Her father did."
"Maybe she'll die of grief."
No matter what he says, I will not react. I will not let him win. I will not let him break me.
"Don't you want to know how I know? I found the money. I broke your code."
"Wasn't that hard. What took you so long? Is she still getting better grades than you?"
I stared at him as the seconds ticked by. In his condition, there's no way he'll keep quiet for long.
"Have you fucked her yet?" He stared at me and then smiled. "You haven't. Can I get a taste?"
"You don't deserve to know about your daughter-in-law to be, but I'll tell you anyway. I want to see the look on your face. We're getting married. She'll be Ootori Haruhi and will give me my heirs. Heirs that you will never see."
"You're ruining the Ootori name with that whore. What will the board do when they find out?"
"They've approved. Everyone's approved."
"Liar!" The spittle flew from his mouth and splattered against the plexiglass. Truly repulsive.
Of course, I'm lying to him. I want to torture him as much as possible.
"There are no merits for lying to you. You brought all this on yourself. You're to blame for everything."
Now, I'll ask the question I've wanted to for a long time…
"Are you to blame for Mother's death?"
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Random Manga Store:
"What an amazing idea, Tamaki-kun! A tour of manga and anime museums and stores in Tokyo."
I smiled at my wonderful Renge-chan. She's so beautiful when she's happy. I want to make her happy every day and every night for the rest of our lives. I must check with Father about the marriage contract negotiation. My graduation party is the perfect place to propose.
"Look over here, Tamaki-kun," she squealed as she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the other side of the store. "They have cosplay costumes for everything! I have to get some."
I'd brought in an assistant to purchase and take our things to the limo. At the rate we were finding things, I should have brought two.
"Look! Picture booths. We can dress in cosplay and get pictures. Let's go!"
The smile on my face clearly said, 'Anything for you, Renge-chan'.
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Edo-Tokyo Museum:
"This is perfect for our history project, Kaoru-kun. The models of Edo Castle and the Districts is so detailed. We should have no problem with our report."
We were walking around the Edo-Tokyo museum, gathering as much information as we could find about that period for a history report. We'd chosen to do a 'day in the life' of five types of citizens.
"Look over there, Naoko-chan. That section shows a marketplace."
We were holding hands, strolling through the museum, taking pictures with our phones, and making notes for the project. Even being with him doing homework is wonderful.
I thought back to the limo ride on Wednesday and drifted off.
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I could tell Naoko-chan was in another world, probably thinking about that limo ride. It was amazing, but I had other things on my mind. Like Haruhi getting sick just because someone dropped a book, or the way she freaks out when someone mentions Ootori.
Are we doing enough to help her adjust? And then there's what Satoshi told us last night. Haruhi's going on a date with that dog breeder guy. He's got to be at least six years older than her. Maybe more.
But how do we not let her go? She's our friend, and we don't control her or own her. She can do what she wants. It's only a movie.
"Kaoru-kun?"
"Sorry. I was thinking about Haruhi's date next week." I'd told Naoko-chan about it in the limo ride to the museum.
"I wouldn't worry about it. She broke up with Kyoya-senpai last fall and recently lost her father. She's not thinking of romance. Probably doesn't even see this as a date."
"I worry about her. She's vulnerable."
"I'll talk to her during girl's day. Maybe I can get her perspective on the 'date'. She sees him as a friend, nothing more. I'm sure about it. Don't worry."
"Alright. Look. There's a model of a typical home."
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Public Library:
"This formula is incorrect."
I looked carefully at the problem Gorou-senpai was helping me with. "No wonder. I can't believe I wrote it down wrong."
After my shopping trip with Umeko-san, I needed a dose of commoner life, so I called Gorou-senpai and asked if he could meet me at the public library to help with my physics while I'd go over some of his English work. We didn't have too much time. I had to be back to the Morinozuka Estate for dinner.
"It happens. Some of the formulas are complex." He gave me a sympathetic smile and I cringed. I'm not that much of a pity case, am I?
After correcting the formula, the rest of the assignment went smoothly.
"You're punctuating the dialog wrong," I pointed out as I went through a translation for him. "The commas go inside the quotation marks."
"Thanks. I thought it looked wrong."
I recommended some grammar books, and he suggested a website that showed how to break down the physics problems I was working on.
"So, how are you doing, Fujioka-san?"
I knew he meant Dad, but I don't want to talk about it.
"Fine. Still adjusting."
It was getting close to when I needed to leave when he asked if I wanted to go to dinner. Commoner ramen sounds good right now.
"I'd like to, but I'm expected back for dinner."
At this point, Eiji leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It's no problem to let them know you won't be there. They will understand." He'd been sitting with us the entire time, and the other security was stationed around the library. I feel like I'm in jail sometimes. "I can call back and let them know you won't be there."
"On second thought, I'd like that."
"Great. I know a tasty ramen shop in walking distance."
"Sounds good."
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She's better than the funeral, which is to be expected, but still seems lost and alone. Dinner is the least I can do.
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Manga/Anime Store in Tokyo:
Our next stop was Toranoana in Akihabara. I'd read about it, and this was the perfect time to check it out.
"Tamaki-kun, I'm so excited. This store is famous for selling doujinshi."
"I'm not familiar with that term."
"They're self-published manga or novels. You can find things here you can't get anywhere else. I've wanted to come here for a while but wanted company."
"I'm happy to escort you, my princess."
I took his arm, and we walked inside. Two hours later, I'd bought one of almost everything in the store. Tamaki-kun had to call a second car.
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Brazil Black Onion Squad Nuthouse/Prison:
A horrible, sadistic grin spread across Yoshio's face. "I killed your mother. She'd stopped being fun to torture. I'd broken her, and she completely shut down after you were born. I couldn't stand her anymore."
Fuck. I knew it but didn't want to believe it. I barely knew her, but I remember the haunted look in her eyes and the way she flinched when he came near her. I was too young to understand at the time.
"And now you're going to marry that slut and ruin the company. You bastard!"
His face was bright red, and his chest was heaving.
"I'm clearly not, as you just confirmed you and Mother were married when I was born," I said calmly, not letting him get to me. My stomach was spinning after his confession. I hope I make it out of here without getting sick.
"You think I'm done with her? Never!" He grabbed his left arm and didn't stop shouting. "You'll never marry her. Ever. I won't allow it. I'll kill you both before I'm done."
As the shouting continued, he grabbed his chest and collapsed on the floor. Heart attack?
I stopped the orderlies from entering. I wanted him dead.
"If you think the fourth was the end, you're an idiot," he gasped. "There's more to come. They won't rest until she's dead."
His last words to me were, "You can't get away from me, you little shit. You disgrace of a third son."
Yoshio's dead. I should be happy, but now I must protect Haru even more.
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Hitachiin Lounge:
"We are now live with Hitachiin Kaoru, the son of famous fashion designer Hitachiin Yuzuha. He's launching his own line and has granted us an interview tonight."
The interviewer turned and my son appeared on the screen. They did a good job on the makeup. He looked perfect.
His father and I are watching the interview from home. I didn't want to overshadow him by going to the TV studio.
"Hitachiin-san…"
"Please call me Kaoru."
"Kaoru-san, you've designed a new businesswoman line. Please tell us about it."
He smiled, looking at the camera. The coaching I gave him is working.
"As I'm sure your viewers are aware, being a businesswoman in Japan is difficult due to our culture. Appearance is very important. I wanted to give every woman access to well-designed business suits and other clothes such as blouses, slacks, scarves, etc."
"Interesting. How did you come up with the idea?"
"Through several friends and acquaintances who mentioned their choices were made cheaply and didn't last like they should. My line is quality through and through. Most doesn't have to be dry-cleaned and all of it resists stains. It's durable and well-constructed."
"We have a copy of one of the ads coming out Sunday."
The picture of Haruhi-chan in a power suit appeared. She's standing in front of a table full of men giving them a presentation. It's the best picture of the entire campaign so far.
"Care to comment, Kaoru-san?"
He took a deep breath and smiled. "Of course. This business suit was one of the first designed. It radiates power and confidence."
"I've been told the picture on the wall is important. Please explain."
"That picture was drawn by a young girl who participates in an art program through the Living Dreams charity. They work with orphanages and provide art, computer, and sports activities for the kids. What they do is critical to our next generation."
"Do all your ads have a charity tie-in?"
"Yes, they do. I believe, as a member of one of more fortunate families in Japan, it's my responsibility to give back. To help my fellow citizens that aren't as fortunate. A percentage of the profits will benefit each charity, and a portion of clothing will be donated to organizations helping women find employment."
Well said, Kaoru. You're doing great.
"The model in this ad is gorgeous. She's unnamed in your promotional package. Who is she?"
"She's an average citizen. I wanted to show the clothing being worn by the target audience. Because she is not part of the model lifestyle, we are keeping her anonymous. And, before you ask, she has an exclusive contract with Hitachiin Fashion."
"Interesting and mysterious. Please watch for the ads in Sunday's fashion magazines and for the line to debut later this spring."
They stood and the interviewer bowed to Kaoru. "Thank you for granting us the interview, Kaoru-san. We wish you good fortune in your endeavor."
"Thank you."
And they went to commercial.
"He was great, wasn't he Yuzuha?"
"Perfect. Those clothes should fly off the shelf."
"How long do you think it will be before Haruhi's identified?"
"Before the first fashion show. I know Kaoru thinks he can keep her anonymous, but there's no chance."
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Late Evening, Morinozuka Koi Pond:
"It's in the trillions!" I said, shocked at the Morinozuka's net worth. I'd never looked before. It wasn't important. It isn't important now except I think I understand better why paying forty thousand yen for a dinner is a normal meal.
That's why my new furniture didn't even cause a blink. They even had it all delivered this afternoon. I'll be sleeping in my new bed tonight.
I decided not to look up the rest of the host club families. I don't care about their money. I never have.
But now I know. What other charities or causes can I expose them to? No one should have this much money and not give back. I know the guys do now, but what about the families themselves.
"Haruhi-senpai?"
Chika sat down on the bench next to me. Fortunately, I'd had enough time to hide the app I was using.
"Hello, Chika."
"Did you see Kaoru-senpai's interview?"
"I streamed it," I said as I held up my phone. "He did well. They asked about me. I wasn't expecting that."
"Get used to it. Once you're recognized, security will have to beat them back with a stick."
"A stick," I mumbled, and he laughed.
"It's an expression, Haruhi-senpai. They won't use an actual stick, just politely ask them to leave you alone. That is, unless you want to give autographs."
"Autographs? Could my life get any stranger?"
"Careful what you say. Anything can happen."
I rolled my eyes and he chuckled.
The next few minutes passed in silence until he asked, "How are you doing after last night?"
"Better. Your aunt has arranged a doctor's appointment for my anxiety."
I heard him sigh and looked at him through the corner of my eye. "That's good to hear. You've been upset and too quiet lately, and then you have these panic attacks. You can't do everything on your own, Haruhi-senpai. Sometimes help is necessary."
"It's hard to ask for."
"Of course, it is." He took my hand and laced our fingers. "You're a strong, independent young woman who can do anything you set your mind to. However, everything you want to do requires help in some way. You can't grow your company without your employees, can't go to law school without financial assistance, no matter what form it is, can't heal your arm without a doctor. Everything requires help. We don't life in a vacuum."
I'd never thought of it that way.
"Speaking of help, what are you going to do with your investment account?"
"It was a shock to get it and the investments are over my head."
"I'm going to my financial advisor next week. You should come along and meet with yours. I'm sure he can go through it with you, and if you aren't comfortable with any investment, he can move it."
"Thanks, Chika. I hate not understanding something."
"Anytime, Haruhi-senpai."
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xXx
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Saturday, February 26:
Somewhere over the Pacific:
He killed my mother. That asshole killed my mother. He denied me ever knowing her, ever being with her.
He ruined her, broke her, and tortured her.
I wish he wasn't dead so I could kill him.
I put my fork down and pushed my plate away. I'm not hungry anymore. Everything tastes like ash.
This jet. Looking around I'm surrounded by leather, crystal, the best electronics, fresh flowers, thick carpeting, and gold hardware. The engines cannot be heard, the view is second to none, and the scent of flowers mixed with high-end leather is so aromatic. Nothing but the best for the Ootori family.
I'd give everything up to have my mother and Haru back.
Haru. Yoshio died threatening her. He said there was more coming, that they wouldn't stop until she was dead. Kasanoda and Morinozuka-san will have to be told. Kasanoda so he can find the ones that Yoshio hired. Morinozuka-san so he can protect Haru.
Will she be his now? Have I lost her to him? That amazing girl being wasted on the heir to the Morinozuka family. A lower family than the Ootori's in every way.
That murderer is in the hold in a casket he doesn't deserve. I should have thrown him into the Amazon to be eaten by the fish, never to be found.
Unfortunately, I can't do that. I must clean him up and get a Japanese death certificate for him. Then there will be a huge, political, open casket funeral where I will have to play the son in mourning.
Fuck.
Where's the scotch?
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xXx
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Changing Room at Watanabe Spa:
"Now that everyone's here, we can start this day of pampering," Naoko said.
For today, we all decided to drop all the honorifics and relax. We're all young women who deserve some pampering.
"Cho are you with us?" someone asked me.
"Yes, just lost in thought."
"Here are the dressing rooms," Naoko said, escorting us in. It's her family's spa and she's acting as hostess.
"We have a full day of glamor scheduled today, ladies, but no one should feel rushed. Relax and enjoy. We'll start off with a steam then hydrotherapy. After lunch, a full body scrub and massage. Then a break for refreshments before nails and hair.
Be prepared to be here all day."
We all changed into puffy, pink robes and slippers. Haruhi didn't look excited at all.
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xXx
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Hitachiin Estate:
"Kaoru, you were wonderful last night. Why are you worried about tomorrow?"
I'd come down late for breakfast, as is usual for our family. Saturday is always a brunch day. Mom could tell I was nervous right away.
"Last night was an entertainment show. I've done dozens of them over the years as your model. Tomorrow is a business and economic show. Completely different audience and topic. The questions will be different."
"They will, but your answers will be the same. Turn their question into the question you want to answer. You control the interview, not them. If the question is stupid or assumes something that isn't true, don't answer. Reword it and move on with what you want to say."
"What if they keep pressing?"
"Kaoru, honey, you've given countless interviews. You know what to do. Why are you so worried?"
"It's my line. I created it. I've got my reputation riding on it."
"Same as last night. Don't let a different venue get to you. Before this is done, you'll be doing interviews for anything and everything, especially since it's a commoner line."
Shit. Hadn't thought of that. I'll be doing interviews for all kinds of commoner entertainment and news outlets.
"Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?" I mumbled, dropping my head into my hands.
"Watch your language. You can't mess up and say that on TV."
"I know," I said, still mumbling through my fingers.
She stood up, walked over, and ran her fingers through my hair. "Your line will be a tremendous success. Never doubt it. Just be yourself and advertise it with confidence."
I caught her eyes and said, "Thanks, Mom. You're the best."
"Damn right."
"Language!"
Hika heard our laughter as he walked in.
"Good. At least he's not moping anymore."
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xXx
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Watanabe Spa:
I couldn't go into the steam room because of my broken arm. The doctor was worried about aggravating it. Renge stayed out with me in one of the lounges.
One of the lounges. This place might as well be a royal palace to the rich and spoiled. Private dining areas, individual changing rooms with lockers, fancy drinks and nibbles everywhere (including fancy tuna), and way too happy ladies waiting on your every whim.
I'm so uncomfortable here. I don't know what I'm doing.
"Haruhi, calm down. No one here is going to do anything to you that you're not comfortable with. Everything on the schedule is a choice. You can even sit the whole thing out and read your phone all day, though I don't recommend it."
I stared at Renge, "Then why am I even here?"
"You weren't forced. Somewhere in there, you knew coming would be a good thing for you, if for no other reason than to hang out with us, or to get away from the mansion."
"I guess."
"Stop pouting and go with it. Here's your chance to figure out if you enjoy any of this beauty stuff."
"I've had a massage before."
"Yes, and you loved it."
"I didn't hate it."
"Stop hedging. You enjoyed it. So what? That doesn't destroy your reputation at all. Definitely not with us."
"Fine," I huffed. "I feel so girly."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Look at me, Renge. I'm not a girly girl."
"So what? That doesn't make you any less of a girl, than me being a girly girl makes me any more of a girl."
She leaned forward and put her hand on my knee. "We're both girls. The spectrum is big enough to encompass us all. We're both different from Cho who is very different from Shinobu, who is not like Yuki at all. We're all girls. Nothing else matters as long as we're true to ourselves and have fun."
"But…"
"How does being here make you feel untrue to yourself? Is it the commoner/elite thing or is it about being a certain type of girl?"
I thought about it for a few minutes. Being with the other girls doesn't bother me. "It's the money."
"And the girly girl part?"
"I guess I never had the money to pamper myself like this."
"And now you can. Where's the problem?"
She's making me think this through, which is a good thing.
I waved my hands around, saying, "It's just so much."
"Haruhi," she sighed, "you took anthropology last year, right?"
"Yes. I was in your class."
"Every culture is different. Yes, we're all part of Japanese culture, but there's also the difference between elite and commoner culture. Something you worked hard to show us during the challenge last year. You're seeing the elite culture now, but keep in mind, there are thousands of spas and hot springs in Japan and not all of them are for the elite. Go into any store and you'll see dozens of beauty products. There was an entire aisle in the 100-yen store. People of any economic class can pamper themselves. This is just how we do it sometimes."
She narrowed her eyes at me and continued, "You also might want to be careful of becoming a snob."
"A snob? Me?" I snorted.
"Yes, a commoner snob. Just as some of the elite feel they are better than the commoners because they have money, some commoners can feel they are better than the elite because they don't. When it comes down to it, we're all people. We may not understand how others live, but until we do, we shouldn't look down on their lifestyle. You've never done that to us. Don't start now."
I looked out the floor to ceiling windows and across Tokyo Bay and thought about what she'd said. I understand why getting used to this new lifestyle is difficult, but why am I resisting so much. I'm here now, and it's not changing.
I read the guardianship agreement. The Morinozuka's will be my guardians until I'm married. They'll be responsible for me even after I'm an adult, through funding college, law school, and my day-to-day needs during school, just like they'll be doing for Mori-senpai and Satoshi. I won't be kicked out as soon as I'm an adult.
I don't want to forget who I am, who my parents were, but I also won't be ungrateful to the Morinozuka's. This is what Dad wanted.
"Alright, but I have no idea what I'm doing. What do I need to know for today?"
"That's better," Renge smiled and plunged into a rich bastard lesson. Guess I'm one today.
When she was done, my mind was swirling with information about what to do for each treatment, when and how much to tip, the help the ladies here will give me, what to eat and drink before each session, and a bunch of stuff I would have never thought of.
This trip will be expensive, and Renge told me I'd be paying for myself, which I knew already. Now I shouldn't get such sticker shock. It's going to be half of what I paid for Dad's car.
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Hydrotherapy:
Next stop is hydrotherapy. I've never been to a spa like this or tried some of this really fancy shit. My massage therapist comes to the Syndicate compound for Mom and me. So does the manicurist. We go out for our hair.
Shit. I've missed half of what the therapist said.
"Now that you've all changed into your swim ware, you'll be getting into this pool behind me. There are places for each of you to lie down and enjoy the jets. This water is pH balanced and full of minerals to moisturize your skin."
So, it's basically a big hot tub with places to lay out and chill. And this is different how?
"We'll be serving cold juice to replenish your electrolytes after your steam. Please enjoy."
After we all got in and found a spot, I asked about Haruhi's cast.
"It's a 3D printed cast that can get wet. Apparently, Honey-senpai wanted them to do it in pink, but Umeko-san talked him out of it."
"Handy."
"So, Shinobu," Naoko got my attention, "how are you and Kasanoda doing?"
"Fine." What does she want me to do? Spill everything?
"Come on, you can do better than that."
Apparently, she does. "He's fun, annoying, crazy, thoughtful, weird, handsome, kinda a jerk, interesting, and we have a lot in common. We're having fun together."
"And how far have the two of you gone?"
Oh, so we're spilling those secrets. Nope. Not me. Not first. "As far as I'm comfortable with," I said with a glare. Maybe she'll turn to someone else.
"Cho, what about you and Honey-senpai? How serious is it?"
She started giggling. How can I enjoy being around someone as silly as she is? Who knows, but I do. There's something so refreshingly normal about this group. None of them will ever be told to kill someone.
"Honey-kun is so sweet. I can see us spending the rest of our lives together. Everything we do is perfect. We have so much in common, and he's even kissed me twice!"
Really? Now I definitely don't want to talk about how far Asshole and I have gone.
"I'm so happy for you," Keiko said. She and Mori-senpai aren't dating, so she shouldn't have to answer any of these stupid questions.
Then she turned it back around. "Naoko, what about you? You don't just get to ask questions here."
Damn fucking right. It's your turn, Naoko.
"Kaoru and I are doing great. He's taken me dancing at an underage club, which it turns out Mori-senpai owns. We went to a museum yesterday for a class project we're working on together. Plus," she lowered her voice and leaned forward, "he's got the best set of abs I've ever seen." Her face was red, but it could have been from the water, I guess.
"And, just how do you know that?" Renge smirked.
"We've had some fun in the back of his limo."
"How much fun?" I couldn't help asking. Turnabout is fair play.
Now I know why her face is red. "Not that much fun."
"Hmmmm," I answered. Interesting.
"What about you, Renge," Yuki asked. She looked cute today with a yellow bikini. I think she's the only one I've ever known that yellow looks good on.
"I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone else. Not even your boyfriends."
Everyone nodded. Is she fucking pregnant? Shit…
"Our fathers are negotiating a marriage contract."
"Fuck!" It slipped out. "Oops." That's as close as I'm going to get to an apology.
"That's so romantic," Cho whispered.
That's when we heard the first from Haruhi. "What kind of contract?"
I saw the look Renge gave her and knew it was because of the contract that fucker Ootori gave her. It was full of sorrow and confidence at the same time. How the hell did she do that?
"I haven't seen it yet, but with my father in the negotiations, I'm not worried. Tamaki-kun and I will both see it first and have input. His father isn't going to do to Tamaki-kun what his mother did to him."
"Good," Haruhi mumbled and went back to playing with the see-through lace that went from her bikini top to her bottoms, making it a one-piece. Royal blue. My guess is Kaoru-san designed it.
Renge looked around and zeroed in on Yuki. She's the only one left out so far. Well, expect for Haruhi, but we all know not to ask her.
"What about you, Yuki?"
She sighed, "I've always known Father would arranged a marriage for me, so Hikaru and I have stayed friends, although we have kissed a couple of times before I pulled back. It was sweet, but not a good idea.
"I found out a week or so ago that Father will have a contract for me before the end of spring and will announce at an engagement party in the summer."
"Do you know who?" Haruhi asked.
"It's not finalized, and I don't want to ruin it for father, so I'd rather not say." She turned away and looked out the window. Doesn't look like she likes the guy.
I know Dad and Kasanoda-sama are working on an arranged marriage for us, but at least I can tolerate Ritsu.
"Alright, ladies," the attendant broke in, "this treatment is over. We need to get you out before you prune. Lunch is ready as soon as you shower and change back into your robes.
Please leave your swim ware in the entrance of the changing lounge, and they will be laundered for you."
I think I have to agree with the look on Haruhi's face. This place is too much.
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Body Scrub (done in rooms that hold two):
Renge and Keiko:
"So, why are you and Mori-senpai just friends, Keiko?"
"We had chemistry, just not enough. When I watched him with Haruhi, I knew those two were meant to be together."
"They do make a good couple," I muttered as my back was being scrubbed. It felt so good, like a body polish.
"I was trying to push him towards her before the accident but have stopped now. Having some guy, even Mori-senpai, trying to date her is the last thing Haruhi needs right now."
"True. She has so much on her mind between her company, classes, the Host Club, integrating her life with the Morinozuka's, and, of course, her father's death."
"Renge, you know her better than I do. How's she doing?"
"She's overwhelmed by her new lifestyle. Today is almost trial by fire. I'm expecting her to have a fit when she sees the total."
"Why? This spa is reasonable for the services."
"You have to remember she's used to spending a lot less than we are. Her idea of splurging and spoiling herself was to buy fresh strawberries. When she was living with her father, especially before she owned the company, there were days they ate just rice so they could keep the heat on."
"Wow."
"She lived in a whole different world and is trying to adjust. The bill today will likely be more money than she's ever spent in one day.
"That's why the charities we donate to are so important to her. When her mother died, Haruhi and her father had to go to a food bank. She volunteers there when she can."
"Sounds like a big adjustment."
"It's huge. We need to help by continuing to support the charities and introducing her to this life, so she understands how to navigate it. I haven't even started to talk to her about the political aspects. We'll need to start talking about that before her first major event with the Morinozuka's."
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Haruhi and Yuki:
I really want to talk to her about Kyoya-senpai. There must be a reason why no one mentions him anymore. Last week at lunch, she practically jumped out of her skin when one of his guards spoke with Tamaki-senpai.
What is my father getting me into? I've accepted I won't love my husband, but I want us to at least respect each other. Will I have that with Kyoya-senpai?
When will father know he's accepted?
"Do you do this often?" Haruhi yanked me out of my thoughts with her question.
"The body scrub or the whole day?"
"Both."
"I haven't had a body scrub for at least two months, but I came in two weeks ago to get a massage and my nails done."
"Is this the spa you always use?"
"Definitely. Everyone here is wonderful and the service is top notch."
The conversation fell off as her therapist moved to her right arm. They couldn't to her left, except for the shoulder. I heard her moan as they scrubbed her wrist. It must hurt from compensating for her left arm.
"What have you enjoyed most, Haruhi?"
"MMmmmm?"
"What have you liked best?"
"I had to skip the steam room, but I've liked everything so far. Lunch was delicious."
One thing I've learned about Haruhi is her weakness is food.
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Shinobu, Naoko, and Cho:
"Are you sure you don't want a scrub, Naoko?" Cho asked.
"I'm sure. I had one last week and it's too soon to get another one. I'm fine hanging out here with you two. Fortunately, there's one massage room that can be used for three people."
"Have you ever had a body scrub, Shinobu?" Cho's the question girl today.
"Nope. We have someone come in for our massage and nails. Security can be a pain in the ass in a spa like this one."
"Are you sure? This is our family's spa and the security is the best."
"Without meaning to insult you, Naoko, I could lead an assault team in here and hold everyone hostage without breaking a sweat."
"Really?" Oh, no. Father is going to be so upset. He hired the best security consultants for this, knowing who could be in here at any time.
"Oh yeah. That's why my security is here, both at the main building door and here in the spa."
I'll have to talk to Father.
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Massage (done in rooms that hold two):
Cho and Renge:
"Is Tamaki-kun really going to propose? That's so romantic!"
"Yes. I can't wait. He keeps saying after his graduation, and I think it will be at his graduation party."
"Oh, you must have the best dress and your hair will be gorgeous in big curls, and beautiful shoes encrusted with sparkles, and PINK! Everything in pink!"
I couldn't keep back the giggle. "That sounds more like your proposal, Cho, not mine."
"Wouldn't that be amazing! Honey-kun proposing to me at my graduation!"
"Are you two that close? What about both of your parents?"
"My parents were skeptical at first. He's not the typical university freshman, but they're coming around."
"And his?"
"I've met them. They seem to like me." She moaned as her therapist dug into a knot with her elbow. "I don't think Honey-kun's talked to them about marriage. He and I haven't really mentioned it much between us."
"You're graduating in a couple months, and he's going to be a university sophomore. You don't want to wait too long."
"We're made for each other. I'm not worried. I want to go to university, so we have plenty of time."
"He's the heir. He'll need little heirs soon."
"There's plenty of time."
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Haruhi and Shinobu:
"Are you doing better, Haruhi?"
I knew she'd want to talk about this as soon as I found out Shinobu was my partner for the massage. Best to get it over with.
"Not really. Umeko-san has arranged an appointment with a doctor, so I should be better soon."
"Glad to hear it. Just don't be discouraged if it doesn't happen right away. It will take some time."
I let my mind wander, thinking about what she said. I went through enough with Mom's death to know grief doesn't just disappear, as much as I might want it to.
I haven't been to see Dad since the funeral. I should visit.
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Naoko, Keiko, and Yuki:
I think Keiko is asleep. Yuki keeps humming to herself as they work on her shoulders. I keep telling her, her purse is too heavy.
I'm so glad everyone is having such a great time.
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xXx
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Morinozuka Koi Pond:
"That chair and sofa go where the bench is. That will be moved to another part of the garden."
I walked into the indoor garden to see Aunt Umeko directing several gardeners as they moved things around.
"What's going on, Aunt Umeko?"
"Oh, Yasuchika, I didn't realize you were here. I'm doing some upgrades around the koi pond for Haruhi-chan. She spends so much time here, I want to make her as comfortable as possible."
I watched as the gardeners brought in not only a chair and small sofa, but an end table, a small refrigerator, and more plants.
"What's going in the refrigerator?"
"I thought I'd put some of Haruhi-chan's favorite drinks like that bottled green tea she drinks cold and some water. That way she doesn't have to call for a maid."
I held back my laugh. The day Haruhi-senpai calls for a maid to bring her a drink will be the day I go bankrupt.
"This is all very thoughtful of you."
"Anything we need to do to help her adjust to her new home. We want her to comfortable here. I know we can't replace her previous home or her parents, but I want to do what I can to make sure she realizes she's a valuable member of this family – even if we aren't adopting her."
I gave my Aunt a kiss on the cheek and said, "She'll love it."
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xXx
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Watanabe Spa:
Nail Salon:
"It's going to be so strange not seeing Honey-kun Monday at the Host Club," I said. I'm sure I'm pouting, but I only get to see him on Mondays and Wednesdays because of his schedule. We'll just have to go on more dates.
"Yeah, it sucks. Ritsu and I have to be so security conscious, it's hard to find time to just hang out," Shinobu said. They complement each other well. "He'll have to start coming over to the Compound after Club some days."
Naoko chose a shiny gold for her finger and toenails. Not for me, but it works with her skin tone.
"Kaoru and I were just starting to heat up and now I won't see him for hours each day."
"Why don't you all study together in the library during Club and come after. You can always spend some time with the guys after all the guests leave."
"That's not a bad idea, Haruhi. With finals coming up, we all need extra study time anyway."
We'd tried to talk Haruhi into a bright color, but the best we could do was a French manicure and clear on her toes. She gave me the strangest look when I suggested pink like mine.
"I'm game if we can speak English some days. I'm still having problems."
"We should all find some American TV shows or movies to watch. That could help," I suggested. I've always wanted to try some of their shows.
"It could but remember the grammar and sentence construction can be atrocious in some of those. It would better to watch them and critique their language."
"We'll need you there for that, Haruhi. Are you going back to your regular Wednesday and Friday schedule this week?" Yuki asked. She'd decided to not attend club anymore, even though she and Hikaru-kun aren't dating. With her arranged marriage coming up, she wanted nothing to hurt her reputation.
Why she chose blood red, I'll never know.
"Yes, but I won't be able to study with you on Tuesdays. I'm going to start going into the office on a more regular schedule."
"That will work. Mondays and Thursdays Haruhi will join us, and we'll speak English. If someone can't come that day, let us know at lunch so we're not waiting on you." Naoko said taking charge. I guess someone has to.
"Alright."
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Changing Rooms:
"It was such a wonderful day, I don't want it to be over," Keiko said.
"It was, but I don't think they could do anything more to our bodies," Cho agreed.
We're finally done with this fucking spa. We're all in the locker room changing back into regular clothes. Sure enough, our swimsuits were laundered and waiting for us.
I guess I had fun. More fun than if I came with a bunch of yakuza kids. But I'm tired of it all now. The novelty has worn off. I wanted to get home and talk to Ritsu. Maybe we could go out tonight. I'm sure hot enough for it.
They ran all our cards while we were changing and now we're signing. I knew it would be expensive, but this is a little much. I shouldn't complain. I dropped this much the other day for new motorcycle riding leathers.
I had my nails done in black. I hope Ritsu likes them.
Did I just fucking think that?
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It's a good thing Renge gave me a heads up about the amount or I might have passed out right here at the desk. I feel great, and I've got my pixie cut back. Kaoru wouldn't cut it this short the other day. It wasn't worth this price though.
Just one more thing to get used to.
Being around the girls was fun, even if we did talk about boys the whole time. At least they didn't bring up Kyoya-senpai. It's still hard to even think about him and what he did to me.
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"All of you look so gorgeous! Thanks for coming to the Watanabe spa."
"Thank you for having us, Naoko. I feel like a trillion yen."
"Yes, it was so relaxing. I needed it after this past week."
"See you all Monday!"
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xXx
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Ootori Private Jet:
"Kyoya-sama, you need to put that drink down and go to bed."
"Fuck off, Tachibana," he growled, but he won't push me away.
I took the glass out of his hand. He was barely holding on anyway.
"Dammit, give that back!"
"No." I grabbed his arm and steered him to the bedroom.
"Sit," I ordered and pushed him down on the bed. I knelt and took his shoes off and got him under the covers. He'd already taken off his jacket and tie, and he never does that.
"I'm not tired," he mumbled as he more or less passed out.
What am I going to do about him? I'm the closest thing he's got for a father, and it's been that way for a long time.
The drinking needs to stop but how? If I stop buying it for him, someone else will. He'll threaten to fire everyone until someone gives in. No, he needs to realize it on his own. I hope it doesn't take a major mistake at work to wake him up.
He's still mourning the loss of Haruhi-sama. That sweet, wonderful, caring girl. If I was twenty years younger, but I knew I'd never marry when I was hired as Kyoya-sama's primary. It's much too demanding a job for a too demanding boss.
What is he going to do about graduation? Until this mess, I assumed he and Tamaki-sama would hold a joint party, but there's no way that will happen now. So, it will be competing parties? As the President and CEO of the Ootori Conglomerate, Kyoya-sama's party will be basically a business meeting. Tamaki-sama's will more casual with his classmates there.
The most urgent thing right now is his drinking. What can I do? I could get him a girl for a night. Hell, I could get him a girl for every night until graduation, but they won't be the one he wants. I'll still suggest it. The least it would do is take off the edge.
With his father's death and a large, political funeral coming, it will get worse before it gets better.
I'll suggest that vacation in Hawaii. Anything to get him away from Japan.
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xXx
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Noguchi Gallery:
"No, those pictures go on that wall," the artist called to the gallery staff.
I'd come in to oversee the setup. We'd had a cancellation and bringing in this artist was my idea. My first since I bought the gallery. It must be perfect.
When I saw his work, I immediately thought of Haruhi. His raw, black and white photos of the faces of Tokyo are a character study of all economic classes and backgrounds. There are photos of people shopping, going to work, playing in the park with their children. Pictures of the homeless are hung on that wall. The faces tell the story.
Haruhi told us about Tokyo's homeless, but the way they are pictured makes me feel I know them. As soon as I felt that, I knew he was the right choice. It's visceral.
I'm going to buy at least one for the Host Club room.
This show runs two nights. I need to get Haruhi here tomorrow. She's the inspiration behind the choice.
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xXx
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Morinozuka Koi Pond:
"The dinner was delicious, Umeko-san. Thank you."
"Satoshi mentioned you like Italian, so we gave it a try."
I wasn't sure where she was taking me, but it seemed to be the koi pond.
"Wow!" When we turned the corner, my mouth fell open.
They'd taken out the stone bench and brought in a chair and small sofa with a table in between. The flowers that were overpowering were thinned out and replaced with plants.
"It's beautiful," I said in awe.
Umeko-san stood in front of me and took my good hand. "Haruhi-chan, you enjoy the koi so much we wanted you to have your own space here. This is your home now, and everyone needs a special place other than their bedroom."
I could feel the tears build in my eyes. This lovely woman is amazing. "You did all this for me?" If I wasn't so shocked, I would have cringed at the warble in my voice.
"Yes, Sweetheart. You're a valuable member of this family, and I want to make you feel welcome. You're not a visitor here."
My tears gave way with that statement. "Thank you," I said, giving her a huge hug. "You've made me feel special and a part of the family."
"I'm so glad, Sweetheart. Here," she let me go and guided me to the sofa, "let's sit."
It was soft, and I could still watch all the fish swim around and interact.
"This end table has a small refrigerator inside. I've stocked it with water and that bottled green tea you like."
Not only did it have a fridge inside, but framed pictures of Mom and Dad sitting on top.
"It's perfect."
I'm not sure how long we sat there, but for the first time I felt like I was part of this household and they truly wanted me here. The caring and love this family has shown for me is overwhelming.
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Author's Note:
So, it was Yoshio who ordered the car accident and Haruhi's death. It had been building for a while. Hope you liked the outcome. I knew Kyoya would enjoy watching him die. The big question is…is Haruhi out of danger?
Haruhi's PTSD is getting worse, but help is on the way. Hopefully, Umeko's doctor will know what to do.
Now all we have to do is get the asshole that's trying to set her off, but not this chapter.
Haruhi may be going out on a date with the dog breeder? Thoughts? And then dinner with Physics guy?
I have a reason for bringing Chika in when I do, like the nightmare. You'll have to wait to see. There is a plan.
Umeko got Haruhi to a couple of stores. Can you believe it?
No surprise Tamaki and Renge cleared out an anime/manga store. Those two are a great pair and fun to write.
What did you think about Kaoru's interview? And Girls day out.
Shit – I just realize just how much was in this chapter. Damn. Longer than normal because of where I wanted to end it.
(1) jukeisha – honorific for a convict – couldn't believe they actually had one.
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Next Chapter:
Kaoru's other interview and the first day at Host Club without the girls. And…Haruhi's "date".
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