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Date Posted: 2/1/2020

Trigger Warnings: Language

The Next Phase - Chapter 22: Dinner and a Movie

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Sunday, February 27:

Morinozuka Breakfast Table:

"Haruhi-sama," the butler said as he handed me a box wrapped up in a big red bow, "this was just delivered for you."

"Do you have a secret admirer you haven't told us about?" Chika asked.

"No." I set the box off to the side and drank my tea.

At this point, Honey-senpai was bouncing in his seat. "Open it, Haru-chan! Open it!"

I couldn't resist his puppy eyes this morning. "Alright."

I lifted the lid and gasped. That's right. The ads come out today. I pulled out copies of magazines with sticky notes marking where the ads were.

"They're copies of Kaoru's fashion line ads."

"With you in them, right?"

"Yes, Honey-senpai, with me in them."

Great.

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As Haruhi-sama's primary bodyguard, I'd checked the box before it was taken in. She's going to be recognized in public even earlier than I thought. I'll have to add more men to her detail, plain clothes that can be near her to stop approaching fans.

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Hitachiin Lounge:

"Now for a special report. Hitachiin Kaoru, son of world-renowned fashion designer Hitachiin Yuzuha, debuts his new line of women's business wear today in fashion magazines around Japan. Please join me in welcoming him."

Once again, my husband, Norio, and I are watching our son give an interview on live TV. I think I'm more nervous than Kaoru is. I tried to calm him down but giving an interview in this venue is a big deal.

The camera zoomed out to show Kaoru sitting at the desk with the interviewer. No relaxed couch this time.

"Hitachiin-san, congratulations on your new line. This is a first for you, isn't it?"

Here's where they try to make him seem too young and inexperienced to have his own line. Like this is a joke done by a spoiled rich kid. I told him not to offer to be called by his first name.

"Yes. I've been fortunate to study under and work with my mother, Hitachiin Yuzuha, for many years. It was time to branch out on my own."

"You're a 2nd year at Ouran High School, correct? Only 17 years old?"

"Correct. Your point?"

That was a little too confrontational but might work out. I know if I could see him, I'd see Hikaru laughing. He's not the best influence for interviews.

"Just that you're awfully young for this type of venture."

He gave a small, condescending smirk and replied, "I may not be as old as some with their own lines, but, as I said, I've been in the business since before I was in elementary school. First as a model, then as an assistant designer for my mother's lines, and, most recently, as a full collaborator with my mother. My own line is the logical next step."

"Yes! Very good answer, Kaoru!" Norio yelled. I nodded along.

"This line is business clothes for women. Tell us why you started with that type of line."

Now they will make fun of the line. Typical old man.

"Due to culture and attitudes of the older generation in the workplace, women have a more difficult time being taken seriously and working their way up in a company. As much as we'd like to pretend appearances don't matter, we all know they do. Being dressed professionally for work gives both coworkers and customers the right impression. Dressing the part gives women one less thing against them in the workplace."

"That may be true, however clothes do not make a person more prepared for a job."

"What an asshole. He clearly doesn't know I could get him fired with a phone call," I said.

"Here's the phone," Norio said, handing me his cell phone. "Maybe it's time for him to learn who owns most of his company's stock."

"Let's wait and see how Kaoru responds. This might not be that bad."

Kaoru chuckled and responded, "I'm not here to debate the clear and undeniable progress women are making in the workplace. I'm here to introduce a professional, well-designed, fashion line for women. A line for every woman at a price they can afford."

The interviewer looks like he just ate a lemon. He looked down at his notes and moved on.

"This is one of the ads that came out today." The same picture that was used on the Friday interview came up on the screen. Haruhi-chan looks great in that suit, and right at home giving all those old men that presentation.

"It's my understanding the picture on the wall is significant. Please tell us about it."

"I think I will have him fired. What an asshole."

"As the boys would say, language!"

"Oh, hush."

Kaoru smiled at the camera and began, "This picture was drawn by a young girl in an orphanage. Art, technology, and sports lessons are given to orphanages through a charity called 'Living Dreams'. All the ads for my line will have a charity tie-in."

"Why do you think that's important?"

"As a member of a fortunate family and working for a successful fashion house, I believe it's my responsibility to give back, to help the less fortunate. Their circumstances are not related to their potential, as long as that potential is fostered. A portion of the profits and a percentage of the clothes manufactured from my line will be donated to these charities."

Kaoru leaned back and crossed his legs, acknowledging the point scored. I bet that old fart has never donated anything except what his tax advisers told him to.

"Yes, well," he cleared his throat, "that is important."

"Yes, it is. It's my responsibility to help those less fortunate, and I take that very seriously."

"One last question before we go to commercial. Who is the model?"

"She's an average citizen. I wanted all people hired for this line to represent the target market. Her identity is not being released. This is a part-time gig for her, and, before you ask, she's exclusive to Hitachiin Fashions."

"Thank you, Hitachiin-san for the insight into your new line."

"Thank you for having me. The line will be available later this spring with the beginning of fashion shows."

They cut him off for commercials and I huffed, "That asshole wasn't even going to give him time to say when the line comes out."

"I know. You could tell Kaoru was being interviewed as a joke."

"Well the joke will be on them when that line is incredibly successful. Our son will make a name for himself designing for the masses, and I'm so proud of him."

"Me too."

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Backstage Dressing Room:

"You did great, little brother. That guy was such a dick!"

"I knew there was a reason I didn't want to give an interview to that jerk."

"Doesn't matter. Twitter is exploding and almost all on your side. They love it."

I pulled out my phone and opened the app. Hika was right. #HitachiinKaoru was trending.

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You tell him kid…the guy's a jerk

Love the charity tie-in. About time one of you rich people realized we need some help down here.

Saw the ads this morning. I'm buying a suit and showing my boss I'm not just the 'tea girl'…[link to ad]

Who does that kid think he is? Just another rich snob trying to suck up to us normal people

Who's the model. She's hot!

That little girl has talent. That drawing is fantastic.

#HitachiinKaoru just launched a new line with charity tie ins. Here's the link to Living Dreams…[link]

And so on….

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Haruhi's Room:

Kaoru's interview went well, but they showed my ad on national TV again. I knew they would, but it's all real now. How will I stay anonymous with that kind of exposure?

"Haruhi-chan. May I come in?" Umeko-san said as she tapped on the door.

I got up and opened it for her. "Good morning, Umeko-san." She's caring an ornate wooden box. What now?

She walked in and set it down on my desk along with a smaller, flat box. "Haruhi-chan, I'm sorry to bring this up now, but we've waited as long as possible."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. This box has all the cards that were brought to your father and Jarou-san's funeral or that were mailed here. Tradition and propriety allow thirty days for your reply. This gives you time for mourning."

I opened the box and gasped. There must be over two hundred cards in here. I don't even know two hundred people.

"I need to respond to all of these?"

"Not everyone expects a reply. I suggest you go through them, sorting them out by from where you know the sender, such as school, your company, your father's friends, Jarou-san's friends, and so on. It will be easier to respond to them in categories. This other box contains an engraved stationary set for you to use."

"Alright." I can sort them, but what do I say? That sounds like a dumb question, but I don't know any of that stuff.

"When you're done with a response, just address the envelope and give it to Aoi. She'll mail them for you."

I watched her leave wondering how I'm going to do this. I have no idea what I'm doing. Stupid Rich Bastard customs.

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Phone call between Haruhi and Renge:

Haruhi: "Renge, I need some help."

Renge: "Sure, but I want to say congratulations on the ads. They're great!"

Haruhi: "Oh, thanks. I think my life is going to change soon."

Renge: "Yes, but in a good way."

Haruhi: "Whatever."

Renge: "What did you need help with?"

Haruhi: "Umeko-san gave me a bunch of sympathy cards that were sent in after Dad's death. She told me to answer them, but I have no idea what to write. She suggested sorting them by who sent them. Is there some sort of special thing to write to each group?"

Renge: "What did you write for your mother's cards?"

Haruhi: "Renge, I was four."

Renge: "I'm sorry, I knew that."

Haruhi: "It's fine, but I don't know of any commoner customs about these cards."

Renge: "I'm not sure how to help. Each family does it a little differently based on their status. I'd think that you could respond to those for the people you knew personally the way you want to. For any that sent in a card because you're now part of the Morinozuka family, you should talk to Umeko-san."

Haruhi: "Do I really have to answer all of these?"

Renge: "No, you shouldn't have to. If all they said was something about being sorry for your loss, you can let that go. If they wrote something special like maybe a story about Ranka-san, then send them a card thanking them for the remembrance. If they donated in his name, send a thank you acknowledging it."

Haruhi: "OK, I can do that."

Renge: "Don't rush or force yourself. Prioritize and work through it when you have the chance. Take care of yourself first."

Haruhi: "Thanks, Renge. It helps to know I can count on you for this kind of thing."

Renge: "Anytime, Haruhi. Call if you have any more questions."

Haruhi: "Thanks. See you tomorrow."

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I guess I'll get them sorted at least.

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Morinozuka Game Room:

"And then Asshole here decided we had to go out dancing," Shinobu pointed at me. It's not my fault she looked so fucking hot after going to that spa. It was like she was begging to go out.

"That sounds fun," Haruhi said.

"It was a blast."

While the two girls talked about the club, I sat and watched. We'd brought noodles over for lunch and then decided to watch a movie, but we couldn't choose.

Haruhi's tired. I can tell. She must not have slept well last night. Shinobu said she was fine at girl's day. Wonder what happened.

"We'll have to bring you next time, Haruhi-san," she said, then gave me a quick glance, remembering Haruhi doesn't have a date.

Maybe we could set her up with someone?

"I'm not sure. It's not really my kind of thing."

"What's not?" one of the twins said as they walked in. They had garment bags. Haruhi's not going to like this.

"Dance Club. What's in the bags?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

Haruhi frowned and snapped, "Yeah, Kaoru. What's in the bags?"

"Now, Haruhi, don't get upset with us. You know we love to dress up our toy."

"Hikaru, I haven't been your toy since…"

"I know, princess. Just teasing."

"Good," she huffed. "What's in the bags?"

"Obviously clothes Haruhi. Duh. I thought you were a scholarship student."

"Not anymore."

"What? Why?"

"The Morinozuka's are my guardians now. They can afford the tuition."

"Oh. Well, you'll always be the girl that won the scholarship, even if you aren't using it anymore."

A small smile caught at her lips. Not sure if she had thought of it that way before.

"Anyway, we brought you some more clothes with the adjustment for the cast and some with full sleeves that don't need it."

Hikaru started pulling them out and showing them off. Some of them were cute. There was a fuzzy sweater in some kind of dull green and a cape thing that I think is supposed to be a coat.

"Thanks guys."

"Hey, Kaoru," Shinobu called, "I saw you on TV Friday night and this morning. You did good."

"Thanks. I wasn't sure about this morning. I didn't want to get mad."

"Fuck it. That guy was a dick and he needed to be taken down a peg or two. If anything, it will make you look better to your target audience."

"I know!" Hikaru grinned while slapping Kaoru on the back. "That's what I told him. Did you see Twitter?"

Shinobu gave him a thumbs up. I pulled out my phone to check.

"Mom wanted to get him fired."

"Better if he just continues to look like a dick. Then the show can fire him."

"I thought you did well, Kaoru," Haruhi said, getting up and walking over to him and the new clothes.

He put his arm around her shoulders. "Thanks," he said in her ear before kissing her temple.

"Now that the Morinozuka's are taking care of me, I'm not sure if I should accept clothes from you for free. Shouldn't I be paying for them?"

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What? She wants to pay us for the clothes? I'm not sure if I should be honored or insulted.

"Haruhi, Hika and I love designing for you. You're my muse for the new line. I can't even imagine taking money from you."

"It doesn't seem right to get them for free with all the time and amazing fabric you put into them."

"Hey," Hikaru said, putting his arm around her shoulders from the other side, "we enjoy it. Besides, we've never charged our friends for custom clothes. What kind of a gift would it be if we did?"

"He's right. We've designed ball gowns, tuxedos, suits, dresses, and more for the guys and the girlfriends and never took a dime, and believe me, they can afford it. It's what we do."

"It's how we say we love you," Hikaru sighed and kissed her cheek. Does he still have feelings for her? I thought he'd gotten to the point where he thought of her as a sister. I hope I don't have to kick his ass.

"Thanks, guys." She kissed their cheeks back.

"Enough of this sweet stuff," Shinobu called from across the room. She's looking at the movies again. "Let's watch something with killer car chases."

"Hell, yeah!" They still talk in sync after all that time apart.

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Conference call among all Ootori siblings, initiated by Kyoya:

Kyoya: "Now that I have you all on the phone, I need to tell you Father's dead."

Fuyumi: "What!?"

Kyoya: "Father passed away. He was not able to recover from his alcoholism."

Yuuichi: "Well, shit."

Fuyumi: "What kind of a response is that, Yuuichi? Father's dead."

Yuuichi: "I understood what he said. What's your point?"

Fuyumi: "Our father is dead!"

Yuuichi: "And I'm supposed to be sorry about that?"

Kyoya: "Enough!" I yelled. This is going to get ugly if I don't step in. "This call is to let you know it happened and to discuss the funeral. Any personal feelings can be discussed later."

Akito: "You're a cold-hearted son-of-a-bitch, Kyoya. Just like Father."

Kyoya: There is no Kyoya, only Yoshio. "The funeral will take place Saturday, March 5. I'll make all the arrangements. You are all expected to attend. Fuyumi, your husband is expected, but not Sota. He's too young. It doesn't matter if he's my heir."

Akito: "Are we supposed to bring dates?"

Kyoya: "No. I don't have your marriages arranged yet."

Fuyumi: He's arranging their marriages?

Yuuichi: "I'm busy that day."

Kyoya: "I don't give a shit. This is a huge political funeral and it is expected that all Ootori's attend. It's as much for the Conglomeration as the family. You will be there, and you will be sober."

Yuuichi: "Will you be sober?"

Kyoya: "Don't push me, Yuuichi. I can do things to you that are worse than your nightmares."

Yuuichi: "Like you did to Father?"

Kyoya: "Don't. I mean it."

Fuyumi: "Stop it, you two. You're acting like children."

Akito: "When is the will reading?"

Kyoya: "Sunday afternoon. I'll be sending out an email in the next day or two detailing all the information for the funeral and the reading."

Akito: "Fine."

Kyoya: "Send me names of anyone you want invited. No comments to the press. None, Yuichii, or you'll be sorry you tested me. We'll present a united front on Saturday."

Yuuichi: "Will Fujioka be there?"

Kyoya: "Do you want a one-way ticket to undeveloped Africa to start a clinic? Don't. Fuck. With. Me."

Silence on the line…

Kyoya: "Wait for my email and get some new formalwear for the funeral."

Click…

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Tachibana better have had the bar restocked.

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Largest Bookstore in Tokyo:

"Thanks for coming with me, Chika."

"No problem. I need to pick up some stuff too."

We walked into the bookstore and she headed straight for the periodicals and newspapers. She was almost there when she stopped in shock.

"Oh, no."

There, almost life sized, was a cutout of her wearing a business suit. The Hitachiin logo was above her head with an announcement of the new line.

What do I say? You look nice?

"I thought it was just magazine ads."

Eiji and I looked at each other and he stationed two of his men closer to her. That's when I heard the first of the whispers.

"I think that's her."

"The Hitachiin model. It's definitely her."

"What's she doing here?"

"What happened to her arm?"

Wonderful.

Haruhi-senpai, to her credit, passed the cutout and kept going, ignoring everyone else around. I followed. I may not be official security, but I can protect her too.

She scooped up several newspapers and put them in the basket she had set down. With only one good arm, she had to put it down every time she wanted to look at something, but she wouldn't let me carry it for her.

"Did you come specifically for those newspapers?" I asked.

"Yes. I used to go to the newsstand near my apartment every Sunday, but that obviously doesn't work anymore. There aren't any newsstands near your estates, so I decided to come here."

"You could get a subscription and have them delivered. You could even get a daily one if you wanted."

She thought for a couple minutes, then gave me a sad smile. "You're right. I knew the man who operated the stand and we'd talk every Sunday. Now there's nothing keeping me from getting the subscription."

"Since you're going to do that, you could get one for other things too."

"I suppose."

I watched her wander around, picking up magazines and newspapers at random. A few went into the basket, but not many.

I grabbed a couple new financial ones I wanted to check out along with a newspaper that specializes in international sports. I wanted to check the coverage on the kendo world cup.

"Anything else?" I asked as she finished and came towards me.

"Are there any etiquette books that explain how to be a proper rich bastard? I guess I need to act the part."

The laugh that I couldn't stop drew attention from all around us. She sure has a way of putting things.

"Come with me." I took her basket and led her to the elevator. I didn't want to aggravate her ribs with the stairs. "I think what you want is on the fourth floor."

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Sure enough, there is a section on Japanese etiquette and protocol. Crazy rich bastards. Not only have I fallen down the rabbit hole, but I'm spinning in a whirlpool.

There were books on table manners, social graces, royal hierarchy, polite conversation, and general 'don't mess up' tips. Chika recommended several and got them all. Maybe if I take fitting into this world as a challenge, I can do it with less hostility. I also hoped the correspondence book would help with the responses I have to write for the cards.

All the books didn't fit in the basket, so he carried them down to the register. I also picked up some more notebooks and sticky notes. I spend way too much time studying but can't think of much else to do with this cast.

"Now, you can take me out to dinner," he said as we climbed into the SUV.

Great.

"Only if you go somewhere after with me."

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Neutral and Secure Location in Tokyo:

"Why the fuck am I here, Ootori? I don't want to be around you any more than I have to be."

"Hn."

I looked from Kasanoda to Mori and sighed. This was going to be difficult enough without their attitude.

"The faster you let me tell you why you're here, the faster you can leave."

"Then get going," Kasanoda growled. "You said this was about Haruhi. And don't you dare call her 'Haru' in my presence. She hates that and you know it."

I have no illusions about my safety. Mori is here with his security detail. They could take out my Black Onion Squad Officers before I can blink, and I know Kasanoda and his detail are armed.

"I found out how my father was issuing orders under my nose. He used a combination of the stock reports and a code to write messages on yen bills. Once I had enough of them to break the code, certain things came to light. The worst being that my father ordered the car accident that caused Ranka's death."

They were both staring at me and, if they could, I'm sure their eyes would be glowing red with how much both of them wanted my blood.

"Not just Ranka-san's, but Jarou-san's and Matsui-san's," Mori said. He showed no emotion, but I knew he was holding on to his control by a thread. I would be in his position.

"Correct."

"Was Haruhi the target?"

"Yes. He ordered her death, and he ordered it on her birthday."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kasanoda yelled as he pulled his gun but didn't raise it. He was using it like a security blanket.

I felt Tachibana tense from behind me and I gave him the signal to stand down. No matter what he did, if Kasanoda wanted me dead, I'd be dead. I put myself in this position because Haru is that important.

"I confronted Yoshio, and he admitted it. He also had a heart attack."

"Dead?" Mori asked.

"Yes, but he threatened Haruhi until his last breath. He said they wouldn't stop until she was dead."

Kasanoda stepped forward but still didn't raise his weapon. "You know, Ootori, between you and your father, Haruhi has had nothing but danger and heartache. What's to stop me from killing you right now?"

"Nothing." I stood there waiting. Would he do it?

His grip tightened and his sneer deepened to the point I could hear his teeth grind. Mori put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"Haruhi would not like it."

The gun was slammed away in the holster. "That's the only thing saving your sorry ass, Ootori."

"I'm aware."

Mori sighed and said, "You said there were other things the code implied?"

"Yes. It confirmed Yoshio leaked her gender and the rumors surrounding it."

"Motherfucker. If he wasn't dead, I'd kill him slowly."

I agree with Kasanoda. If Yoshio wasn't dead, I'd kill him myself.

"What now?" Mori stood there staring at me like I was shit on his shoe. I suppose I am.

"Kasanoda will continue…"

"Shut up, Ootori. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to find those fuckers that your dipshit father hired and kill them as slowly as possible. I may drag it out years. Once word gets around that Haruhi means that much to the Kasanoda Syndicate, no one will EVER touch her again. EVER!"

I expected nothing less, however Mori stared at Kasanoda like he'd never seen him before. Didn't he know what he was capable of?

Then he turned to me. "I'll inform Haruhi's guard detail of the threat and discuss any changes to be made. She's highly protected as it is."

"May I make a suggestion?"

"If you can't help yourself," Kasanoda growled. How does he do that?

"I don't think Haru should…"

"Watch it, Ootori. I still have my gun."

I cleared my throat. "I don't think that Haruhi should ever be told she was the target."

Mori turned to Kasanoda and said, "He's right. She should never know."

"I know. I don't need that dickhead to tell me that," he waved his arm at me shouting.

"I don't think we should tell any of the others either," I said.

"No shit," Kasanoda barked.

We stood there. Three heirs to elite houses protecting one commoner. She'll never have a clue how much she means to all of us.

"If that's it," Kasanoda said, turning to the door, "I have some hired thugs to kill…slowly."

Mori was about to walk out as well when I stopped him.

"Morinozuka-san, may I have a private word."

The stare he gave me froze my spine. His eyes were hard as diamonds and just as cold.

"I wanted you to know that I'm letting Haruhi go. I know we'll never be together. However, I still would like to be her friend."

I counted the seconds as his eyes bored into mine. It was a full three minutes before he had enough control to speak.

"If you are unable to be friends with Tamaki, your ex-best friend, what makes you think you can be friends with Haruhi? Haruhi, the one you hurt, betrayed, crushed, endangered, threatened, kidnapped, and tried to force into marriage."

"I want to try when she's ready."

I'd get down on my knees for her and beg if I thought it would work, but it wouldn't. Never on Haruhi. That's not what she needs. That doesn't show trust.

"She's not ready to even talk about you. I'm not sure she'll ever be ready to see or talk to you again, but I'll be fair. If she ever does ask to, I'll arrange it. But know this," he said, "you'll never be alone with her again."

"Thank you. That's more than I expected."

"I'm leaving now, Ootori. Have your lawyer contact ours if you need to speak with me again."

He turned and left with his security.

Now I really need that fucking drink.

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Haruhi's Room:

"Maybe over here?"

I stopped at her door, watching her. She had a picture and was trying to figure out where to hang it.

I cleared my throat. "Haruhi?"

She jumped and almost dropped the picture. I must remember not to startle her.

"Oh, Mori-senpai. Congratulations on your gold medal this weekend."

"Thank you." I pointed at the picture. "Need help?"

I heard a half-hearted laugh before she said, "After Chika made me take him to dinner, I made him take me to Tamaki-senpai's gallery. Umeko-san wanted to get some art for the walls, and I promised I'd get some from the gallery. The show this weekend was 'The Faces of Tokyo' and I found this picture."

It was a poignant, black and white picture of an elderly lady sitting on a bench in a graveyard. She was feeding the birds all around her. Why would Haruhi want something so depressing in her room.

Speaking of her room…"I see my mother managed to get you shopping. Your room is welcoming and complements your personality. It will even more with art on the walls and a little bit more color."

She sighed, "Thanks. The shopping trip wasn't horrible. I even managed to get into the spirit of it by the end. The bed is very comfortable. Much better than the hospital bed." She waived her hand towards the bed and realized she was still holding the picture.

"Could you do me a favor, Mori-senpai, and hold this above my desk. I'd like to see what it looks like from across the room."

We found a place and hung the picture before we both went to bed.

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Monday, February 28:

Heard in Ouran's Hallways:

"Did you see his interview on Friday? His first line is a commoner line."

"Doesn't that hurt the Hitachiin brand?"

"Why would he bother with that?"

"I think it's a great idea. Shouldn't everyone get to dress nice?"

"He used that commoner Fujioka as his model. Can you believe that?"

"I would make a much better model than her. She's so short and we thought she was a boy for so long."

"The ads have a charity tie-in. Isn't that a great idea?"

"I think Kaoru's an idiot for doing something so common."

"I can't wait to talk to him at Host Club today."

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Host Club:

"Welcome!"

The princesses poured in, excited by both Mori-senpai and Satoshi's world cup win and Kaoru's new fashion line.

"My darling princesses, please join me in congratulating Mori-senpai and Satoshi for their gold and silver medal wins at this weekend's Kendo World Cup."

Choruses of 'Congratulations' and other well-wishes filled the air. I love being the King of such an amazing club.

As the princesses joined their designated host, I explained the refreshments. "Ladies today is International Pancake Day. As such, we are celebrating with several wonderful varieties of pancakes instead of cake. Please enjoy."

Honey-senpai didn't complain. I'd promised a large strawberry cake after club was over.

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"Kaoru, I saw the ads for your new fashion line yesterday. It's an interesting idea."

Here it comes. I knew I'd take some shit from my classmates about doing a commoner line. Doesn't matter. I'm proud of it.

"Thank you. Providing fashion forward and quality clothes for everyone is the goal, and I'm proud of the reception so far."

"I saw your hashtag go crazy on Twitter. I even posted."

"I appreciate your support, Princess. I've been working on both the creation of the line and all the administrative necessities that go with it for over six months. It's very satisfying to see it launched."

"Why did you choose Haruhi for a model. I would have been happy to do it."

I knew this was next. Hika, Mom, and I talked about this for a long time and came up with this response.

"It's because of Haruhi that I realized this type of line was a need. Because it's a line for the commoner businesswoman, I decided to have all people hired for the line to be commoners, including the models. Haruhi fit that role and looks great in the ads. The charity tie-ins were her idea too. I don't think the line would exist without her."

Some of them seem to accept that, while others are clearly jealous. I don't care what they think. I'd do it all over again.

"Hikaru's at his internship?" one of them asked.

"Yes. He's been brought into the development of a virtual reality game and is excited to be a part of it."

"Good for him." She looked around like she just realized something. "Where's Watanabe-san?"

Ah, the dreaded 'where are the girlfriends' question. The boss wanted us to keep it short and simple.

"She decided not to come anymore. We'll see each other outside of club hours."

A few nodded and I'm sure we'll hear more whispered comments.

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I don't like not having Shinobu here. It's like I've forgotten how to talk to these girls without her around. Weird. Didn't realize that chick had gotten that far into my life.

"Kasanoda-kun, where's Shinobu?"

Fuck.

Now for the standard answer. "We decided to see each other outside of Club hours."

"Oh, I see."

She shot a smirk at one of the other chicks who smirked back. I'll never understand them.

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"Congratulations, Mori-senpai. Congratulations, Satoshi-kun. I'm sure you're both excited to be one step closer to the Olympics."

"Definitely. The competition was crazy. Some of those guys had improved a lot since the last time we saw them, but I knew we'd win."

Satoshi's right. Some of them had improved. I prefer that. I don't like to beat everyone without much of a challenge, but even with their improvement, Satoshi was my only competition. One of these days, he's going to beat me in the medal match.

Tamaki wanted Satoshi and me to host together, so Mitsukuni and Chika joined us for a group of four. The pressure for me to speak is even less this way.

"Honey-senpai, where's Cho-senpai?"

I've been hearing the girlfriend question from other groups as well. Hopefully, we'll answer them all today and be done with it.

"Cho-chan wants to graduate at the top of her class, so she's taking more time to study. We decided to see each other outside of Club hours."

That answers where she is but does nothing to deny she's his girlfriend. I hope it's enough to keep attacks from happening. It might be time to decide if the club will continue next year or not.

"Chika-kun, are the charities that are linked to Kaoru's new fashion line the same ones we've donated to on Tuesdays?"

"Some of them. There's a page on the Host Club's website listing all those that we've sponsored for Tuesdays. I'll add Kaoru-senpai's charities to that site. You can make direct contributions through that page."

"What a wonderful idea."

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Doctor's Office:

"Fujioka-san, how can I help you today?"

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After Dinner, Fuyumi's Home:

"Excuse me Fuyumi-sama. Your brother, Kyoya-sama is here to see you."

"Send him in." Kyoya's here?

"Excuse me, but I think it'd be best if you came to the door."

Our butler has worked for us since we were married and has good instincts. I followed him to the door.

"Umi, let me in! We need to talk."

He's drunk. That explains it. My baby brother is drunk.

"Kyoya, keep your voice down. Sota's asleep."

"We still have to talk. Let me in now!"

No way is he coming into my house like this. I pushed him as gently as I could back out the door and followed, shutting the door behind me.

"What?"

"Why'd you push me out? Have you forgotten who's running this family now?"

"I know you're not running the Shido family. Therefore, you don't run me."

"Bullshit. You're an Ootori, and I'm in charge."

SLAP!

I shrieked when he raised his hand to slap me back. He caught himself before he struck. Didn't stop me from shaking.

"Fuyumi?" he mumbled.

I screamed, "Get out. Go home. Don't come back. You can't be around Sota like this. You will not be allowed on this property when you are drunk and acting like Father."

"But Fuyumi…"

"No. Kyoya, what's wrong with you? Don't you realize you've turned into Father? Do you want everyone to hate you like they all hated him?"

He hung his head and I could barely hear him when he said, "I am Father. I don't know how to be anything else."

What an idiot. I reached out and shook him hard by the shoulders. "You are Ootori Kyoya, not Ootori Yoshio. It's your choice what that means. Do you want to be like Father, or do you want to be yourself?"

"I don't know how." His voice was so small. So quiet.

"That's not true, and you know it. You singlehandedly took the Ootori Conglomerate out from under Father and our brothers. You run a huge international business while still in high school. Don't tell me you don't know how to do something."

I shook him again. "Now go home, sober up, and figure yourself out. Do not come back here until you've stopped drinking. I'll never let you see Sota again unless you get that under control."

I looked behind him and called, "Tachibana, get him off my property."

Sometimes tough love is the only way.

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Graveyard:

"I don't know who else to talk to. You were an amazing father to Haru. You loved her unconditionally and always wanted what was best for her and tried to let her decide what that was."

Kyoya-sama didn't want to go home. He ordered me to bring him here, to Fujioka Ranka's grave.

Fuyumi-sama was correct to ban him from her son until the drinking stops. It's a wakeup call I could have never given him. If he hadn't stopped himself from striking her, I could have never gotten there fast enough to stop him. I never in a million years would have thought he could hit his sister. I would have never forgiven myself if it had happened.

"You are someone Haru can aspire to be. She's proud of you. She loves you. She'll always love you. I never hoped for even a shred of that with my father.

"My father was the worst sort of person. He never cared about his family except how we made him and the Ootori's look. He never gave a single thought to what we wanted for ourselves.

"I'm turning into him, Ranka. I've turned into him. I'm cruel, heartless, uncaring, and demanding. He threatened Haru. He did horrible things to her. I'm no different. I endangered her, threatened her, tried to force her to marry me. How is that any different than my father?

"I almost hit Fuyumi. I almost hit her like Father used to hit me. If it wasn't for the terror in her eyes, I wouldn't have been able to stop. I almost hit my sister."

Kyoya-sama was kneeling at the grave marker, ruining his pants. I can see a tear running down his face. He cares so much about appearances. He's at the end of a long rope.

"My father killed you. He wanted Haru dead, and you paid the price. You, Jarou-san, and Matsui-san. Haru's lost her loving father because of my evil father.

"I'm sorry, Ranka-san. I never even considered any of this could happen when I met your daughter. If I'd known, I would have forgiven her debt that afternoon and watched her walk out the door.

"Everything bad that's happened to Haru is my fault."

He pulled himself up and before walking away asked two more questions, "How do I stop being my father? How am I not too far gone?"

Stumbling to the car, he ordered me to take him home.

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Tuesday, March 1:

Lunch, Ouran Dining Hall:

"Chika, what's the charity today?"

I'm going to start creating a poster on each charity and putting it on an easel in the Dining Hall. Clearly, they aren't reading the paper.

"Kumamoto Empowerment. The specific program we're supporting are two-day training sessions for women and younger generations. These teach how to shape ideas into actional project plans."

Haruhi-senpai spoke up, "Many women and girls do not get the training for leadership and management that we get here at Ouran or within our families. Empowering women and girls is critical for the global economy and gender discrimination."

"I'll be donating business clothes from my new line to this initiative."

"I hadn't thought of it that way."

"Me either. My father has been training me to take over the company for years."

Different groups handed me at least thirty donations. I receive them on and off all day long, as well as a bunch during club.

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I knew I was staring, but I didn't know what to do. The fellas have been out looking for the shitheads that drove Haruhi's car off the road. Knowing Ootori hired them narrowed down the possibilities, but still no leads. We'll find them. No one can hide from the Kasanoda Syndicate.

"What's wrong with you?" Shinobu whispered in my ear.

"Tell you when we are alone and secure."

I have to tell her. She knows everything else already, plus her syndicate can help.

"I'll ride home with you today."

"That works." Maybe we can get some special alone time. She's making me crazy.

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Ouran Library Lobby:

I walked into the library to drop off my charity donation. As the Chairman of Ouran, I believe it's my responsibility to set an example.

Morinozuka Yasuchika asked if the Host Club could put a drop box for charity collections in the library. Sounded like a good idea to me. Now I don't have to walk all the way from the Chairman's office to the dining hall to hand my donation in.

Curious if anyone else would use it, I sat down on a couch across the lobby to watch.

That's the first-year math teacher. Looks like he put three envelops in the box. Good.

I know that's one of Kyoya-kun's guards. Says something about his character that he continues to donate even though he's not coming to classes anymore.

After seeing two more teachers and one of our security guards donating, I went back to work.

I need to tell those twins I approve their uniform design.

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Late Afternoon, Various Estates:

Morinozuka's:

"Takashi, this was hand-delivered today. Ootori Yoshio has passed away and his funeral is Saturday."

My father handed me a gold engraved invitation. Funeral. I'd forgotten.

"Go to the tailor tomorrow and have a new black suit fitted. We can't go to his funeral in something we might have already been see in. I already went today, and your mother is at her designer now."

Father sighed and braced himself. "I know this will be difficult, but we must go for business and political reasons. You realize this, don't you."

"Yes, Father." How can I go and keep my anger in check? I'm a Morinozuka. I can do it.

"Will Satoshi and Haruhi be going?"

"No. Satoshi isn't the heir, and I'd never ask Haruhi to attend. Besides, she has a dog show that she's sponsoring on Saturday and she missed the last one because of her accident."

"I'll see the tailor tomorrow."

"Thank you, Takashi."

Haninozuka's:

"Mitsukuni, please come into my office."

Father called me over from Takashi's estate. Chika-chan and I have been living there since Haru-chan's accident.

As I walked up to his desk, he handed me a black envelope. "Open it."

There, in gold engraving was the announcement of Ootori Yoshio's funeral.

"As heir, you're required to attend. You don't have to speak with Kyoya more than the receiving line."

"But, Father…"

"You know why you have to go. Think for a minute."

I know. We do business with the Ootori's. It would be incredibly rude to not go and would be noticed by our other business partners and the media.

"Yes, Father. Will Chika-chan be going?"

"No. He's not my heir. Since it's not socially necessary for him to attend, I decided to let him stay home. I'd let you if I could."

Good. That keeps his temper away from Ootori.

"Takashi will also be going with his parents. I suggest you see the tailor tomorrow for a new black suit."

"Yes, Father."

As I walked out of his office, I said, "There better be lots of cake."

Suoh's:

"Tamaki-sama, your grandmother is in her office. She requests you join her."

Grandmother had called my security detail and told them to bring me to Suoh Mansion 1 after Host Club. Is this about Renge-chan's and my marriage contract?

I wasn't surprised to find Father there. Grandmother never sees me alone.

I bowed. "Grandmother, Father."

Grandmother also doesn't usually do the talking, so Father said, "Son, we've received a funeral invitation for Ootori Yoshio. It's Saturday. Do you have a black suit you haven't worn anywhere?"

Kyoya's father died? He must have been sicker than I thought.

"Yes, Sir. I had a new one made after Ranka-san's funeral."

"Good. Your grandmother, you, and I will be attending. You'll ride with us. Be here thirty minutes prior to the start."

"Yes, Sir."

To my never-ending surprise, Grandmother said, "Thank you, Tamaki. That's all."

I bowed and left before I could do something stupid.

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Commoner Ramen Restaurant:

"How are your noodles," I asked Haruhi-san.

"Delicious."

After the movie, we'd come to one of my favorite ramen places. It's close enough for delivery to the kennels. I usually order for when a delivery takes an especially long time and our vet is stuck there.

"I have them delivered to the kennels sometimes when I forget to bring a lunch."

"Thank you for the movie and dinner, Naoto-san. Did you enjoy the movie?"

"I couldn't figure out who did it until the end."

"Me either. I'm not sure how realistic it was. I'm not that familiar with the American justice system."

"It was riveting anyway. I'm glad we went."

"Me too."

I noticed her hand shaking and reached across the table and covered it with mine. "Are you OK?"

With a deep breath, she said, "Yes. Just still dealing with some things from the accident."

"I'm sure you are."

"I don't like crowds in unfamiliar places."

"We can skip dessert."

She smiled and said, "I have a better idea. You have to come back to the Morinozuka's to get your car. Let's have dessert there."

"Sounds great."

I paid the tab and escorted her out to her waiting SUV. Her security insisted rather than taking my car. I'm not insulted. It's just weird.

As we drove back, I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "You'll be fine, Haruhi-san, but it will take time."

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Morinozuka Estate:

I lead Naoto-san to the kitchen, not wanting to call a maid and have them bring dessert to the lounge. It's too formal for me, and I miss being in the kitchen, even with this broken arm. The chef was poking his head through the door and giving me a glare, but he needs to get used to it. Once this cast comes off, I'll be making my own bentos and snacks.

"I'm sure there's something around here besides cake. Honey-senpai would be upset if we ate his private stash."

"He does love his cake, doesn't he?"

"More than you realize. Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?" I called out, My head deep in the freezer.

"Chocolate."

After dishing up some and finding some cookies, I walked over to the small dining area in the kitchen. By small, I mean the table only seats ten. This is where the staff usually eats.

"Hope this is OK."

"It's delicious," he said, his mouth full of cookie. One thing I like about Naoto-san, is he doesn't stand on ceremony.

"Are you still coming to the dog show on Saturday?"

"I need to see what's new out there and talk to some other breeders, so I'm definitely coming."

"I'm going to take the train. Why don't you meet me there that morning and we'll ride up together?"

"Good plan. I'll be there."

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I'm not ashamed to admit I'd been listening to them. Haruhi-senpai is like my older sister, and I won't allow some guy to just waltz in and take her away. I don't know near enough about him.

"Hi, Haruhi-senpai. What's up?"

"Satoshi, you remember Naoto-san, right?"

"Hello. Enjoying the cookies?"

"Very much. Haruhi-san wouldn't let me eat any cake," he said with a smile.

"That's a good thing. You don't want to be on Mitsukuni's bad side."

We all chuckled at that. Like any of us would actually touch his cakes.

Haruhi-senpai finally answered my question, but I already knew what they'd been up to. "Naoto-san took me to dinner and a movie tonight. We came back here for dessert."

"Cool." Not cool.

"We were talking about the dog show this weekend. Petto Chinmi is sponsoring the food and has a booth in the trade show area. Focusing on getting our name out has significantly improved sales."

"Congratulations," I said. I'm happy her business is doing well, especially since she didn't have any business experience when she started.

"Dog show sounds like fun. Can I tag along?"

They looked at each other, but there was no disappointment in their eyes.

"Sure. I'll get you the details. We'll be gone all day."

"That works. What do I wear to a dog show?"

She smirked and said, "Jeans and I'll get you a Petti Chinmi t-shirt. We're giving them away in a raffle."

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Author's Note:

Ads come out and Kaoru gives another interview. Did you like the way he handled the interviewer? Lots of comments from the students. Any direction I missed that you'd like to see?

Haruhi finally gets the funeral cards. Did you think I forgot? Good thing Renge's there to save the day…and the rich bastard etiquette books.

Had a blast writing the phone call between Kyoya and his siblings and the meeting he had with Mori and Ritsu. Got some anger out. Thought I'd write Kyoya a little vulnerable for the meeting. I've done all this to him and am starting to be sorry for him. That's doesn't mean I'll be nice to him all of a sudden.

Showing up drunk at his sister's is not a way to inspire confidence.

So, the Host Club won't have girlfriends anymore. Obviously, I think it's the right thing or I wouldn't have included it, but I want your opinions.

Haruhi finally went to a doctor! More on that in future chapters.

So, was that a date or not with Naoto-san? What do you want it to be?

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Next Chapter:

What's the cosplay going to be? I'm having fun with this one.

And a surprise from the Morinozuka Lawyer.

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