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Date Posted: 2/15/2020
Trigger Warnings: Language, Smooching
The Next Phase - Chapter 24: Three Dates and a Funeral
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Friday, March 4:
Ouran Dining Hall:
The Chairman came in and headed straight for our table.
"Hikaru, Karau, your designs for the new girl's uniform are approved. Please submit patterns and specifications to my assistant for distribution to approved tailors."
I jumped up on the table and yelled, "Great news, ladies! The new uniforms are approved!"
Applause erupted as Kaoru pulled my arm to get me down.
"That's great news," Naoko said. "I can't wait to wear it next year."
"It's a big relief. It would suck if we had to go back to the drawing board."
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Petto Chinmi Lunch at Diner:
"Here is your mail and some journals that came in. There's also a folder in there with a budget estimate for opening the flagship dog park."
"Thank you, Tanaki-san," I said, taking the bag and putting on a spare chair at our table. "Starting next week, I'll be in on Tuesday afternoons. Hopefully, that will allow us more time for implementing the five-year plan."
We placed our orders and continued.
"Is everything ready for the show tomorrow?"
"Yes. Gorou-san and her marketing team are leaving this afternoon. They'll set up the booth and organize the giveaways. They'll be ready when the exposition area opens tomorrow."
"There was no trouble having the booth made or all the promotional materials?"
"None. We should have had a portable booth made long ago. Gorou-san is a valuable addition."
"Definitely."
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Tokyo Skytree:
"At least this time you didn't drag me to a dog park and a noodle stand."
"I thought you might like this."
Those pants hugged his ass just right, and I never knew he cleaned up this good. I had on my new little black leather dress. His eyes kept latching on to my tits. The black lace pushup bra I added was the right thing.
We were taken to our private observation room and ordered drinks. Even in this place, we're served beer. Being a big, bad yakuza bitch has its perks.
"I didn't know they had private rooms."
"Nothing but the best for us. I had it reserved a few days ago. You can't beat the view and security's better."
He walked over to the couch. "Kick off those shoes and come join me. They can't be comfortable."
He's right. These fucking heels are new and rubbing my toes wrong. For what I paid for them, they should have been perfect.
He put his arm around me, and I leaned in. The boats in Tokyo bay were lit up and sparkling in the water. Moonlight flooded through the floor to ceiling window, giving the room a bluish glow. We didn't have any other lights on.
Sniffing the air, I smelled the roses that were scattered around. Did he do that or did the restaurant.
"I got roses. Didn't know your favorite flower."
"Aww, Asshole, aren't you sweet." Do I tell him? They're kinda ridiculous. "Camellias. Camellias are my favorite."
"That's girly for you. Don't they mean humility and discretion."
I punched his arm and said, "Just because I wear a lot of leather and ride a badass motorcycle, doesn't mean I can't be girly sometimes. And I am discreet."
"But hardly humble."
"Can you see the 'fuck you' in my smile?"
He gave me that sexy chuckle before he kissed me.
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Dining Room, Nomura (Cho) Estate:
This time we're at Cho-chan's house for dinner with her parents. Last night went well, so this meal should too.
"Mitsukuni, how is your family's business fairing?"
"It's doing well. We've acquired several thousand square kilometers in northern Japan recently for an extensive spiritual retreat and training center. I'm looking forward to designing it."
"Interesting," Cho-chan's mother said. Her kimono is covered with pretty flowers and is the perfect shade of lavender for cake frosting. As traditional as my parents are, she's more so.
"And the dojos?"
Cho-sama is wearing a western business suit, maybe strait from the office. I would never use that color navy on a cake.
"Also doing well. Membership is at an all-time high and training government troops is an ongoing commitment."
The main meal came in at this point. Grilled fish, vegetables and noodles, and several things I couldn't name. I promised Mother I'd eat dinner without odd looks. She promised me several cakes when I got home. This conversation will be hard without cake.
"Why are you not competing to make the Olympic team like your brother, Yasuchika?"
I hate this question. What does it matter than I'm not competing anymore?
"It wouldn't be sporting. My skills are well above anyone else out there. I'd win without trying and there's no fun in that. Yasuchika will do Japan proud. I've been helping him train."
"I see." By the look on his face, he didn't. My prowess is too hard to believe for some. Their loss.
"And classes? Engineering is a difficult major."
By this time, dessert was on the table. Beautiful, luscious, sweet cake. I can't be a pig. There's cake waiting at home.
"I've changed my major to management and hospitality. It better matches the family interests and gives me more opportunities."
"I see." Does he think I'm a quitter now? Haninozuka Mitsukuni a quitter? Never. But I am smart enough to change to a better idea.
"How is your mother?" Cho-chan's Mother broke in, obviously trying to cover the odd feeling in the room.
"She's doing well. I know she's excited to host you for tea."
"Yes, I received her invitation today. I'm looking forward to it."
I can't tell how this is going, and I want a third piece of cake.
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Underage Nightclub:
Damn, she's hot. And damn, can I design. Hika and I should collaborate on a dance club line. The photo shoots would be fucking crazy.
I designed hip hugging, low-rise jeans in black leather. The top sets off the jeans in a jewel green. Deep V cut in front and back. She gave me the craziest look when I gave her the stick-on bra cups to wear with it.
I splurged and gave her an emerald necklace to match.
Completely HOT!
We're out on the dance floor making a huge scene. She's got her back against my front and we're grinding it out. I can feel the bass coming through the floor and see the girls staring. And the phones recording. Shit.
"We're being recorded. Are you going to freak if this ends up on the internet?" I murmured in her ear, as quietly as I could with her still being able to hear me over the thumping beats.
"We're kids having fun. So what?"
"I like your style."
I spun her around and held her against me with an arm around her waist. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her right then and there.
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Not so Fancy-Pants Restaurant:
"Thanks for dinner, Hikaru. This place is interesting…"
Not what I was expecting compared to where he usually takes me. Not that I expect anything anymore after I told him about my arranged marriage. I know we're just friends now, but what will happen after the marriage is announced. And that I'm getting married to Kyoya-senpai.
He hasn't replied to Father, which he says is a good thing. Everyone Father's spoken to has told him Kyoya-senpai turned them down right away. He seems decent enough if you like the cold, distant type.
"Yuki? Yen for your thoughts?"
My face flushed and I sputtered, "Nothing. Just thinking about next year."
"We'll be third-years. Crazy, huh?"
"Yes, we will." And I'm sure Kyoya-senpai, as my fiancé, will not want me attending the Host Club. Boring.
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She asked me about my internship, and we talked about college plans, which neither of us were sure of. For me it will be either fashion or game development. Yuki's not sure because she doesn't know what her marriage contract will read.
How stupid. To have your future determined by yours and your fiancé's fathers. After seeing that fucked up one that asshole Ootori tried to get Haruhi to sign, I guess you never know what could be in there.
Haruhi… Haruhi, Kaoru, and I haven't done anything together in forever. We need to do something crazy. She's already modeling for Kaoru, so dressing her up won't be that much fun, but there has to be something. Maybe just get her over to the mansion for a sleepover. Some swimming, a movie, and some fancy tuna. I'll talk to Kaoru.
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Tokyo Skytree:
After dinner and one of our hottest make out sessions…our shirts were across the room before we managed to stop ourselves…we went down to the Sumida Aquarium at the bottom of the tower.
It was like one of the stupid things they do in those chick movies. Not that I've ever seen one. But I thought she'd think it was funny. Two yakuza heirs dressed their best, walking around looking and jellyfish and penguins. I don't put on a suit for just anyone.
"Look at that one back there, Ritsu. He's got as much grace as you do."
"Ha. Ha."
She just compared me to a fucking penguin that fell over trying to slide down some ice. Shit.
"Aww, come on Ritsu," she bumped me with her shoulder, "don't you have a sense of humor?"
"Right now, I'm glad you can't read my mind."
"Asshole."
"Bu."
And I put my arm around her.
"Not sure I like that nick-name."
"You'll just have to live with it, like I fucking live with Asshole."
And I kissed her.
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Noguchi Gallery:
"The performance was magnificent, Tamaki. Congratulations."
I turned to see Father with Grandmother on his arm. I bowed and said, "I'm so pleased you enjoyed it, Father, Grandmother. The Chinese musicians are only giving a few, select performances before they travel on to the United States. Having them here at the Noguchi Gallery is quite a statement."
"The performance pleased me. Thank you for the invitation."
It took every single drop of willpower that Renge-chan, Haruhi, and I every had to keep from jumping up and down, but that would have ruined everything.
"You're welcome, Grandmother. I'm honored you chose to attend."
She nodded at me and glided away on Father's arm. I can't believe that just happened. Grandmother actually treated me as a person, and one she doesn't hate. I'm proving myself to her. I'll have to do well at the next board meeting.
"Tamaki-kun," Renge-chan said as she slipped her hand into mine, "I'm so proud of you. This gallery has allowed your talents to shine through."
The kiss on the cheek she gave me stayed with me the rest of the night.
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Underage Nightclub:
"Is that Satoshi?"
Shit. I spun my dance partner around and saw Kaoru-senpai and Naoko-senpai. I've got to find another place to go. They are killing my fun.
When the song ended, I walked my partner back to the group of girls I'd collected and waited for those two to come over.
"Hi, Satoshi. What's up?"
Oh, Kaoru-senpai you know 'what's up'. You're just having fun messing with me.
"Having an amazing time with all these beauties," I said. Then looked at his date. "Naoko-senpai, you look amazing."
"Of course, she does. I designed it."
It was right about then that a couple of my girls realized he was THE Hitachiin Kaoru and started going apeshit. I'm not going to help. He came over here by choice.
I ordered another round for everyone. Sodas, waters, and a couple cold teas. Then I leaned back against the bar with each arm around a different girl and watched Kaoru-senpai deal with his fans.
Quite entertaining. Serves him right for interrupting my evening.
The skin I was rubbing my thumb over was like velvet. I can't remember her name, but she was wearing a white, spaghetti-strapped camisole with a matching miniskirt. I hadn't seen her before tonight.
To my right, the girl had long, purple hair with green tips. Really edgy. That green sets off her eyes, which I'm pretty sure are contacts. She and a couple of her friends were dressed in sexy school uniforms with the shortest skirts they could get away with, white shirts tied right under their breasts, and ties that match the plaid of their skirts. Black, thigh-high stockings and crazy high heels finished the look.
I couldn't understand how they could sit in those skirts when I realized their panties matched the plaid too. So hot.
I grabbed my water off the bar and drank half of it in one go. I'd been dancing for hours and was chugging water like crazy by this time. That's the best part of being an athlete, the stamina.
Looking over the dancefloor, spinning skirts, waving hair, a sea of hands and legs, and the smells of a hundred different perfumes hit me. Maybe Haruhi-senpai would like this. Everyone getting to be who they want. It's freeing.
Three of the school uniform girls pulled me out onto the dance floor, and I totally forgot about Haruhi-senpai.
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Tokyo Skytree:
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yeah, how bad can it be. We're just looking for a pair of shoes."
Ritsu suggested we go to the shopping mall at the base of Skytree for a new pair of shoes for me. The ones I'm wearing are really pissing me off.
Idiot has no idea what he's gotten himself into.
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We've been here a fucking hour, and she hasn't bought a single pair yet. How hard can it be to find a pair of shoes?
"Doing OK, Asshole?"
"Yeah Bu," I said through gritted teeth. I'll never do this again. I'm standing over here holding that stupid stuffed penguin I bought her, looking like a complete moron. Doing just fucking great.
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I swear I'm not really doing this on purpose, it can take forever to find a pair of shoes. But I won't deny I'm loving watching him standing there like he's completely lost and holding that fucking penguin. Big, badass yakuza heir.
Can't decide what I think about him calling me 'Bu'. Guess it's only fair if I'm going to call him Asshole, and I'm not giving that up.
Finally, I sank my feet into the perfect blood red pair of spiked heels.
"Do you like these?"
"Yes. They are perfect."
"You didn't even look."
He stared down at my feet. "Perfect. You could kill someone with those."
"That's the idea."
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Game Room, Morinozuka Estate:
After the movie was over, I picked up Haruhi and carried her to her room. She'd fallen asleep against my shoulder.
"Good night, Takashi," Chika called as I got to the door.
"Hn."
We were halfway up the stairs when she woke up. "Mori-senpai, what happened?"
"You fell asleep towards the end of the movie, so I'm carrying you to your room."
"Thanks. I have to get up early for the train tomorrow. I'm going to get under the covers and fall right back to sleep."
The images that brought to mind were not for friends, but something more. Unlike Satoshi, I don't think Tuesday with Yoshida-san was a date. They are friends and she's not ready for anything else right now. After what Ootori did to her and then the accident, I'm sure she hasn't had any romantic thoughts.
"Thanks, Mori-senpai," she said as I set her on her feet.
"You're welcome. Good luck at the show tomorrow."
She hit me with that smile of hers, the one that could light up the room, and I felt gooey. It's been a while since I've seen that full smile.
"Good night, Mori-senpai."
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Saturday, March 5:
Early Morning, Train Station:
My first official business trip for Petto Chinmi and already I'm learning so much. Like how to bring along a security detail. I have them because I'm the ward of the Morinozuka's, not because I'm the Chairman and CEO of Petto Chinmi, therefore the Morinozuka's pay for their transportation and any other expenses they require.
Traveling like a Rich Bastard isn't easy. Mainly because I don't want to. I want to take the train. Eiji relented after discussing the conditions he had. First was a private cabin, one that could hold Tanaki-san, Naoto-san, Satoshi, and me plus Eiji. The rest of the detail would be spread throughout the train. Second was that I'm escorted everywhere, including the restroom on the train. He reminded me that I'm being recognized from the ads, and that tighter security was needed here because it was public. And third was to keep the shades down.
Arguing with Eiji does no good. He's in charge of my security and will do whatever it takes to keep me safe. I'm trying to get used to it. It wasn't that bad before, but there are a lot more guards now and more restrictions.
All of this was further complicated by Satoshi's security detail. The two details agreed that since Satoshi is basically a weapon himself, only one guard was needed inside the cabin. However, they decided that both full details needed to come, in case we didn't stay together throughout the whole show.
Fortunately, both Tanaki-san and Naoto-san were getting used to this and passed it off with a laugh.
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As we pulled out of the station, I gave everyone an overview of what the show would be like. Tanaki-san had been to the one the weekend of Haruhi-san's accident, but, as a dog breeder, I've been to many, many more.
"The exhibition area will be rows and rows of booths, including yours. I decided against one this year, as we don't have any litters coming up for several months, and those are already sold."
"What kind of booths?" Satoshi-sama asked. "I'm familiar with the ones at kendo competitions, but nothing like this."
I took a sip of my coffee and began to list them. "Breeders, food manufactures, toys and accessories, vet schools, and various other things. Some will seem random, but the people who own and show dogs need lots of different types of things."
"Gorou-san came up last night with her marketing team to set up the booth," Tanaki-san said. That's a good idea avoiding the morning rush, especially at a smaller show where the support level isn't as high. "They will be handing out promotional material, samples of treats and food, and what the American's call 'swag', or things like t-shirts and pens with the company logo."
Haruhi-san asked, "I have an idea what I want to see and do, but I'd like your opinion, Naoto-san. Where is my time and energy best spent?"
"Depends on where you're taking your company next. If you want to broaden awareness, spend time with the people coming by the booth, pet stores and other venues such as dog parks that could carry your products. Do interviews with the media. Talk to the breeders and see if they are using your products. If not, find out why.
"If you want to branch out into dog parks and boarding, talk to those representatives to get ideas and ask questions. Make note of those who were helpful and maybe don't encroach on their market share until you're fully established."
By this time, Haruhi-san's eyes had grown huge, and she'd leaned back in her seat looking like she'd been blasted back.
"Don't be nervous. I'm sure either Tanaki-san or I will be with you the whole time."
She shook her head. "Thanks, but I don't want it to look like I need a babysitter."
"Haruhi-senpai, you have a cast on your arm. You're going to need help."
That was a huge sigh she let out. "I suppose so. I can't wait to get this thing off."
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Morinozuka Dojo:
As I stood back watching Mitsukuni and Chika fight, I wished Satoshi was here to help me train.
Chika is improving greatly, and I have no doubt he'll bring home the gold for Japan. Satoshi and I will bring home the gold and silver, but will I win gold? Satoshi's drive is building and he's a peak physical shape. I, however, have been too involved with school, work, and various family matters to train as much as I should.
I must rededicate myself.
"Takashi! Water!"
They were coming off the mats, and I tossed them two bottles.
"You are improving, Chika-chan. I know Father will be proud."
"Thanks, Alien."
"And you," Mitsukuni whirled around and pointed at me, "what were you thinking about, because it wasn't our training."
I did not what to discuss my training concerns, so I said, "Haruhi and getting her back into self-defense training and increasing her stamina." It is something I've been thinking about, especially since those ads came out.
"We can't really do anything until that cast comes off."
"Not true. Haruhi-senpai can walk. She's not ready to run yet, but either a morning or evening walk will help loosen her up and start to increase her stamina."
"Great idea, Chika-chan!" Mitsukuni said as he downed his second bottle of water. "She can walk on the treadmill while we run!"
"Hn." That would work. It would allow me to train and stay close to her.
"We can bring it up at breakfast on Monday."
"Carefully," I said. "It must not look like we are pressuring her."
"OK, Takashi." Mitsukuni jumped up on my shoulders. "Let's go get some cake."
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Dog Show, Nagano:
I decided that I would stay closest to Haruhi-sama for her protection. She's comfortable with me the most. Satoshi-sama's security point would run the peripheral and assign one guard to shadow him.
We didn't expect anything to happen at a dog show, but things have a habit of happening when you least expect them.
We followed Haruhi-sama to the registration booth where we all signed in and received our credentials. This small show didn't have security credentials, so both details bought regular tickets.
After that, we deployed the peripheral guards and followed the group to the Petto Chinmi booth.
"Eiji," I heard in my earpiece, "all guards are deployed. Back exhibitor's entrance wide open with only quick checks of credentials. We have three there."
"Excellent. Report when necessary."
Satoshi-sama stayed with her as Haruhi-sama checked in with the sponsor coordinator and inspected her banners. I know we all would feel more secure if he stayed by her side all day, but it won't happen.
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Morinozuka Kitchen:
"Mitsukuni," Takashi said to me, "not too much cake. Your stomach should not be upset at the funeral."
The funeral. I wish I could eat myself into a sugar coma, so I don't have to go. Seeing Ootori will test my patience.
"Just one more," I said quickly before I stuffed it in my mouth. Takashi rolled his eyes. He's more expressive when it's just family.
"At the end of the month, there is both a kendo and a karate world cup in Europe on the same weekend. Will we be traveling together?"
"Excellent question, Chika," Uncle said as he walked into the kitchen. "How was practice?"
"You'd be so proud, Uncle. Chika is doing so great!"
"Very well." He poured himself a cup of coffee and said, "The last weekend in February has dual world cups in Europe. We will all be traveling as a family, splitting up by city when we arrive."
"Yea!" I shouted, spinning around with Usa-chan. "Haru-chan too?"
"Of course. She's part of the family."
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Phone call between Kasanoda Ryuu and Nakamura (Police officer):
Nakamura: "Kasanoda-sama, we haven't met. I'm the police officer than handled the Shimada Syndicate bombing. Nakamura Naoji."
Ryuu: "Thank you for your…consideration during that incident. What do you need?"
Nakamura: "I've received an anonymous tip that your car dealership is a front for a chop shop. Unfortunately, I must inspect it, however I wanted to notify you first." So that he can remove any evidence prior to my inspection. I don't need yakuza trouble.
Ryuu: "Chop Shop? And you have no idea where the tip came from?"
Nakamura: "No, Sir. I have an officer running that down."
Ryuu: It's clear what this officer is doing by notifying me first. He's allowing me to move our operation. I've nothing to move. The car dealership is completely legal. "Inspecting the dealership is not a problem, Nakamura-san. I'll send my son down right away to oversee it."
Nakamura: Whew. It's legitimate. "I'll meet him there. Thank you for your cooperation, Kasanoda-sama."
Ryuu: "And thank you for your consideration, Nakamura-san. It won't be forgotten."
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None of the Ootori Siblings want to go to this Funeral:
Yuuichi:
I downed my sake in one shot and refilled the glass. There's no fucking way I'm going to this funeral without some buffer from reality.
New suit. Go get a new suit. I'd rather wear red and celebrate his death. But, being the good little Ootori Kyoya thinks I am, I got a new suit and stuck him with the bill. And it was huge.
I just know that during that stupid reception I'll have to talk to all those businesspeople. Fuck. I'm sure the CEO's of my previous companies will be there, laughing behind their hands at the way Kyoya stole my companies right out from under me.
What am I going to do if that little shit sticks me with one of their daughters as a wife? I think I'd rather be poor than suffer through that humiliation every day for the rest of my life. One thing's for sure, I wouldn't feel sorry for that girl. She'll be the type of wife I'd want and couldn't say anything about it.
Maybe I can get blackout drunk and no one will notice.
Akito:
I know Yuuichi is in his room drinking. He doesn't like not being in control…who does? But, whatever Kyoya is going to do, he's going to do. We must accept it.
With graduation coming up, I'm worried about where I'll intern. Kyoya could send me anywhere. I'll have to prove myself to him if I want to come back to Tokyo to practice. I'm willing to do that for myself and my future family.
I've never really had a serious relationship, and I certainly don't have one-night relationships that involve money like Yuuichi does. I'll respect Kyoya's choice of bride and hope the two of us can make it work.
Being married might even be a good thing. A wife could make an interning doctor's life easier. I wonder how much time I'd be expected to spend with her family.
Fuyumi:
I'm sure I'm the only one of his children that's even the slightest bit sorry Father's dead. He didn't treat me like the boys. I wasn't pitted against them in a competition. No, I was just sold off as a business bride. It wasn't a surprise. I knew from a very early age that he would arrange my marriage and I'd have no choice. Fortunately, my husband is a decent man. Unlike Father.
I was relieved when Kyoya said Sota doesn't have to come. He's too young and never really knew his grandfather. I did my best to keep him away. He's the Shido heir. But, now he's the Ootori heir too. At least until Kyoya decides on a bride and has a son.
I don't need Kyoya to tell me what my role is today. The mournful daughter and the mother of the current heir. I'll be reassuring the board members and business partners that I can successfully take over until Sota comes of age if Kyoya dies.
Today is going to be so boring.
Kyoya:
Just this one more day. One more. One more and then I never have to deal with anything to do with Yoshio ever again. Never.
Fuyumi was right about my drinking. It was getting out of hand. That night I ordered all alcohol removed from my apartment and office. It's been four days and I still reach out for a glass. I'm Ootori Kyoya and will not be dependent on a crutch like alcohol.
Haru's gone. I'm no longer welcome in the Host Club—the club I cofounded. All my friendships have ended.
There's only one happy thing left in my life and that's Sota. That amazing little boy. I haven't seen him since he came to that board meeting, and that's unacceptable. I will make more time for my nephew.
Kasanoda and Morinozuka-senpai better be taking care of the threat against Haru. I'm sure her security detail has been increased. Mori would never allow her to be in any danger. Kasanoda wanted blood, so I assume he's searching hard for the bastards that ran her off the road.
I don't know what I'd do if something happened to her. I gave her up, yes. But I also want her to be happy.
Haru…If there was ever a chance again, I'd grab onto her and never let go.
I'm glad she's at her dog show and far away from this funeral.
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Kasanoda Car Lot:
I walked into and saw Wada, the head salesman, talking to what had to be the police officer, Nakamura-san.
They turned to me and Nakamura-san had the decency to look embarrassed.
"Kasanoda-sama, thank you for meeting me here."
Pops told me to be nice because he gave us time to cleanup if we needed it.
"Not a problem. It was an anonymous tip?" Fucking fucker and these anonymous tips. I thought we'd be left alone considering what we could do to them.
"Yes, Sir. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the complaint, we need to investigate."
"Sure thing." This is going to take fucking forever. "Wada-san will walk you through and show you any records you need to see. I'll be around if you have a question. Just let me know."
"Thank you Kasanoda-sama. If you'll follow me, Nakamura-san, I'll give you a tour.
I climbed into the driver's seat of one of the sports cars in the showroom. Not bad, but they don't sell many high-end models at this dealership.
What a fucking waste of time. This place is 100% legitimate. OK, the syndicate gets all its vehicles through here, but we buy them, and they are all registered. Well, maybe not all our vehicles. You can't drive up and start something in a traceable car. Those are smuggled in from overseas and stored in several warehouses around Tokyo.
Not that any of that matters. The police won't find a thing here. I'm just babysitting.
I pulled out my phone to shoot a bunch of people in that stupid game that has me hooked.
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"As you can see, Nakamura-san, all vehicles have matching paperwork and all vin numbers within each vehicle match. Our parts department only contains new parts in their factory packaging."
"You have receipts for all those?"
"Yes, just a minute."
He turned to pull out those files when I stopped him. "Never mind, Wada-san. I don't need to see them, just have it confirmed that you have them."
While all this may seem like a waste of time, it isn't. Both the syndicate and the police are getting something out of this. The syndicate is building good will with the police by allowing us quick access and acknowledging the chance we gave them to clean this place out. The police get this confirmed as a legitimate business.
"Is there anything else you need, Nakamura-san?"
"No. I've checked everything necessary and can confirm the legitimacy of this dealership. I appreciate your helpfulness."
"Anything for the police."
We walked back to the showroom and found Kasanoda-sama kicked back in a sports car playing on his phone.
"Kasanoda-sama, the inspection is complete. No issues were found."
"Of course not," he grumbled as he got out of the car. "Pops and I appreciate your professional courtesy, Nakamura-san. I was good to work with you."
I bowed and thanked him again for his cooperation.
"Always happy to cooperate with the police," he said with a smirk.
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On my way back to the compound, I emailed Mori-senpai and told him about the tip and the inspection.
I gave him the name of our head lawyer, Maki-san, and his contact info.
Fucking tipster. I enjoyed myself thinking about all the things I could do to him for the rest of the ride.
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Dog Show, Nagano:
The Petto Chinmi booth looks great. Very professional. Better than my dog breeding booth. I asked where they got it done and will probably do mine again before the national show.
I'm escorting Haruhi-san through the exhibition hall now. She spoke with the kennel equipment supplier for quite a while about which cages, pens, and runs were the best for indoor kennels in the city. The dental health representative she met was interested in partnering with her in Petto Chinmi stores, as she doesn't have much in stock.
The dog clothes and grooming booths had models, and she stopped to pet them. After picking up a flyer, she bought a black leather hat for a small dog. "I have a friend that dresses her dog in leather sometimes. She'll love this." Do I want to meet this friend?
We walked by the Japan Veterinary Association and Vet Schools. I suggested getting her food into different vet clinics, and she wrote it down to research later. That notebook of hers is filling up fast.
"Stop licking me!"
I recognize that laugh and so did Haruhi-san. We turned a corner and saw Satoshi-san in the middle of a litter of puppies. I knew the breeder and introduced him to Haruhi-san.
They bowed and immediately started discussing nutrition and dog showing.
I sat down to play with the puppies. Toy chihuahuas. Little small for my taste, but cute anyway.
"I didn't know dogs came this small," Satoshi-san said, giggling as they climbed all over him. He may not realize it, but he's doing a good job helping to sell them.
"You'll have to watch the toy part of the competition. Those are all small."
"OK. I know I want to see some of it. I've never been to one or seen them on TV."
By this time, several people were standing around the pen we were in. I wouldn't be surprised if he sells out today. Wish I had some to bring.
"Are all of these show dogs?" Satoshi-san asked.
"No. Not every dog with a pedigree meets the breed standards to show. The ones that don't are sold as pets or trained as service dogs."
"What does this breeder tend to do?"
"He has his non-show dogs trained as comfort dogs and sells them."
Satoshi-san's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed, and his lips pursed. With that expression, everyone always knows when he's thinking.
"Satoshi? Naoto-san? Are you ready to move on?" Haruhi-san asked.
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Ootori Yoshio's Funeral:
I watched him die, and now I'm here at Yoshio's funeral.
There are hundreds of people here, most only to see and be seen. Security is checking invitations and the press is being kept outside. The Ootori private photographer will provide pictures to the pool.
The flowers are making me slightly nauseous. As usual, everything is over-the-top. I can hear Haru's voice in the back of my head saying 'Rich Bastards'.
Standing here, staring down at him, I think the mortician deserves a raise. There's no evidence he's been held in a small cell and allowed to go insane. That has to be a wig—he had pulled out most of his hair by the end. The skin doesn't have that grayish yellow color and they kept his mouth closed to hide his broken and brown teeth.
I feel cheated somehow. Watching him die wasn't enough. I wanted to feel his throat in my hands as I squeezed the life out of him. I wanted to be the one to make his heart stop. To end his miserable existence.
Perhaps it's better that I didn't.
I need a drink, but I won't have one.
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Receiving Line:
"I'm so sorry for your loss." I'm so glad that bastard is gone. I can rest easy now that there is no more evidence. He told me it would be destroyed upon his death."
Until now, there was still a chance Yoshio would take back control of the conglomeration. Kyoya will be fully in charge now. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Kyoya-sama." I'll have to learn to work with him now, rather than faking it.
"Yoshio was a great man. His loss will be felt throughout Japan." We've already felt his loss for a long time. Kyoya isn't half the man his father was.
"I'm so sorry for your loss, Kyoya-sama." Where's the bar? I want to celebrate.
"Please let me know if there is anything I can do." Maybe that kid will finally put me on the board.
Maybe I should resign from the board, now that I know Yoshio isn't coming back. I can't stand working with a kid that's less than half my age. "His leadership and wisdom will be missed."
"He was a dear friend and will be missed." I haven't spoken to him in months and months. His family was keeping everyone away. I'll miss my friend. We saw eye-to-eye on so many things.
Yoshio always knew what to do to get the job done. His son doesn't seem to have the courage. "I'm so sorry for your loss."
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All these old men shaking my hand, telling me how much Yoshio will be missed. They're just like him, and they make me sick. Now that he's gone, I can clean house and get rid of them. Maybe I should take all their companies while I'm at it.
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Dog Show, Nagano:
"Eiji, where's Haruhi-senpai?" I'd looked around for a few minutes before I realized I can just ask security. Duh. I think the twins language is rubbing off on me.
"Follow me," he said and led me around to a secluded spot behind a delivery pallet. What's she doing here?
"There was a loud crash when a piece of equipment fell. She needed a few minutes."
That makes sense. She's scared of a lot more than thunder now.
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I wish Dad was here. He'd enjoy this so much, watching the dogs being shown, seeing the Petto Chinmi booth, watching me in this suit.
"Haruhi-senpai?"
"Satoshi?" I said as I jumped. "You startled me."
"Sorry. I couldn't find you. I wanted to make sure you're OK."
I took a deep breath and counted to ten to calm down.
"There was a crash, and I needed to be alone to calm down. The doctor prescribed some anti-anxiety medication, but I don't think it's taken full effect yet." Maybe I need a stronger dose. The adrenalin rush of a panic attack makes me sick, and it stays with me for a long time.
I hope Satoshi doesn't see my hands shaking.
"Give it some time. You only got the prescription this week, right?"
I nodded and looked at my feet. What possessed Kaoru to dress me in ankle-boots with heels? He knew I'd be on my feet all day. And why did I listen? He wanted the outfit to be complete in case I was recognized. I should have worn flats.
"Come on," Satoshi said as he stood and held out his hand, "let's go back to your booth. You never know who you're missing."
"True."
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After I dropped her off at her booth, I decided to take another spin around the exhibition hall and then find something to eat. Seems like I'm always eating. Maybe it's another growth spurt.
I passed a booth I hadn't paid attention to before. Service dogs. Hmm.
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Ootori Yoshio's Funeral Reception:
Mother, Father, and I walked through the receiving line after Mitsukuni and his parents. After saying a few words of sympathy, I won't have to talk to Ootori again.
That doesn't mean watching him isn't interesting. He's a good actor, but I've spent years learning how to read facial expressions and body language of competitors. I can tell he's tired and frustrated, probably at having to be here and pretend he's mourning his father.
"Takashi, I found the cake," Mitsukuni said as he sat down next to me with a huge chocolate cake.
"I think that was meant to be cut and shared."
"If I'm going to get through this without doing something to Ootori, I'll need this and a lot more."
"Hnn."
Our parents were working their way through the crowd, making contact with business associates. It will be my turn soon.
Why is Ito-san here? Her father owns a huge pharmaceutical company, but she's not his heir. Then she and her father walked up to Ootori and his brother Akito, and it looked like she was formally introduced. She did say something about an arranged marriage. Is it to Ootori? Perhaps father can say something to her father and tell him what type of man Ootori is.
Arranged marriages can be awful, and I feel sorry for her. I want to believe Ootori wouldn't treat his wife cruelly, but after what he did to Haruhi, I think he's capable of anything.
Later, I'm mingling with several business associates when I see Tamaki and Ootori speaking. I'm just close enough to hear them without trying to.
"Kyoya, I'm so sorry about your father."
"Thank you, Tamaki. You're a good friend."
"Let me know if there is anything I can do. I want to help you through this."
"Of course. I will give you a call if I need anything."
Then they split. Just enough to reaffirm their supposed friendship. The Suoh's and the Ootori's on good terms is important to the financial stability of Japan. I'm sure that was hard on Tamaki.
He's walking this way.
"Mori-senpai, good to see you."
"And you. I saw you speaking with Kyoya." I can't refer to him as 'Ootori' out loud. Too many ears that would wonder if our friendship was damaged.
"Yes. Just offering my best friend my condolences."
I nodded, indicating I knew exactly what he meant.
"Have you tried the chilled soba and cucumber? It's excellent."
We walked over to the buffet and found Mitsukuni taking an entire strawberry cake.
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I caught up with Father and Grandmother as they were accepting glasses of wine. If we were in France, I'd be drinking one too.
"Tamaki," Father said, "Have you spoken with Kyoya-kun?"
"Yes, Sir." He has no idea what Kyoya has put Haruhi through or why our friendship is suffering. He doesn't need to know.
"Well, I'm not sorry he's gone. The Ootori Conglomeration has needed a leader with foresight and fresh ideas. Now Kyoya-san will be able to completely take over." Grandmother took a sip of her wine and looked through the crowd with a sharp eye. She knows everyone here and the benefit of her speaking to them.
"Tamaki, escort me over to the Haninozuka's," she demanded as she held out her arm.
"It's my honor, Grandmother." Father followed along behind us.
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This farce is almost over.
"Kyoya-sama."
Wonderful. Another sycophant wanting me to either grant them a board seat or marry their daughter.
I was surprised when I turned around. "Ono-san. Thank you for coming. I'm sure Father would be pleased you're here."
Ono-san was Yoshio's best ally on the Ootori board, but surprisingly supported me when I took over. He's been a good asset.
"I wanted to discuss one or two things, as we near the end of this reception."
"Of course."
"Are you considering Ito-san's offer of his daughter, Yuki, as your wife?"
"She's the most logical so far, but I'm still thinking about it."
"Bringing her father's business and the Ootori conglomerate closer can only make our business stronger."
"Yes. I'm aware." That was abrupt, and I didn't mean it to be quite that bad, but I'm not sure I want to put that girl through life with me. I'll be a horrible husband.
"You do realize the board will be even more insistent on a direct heir now that Yoshio is gone."
"Yes, but I won't rush this and find I've made the wrong decision."
"Very well."
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Late that Night on a Train:
Eiji:
Guarding Haruhi-sama today was a success. The two details worked well together with no glitches. Commoner transportation was our biggest worry, but there were no problems.
Looking around the compartment, everyone is in their own world. They all look exhausted from the day.
Tanaki-sama is checking email on his phone. Gorou-sama left her team to break down the booth and come back on a later train. She's updating her notes.
Naoto-sama looks comfortable with Haruhi-sama asleep on his shoulder. He's looking up at the ceiling and thinking about I have no idea what. Satoshi-sama is sitting on the other side of Haruhi-sama and is not doing much to hide his dislike of Naoto-sama. There could be problems with that later.
Tanaki:
The show was a complete success. More so than the one Haruhi-sama missed. She adds so much enthusiasm and genuine curiosity that people naturally want to talk to her.
The three-year plan is moving forward, and her presence on Tuesdays will speed it up. A couple departments have presentations ready to give her on their research.
Naoto:
This tiny girl is such a sweetheart. She's a joy to spend time with. I'm not surprised she's completely out of it, sleeping on my shoulder. I can feel her soft breath on my neck. It's good to be able to comfort her after all she's been through.
I'm not an idiot. I realize there's more than the accident and her father's death. She had a fragile air around her before that. I don't need to know what happened. I just want to be there for her.
Dinner and a movie took her mind off her situation for a while. What else can we do together? I know she wanted to take some dogs to a dog park. I'll start there.
Gorou (Marketing Manager):
Let's see. I'll need copies of the newspaper articles in tomorrow's paper. Both Haruhi-sama and I gave great interviews to the press.
She'll be in on Tuesday, so the sales department needs to have a presentation showing the increase in sales from the shows and the biscuit promotion.
My team has information regarding store expansion and dog parks. Not sure she'll like it, but I know she wants what's best for the company.
She's so cute over there asleep on Naoto-san's shoulder. The last time my son met her at the library for English and physics tutoring, he took her out to dinner. He says he sees her as only a friend but would them being a couple be such a bad idea. I think they go well together.
Maybe I should invite her over for dinner.
Satoshi:
Why is she asleep on his shoulder? She knows me better.
I can't tell how the funeral went from Taka's text. All he said was none of them killed Ootori or embarrassed the families.
I want the juicy details. Renge-senpai will tell me everything next time I see her.
Eiji:
The days of her being an anonymous model for the Hitachiin label are over, and it only took a week. I'm not sure who had that in the betting pool. I had five days.
She gave an interview to the paper and a quick on camera interview for the local TV news. It won't take long before the pieces are put together. Our IT security will have to step up their social media monitoring. She'll be a hashtag by the end of the weekend.
Her ownership of Petto Chinmi will also come out from those interviews. I'm not a financial expert, so I don't know how this information will affect her stock prices. Hopefully, there won't be a huge impact. It's time to assign a full-time guard to Petto Chinmi. We have them at all the companies the Morinozuka's own, including those the young masters own. This would be no different. They would work with existing security, not take it over.
Haruhi-sama was also recognized and asked if the suit she was wearing was part of the line. She did well and security responded appropriately.
Her mail will need to be handled differently. I know there has been fan mail coming into the Hitachiin studio, but she wasn't identified then. Now some will be coming in to the Morinozuka estate, Ouran, and Petto Chinmi as well.
"Eiji," I heard in my earpiece, "check twitter. She's a hashtag."
That didn't take long. #FujiokaHaruhi and #HitachiinModel
I'll have the entire team meet tomorrow along with the Morinozuka and Haninozuka security heads and review what needs to be done.
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Chika's Room, Morinozuka Estate:
I was right. I almost always am. With the announcement of Ootori Yoshio's death, Ootori Conglomeration stock went down and I picked up quite a bit. I continued the order for the time being. I don't expect it to go back up significantly until Kyoya completes a merger or other large acquisition.
I'll put in an order for Petto Chinmi and Hitachiin stock. The way twitter is blowing up, both will increase Monday. The more of Haruhi-senpai's stock I can get, the easier it will be for her to take the company private. It's really the best for its size.
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Author's Note:
Big dates…
Ritsu and Shinobu – like her new nickname – Bu? Honey and Cho getting to know the parents better. Don't forget Satoshi. He's turning into a player.
Tamaki's grandmother seemed impressed throughout the two days. Finally chipping away at the ice around her heart.
Dog show – mainly wanted to show how Haruhi has grown into her role. Did I?
Funeral – could have taken that many different ways but went with understated. What do you think about how his brothers are developing?
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Next Chapter:
Haruhi goes back to her apartment.
Yoshio's will reading and a surprise among the siblings.
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