Author's Note: Thanks for all your reviews. It's good hearing from you. Extra long chapter tonight. Wanted to start and end where I did, and the middle just kept growing. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
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Date Posted: 4/18/2020
Trigger Warnings: Language, as always.
The Next Phase - Chapter 34: An Ootori Marriage
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Monday, March 28:
After Classes, Doctor's Office, Nozuka Hospital:
"This way please, Fujioka-sama."
I was led into an office with plush chairs, a desk in the corner, and an older woman wearing glasses with her hair up in a bun held by chopsticks. This is my therapist.
"Good afternoon, Fujioka-sama."
"Good afternoon, Inoue-sensei."
She gestured to a chair and said, "Please sit and make yourself comfortable. We want to be sure I can help you, so today we'll talk about your concerns and if I'm able to address them. You'll also evaluate me and see if you're comfortable talking to me."
I sat down and stared at her. I have no idea how to start.
"First, I'd like you to call me Sayo. Would it be alright if I called you Haruhi?"
"Yes, please, Sayo-san."
"Just Sayo, Haruhi. We'll be talking about important and private things. You being comfortable with me is important."
I nodded and sat there. I looked down at my lap and realized my hands were shaking.
"Morinozuka-sama told me a little about what brings you here, but I'd like to hear it in your own words."
I took a deep breath and blew it out, shifted in my chair, and clenched my hands trying to make them stop. "My father died. I miss him."
"I'm sorry you are going through that. I'm sure it's been difficult."
Difficult? Of course, it's been difficult. Three people died in the car I bought for Dad. I was kidnapped. I can't stand being in a car now. I'm living with a friend's parents in a house that's bigger than my entire apartment complex. I react to loud noises. I can't sleep well. Most things don't taste good.
"Yes, it's been difficult."
She looked at me for a long time, waiting for more. Finally, she sighed, "Haruhi, if you had to pick one thing that is at the top of your mind right now, what would it be?"
Finals? Work? Going private? Finding my missing stock? No sleep? Being guarded all the time? Closing the Host Club? Knowing the people that drove us off the road are still out there? Worrying I'm going to bump into Kyoya-senpai every time I leave the mansion?
No, none of those. Those are constants now.
"I'm giving an interview to a magazine."
"This is in conjunction with your modeling for Hitachiin Fashions?"
"Yes."
"And you're worried, why?"
"My friend's business is riding on me. I can't make a mistake."
"Do you think you will make a mistake?" she asked. Her voice is soft and concerned. Does she talk to everyone like that?
"Probably," I flinched. "I don't know what I'm doing."
"This friend of yours…"
"Hitachiin Kaoru," I supplied.
"Kaoru. Do you think he'd let you go into an interview unprepared?"
I thought about that for a few minutes. Kaoru's business is relying on this. He's also one of my best friends. "He'd never put me in that position."
"Alright. Does knowing that help?"
"I guess so."
'Guess'? Where's the confident, independent Haruhi I used to be? I'm being smothered by too many new things.
"Can you think of some things that might help you get through this interview? Things you can do to lessen the stress?"
"I don't know what I'm doing, and that bothers me. I need to learn what to do. We're having a meeting with the PR people today after this. That should help." 'Bothers me'? I'm scared, not 'bothered'.
"What about a practice interview? One of the public relations people could do that. Maybe someone you aren't familiar with?"
"That's not a bad idea. I'll bring it up today."
We sat in silence again for a few minutes. Am I just supposed to start talking? Or will she ask the questions?
"Haruhi, why are you here in therapy? What do you hope to get out of it?"
Those are the million-yen questions. Can I come out of this with anything?
"There was an incident last Monday. We decided therapy might help." I told her about the car crash next to us in traffic and blacking out. How the doctor suggested adjusting my medication and going to therapy.
"I want to be myself again."
"What about you now isn't what you were before?"
I leaned back in the chair and gave it some serious thought. I could run off a list of things, but what are the ones that are truly important? Not where I live. Not having a security detail. Not modeling. Those are facts. Those don't define who I am. Who I was.
"My confidence is, not necessarily gone, but hiding. Before all this, I knew what I wanted, knew how to get there, and knew I could do it."
"And now you're not sure you can?"
"I'm not sure how to say this. It's a strange feeling. It's almost as if I don't want to. I don't want to because I don't think I can anymore. There's so much."
She handed me a box of tissues. That's when I noticed I was crying.
"This!" I said, waving a tissue around. "This is a problem. I hardly ever used to cry. I'd face things head on and win, but not anymore."
I wiped the tears and sighed, "Now I'm trying to swim in the ocean, but the waves keep pushing me down. I barely catch my breath before the next one hits. There's no time to pull myself together and face anything. I hardly have time to breathe before something else hits me."
"I see from your medical charts, you've been taking anti-anxiety medication. Has that helped at all?"
"Some," I hesitated. "Maybe."
"These charts also show that the dosage has been increased, and you've been prescribed anti-depressants. That was just last week, so they haven't had a chance to take full effect," she said and took some notes on her file for me. "Do you think they will help?"
"The doctor thinks so. I have no idea."
"I'm sure the doctor explained to you that finding the right mix of drugs can be difficult and may take some time." I nodded. "Good. Give them a chance. They may be just what you need to break through and face things again."
I hope so. This floundering is not me.
"Besides your confidence, is there anything else that's different?"
I gave a bitter laugh, "Everything is tied to confidence, isn't it? I don't trust some of the decisions I make. I'm worried I can't get everything done. I feel like I'm disappointing the people around me. My temper is shorter. I'm scared of new things."
She took some more notes and asked, "Thinking back, only you know how far to go, but thinking back, what decision did you make that started all of this? What decision was wrong and stopped you from being confident?"
There are so many. Was it dating Kyoya-senpai? Walking into that music room in the first place? Going to Ouran? Not quitting the Host Club after they hurt me? Not transferring schools? The path I designed to become a lawyer? Deciding to become a lawyer?
Or was it something much smaller?
"I'm not sure. I've made many decisions that were correct at the moment but could be twisted into being wrong."
She smiled, "Everyone's life is full of those. You make the best decision you can, with the information you have, and your gut instinct, and live with it." She shifted in her chair, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Is there one you can look back on and say, 'That changed everything. Everything since then has been broken.'?"
That's when it hit me, and I burst into tears. "I bought my dad a car."
She knelt in front of me and pulled me into her arms. I have no idea how long I cried, but her shirt was all wet when I finally slowed down.
"Haruhi," she said as she pulled back and looked into my eyes, "I believe I can help you. If we work together, we'll find you again. Will you let me?"
I nodded, but my whole body was shaking. I'd just agreed to open myself up completely to a stranger.
"Good." She walked over to her desk, "I suggest semiweekly meetings to start. Do Monday and Thursday after your classes work?"
Twice a week? "That often?"
"Probably only for a few weeks, until we can get some coping mechanisms in place."
"Alright," I mumbled, pulling out my notebook to add the appointments.
"Until our next session, I have some homework for you."
My eyes shot up to hers and must have looked panicked. "Don't worry. It's not much. Please consider some type of meditative activity. Something that will allow you to relax both your body and mind. You don't have to start it yet, just think of some. We'll talk about it next time."
I nodded. I should be able to do that much.
"Then, I'll see you Thursday. Good luck at your meeting and interview. Remember, if you're uncertain about something, ask. You've never done this before. It's their job to get you ready for it."
"Thanks." That actually helps.
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Host Club:
"Ladies, may I present our karate gold medal winner Haninozuka Yasuchika!"
I stood up and accepted the cheering. Tamaki-senpai wanted me to come from behind a curtain onto a stage, but I flatly declined. There was no way I was doing something so grandiose and stupid.
"Congratulations, Chika!"
"We're so proud of you!"
"I can't wait to see you win gold in the Olympics!"
The girls settled down, and Tamaki-senpai went on, "Our kendo silver medal winner Morinozuka Takashi!"
"Congratulations Mori-senpai!"
"You'll take the gold next time."
More cheering as he stood for his acknowledgement. I, along with the entire martial arts world, was shocked when Satoshi beat his older brother. I thought he'd been slacking off on his training and going to Neon all the time. Apparently not.
What most of the girls, the fans, the competitors, and everyone on the internet don't understand is that Takashi is proud of Satoshi. He's happy for him. It's all about who's better in the match, and Satoshi was better.
"And our kendo gold medal winner Morinozuka Satoshi!"
The cheering drowned out everything. Including my ability to think. Satoshi wanted to come out from behind the curtain and bow on stage, but he was overruled. Can anyone picture Takashi or me doing something like that?
"Yea! Satoshi!"
"I knew you could do it!"
"Next stop, Olympic Gold."
Well, that's not going to happen, and we all know it. For Satoshi to take gold at The Games, he'd have to beat Takashi in every match, gain the confidence, and do it again there. Takashi's too good for that to happen, and Satoshi knows it. This win was a personal best for him that won't be superseded for years, and he's satisfied with that.
"Today, we'll be watching highlights of the competitions and then the final matches in both. Please find a seat with your favorite host, enjoy some cake, and watch our amazing host competitors.
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After the matches were over, Tamaki-senpai stood up to announce this weekend's special activity. It was a crazy idea, but I think I've ironed out all the major problems.
"Princesses, after much consideration, the Ouran High School Host Club will be hosting an activity this weekend that we know you'll enjoy…CAMPING!"
There were some applause and some questions, but he held up his hands and said, "Please hold your questions. Satoshi will explain all the details in a minute.
"This will be an amazing adventure held right here in this room. We will start our escapade Friday at 6:00pm and end Saturday at 10:00am. All hosts will be present. Please join us for this fantastic opportunity." He waived at me, "Satoshi?"
I took a deep breath and blew it out. Here's where I have to sell camping to these girls.
"Ladies, the event will be held here. There will be tents and beds set up in this room, along with many other activities. We will also have campfires outside along with commoner campfire activities and food. Dinner, breakfast, and snacks will be included.
"Rest assured, your safety and enjoyment are our priority. There will be female chaperones here overnight to reassure your parents and maintain propriety."
I looked around the room and saw some excited and some curious.
"We must have your reservation by Wednesday at the end of club hours. There are enough spots for roughly half of our members."
"Who are the chaperones?"
"Excellent question. We took into account the need for reputations above questioning, ability to maintain propriety, and for them to also enjoy the activities. Chaperones will be Takashi's and my mother, Umeko, Mitsukuni's and Chika's mother Kumi, and the twin's mother, Yuzuha. They will be present the entire time and will be sleeping in this room with us.
"If any of your parents have any concerns, our mothers will be happy to speak with and reassure them."
The room exploded with requests.
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Hitachiin Studios:
I'm not sure why I was surprised to find a table full of snacks and drinks when the Morinozuka's and I walked into the meeting room. Dinner was just an hour ago, but refreshments seem to be required at every meeting. I wonder what they do with the leftovers.
Kaoru called the meeting to order and started, "Welcome everyone. I'll go around the room with quick introductions. To might right, Fujioka Haruhi, Endo, her personal PR representative, Morinozuka Umeko and Morinozuka Akira, her guardians, Hiroe-san, the Morinozuka PR head, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Yuzuha, Nanase-san, the Hitachiin PR head, and Mao, my personal assistant. Thank you all for coming."
He gestured to the food table, "Please help yourselves to refreshments. I don't know how long this meeting will last.
My eyes went around the table. Most were eager to get started, one or two seemed bored.
"Haruhi has agreed to do an interview on her background, her path to this point in her life, and how she feels as a model. The interview's primary objective is to quash the bad press she and the line are getting regarding her background.
"We need to decide the magazine and interviewer along with drafting questions and practicing with Haruhi. Ideas?"
I sat back and listened to different magazines and interviewers being suggested. I only knew a couple of the magazines and none of the interviewers. I trusted Kaoru to pick the right ones to make this work and that I'd be comfortable with.
Dad? Did you realize how big this would get when you said I should do this? I hope you and Mom are happy with how it's going. I'm doing my best and wishing it's good enough.
"That's settled." He turned to me, "Haruhi, would you be more comfortable answering specific questions or just telling your story with questions interjected to keep it on track?"
I have no idea. It's not like I've done this before. They both sound frightening.
"Which would be better?"
Nanase-san, the Hitachiin PR head, spoke up, "I believe the latter would be best. You would control the flow of information by telling your story in the manner you wish. Questions could come in an odd order or take the interview off topic. We can come up with bullet points for your story and you could fill in the narrative."
"I think I can do that. I'm less likely to be thrown off topic or become speechless that way."
She smiled reassuringly at me and said, "We'll have you go through your story a couple of times and ask you some practice questions. Don't worry. We're not sending you to the jackals of the press."
I let out a nervous giggle that was strange to me. Kaoru gave my knee a squeeze under the table and whispered, "You'll do fine. I won't let anything happen that you aren't comfortable with. I've got your back."
"Thanks."
The next half hour had us building bullet points and suggested questions, some quite embarrassing. Why should they care if I wear Hitachiin underwear?
"Next is public image. We need ways to tone down her elite presentation and emphasize her commoner roots. I've already suggested that if Haruhi's not wearing her Ouran uniform or a suit from the line, she wear commoner clothes, the more identifiable as commoner the better."
Nothing like being talked about like I'm not here.
"Maybe there are photo ops of more common activities."
"Such as?"
"Getting coffee, shopping at a newsstand, eating from street venders?"
"Volunteering at the charities linked to the line."
"Just make sure her security detail isn't in the pictures."
"And that she's not wearing anything designer." They turned and smiled at me, "What you have on now is fine."
What I'm wearing now? It's just jeans and a t-shirt with a hoodie because I'm cold.
"What about a street fair? It's getting warmer and there will be some soon."
"That's a good idea. Maybe playing some games."
"With her commoner friends, not her Ouran friends."
This went on for a while as Kaoru took notes. Then he asked me which I'd be comfortable doing. He'll probably regret this.
"I won't ask the charities to put up with an invasion for a photo op. If we want to include them, why not do the next photoshoot with them. I'll be wearing Hitachiin suits and be in their offices emphasizing what they focus on."
"That's brilliant," Hikaru said, slamming his fist on the table. "Don't ever think you don't have good ideas about advertising, Haruhi. That's a perfect idea."
"Definitely," Kaoru said, taking more notes. "We want to have the next photoshoot as soon as possible so we'll need to jump on that."
As soon as possible? Great.
"Anything else, Haruhi?"
"The street fair is fine, as is the newsstand. What about me using public transportation? I used to and would now if security allowed it. That's how we got to the last dog show."
"Another good idea."
"Are these pictures for Twitter and Instagram?" I asked.
"No. We can't just put these out on your account. They'll look staged. We can make sure they get to the right people and they'll publish them."
"It's all so complicated."
"That's why we're here."
"What about that kiss?"
Kiss? With Satoshi?
They were all looking at me. "Satoshi's a friend. He'd just won a gold medal at a world cup, his first. He was excited and just did it. It means nothing romantic."
"That's the line. When asked, say just that and keep saying it. Hopefully, it will diffuse soon."
When we left, the interview was scheduled for Thursday and the photoshoot for Sunday. Kaoru assured me I'd have time to study for my finals on Monday, and we'd practice the interview several times before it.
I'm beginning to see the advantage of a personal assistant.
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Tuesday, March 29:
Ouran Dining Hall:
"I've already signed up. I can't wait for Friday."
"Camping. I never would have thought I'd do something so common."
"Will the food be edible?"
"It's the Host Club. Of course, it will be. I'm sure they'll have a 5-star chef making commoner delicacies."
"What should we wear?"
"I have no idea. The twins will tell us."
I listened to the girls around me talking about our camping activity this weekend. I may never have been camping, but I've been to many different karate world cups and training camps. Those are typically conducted by commoners. I don't consider them 'roughing it'. Millions of our citizens live like that every day, and some with much less. The more I'm around Haruhi-senpai, the more I realize just how isolated some of the Ouran students are.
"Chika, what's the charity?"
"Today we are donating to 'Shine on! Kids'. They support families with children batting cancer or other serious illnesses. Kasanoda-senpai suggested it," I said, gesturing to him.
"This charity supports the family by helping them with lodging, food, etc. when their kid is in the hospital, especially if the hospital is far from their home and they cannot commute daily. Most can't take time off work to be with their kids, but this place helps with that."
"There must be more need for that than I realized."
"It never occurred to me that something like that would be needed."
"Here are seven donations from our lunch table. I'll write a bigger check and give it to you at club today. My niece died of cancer several years ago. It was hard on the family, and they didn't even have financial problems."
"Thank you," Kasanoda-senpai said, bowing slightly. "I know they will appreciate any support we can give them."
I collected a couple dozen envelopes during lunch, plus those from around our table. I know I'll find at least a dozen more in the drop box in the library, probably more.
One of those will be from Ootori, and it will be ten times the lunch cost. Is he still donating because he's still a student and feels obligated, or because he wants us to know he's paying attention to what we're doing, or because he wants to show us he's a good person, or because he genuinely cares? Doesn't matter. I'm the only one who knows he's doing it.
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"Tamaki-kun, have you signed up for your classes yet?"
"I have. Business accounting, principles of marketing, international politics, English composition, and music composition theory. I'll be busy, but it will be worth it."
"What about you, Cho-senpai?"
"I'm starting with some basics. World history, English composition…"
"Maybe we're in the same class," Tamaki-kun said. "When's yours?"
"Monday and Wednesday at 2:00."
"That's mine. I have an instant study partner!"
"Wonderful. We can help each other." They smiled at each other, then she remembered she was listing her classes. "Consumer behavior, media literacy, and phycology."
"Sounds like you'll both be busy," Haruhi said. "I can't wait to start."
"What about you, Keiko-senpai? Have you decided on a university? I know you were going abroad."
"Stanford. Their summer classes don't start until June, and the fall semester starts in September. I'm not sure what I'm doing until then."
We all threw out suggestions, but nothing she liked.
"I'll probably end up interning at Father's company. It will be good experience."
Hikaru spoke up, "I've learned a lot at Dad's company. I recommend it."
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Ootori CEO Public Office:
"I've gone through your list of prospective brides and have a few that might work," Akito said.
"Good. Who?"
He handed me a list and said, "They're all so young."
"Well, they were submitted for me."
One of the names popped out. "Ito Yuki? Why her? She's only a 2nd year in high school."
"She was the best match for the Ootori Conglomeration and seemed nice." He ran his hands through his hair and blew out a deep breath. "I'm not sure what I'm looking for. I've never been in a relationship, just a couple of first dates that never led to a second. I'm always studying. No time for a relationship. Her interests, those few she listed, are compatible with mine, she'll help the company, and she's intelligent. We'll be able to hold a conversation, and she'll be interested in doing more than shopping."
"It's interesting you picked her. She's the only one I haven't turned down yet. I'm supposed to give her father an answer this week."
"Oh. Well, if you wanted her for your bride, I'll withdraw her name. No problem."
"I'm not getting married yet. Sota's my heir, and I'm fine with that for now. So is the board, if I don't wait too long."
"Fine. She's my top candidate, but I obviously want to meet her first and maybe take her out a couple times to make sure."
"Of course."
I thought about what I'd learned since Sunday at the Gallery. As a potential business associate, I'd done a background check on Ito-san, but hadn't looked at Yuki-chan. I knew I was going to turn her down but wanted to string the father along to work a business proposal.
Once the Black Onion Squad did the background on her, my suspicions were proven correct. They found hospital records that indicate abuse. Nothing too serious, but a sprained wrist, bruised cheek, and a wrenched shoulder, each at a separate visit. There were hand shaped bruises on her arm when she went in for the shoulder.
Yoshio hit me. Several times. I'm almost positive he hit Akito as well. I'm not sure about Fuyumi. He basically ignored her, and she gave him no reason to be angry.
Yuki-chan needs to be removed from her home.
"Do you know why she didn't list her plans after high school? Nothing about university or what she wanted to focus on."
"She's waiting to see what will be in the marriage contract. Apparently, her father wants to leave that up to her future husband."
"Sounds like Yoshio."
I nodded and said, "I'll set up a dinner with the four of us. Does Thursday work for you?"
"Yes. That's fine."
"Good. I'll send you the details."
"Won't her father be upset that it's me instead of you?"
"Undoubtably. That's why we'll meet in public. He won't want to make a scene with the CEO of the Ootori Conglomeration. I'll make it clear that the contract would have been the same for me as it is for you."
"Then I'll see you Thursday evening," he stood and bowed slightly. Appropriate for a brother. "Thank you, Kyoya. You're handling this nothing like Yoshio would."
"You're welcome."
I pulled Yuki-chan's picture out of the folder on my desk. That bruised cheek is obviously from a backhand hit.
Each time she went to the hospital, her father paid them off. They went to an Ootori hospital. One of my hospitals. I fired all the doctors and nurses that were paid. They'll never work in Japan again.
Now, how do I get her out of the house? How do I keep her father from taking it out on her that it's Akito and not me?
I picked up the phone and dialed. "Fuyumi, I need your help."
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Hikaru's Internship Hitachiin Software:
"Let's go out for dinner," the head of the interns suggested.
"Good idea."
I turned to the new girl and asked if she wanted to go along.
"Thanks, but no. I have another commitment."
"Sure, no problem. Maybe next time."
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I couldn't get my mind off her during dinner. The rest of them thought I was trying to solve that glitch in our newest game.
Sasaki Natsumi. Her background's similar to Haruhi's, except she was raised by a single mother. She's in university on a scholarship from Dad's company which requires her to intern. She's already proven herself as a valuable member of the team by sorting out that other glitch, the one in the enemy spawning.
Maybe I should ask her out to Neon this Saturday.
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Email from Cho to Haruhi:
Haruhi,
Thank you so much for helping me learn to bake a cake for Honey-kun. He'll be so surprised.
Strawberry shortcake and chocolate cupcakes will go well with our date on Thursday.
See you at Ouran tomorrow.
Cho
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I'm surprised she didn't send an engraved thank-you card. Maybe she thinks this is what commoners do?
It was more enjoyable than I was expecting, even if I was worried about neglecting my studies the whole time. Every so often it's good to take a break and do something fun, but I really don't have time.
Eiji and I stopped to see Mom, Dad, and Jarou-san on the way home. It's been forever since I'd seen them.
I told Jarou-san about finding the picture and that we're looking for his son, and that I hoped he wouldn't be upset. I want to get that money to him.
Mostly, I sat there letting the breeze go by, listening to the leaves rustle, and smelling the cherry blossoms. I took deep breaths and tried to relax the tension in my back.
Is this the meditative activity Sayo was talking about yesterday?
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Wednesday, March 30:
Host Club:
"Welcome!"
"Oh, I love this anime!"
"Me too. It's perfect for the hosts."
This has to be one of the easiest cosplays we've had since I took over for Ootori. All I had to do was get a bunch of tennis rackets, balls, and a stuffed cat, then have a fake tennis court set up in the middle of the room.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Seigaku tennis club. As the captain, Tezuka Kunimitsu, I'll introduce you to the rest of the club."
Tamaki-senpai is obviously Tezuka. He'll be hosting on his own. After his introductions, the guests split up and sat with their favorite hosts.
I'm hosting as Fuji Shusuke with Takashi as Iuni Sadaharu.
"Would you like some of Iuni's Golden Power Remix?"
"That's not really Inui juice, is it Satoshi?"
"No, Princess. It's the perfect blend of gourmet tea done just for the Host Club."
"I would never poison you lovely ladies," Taka said. He's barely keeping the frown off his face. He enjoys being around the guys, but never really took to hosting.
They congratulated me again on my win, and Taka's silver, and asked about that kiss. I'm never going to live that down.
"Spur of the moment celebration with a good friend. I was so excited, I hardly even remember doing it. Haruhi-senpai and I are just good friends, nothing more."
How many times have I said that in the last three days?
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The stuffed cat Satoshi found to play Karupin is sitting on my lap even though I'm Ryuzaki Sakuno. Honey-senpai's Echizen Ryoma, but he's holding Usa-chan.
There's something about petting a stuffed animal. I'm going to ask Satoshi if I can keep it.
"You look great in that middle school uniform, Haruhi-chan."
"Thank you. I chose it over her tennis outfit. I liked these colors better." Fortunately, Kaoru made the skirt a little longer than the actual one.
"So, are you and Satoshi dating?"
I knew I'd get asked that. This is my first time hosting this week. I took a deep breath and sighed, "No, we're not. He's adrenaline got the better of him and he just gave me that kiss. No big deal. He's like a brother to me."
"OK. Would you like to go out with me sometime after finals? Maybe dinner or something else?" Osamu-san asked. I could tell his hands were trembling, and his cheeks has turned slightly pink.
I was wondering if he'd ever get the courage to ask. I'm not as oblivious as some think. I know he has a crush on me. I've known since the chocolate covered strawberries.
"That's very sweet of you, Osamu-san. I'm grateful for the offer. However, I'm not at a place in my life that allows for a romantic relationship. I'm mourning my father and settling into a new living arrangement with the Morinozuka's. I wouldn't be able to devote the time you'd deserve."
I made him blush deeper. "Thank you, Haruhi. I appreciate your honesty." He bowed his head and so did I.
Honey-senpai broke the awkward silence. "So, anyone want some Iuni juice?"
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Out of all the 'Prince of Tennis' characters, the golden pair of Eiji and Oishi only fit the twins. If it weren't for the black wig Kaoru's wearing, I wouldn't be sure which was which. It's changed their dynamic. Since Kaoru's Oishi, he's the pitcher, or maybe I should say he serves.
"Eiji, you missed that last ball. I think that deserves some 'Penal Tea'." Kaoru leaned over him, holding a glass with think green liquid. Revolting.
"Anything but that, Oishi, anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything," Hikaru breathed in his low, husky voice.
"MOE!"
They're perfect together.
"Then we'll play penalty games when we get home."
"Thank you, Oishi. Now put that glass down."
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"Listen, Viper, it's all your fault. You missed the serve."
"Watch your mouth, Momoshiro. The last time I served, they got a return ace off you."
Chika's really getting into his character, Kaido Kaoru. I don't mind being Momo. The wig's weird, and I'll never get used to glasses, but he's laid back, kinda like me.
"Kasanoda, oops, I mean Momo, how is Shinobu-san doing? I miss her here."
"Really? We didn't think it was a good idea to have girlfriends attend the host club."
"It probably isn't, but the two of you are so perfect, no one would ever doubt it. Listening to the two of you going back and forth was highly entertaining."
"Thanks?" Chicks are weird. Very weird. "She won't be back this school year."
"Oh. OK. Maybe next year."
We're not telling anyone we're closing until the ball, so I can't do anything but nod.
They congratulated Chika on his win, talked about their classes and upcoming finals, and the anime. Surprisingly, it's one of the very few both Chika and I have seen.
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"Ladies and Gentlemen," Satoshi said, standing up and walking to the middle of the room, "today is the last day to make a reservation for this weekend's camping activity. We still have a very small number of spots left."
Those were filled quickly, mostly by my male designees. I hope Satoshi took their accommodations into account when planning this. Fortunately, the really creepy ones got there too late.
"Thank you. You all will receive an email tonight detailing the dress code, what to pack, and what will be here for you. We look forward to hosting you during this unique activity."
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xXx
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Dinner at the Diner:
I brought over their drinks and said, "Wow, some of you are really dressed up. Date night?"
A couple laughed and their self-proclaimed leader, the one who always orders something new, said, "My dear Hisa, it is indeed a date night for some of us. We're going to an art show celebrating Vincent van Gogh's birthday."
Sounds boring. This group does some strange things.
"So, not Neon?"
Satoshi turned to me, "That's Saturday. Will I see you there?"
"You bet. Your food will be out in a minute."
They're a fun group and their tips for one night are enough to pay my rent for the month.
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"Haruhi-senpai, are you ready for your interview?" Chika asked.
"As I'll ever be. I hope I don't ruin it."
"I'm sure you won't. Just don't let them give you any shit. Answer the questions you want to answer, not the ones they ask." Shinobu took a sip of her water and said, "Right, Kaoru?"
"Exactly. We've had some practice sessions, and she's ready." He looked at me across the table, "You're ready, Haruhi. Don't stress over it. Just stay on the subject you want to be on."
"Did you pick the interviewer?" Cho-senpai asked.
"Yes. She's always been good to our label and is fair in her reporting. She knows this is an exclusive and she better not fuck it up or the Hitachiin Label will never use her again," Hikaru said. "She won't like what I'll do to her if she doesn't do this right."
"What would you do?" Cho-senpai's eyes were huge, and she leaned forward over the table.
"Blackball her from the fashion world. The Hitachiin Label is one of the three top design houses in the world. There's very little we couldn't do to her."
"Thanks for protecting me guys. I feel better about tomorrow." It's true. I did. I could feel my shoulders relax when Hikaru told us she'd do the interview right.
"No sweat, Haruhi. We'll get you through this."
Blackballed? I sometimes forget just how powerful my friends are.
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After we paid, we all split up and went our separate ways. Kasanoda and Shinobu left to study their geometry. Mori-senpai, Satoshi, and Chika went back to the dojo to train. Hikaru didn't want to come to the gallery, so he left for home. He's probably going to play video games.
The rest of us took my limo to the gallery. One of the curators there found this artist, and I was quite pleased. I can't wait for them to see how he reinterprets van Gogh.
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xXx
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Noguchi Gallery:
This is different. I really came to spend time with Kaoru, not for the art. Good thing. This is definitely not something I care for.
The artist, Adam Lister, paints in what he calls his 'pixelated universe'. There are famous paintings all around done in squares and rectangles.
Kaoru and I have been having a great time together, and I'm sure we'll have fun on the limo ride home. I have protection in my purse.
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"It's too bad Hikaru didn't come."
"Why, Haruhi?"
"These paintings and sculptures remind me of video games I've seen from the 80's."
"I guess they do. I wouldn't have thought of it if you hadn't said something."
Being the only one without a date, I wandered around the gallery looking at the art and listening in to some of the comments.
"The gallery really has brightened up since the new owner took over. The art is fresher and more edgy."
"I think I'll have to get this one for my office."
"The food's gotten better under the new management."
"I've never been here before, but I like the young crowd."
Tamaki-senpai should be proud of himself. This gallery is thriving under his leadership. His grandmother better be paying attention.
Just then, the buffet table caught my eye. No fancy tuna, but some of those shrimp things from the last exhibit we came to were over there. I don't care if I just ate dinner.
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The artist has several van Gogh reinterpretations that are striking, but not enough to fill the gallery. He does many pop culture works but stayed with the theme of the great paintings for this show.
The painting of 'The Scream' caught my eye and I got it for my cousin.
"Are you ready, Naoko?"
I felt soft lips on my neck and breathed his name, "Kaoru." My head fell back on his shoulder.
"Let's go."
He took my hand and led me to the limo he'd called.
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"It's going wonderfully, Tamaki-kun," I told him, stretching up to kiss his cheek.
"Thank you, Darling. We drew in the younger crowd as I was hoping."
I took his arm, and we strolled around answering questions, greeting guests, and speaking to the artist. It's like we're married and hosting a party at our home. It won't be long. Just a year.
"Are you ready for graduation night, Renge-chan?"
"Yes. I have an appointment at the spa, I've picked out my dress, Father sent in his guest list last week. I'm so excited."
"You're not disappointed, knowing when I'm going to propose?"
"Not at all. I don't know what you'll say when you ask, but you'll know I'm saying 'Yes'. That's the fun."
"You're amazing." He bent down and kissed me quickly on the lips. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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xXx
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Thursday, March 31:
During Host Club, Therapist's Office:
"I'm going to the interview from here."
"How do you feel about that?"
"As good as I can. The meeting helped, and Kaoru's run through the questions with me a couple times." I settled back in my chair a little more. It's not as hard to talk today as on Monday. "Hikaru said they'd blackball the interviewer if she didn't do a good job."
"They sound very protective of you."
I sighed, "They are. Sometimes too protective."
"How do you mean?"
"I went from being all on my own when I lived with my dad, to being wrapped in armor living with the Morinozuka's. I understand why. My profile's gone up, and there are creeps out there, but I can only be alone in their estate, and even then, it's hard."
I used to go to the grocery store alone, walk to school alone, ride the bus and train alone. Now there's always someone with me. Eiji or one of his team is always there and, more often than not, Mori-senpai, Honey-senpai, Satoshi, or Chika is there.
"I realize I don't know how to defend myself, but I'm not a china doll either."
"Sounds frustrating for someone so independent."
"Yes," I mumbled and looked at my hands clasped in my lap. I kept either wringing them or picking at my clothes. Lacing my fingers and keeping them together was the only way to stop it. "It is."
"Besides your bedroom, is there a place on the estate that is yours, only yours?"
"I sit at the koi pond a lot. Umeko-san added a sofa and table there for me. It's quiet and relaxing, but it's not only mine. It's part of the indoor garden and anyone can join me."
"Would having your own space in the estate help?"
I looked up at her. Today, Sayo's wearing a soft blue business suit, and her hair's down. It's longer than I thought, coming down almost to her waist. I wonder if she'll buy some of Kaoru's business suits.
"It would be one more thing to ask for and one more thing they'd give me after they've already given me so much."
"I'm sure they wouldn't begrudge you your own space."
"I'm not sure it's necessary."
I couldn't stop my foot from tapping. The interview was taking over my mind and talking about this was making it worse. I stood up and walked to the window. There were roses on the table by the window. Purple roses. Kyoya-senpai's color. I felt the sun on my face and smelled those roses and could feel the adrenaline start to overwhelm me.
"I can't think about that now. I'm too nervous about the interview. I just want it to be over."
I heard her come up behind me and felt her hand on my shoulder. "Come back and sit, Haruhi. Why don't you try going over your questions with me?"
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xXx
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After Host Club, 100 Yen Store:
"This is a great idea, Tama-chan!" Honey-senpai said as he ran to grab a cart. "We can get lots of cute things for camping." He headed straight to the candy section. He'll probably fill the entire cart.
I'd come along to keep them under control, but who are we kidding. I'll probably buy more than the rest of them put together.
"Renge-chan?" I turned around when I heard my name. I don't see Tamaki-kun anywhere. "Over here," he called, and his head popped up from an aisle in the middle of the store. That crazy grin told me he'd found something that sparked an idea. I could almost see that lightbulb over his head.
"What did you find?" I asked as I walked down the aisle to him.
He'd grabbed several different stuffed animals. "We can get one for every princess! Then they'll have something to cuddle with while they sleep.
I was ready to shoot him down, but that's not a bad idea. "I'll go get a cart."
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As the keeper of the budget and the manager of logistics, I was appointed to pay. As one of them filled a cart, they brought it up front, it was totaled and I paid, then the two drivers ran it out to the limos. Once one was filled, it went to Ouran to be unloaded. I told Tamaki-senpai he should just buy out the store.
"Where's the fun in that, Satoshi? This way we can pick out what we want."
This is going to be torture, and the K-pop playing in the background isn't making it easier.
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I had a small basket and was picking up a few school supplies such as pens, sticky notes, and highlighters for Haruhi. With finals next week, I thought she might appreciate the gesture.
"What are you doing, Takashi?"
Chika walked up to me, his eyes drooping and trying not to yawn. He's been doing too much training early in the morning.
"I thought I'd get Haruhi some study supplies to cheer her up after her interview today."
"Good idea." He nodded his head, and suggested, "How about that eraser. It's shaped like a dog."
I put it in my basket as Tamaki came running down towards us. "Study supplies! What a great idea, Mori-senpai. It's perfect. We'll get some for all the princesses and give them out at the end of camping on Saturday."
That's not what I'd intended.
Renge came down the aisle with an empty cart saying, "I've got a cart. Do they have enough for everyone?"
They took over and Chika and I backed out of the way before we were tossed in the cart too.
"Let's see. Stickers, pens, highlighters, erasers, sticky notes, pencils, washi tape."
Chika's jaw hit the floor as Renge rapidly filled the cart with almost everything in this section.
"I know! We'll get pencil cases for everyone and pack them up like a gift box." In went dozens of cases, and she rolled the cart towards the cashier. Satoshi's going to be shocked.
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I dropped off the study supplies with Satoshi and grabbed another cart. There has to be something else here we can get for an activity. So far, the study supplies and the stuffed animals weren't really something to do over night.
By this time, Honey-senpai had his cart with candy up to the front and was wandering around the store. "Renge-chan, what are these?"
He's in the makeup and accessory aisle. "I'm not sure, Honey-senpai." I pulled a package off the hook and read the back. "They're stickers for your fingernails."
"Really? Do they have bunnies?"
We tore through the display and found all kinds of different ones. "Here are bunnies. There are also flowers, anime characters, gems, sushi, and dozens more."
"Will you put bunnies on my toes?"
That cute face and those eyes. How does Haruhi resist them? She only manages sometimes. I've never been able to hold out.
"I'll do you one better, Honey-senpai. Let's get nail polish, stickers, gems, and give each other manicures and pedicures this weekend. The girls will love it, and I'll do your toes."
"Maybe we can put the sushi on Haru-chan's."
"Maybe."
We didn't fill up a cart, but we bought one of every color and at least three of every type of sticker we could find. I also ended up choosing hair ties and sleep masks, both Hello Kitty.
It's going to be like one giant sleepover!
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xXx
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Hitachiin Studios:
Haruhi's a wreck, and Kaoru's not much better. Their anxiety is feeding off each other. I wish I could give them some sake.
"Mom, what are we going to do?" I asked. She's sitting there, her legs crossed, bouncing her foot. I know she feels it too.
"Get Kaoru away from Haruhi-chan. I'll take it from there."
Once across the room, I grabbed Kaoru and pulled him away. No need to make up an excuse.
"Hika, what the hell are you doing?"
"Getting you away from Haruhi. You are making each other crazy and have to calm down. You don't want her to faint or something, do you?"
That shut him up and pulled him up short. "She won't, will she?" he gasped.
"I don't think so. Will you?"
"No," he said, looking across the room at Mom and Haruhi. "I'm not worried about me."
"You shouldn't be worried about anything." That got his attention. His head whipped around, and before he could talk, I said, "Concerned, yes. Worried, no. Haruhi's ready, and the interviewer is in your pocket. If Haruhi fucks this up, just cancel it. Don't put it out. No big deal. Just reschedule for later."
"Hika, you know what this means to the line."
"Yeah, I do, and so does Haruhi." I grabbed his shoulders and stared right in his eyes. "Kaoru, when have you ever seen Haruhi fuck up?"
He stared back for a minute or two, and I know he was going over everything he knew about her. "Fine. You're right. Happy now?"
"Duh."
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"Haruhi-chan? Darling?"
Her huge eyes slowly focused on me, and I smiled.
"It's going to be fine. You're nervous now because of the unknown, but don't be. You're ready for this. You own this. Go out and kill it."
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I counted her breaths up to twenty.
"Alright. Let's get this over with."
"At-a-girl. You can do it."
She walked over and sat down opposite the interviewer. It's being recorded so clips can be shown, but the entire interview will be published in the most popular women's magazine in the country. Kaoru has final say in everything.
"Are you ready, Fujioka-san?"
"Yes." She took a deep breath and blew it out.
Kaoru knows what he's doing. The suit she's wearing is perfect for her. Black with red pinstripes, scarf, and shoes, it screams power and youth. There'll be pictures of her in that and commoner clothes in the article. We took some candids of her doing commoner things like getting coffee and riding a bus while wearing trendy, but inexpensive, commoner clothes. We also got shots of her in front of her old apartment building and middle school. Hopefully, these will show her commoner roots.
They're getting ready to start, and my boys joined me. Kaoru drinking water. "Hika won't let me have any more coffee."
"Damn straight."
"Language." It's become a kneejerk rather than me actually thinking they'll stop using words like that. They just laughed at me.
And here they go…
"I'm here with Fujioka Haruhi, the newest face of Hitachiin Fashions. Thank you for joining us, Haruhi-san."
"Thank you for having me."
"You're the model for Hitachiin Kaoru's new Every Woman line. How did that happen?"
"Kaoru and I have been friends since I started attending Ouran. When I started an internship, he designed a suit for me to wear. It all fell into place after that."
"I'd like to talk about your background. Why Ouran?"
"I want to be a lawyer, like my mother…"
The interview took off from there. She spoke about her mother and her death, her decision to apply for Ouran's scholarship, meeting the host club, her father's influence in her decision to model.
The three of us held our breath as she started talking about the accident. She teared up and fumbled through what happened and how the Morinozuka's took guardianship per her father's request.
By the time she was done, even the interviewer had tears in her eyes.
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"Thank you for speaking with us, Haruhi-san. I'm sure our readers will enjoy knowing you better."
"I hope they do. I'm obviously new to all this, but don't want to give any false impressions. I only wish to stay true to myself, my mother, and my father."
"CUT."
"That was amazing, Haruhi-san. Thank you so much. I'm honored to be granted this exclusive interview."
I smiled and nodded. All I could really think was that this was over. I'm done with this interview and can walk away.
Kaoru, Hikaru, and Hitachiin-san came over to thank the interviewer, and Hikaru pulled me aside.
"How are you feeling?"
"Relieved." Then I swayed on my feet.
"Come over here and sit. I'll get you some water."
"Haruhi, darling, that was perfect. They won't have to edit a thing."
"Thank you," I said and gulped down the glass Hikaru handed me. I'd ask for food, but my stomach is upset.
Kaoru knelt down in front of me and said, "Thank you so much, Haruhi. You have no idea how much this means. You were perfect, just like Mom said."
"Anything for you, Kaoru," I said, reaching up and putting my hand on his cheek, "you're my friend. Don't forget it."
"Never."
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xXx
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5 Star Restaurant, Downtown Tokyo:
"Good evening, Ito-san," I said, giving him a very slight bow. "Good evening, Yuki-chan." I kissed her knuckles.
"Good evening, Ootori-san." He gave me a slightly deeper bow, hoping to engender favor. It's not going to work.
"Hello, Kyoya-senpai." Yuki-chan looked lovely tonight, but still showing more skin than is appropriate. Her father must have insisted on that dress.
"Allow me to introduce my brother, Ootori Akito."
Pleasantries were exchanged and we sat down. Ito-san looked at Akito with narrow eyes and wrinkled brow, wondering why he's here. He'll find out soon enough.
We placed our drink orders, club soda for me, tea for Yuki, and an excellent bottle of wine for Akito and Ito-san. Appetizers were ordered, and small talk filled the silence.
He's waiting for me to bring up the marriage. Trying his best to be patient, but his rapid sips of wine and tapping fingers give him away. Yuki had folded in on herself and kept quiet. No surprise there.
It's curious how there were no signs of the abuse before. She always seemed so confident, but I never saw her with her father.
"How's your company doing, Ito-san?"
He then proceeded to bullshit me about his quarterly profits and plans for future expansion. Little does he know, I own about a third of his stock through a front company. I also have a source on his board. He's not doing nearly as well as he's saying.
"A merger of my pharmaceutical company and the Ootori Conglomeration will take the medical business of Japan by storm."
I held back the laugh. Me? Merge with him? As Haru would say, 'No way in hell.'.
"Interesting. Something to think about." For about an hour until I give him the news.
Our meals came and we started to eat. I'd told Akito to not speak with Yuki, and if he watched the family dynamic, he'd understand.
We'd reached the point where I'll drop the bomb.
"Ito-san, Yuki-chan, I'd like to talk about the reason for this dinner."
"Please, Ootori-san," he said with a smirk and gestured with his wineglass. I'd been counting. That's his fourth.
"Your proposal of an arranged marriage between myself and Yuki-chan is intriguing. However, I've turned down all other proposals so far and currently have no interest in marriage for myself."
Ito-san's face flushed, and I could feel the anger pouring off him.
I held up my hand to forestall any outburst. "Here me out. I'm not interested in marriage, but Akito is." I nodded to him. "I believe an arrangement between Akito and Yuki-chan will be beneficial to both families."
He looked at Akito as one would look at a bug. "I don't…"
"Akito will be starting his final year of medical school when Yuki-chan starts her last year at Ouran. That allows for a year-long engagement, and a wedding right after their graduations. Akito will, of course, be working at the finest Ootori hospital in Tokyo and serving as medical advisor to the Ootori board."
I hadn't told him that yet, but he held in his surprise well.
I watched Yuki-chan's eyes bounce between her father and Akito. She's shrunk in on herself even more, trying to disappear from her father. Bastard.
"Now, I'd like to discuss the details of the contract," I said in a clipped business tone, plowing forward as if he'd agreed.
"Wait a minute, Ootori-san. This is not what I proposed."
"Ah, but it is what I'm proposing."
I looked over and nodded at Akito.
"Yuki-chan," he said, holding out his hand, "would you like to dance?" She agreed, wanting to get away from the table and her father as fast as possible.
Once they were gone, I leaned forward and used my 'Shadow King' voice. "I'll be as clear as possible. This is the only offer you will get from me. The contract you will sign is the same as if I was the groom. This is not a negotiation."
His face hadn't lost the angry red, but it flushed even deeper now.
"I won't be dictated to and offered a consolation prize. My proposal was for you."
"Ito-san, you are not hearing me. This is the best you'll get. It's a good marriage for Yuki-chan. Your position is weak, as I'm sure you realize. I know the true state of your business."
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I led her out onto the dancefloor and held her a respectable distance as we joined the other couples.
"How was your meal?" I asked. She's like a frightened bird. Starting with something simple I hoped would break the ice.
"Delicious." Then she fell silent.
"And your tea?"
"Good."
"Are you looking forward to your last year at Ouran?"
"Yes. I'm sure it will be quite interesting."
This is like pulling teeth. "What classes are you taking?"
She thought for a minute then decided to answer. "English, Japanese history, art history, world literature, calculus, and biochemistry."
"A full plate."
"Yes."
I spun her around, and she followed my lead gracefully. Clearly, she'd had lessons.
"Yuki-chan, I'd like to be upfront about this proposal."
Her huge eyes looked up to mine, full on uncertainty.
"This is dependent on our approval. Kyoya and I will not force this on you. I'd like to meet a few times in the next weeks to get to know each other and see if we're compatible. I don't know much about relationships, but I want you to be happy."
I felt her body relax, almost as if her strings had been cut.
"Thank you, Akito-sama."
"Akito-kun, please."
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"How dare you!"
This…child…threatens me? I don't care if he is the Ootori CEO. I stood to get Yuki and leave, but I heard his voice.
"Think before you leave. Think about what it looks like for the head of your company to storm out during a meeting with the Ootori President and CEO. Think of the rumors I'll start after I leave this restaurant."
Fuck.
I sat back down and stared at him. My daughter's only purpose is to get married to advance my business. What did she do to cause his disinterest?
"As I said before, this is the best you will do. The contract is the same for Akito as it would have been for me. If you refuse, the whole of Japan will know your company's financial troubles when they wake up in the morning."
I cannot let that happen. I'll be ruined. I'll never find a marriage for Yuki then. Especially since I'm sure he'll let it be known he turned her down.
"Then the companies will merge?"
The boy had the balls to laugh at me. "No, there will be no merger. Why should the Ootori Conglomeration merge with a sinking ship?" He leaned back in his chair, knowing he has me and enjoying it. "The Ootori Conglomeration will purchase your company."
"You won't merge, but you'll buy us?"
"Yes. By purchasing, I'd have complete control, and so would our board. You would, of course, no longer have a place in the company."
The little bastard…
"It's either that, or a hostile takeover."
Shit. If he buys us, I'll have money. If he takes it, I'll be ruined. Not much of a choice.
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What is going on? Father wants me to marry Kyoya-senpai, and now I'm marrying his brother? Father will hate that. He'll blame me.
And Akito-sama…-kun is telling me it's my choice? I have a choice?
"Yuki-chan, the listing of your 'qualifications'," he said, "didn't discuss your future plans. Do you want to go to university? What would you like to study?"
"I'm allowed to choose?"
Akito-kun looked over at my father in disgust. "Yes, it is your choice. Of course, I'd prefer it if you didn't work in a gentlemen's club or move to Europe, but it's your choice."
My feet stopped and I stared at him. Does he think that little of me? Gentlemen's club?
He smiled gently and said, "I'm only joking. I apologize if I offended you. I meant no harm by my insensitive remarks." He bowed deeply and pushed on my arm to start me moving again.
My choice.
"I'd like to study literature and creative writing."
"An honorable choice. I support you completely in your endeavors. Is your goal to become an author?"
"Yes. I enjoy creating other worlds and other lives." She paused, hesitated, and finally asked, "What about children? I'm not sure university will be possible."
I smiled softly and said, "Children are not a priority for me. I'll be starting my residency, you'll be starting university, we'll both be too busy. Children can wait until we're both ready." I emphasized 'both', to reassure her. She's not an heir maker. I don't particularly care for heirs, and they aren't necessary for the Corporation.
"Then, I'd like to go to university."
"You will, and I'll support you every step of the way."
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"You leave me little choice, Ootori-san."
That was my intention. I gave him my most predatory grin. "In that case, I have the contract right here." I handed him a bound contract. "You're welcome to read it over, but there will be no changes. It must be signed and delivered to my office by noon tomorrow."
"Tomorrow! I can't possible fully vet this by then."
"Wake up your attorney and get it reviewed. There are actions that will take place starting tomorrow and it must be signed by noon."
"What actions?"
I leaned back, crossed my legs, and took a sip of my club soda. Here's where it gets fun.
"Starting tomorrow night, Yuki-chan will move in with my sister, Shido Fuyumi, and her husband. There she will be taught about the family and plan the wedding. An Ootori wedding is highly political, no matter which brother. All aspects will be monitored by my people."
He'd started flipping through the contract, his face alternating from a small smile and a large frown.
"You're paying for the wedding?"
That's what he asks? Nothing about Yuki-chan moving out? What a caring father.
"Yes."
"There's a clause here that either Akito-san or Yuki can call this off if they wish."
"Yes. They will be seeing each other several times in the next few weeks. They will learn about each other and determine their compatibility."
"Yuki will not back out of this."
Bastard. "It will be her choice."
"It's my decision. She'll do as I say."
I want that fucking contract signed. It will be her choice as the contract clearly states, but I'll pick my battles tonight.
"Very well."
"The purchase of my company will be next week? This price is unacceptable."
I realize he's a businessman and trained to negotiate, but is he braindead?
"This contract is non-negotiable. You accept it in its entirety or not at all. I've already told you the consequences of not accepting."
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"Shouldn't we go back?" Yuki-chan asked. Clearly, she didn't want to.
"Not until I get a signal from Kyoya. He thought it best to have this discussion alone with your father."
I saw her wince and asked, "Are you tired of dancing? We could sit in the lounge and have a drink while we're waiting."
"You don't mind? My shoes…"
"Not at all. I want you to be comfortable."
"Thank you."
I led her to the lounge, making sure Kyoya saw where we were headed. He'll send a server to get us when he's ready.
We sat at a small table and comfortable chairs. I ordered a martini for me and water for Yuki, as she requested.
She took a big drink, stiffened her spine, and asked me, "Do you know the terms of the contract?"
"I do. Would you like to know the highlights?"
"Yes, please."
"Your father must sign and return the contract by noon tomorrow. Starting tomorrow night, you'll be living with my sister, Fuyumi. She'll be your chaperone and guardian until the wedding."
"Your sister? I won't be staying with my parents?"
"No. The Ootori's will be planning and paying for the wedding. You and Fuyumi will do that, with help of course, during the next year."
"Thank you."
Does she think that's all she needs to know? Poor girl.
"By next Friday, the Ootori Conglomeration will have bought your father's company, and he will no longer be a part of it.
"You and I have the next few weeks to decide if we want to marry."
"He's buying the company no matter what? If we get married or not?"
"Yes."
She slumped back in her seat and stared at her hands on her lap.
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I smirked. I have him by the balls, and he knows it.
"You'll have the signed contract by noon tomorrow."
"Good." I gestured to the waiter. "Now that that's settled, let's bring Akito and Yuki-chan back and enjoy dessert."
Once they were settled and dessert had been ordered, Ito-san turned to his daughter and said, "You're marrying Akito-san. Tomorrow you will be moving in with his sister. When we get home, direct the maids to pack what you'll need."
"Yes, Father," she whispered.
"Yuki-chan," I said, getting her attention. "Have them pack all your belongings. You'll be living there until the wedding. You'll want everything."
"Yes, Kyoya-senpai. Thank you."
Dessert was awkward, as expected, but I didn't care. I'd got what I wanted. I'd won. Yuki-chan will be free of her father, and I believe Akito and Yuki will be happy together.
As we walked out, I took Ito-san's arm and held him back. I narrowed my eyes, stared him down, and growled very slowly, "If my sister finds one mark on Yuki-chan tomorrow, you son-of-a-bitch, I'll rip up the contract and blackball you from of Japan. You won't have two yen to rub together."
I turned on my heel and strode to the limo.
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Author's Note:
Haruhi's got a long road ahead of her with her therapy. FYI – I won't be writing every one of them. It would become repetitive and boring. Just a few here and there, and maybe only small parts of them. The most important thing is to see her progressing.
So, Akito and Yuki. I've had this planned since before Yuki's dad sent in the offer. Hope it makes sense to you. I enjoyed writing the 'protective' Kyoya. I feel he's turning a corner, a small one, but it's progress. I really only saw Akito as an ass when he was around his brother, mostly because he's not really sure who he is. He's only done what his father told him to do. Akito and Yuki will be good for each other.
I'll be honest about "Prince of Tennis" cosplay. I picked something easy because I'm getting tired of writing them, and I fear it's showing. I do know you'll enjoy the one for their next Wednesday. Dad and I had fun thinking it up.
As always, both the charity and the artist are real. I thought his art was kinda cool, so I picked him. As always, I'm not affiliated, don't own, nor am I making any money from either.
If you're disappointed that I didn't do the entire interview, keep your pants on. There will be more later.
Looks like three chapters after this one. Please don't panic. Seeing some of the reviews, I realize you're worried about resolutions to some story arcs. I have every intention of tying everything up. There will be more details in the next chapter.
I'm behind on some shoutouts. Thanks to LadyKaelas for the ideas about Mori focusing more on his training and less on Haruhi, and for the thoughts about Haruhi being over protected.
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Next Chapter:
Camping. Need I say more?
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