Oh, by the way, I edited chapter 4, so it's kind of different now. This was a short chapter.

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"Fujioka Haruhi here," she said into the phone.

"Hello."

"Who is this?"

"You don't recognize my voice?"

Haruhi immediately recognized the business-like voice. "Okita."

"I'm honored that you remembered my name."

"Except that it's not your name."

"Excuse me?"

"I researched the name 'Okita Souji', and that person is from the Bakumatsu era. He's long dead. The same with Sakamoto Ryoma. It was an alias, was it not?"

She thought she heard a chuckle at the other end of the phone. "I must say though – you are a rather bright young lady. You're aspiring to be a lawyer, are you not?"

Haruhi wasn't sure whether to be shocked or upset by this remark, but she replied calmly into the phone, "Turn yourself in. Don't do this."

There was a pause at the other end of the phone. After a minute went by, Haruhi realized that the man had hanged up the phone.

She leaned back into her chair and wondered for a moment why she was doing this. The internship was over, and Haruhi was back at Tokyo U, back in her familiar dorm room. The twins were back in her life once again, but life did not go back to the way it was before as she had hoped.

Kaoru, always the more insightful of the two brothers, noticed subtle changes in his friend. He saw that she was working twice as hard as before, and she was already working towards an early grave. Hikaru joked that by the time she received her diploma, she would already be with her mother.

Obviously, it was not a funny joke, and Kaoru saw the gloomy look on her face before it was quickly replaced with that familiar twitch of an eyebrow.

He noticed that she was spending more and more time in front of her computer, and this was strange because Haruhi never considered herself a "technology person." He could remember how at the beginning of the year, she had trouble with even accessing the Internet. Now, through the closed door, he could hear her pounding away at the keys, and when he knocked, he could hear her jump up and close whatever website she was on.

When he came in, he always felt like he had just interrupted something important. And of course, Haruhi never mentioned anything to the twins. She wasn't one to expose her feelings or thoughts to people, be it friends or not. It was that independence that Haruhi prided herself on – that she could take care of herself, thank you very much.

And Kaoru would converse with Haruhi for few moments before leaving. And he knew that the moment he closed the door, Haruhi would start up again.

Strangely, Kaoru kept this a secret from Hikaru, too. He wasn't sure if Hikaru knew about this, but if he did, he was keeping it a secret from Kaoru. If he did know, Kaoru thought, he was doing a good job, considering that Hikaru was a person who wore his emotions on his very expensive sleeves.

He knew. Although Hikaru knew that he was not that good with people, he knew for sure that he was good with Haruhi. She made him feel comfortable by himself. They could speak frankly to each other when Hikaru needed to talk to someone other than his brother. And this gradually allowed Hikaru to beome more mature. He understood people better now, not throwing his feelings at them and expecting them to understand, as he had done younger. However, he had actually seen something, rather than deduing the change in Haruhi like Kaoru.

A few days after Haruhi's internship, Hikaru had gone to her dorm room in search of some notes. She was gone, and so he had decided to just look for them and leave. What he was looking for were Japanese history notes. What he found was a packet of papers on bank fraud and recent criminal cases.

He frowned. Why was Haruhi looking at things like this? What the hell was she doing? And then, Haruhi had come in, and he had hid the papers rather guiltily. She gave him the notes and a discerning look.

Back in his room, Kaoru saw his brother's disturbed looking face. "Hikaru?"

But Hikaru smiled, and proceeded to ask Kaoru about their mother's latest fashion designs. Kaoru was not fooled. Though he could not pinpoint his brother's exact experience, he knew something had happened.

And life went on. Haruhi was as distant and indifferent as ever. Once her law professor had asked her, his best student, if she was all right and was she was getting enough sleep? She had given her professor a smile and she thanked him for his concern before leaving.

Hikaru and Kaoru, for the first time in their lives, could not communicate. They were both confused – it was so obvious that something had happened to Haruhi, but they, for some reason, could not voice this to each other.

It was strange, foreign. The three's relationship was a bit strained, but winter break was coming up. Thankfully, Haruhi had accepted the Hitachiin's invitation to their home. Kaoru hoped everything would be O.K. by the New Year.

Kyouya was typing, as usual, when Tamaki burst in. That blonde was simply crazy, Kyouya thought. Judging from the way Tamaki walked in, Kyouya had a feeling that his friend had a new idea. A new idea, Kyouya thought with distaste.

He continued typing even when Tamaki acknowledged him. He ignored him. Their account of money was increasing more than ever, more than they had imagined. Maybe, this would be over soon. But of course, that was not, and would never be the case.

It had been three months of this "game." They were back in the suburbs of Tokyo.

"Kyouya." Tamaki clearly had something important to say, but Kyouya ignored him.

"If you have something to say, say it over dinner."

Dinner was a poor affair. Though they were rich, they never used much of the money. Tamaki found the experience to be interesting. For the first time in his life, he got to choose what he wanted to eat.

Kyouya disagreed with this. "If we have money, what is the point of having it if we do not use it?" But Tamaki merely laughed, saying this would be the ultimate commoner's experience - whatever that was, Kyouya thought.

At the supermarket for the first time (Kyouya, look at all those commoner snacks!) Tamaki found the all the food products to be exotic and practical. He loved the commoner's instant ramen and called it a delicacy – how ingenious was the idea of pouring hot water to cook noodles in three minutes? He found the instant coffee to be a wonderful timesaver because you didn't have to ground the beans.

Kyouya chose not to partake in this experience.

At night, in a poorly light rented apartment, the two ate their ramen. Kyouya retained his poise and grace, even when eating instant food. Tamaki, on the other hand, was sometimes prone to slurping and making loud sounds. Though Kyouya soundly reprimanded him for his childish behavior, Tamaki would protest that this was the way to eat. It was to show appreciation to the chef, he cried out. But there was no chef, only poorly prepared noodles, Kyouya growled back.

After dinner, Tamaki proposed his new idea to Kyouya.

"What is it now?" Kyouya sighed.

"No, it's different from what you're thinking. It's a wonderful idea…" Tamaki began, opening up his arms in delight. It was a wonderful and simply magnificent idea - an idea that would prove to be a challenge.

By the time Tamaki had finished talking, Kyouya wanted to shoot himself.

On the first day of winter break, Haruhi found herself at the Tokyo International Airport. She was being taken to the Hitachiin's home, she had been told. But wasn't their home in Tokyo, she asked. That was when she was told that it was their winter home in Hokkaido, of course. Why would you stay at your regular house for a vacation?

She had raised her eyebrow at Hikaru, who looked back at her. He thought he heard her grumble something about rich bastards, but decided that it was just his hearing. "What about a passport?" she asked. "You know I don't have one."

"It's been taken care of already, Haruhi. Don't you owrry about it. See you then," Kaoru had said.

So here she was, two hours early. It was a habit of hers - she simply hated being late. She seated herself in one of the lounges, which had been the designated meeting place. She hadn't brought much, just one suitcase.

Later, when Haruhi's luggage went through the customary security procedures, the security guard would look in shock as it passed though the x-ray. There were more books than clothes in that luggage.

There were not a lot of people today, Haruhi noticed. She saw a young family: a mother, a father, and a small boy. The boy was trying to lug one of the luggages, but the mother picked the boy up and pecked him on the cheek. He was trying to pull away and Haruhi saw the woman laugh.

There were two young men there as well, probably friends, Haruhi thought. Then she turned her attention back to the textbook on her lap. She looked at her watch. Hikaru and Kaoru would be here in an hour, she noted.

When she looked up again later, the young family was gone. The two young men were still there though – they appeared to be conversing. Or rather, one was talking and the other was thoroughly ignoring him. A blonde and dark-haired man.

If Haruhi had been interested in men, she would have noticed from the start that they were incredibly handsome. But Haruhi was Haruhi, and she only noticed the loud volume of the blonde's voice. She could hear it clearly from the other side of the room.

Then she heard the dark-haired man quiet him, and silence reigned over the lounge once again. But she felt as if there were eyes watching her, scrutinizing her every move. When she looked up, the two men looked away in a hurry. They seemed familiar, but Haruhi could not remember.

She decided to leave them alone. It wasn't any of her business anyway.

Why do they seem so familiar?

There was an announcement made: a flight was beginning its boarding.

Reading her book, Haruhi heard the two men stand up and leave. As she watched them leave, she noticed something about that dark-haired man.

Something about his way of walking and aura. It reminded her of something. That confident gait.

They were getting smaller and smaller, disappearing into the large crowd, when she remembered.

It can't be…

Haruhi suddenly stood up, shocking the old man seated near her. She forgot about the twins and their winter home. She even forgot about her textbook and her luggage of even more books.

Suddenly, everything that mattered to her was getting away. And cursing herself for not noticing sooner, Haruhi ran into the crowd, looking for the two men. They couldn't have left already, right?

Once Haruhi was gone, the only person left in the lounge was the old man. He took out his cell phone and made a call.

Long delay, sorry.

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