Ichigo: Oh my! I didn't expect all those reveiws so quickly! Next time I'll be more prepaired! Thank you everyone!
Dinner had been delicious, however quiet. Haruhi sighed to herself while lying on her soft waterbed. The silky white sheets, and heavy goose-down comforter made her feel as though she was being lifted off the ocean and into Heaven's air. She let out a content sigh, and drifted into a deep slumber.
The next morning Haruhi awoke to the sound of a crying woman. She was careful not to make a sound as she slid out of the bedroom. She followed the sound of heavy sobs and found herself in front of Kyouya's bedroom.
Haruhi pressed her ear to the wall by the door to hear better. The voices where muffled and barely comprehensible.
"You're worthless." She thought she heard Kyouya hiss through his teeth. "Get out." Haruhi backed away from the wall just before it was lightly pushed open. The maid from last night stepped out, her hair was down now, and her stockings had holes in the knees. Her shoulders where slumped forward and heaved with every sob that escaped her lips. She gave one teary eyed glance at Haruhi before becoming hysterical and running down the stair case. Haruhi glanced helplessly over the rail. Once the maid had reached the bottom, she tripped and broke her shoe's heel. She simply stood up, and continued out the door.
"I wonder what happened…" Haruhi mused out loud. She simply stared for a few minutes before turning to dress. Suddenly her eyes were met by Kyouya's cold stare. How long had he been there? Haruhi wandered. He stood in silence, his eyes piercing through his glasses.
Haruhi slowly backed away from Kyouya's cold glance, and returned to her room. He certainly was intimidating. Haruhi sighed as she slipped off the robe which Kyouya lent to her. She put on the clothes she had set out for herself last night after dinner. Which consisted of a white polo and khaki shorts. She hadn't packed any girlish clothes at all after her eviction.
Haruhi sighed as she excited her bedroom. Climbing down the steps, Haruhi had made eye contact with Akito Ootori. He smiled a polite business smile at her. "Good Morning Fujioka-san." He didn't bow, but kept going.
"Um…" He paused, waiting patiently for her to speak. "About your mother…" She paused to read his facial expression for any signs of anger. There were none. "What did you mean last night when you said she's been gone for two years?" Haruhi's brown eyes were filled to the top with curiosity. This much Akito could tell.
He simply paused for a minute before answering. "She's in jail." With a smile.
"Jail?" Haruhi's curiosity was now overflowing. So many questions, and so many assumptions flooded to mind. None of which were confirmed.
"Don't you think you're being a bit to curious of other people's family matters?" He asked while walking away. He had left Haruhi standing alone in confusion. Just how many secret tragedies does this family have?
Ichigo: Thank you again, darlings! I would like at least five more reveiws before a major secret is revealed in the next chapter! . Sorry for the shortness of the chapter. I had a question, shall I keep you all waiting a long time for longer chapters, or a short time for short chapter?
Well, anyways, please R&R!