A Turn of Events CH3
Haruhi slowly started to stir in her bed. It was weird to her, waking up in this mansion everyday. Few mornings she would spring out of bed, almost having a
heart attack, but then the realization would slowly sink in.
"Young Mistress!" A familiar cheery voice called from the other side of the door. Haruhi knew that voice all too well and ran over to open the door. On the other
side stood Ranka, her guardian figure.
"Dad! I mean Ranka, what are you doing here?" Haruhi asked, pulling the man into a hug. Ranka smiled and hugged the girl back.
"Well Ichiro called me and asked me to come down and work for you. I am to be with you at all times, I'm basically your assistant/ trainer. I will make sure that
you are always staying up to Yamamoto family standards in public and that you have whatever you would like in private." Ranka said bowing slightly to the girl.
Haruhi stared at the man not know with what to say, but decided to just nod in response.
"Well then Haruhi, we have some work to do. Your brother talked to Mr. Ootori, the family, you and your brother that is, will be joining his family to discuss a few
business things." Ranka explained walking over to Haruhi's walk in closet that had been filled with an assortment of designer clothes.
"So I'm guessing this means I'm going to a extremely fancy restaurant that I will have to wear basically a ball gown." Haruhi whined, flopping onto the bed. She
heard Ranka laugh in the closet. He walked out with three cocktail dresses.
"Nothing like that silly. It is a fancy restaurant though. But a cocktail dress will suffice." Ranka said hanging the dressed on the doorframe of the closest so they
hung in the doorway. Haruhi looked at them and sighed, she obviously knew that they were all expensive dress; and while they were all beautiful she didn't
want to get all dressed up. She would rather show up in jeans and a t-shirt and flip off the head of the Ootori family. Haruhi sighed at that thought. She knew
that she had to be a proper lady; she promised her brother that she would be on her best behavior.
"Hey Ranka, have you heard when my dad will be coming back. Ichiro said that he was in America receiving some medical treatment that couldn't be preformed
here." Haruhi asked sitting up on her bed. She was curious when she would see her father again, it had been ten years and though Ranka had filled in his place
she still wanted to see the man again.
Ranka looked up at the ceiling, as if it held the answer, "No I have not heard anything about that, but I'm sure that's because your father's handlers haven't
called Ichiro to let him know. I'm sure when Ichiro knows you will know." Haruhi nodded at that answer seeing the logic in it. Ranka smiled and pulled one of the
dresses off the doorframe and brought it over to Haruhi.
It was a deep purple dress; the body was obviously tailored to fit her like a glove. It was sleeveless except for the one strap that was covered in what looked to be
diamonds. Haruhi stared at the dress it was beautiful, but she was afraid it was too much.
"Isn't that a bit extreme? I mean I don't want to look like I'm going to prom or something." Haruhi said holding the dress up to her as she looked in the mirror.
Ranka laughed putting the other dresses into the color-coded closet.
"Haruhi, my dear, you are having dinner with the Ootori family. You have to be over the top to stand out. The men are gorgeous, but the women surpass them
easily. Not only will Mr. Ootori's and his sons but his daughter be there and his wife will be there as well." Ranka said closing the closet door. Haruhi stared at the man in shock.
"Kyouya's mom. I thought she was dead." Haruhi said bluntly handing the dress to the man. Ranka sighed and laid the dress on the bed that had been made
shortly after he arrived. The maids had come in quietly and made it without Haruhi even noticing.
"First off, don't be so blunt. It is fine in the host club in the house, but in front of his family please take everything you say into question before you say it. Don't
want to step on any toes. Secondly, she is very much alive but the Ootori's believe in very tradition family values. She stays out of the limelight and out of the
business in order to take care of the house and what not. She is seen few pictures because Yoshio Ootori doesn't want his wife to get bad publicity." Ranka
pointed out to the girl who was running her fingers through her breast length hair. Ranka sighed and patted the girl on the back.
"No Haruhi, dinner is at 5:30, it is 10:30 now. You have to go eat breakfast, then it will be crunch time to get you looking like a beautiful delicate flower that any
man would be willing to have on his arm. You never know, you could be a future Mrs. Ootori." Ranka joked, pushing the stuttering girl out of the room.
"Don't even joke like that Ranka, first off I doubt a girl like me would be the girl that Yoshio would want to be a face in his company. I can't even handle mine
yet." Haruhi huffed walking along her handler. Ranka just laughed again.
"Haruhi you might not see it, but you are an amazing woman. Any guy would be lucky to have you. And you might be learning your company now, but when
you have learned all you have to learn I know that you will do great thing with it." Ranka said, linking arms with Haruhi walking her quickly towards the kitchen.
Haruhi stared at the man before a soft smile broke across her face.
"Thank you Ranka"
CHAPTER 3! Finally, I couldn't figure out if I wanted to bring Ranka in or make up a female handler who was kinda bitchy, but then i thought Ranka can be both man or female and can be nice or bitchy, so I brought him in.
Sorry for the long time between updates, class have been starting and I've been trying to get back into the swing of school. I will be trying to update more often.