As standard I don't own anything but my ideas.
Finally almost two months of waiting I have finally received an answer from bother ... while he stood at the front of my class looking like an almost exact replica of me. While everyone around me was stunned and while Hikaru and Kaoru turn and look at me with mirrored looks of shocked disbelief.
Until my closest brother in age to me, Jamie, stated to speak in a language that those around me had never heard before; "I was surprised that you would reach out to me knowing that there are siblings here in Tokyo."
Remaining in my seat I reply in the same strange, rarely spoken off the home island. "I couldn't risk them being targeted especially since one of them is pregnant."
A brief glimpse of shock passes his face and the echoing disbelief rings true in his "you know then." No question, no censorship, just the shock that someone outside the immediate fold of the family and medical staff outside of an iron clad gag order knows that our oldest sister carries the first of the next generation.
Switching to Japanese he asks to speak with me in private and if my rather disgruntled and shocked teacher would excuse me. Nodding mutely, I take the consent and quietly gather my belongings and walk out of the classroom. Blindly walking toward music room three and wondering how I can tell my family what caused me to leave and to tell him what caused me to reach out now since I've let the family believe I was dead for so many years.
Arriving at the music room I set my bag down and go into the back and habitually make a tea pot full of lemongrass jasmine tea. Before taking the tray and signaling to my, as of yet, patient brother to a nearby table and chairs, placing the tray in the center of the table I wait for us both to be settled before I begin to tell what happened all those years before.
"It was the day after mother's birthday. When I decided to get a book from the small library but before I was in the main space I stopped when I heard people yelling. It took a moment before I was able to recognize all of the voices. Mother and father were both there and the man that was at mother's party the night before – you know the one - the one that we were told to stay away from. Anyway I stopped and listened to them. Confused about most of what I was hearing and the rest just made me wonder: why was I so special? And why would anyone try to blackmail our parents? I didn't really understand why we were all so different back then. But I guess that is all mute now."
Pausing to take a drink of the freshly poured and lightly sweetened tea I continued. "Leaving before I was noticed I went and hid in the downstairs linen closet and tried to figure out what I was going to do for a time that seemed to stretch for hours on end. In reality it was about to hours later that I went and hunted down aunt Kotoko and uncle Ranka. And told them all I could understand about what I heard. Aunt Kotoko told me that they would keep me safe and that I would could live with them here in Tokyo. I didn't understand all the formalities of what was going to happen then. It took years before I knew all of what they did to make everyone believe that I was dead."
Interrupting me there he asked, "What did he have on mother and father?"
"I don't really remember. I remember something about if you don't sign this contract these will come out and it will destroy all that you've worked for. I just don't have any idea to what he was referring to." Continuing on after another drink of tea "I remember Kotoko taking a syringe from the medical room and taking a few vials full of blood and leaving for about twenty minutes. But I still don't know what she did to this day Ranka doesn't speak of it. Shortly after she came back we went to the airport and boarded a flight to here."
Pausing once again, thinking over what I had said over a bit more tea, and letting all of that sink in. I wondered how much of everything that happened that day that Ranka would understand. "Jamie," calling for his attention back to me instead of blindly staring out a nearby window, "how much do you think Ranka remembered about what happened back then?"
"We won't dwell on that for now. I do; however, need to know who knows who you really are."
"Haruhi, what does he mean by who you really are?" We'd been so busy talking that neither one of had noticed that the rest of the members of the host club had entered the room and heard who knows what of what come spewing out of my mouth.
Looking at my brother I cocked an eyebrow and asked, "Does that answer your question?"
Laughing with a still haunted look in his eyes he gets up and says that he'll be in touch after he'd made a few inquires. Glancing at the time I was surprised that not only had the class that I'd left early was over but also the two subsequent ones as well ... where'd the time go?
Turning in the seat to look at the guys and looking at the looks on their faces I wasn't sure if our new found friendships would hold in the turbulent times ahead. Especially when I couldn't tell them everything – especially when Kyōya's suspicion that something was wrong had just been proven to be correct. I just hoped that none of the guys would do something foolish after they realized that Ranka was dead and had been for over a month.