Little Pieces of My Heart
Hi again. ^-^ Thanks to everyone that read my story. Sorry. I know this sucks and most people would rather read something that focuses more on the actual characters instead of an OC, but to those that continue to read, thanks. Disclaimer:Do not own any of Ouran except my OC's. Some of the people might sound AU so sorry.
Chapter 3
Suprise Visitor
I arrived to my house (more like mansion.) and was greeted by my maids who took my things and took me into the kitchen for something to eat. I quietly ate on my own. (As usual.) I sighed softly and looked out the window in wonder.
"What is wrong young mistress?" asked Yoneko.
She looked down at me with concern. She was about thirty and the only one I really could talk to in confidence since the whole change of lifestyle began. Her dark brown hair and eyes the exact caramel color. I sighed and rubbed my temples slowly.
"Well, I was having a great time but-," I started.
Yoneko put up her arm in confidence.
"Do not tell me. A boy started teasing you," she inferred.
I nodded slowly.
"Substitute A to two boys teasing me. Can you believe they snatched my lunch and I had to go the whole day with an empty stomach?" I explained.
Yoneko grinned slightly amused.
"Two boys you say? Well aren't you a popular target," she said giggling.
I rolled my eyes.
"That is hardly something to be proud of. Those twins are just obnoxious and they have no sense of manners! They think that I'm a doll they can play with until they get bored of me," I said with anger.
Yoneko looked even more amused and slightly bit more excited.
"Twins you say? My that is unusual. So, why were you running late today? Did they keep you away from the door so long?" she asked.
I sighed. I hadn't even started. I took a cup of hot chocolate.
"I think you should have a seat. What I'm about to tell you is going to really surprise you ," I explained.
She looked slightly alarmed and sat on the edge of the seat with anticipation.
"Let me tell you a little about a friend I made today and then everything will make sense," I said.
***
The twins at the moment were snickering with pleasure at what they had just discovered. Sakuya was going to be so miserable when she arrived to school that morning if they had anything to do with it. Sure, they didn't have that much to go on, but they would manage to just improvise if the time came. Haruhi worried silently if Sakuya would manage to get through the torture that she was sure the twins were scheming for tomorrow. The customers looked over in curiosity at the twins. Those who knew them looked slightly worried about what the two were plotting. Kyoya sat at a table and looking annoyed at the twins since he knew that this would lower the customer quota that they usually held. Sakuya was 100% in the line of fire for both Kyoya and the twins. Kyoya's glasses glinted as a plan was forming in his mind.
"I'm worried. What is going to happen to Sakuya when Kyoya and the twins get through with her?" questioned Haruhi quietly.
Tamaki popped out of nowhere and looked at her in curiosity.
"What do you mean Haruhi?" he asked.
Haruhi rolled her eyes. This guy really isn't that observant, was he?
"Never mind. Oh, Tamaki, there are a few of your customers waiting for you," pointed out Haruhi.
Tamaki perked up and walked over to his table of girls ready to woo them with compliments and...rather too close contact. Haruhi sighed. Maybe she should warn Sakuya tomorrow, just in case there was any trouble tomorrow. Wait...what was she thinking? Of course there was going to be trouble. Well, she had to find Sakuya fast, or else humiliation was going to be set on her shoulders for the rest of her high school life here at Ouran. Haruhi walked over to Mori and prayed no one would hear her.
"Hey Mori. Could I have a look at the id card you found earlier?" she asked.
Mori nodded and rustled through his pockets until he handed Haruhi the card. She took it and looked it over. There was no current information on it. Just the residents of Sakuya's last house. Suddenly, she felt a piece of paper stuck firmly on the card. She pulled it off slowly and looked at it in surprise. The current address of Sakuya Mazaki had just been found. She pocketed the information in her coat and walked over to Kyoya.
"Hey Kyoya? I was wondering if I could leave a bit early," said Haruhi.
Kyoya absentmindly nodded and checked off Haruhi. She grabbed her things sneakily and walked out the door. She glanced at the paper once more and took the subway to her destination.
***
The doorbell rang after my conversation with Yoneko had ended. I sighed and looked over rather annoyed. I fluffed my hair slightly as I made my way over to the door. But, before I got the chance to answer it, one of my maids opened the door. She looked slightly surprised. Who could it be? I walked over to see a boy with the Ouran uniform amd large brown eyes. It was Haruhi Fujioka. My eyes widened.
"Fujioka-kun?" I asked.
He smiled sheepishly. He looked around and he whistled softly.
"Hello again, Mazaki-san. Sorry for intruding," he said in slight embarrassment.
I smiled. Well, I don't know how he found my house number, but he seems harmless enough.
"Please come in. You must be tired from the long walk," I observed.
He nodded and walked in. He took off his shoes and set them down skillfully facing the door. A maid came to him and handed him a pair of slippers. The two of us walked silently towards the living room. A big flat screen TV was towering like a mini movie theater. The couches were comfortable and a black carpet-like rug made for this room left as an..entertainment room for guests my age, perhaps. I sat comfortably on one of the single seats. I glanced over at Haruhi.
"Have a seat," I said smiling.
He sat akwardly on one of the seats close to mine.
"So, what brings you here?" I asked disarmingly.
He fidgeted slightly and looked up.
"Well...it is about the...twins," he said.
My face lost its smile and I looked at him with a slight glare.
"What about them?" I asked.
He sighed softly as if he was trying to sort things out without alarming me.
"Let me put it this way. Since Kyoya has no information on your...uhm past life, the guys were acting up and-" he started.
I looked at him curiously. Just what was he trying to say? My cellphone began to vibrate violently and I took it out of my bag. I blushed slightly.
"Please forgive me, but I must take this call," I said.
He nodded silently. I walked out of the room and into the hallway. I intook a long breath and tapped the ok button.
"Yes?" I asked quietly.
The line was silent for a while, but then a brisk voice boomed into the speaker.
***
Haruhi sat akwardly in the fancy room. She had never been inside a real mansion before. Sure, the guys had invited her to their houses lots of times, but she managed to slip away unnoticed. A maid walked in and saw her sitting there just waiting.
"Good afternoon, Fujioka-kun. I am Yoneko Oishiara," she said warmly.
Haruhi looked in surprise.
"How did she know my name?" she wondered.
Yoneko laughed heartily.
"Oh, forgive my lack of formality. You must be wondering how I know you when you don't know me. Well, the young miss was just talking about you," explained Yoneko.
Haruhi blushed slightly.
"Oh, well. It is nice meeting you. Uh, so where are Mazaki-san's parents?" asked Haruhi.
Yoneko got silent. She looked out the window. She looked slightly pensive. Then, she looked over at Haruhi once more.
"It might not seem like it, but the young miss is awfully lonely. Her father is away on a business trip that might take a few months, so we take care of her. When I mean we, I mean the staff," she explained.
Haruhi sat down and took it all in. So, she knew the feeling of lonliness as well. She knew there was a connection. The tapping of heels deafeaned the hallways. The two winced. A woman wearing way too much makeup and a slightly skimpy dress walked in and plopped herself on the chair. Haruhi looked at her questionly. The woman looked over at Haruhi and Yoneko.
"What? Is there something wrong with my face?" she asked.
Out of nowhere, in came Sakuya with her face red as a tomato.
***
I stormed in to find my aunt Reina sitting on my couch. I gasped. What was she doing here?
"Aunt Reina! What are you doing here?" I asked quietly.
She stood up and ran to hug me tightly.
"How are you doing dumpling? My has it already been two years since I last saw you? Well, you sure have grown up to become such a lovely young woman," she greeted.
She still hadn't answered my question and I glanced over to see Haruhi staring curiously. I blushed in embarrassment and walked over to Haruhi.
"Please forgive all the interuptions. There are some things that I don't have control over and that would be my aunt Reina," I whispered into his ear.
Haruhi nodded and looked at his watch.
"Sorry for the intrusion, but I think I should get going. I need to go to the market to pick up some groceries for my dad," he said.
I nodded, but then got an idea. I smiled slightly and glanced over at my cellphone.
"Why don't you let me give you a ride home. You must have taken the subway to get here. Usually, around this time, they should be pretty crowded," I explained.
He looked at me with surprise.
"How would you know that?" he asked.
I looked away and glanced at the father clock in the dining hall. He thought it over and then looked like he had figured it out. I gulped.
"I've got it. You must be like Tamaki. He's obsessed with doing things the 'commoner way' and exploring weird places," he hypothesised.
I fell on my side in disbelief. Haruhi rushed to my aid and I dusted off my dress. I scratch my cheek with my right index finger in wonder. This guy was somewhat dense, no? I brushed off the thought and escorted Haruhi to the door.
"Well, I guess you could say that its something like that. I won't press anymore, but I hope you will let me help you. You are the first friend I've made at Ouran," I said quietly.
He smiled and nodded. I smiled back. I called my driver and the two of us left the house to reach the stationary car. Aunt Reina waved wildly as if calling me back. There was no way that I would go back with Haruhi so that she would blab and embarrass me. I look back at him.
"So, what's your address?" I asked.
He gave me the directions, which I repeated to the driver. He nodded and the car went silent once more. Haruhi looked at me silently.
"Aren't you curious about the situation that just occurred?" I asked.
He looked back towards my house.
"You just look like you don't want to talk about it," he explained.
I smiled. For the remainder of the car ride, there was silence. Half an hour later, the car stopped and my driver looked back.
"We have arrived," he said.
I walked out with Haruhi and I looked around. The streets were littered with children playing and across the street was an apartment with paint peeling slightly. It wasn't poverty, but it was nothing I ever had to go through. I turned to Haruhi with a small smile.
"So, is this where you live?" I asked.
He nodded. He grabbed his bag and walked towards his house, when a girl about eight grabbed a hold of my dress. I looked down and knelt to be face to face with the girl. She had pigtails and dark brown eyes.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
She blushed.
"Are you a model? What are you doing out all the way here?" she asked.
I scratched my cheek slightly. I put on my shiniest smile and stood to do a little twirl. I winked and pointed out my index finger to point at her.
"Yup. I'm just here to leave my friend and then head straight to the agency," I fibbed.
She gasped in amazement and ran to her mother with news of actually meeting a model. I sighed and flipped my hair. Haruhi looked at me in amazement.
"So, are you really a model and still working?" he asked.
I shook my head and stared off slightly starry eyed.
"As I said before, that was a long time ago. But, sorry about that display. I can get a little carried away when it comes to little kids," I explained.
"You like children?" he asked.
I nodded and smiled. I covered my mouth to keep in the giggle.
"They're just so cute and easy to tease," I explained.
He looked at me oddly, but then smiled. He waved goodbye and made his way into his apartment and walked up the stairs to get to his apartment number. I turned away and walked back to my car. The driver closed the door and looked back at me with a sigh.
"Where would you like me to drive you as of now?" he asked.
I giggled softly and my eyes twinkled with delight.
"Why don't we pay a little visit to the Motamiya clothing designer department," I said.
Might as well get to know the material if I want to be friends with Sana and she won't be as offended.