ღLast time on Picking up the Piecesღ
I kept my eyes on the ceiling. There was the sound of a motorcycle outside the house before the engine was cut. I rolled onto my stomach and stood up. Going into the bathroom to clean up I heard the doorbell ring. I cleaned the wound like I had just a few hours ago at my old home.
I wonder who's at the door. Better, not go see, it might be the police or some random stranger that Rai knows.She though, walking over and pulling the curtain open. It must've started raining earlier, since the window had streaks of water running down it. I tried to see who was at the door from my window, but the water made the shape of the person blurry.
"Oi! Haruhi come down and met you're fiancé!" Rai yelled up the stairs. I turned quickly, ran to my door, and looked down the stairs. What did he mean fiancé? He just got me, why was he already getting rid of me? Something was up and I didn't like it.
"Fiancé?" I shouted looking at him, eyes widening. I ran down the stairs and turned to the door. My mouth opening as I stared at the man that stood smiling down at me.
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"Haruhi-chan," he spoke warmly, grabbing my hand and bring it up to his lips. I blushed lightly. He was cute. He has ash brown shaggy hair that touched his shoulder. He had soft almond eyes that were twinkled lightly. He was wearing a brown button up shirt with a matching hat with a red bandanna. He gave me a smirk. "Pleasure to meet you."
I nodded and made a noise. "Pleasure." I said before looking at Rai. "Why didn't you tell me that I had a fiancé" I asked, placing my hands on my hips. I knew this was a big chance of standing up to him. It could possibly mean that I would get hurt.
"Why, Haruhi, I wanted it to be a surprise," he said coolly before pushing me and the boy out the door. I grabbed his arm as I stumbled and turned around. "Have fun on your first date." Rai said through the door before a click was heard.
The first thing I noticed was that I was standing side by side with a boy in the rain. Then I noticed it was ice rain. I curled towards the door. "C-cold." I muttered knocking on the door trying to get in to grab a jacket. The boy placed a leather jacket around me. It felt warm, as if he had been wearing it before it was put on me. I pushed my arms through the armholes and zipped the jacket up. It was a little loose on me, but it felt soft.
"Come on, he won't let you back in anytime soon. Let's go get some coffee and get to know each other," he said linking his arm through mine and guiding me towards the bike. I caught the helmet that he tossed at me. I silently slipped it on my head and climbed on the motorcycle behind him. "Hold on tight. It'll hurt if you fall off," he suggested with a laugh. I placed my arms around his waist as he back up.
He cranked the handle revving the engine and pulled the protective covering over his face. He picked his feet up and the motorcycle shot forward. The wind whipped my face and hair. I buried my face into his jacket as it started to get cold. The scent of his jacket was nice, so I inhaled. This...scent is familiar.The scent was like a vanilla mixed with an earthy smell, and the smell of an older adult's perfume. I was about to ask him what his last name was, but he pulled the motorcycle up to the curb.
He took his helmet off and looked at the café. He kicked the stand down and climbed off before helping me off. I then pulled my helmet off. The scent of coffee reached my nose. It was strong; the smell of smoke outside the bar seemed to overpower the scent of the coffee. That could be my imagination however. "It's not much, especially for someone who came from the richer class," he joked, smirking lightly at me before guiding me over towards the café.
Inside the smell of coffee was stronger, but it was warm. It had a fireplace in the corner, and a soft chatter of people. It wasn't like a Starbucks where people where lined up outside the shop waiting for a coffee. I found a spot near the fire, that outlooks the street and he walked off to order a hot chocolate and a black coffee. I placed my helmet under my chair and placed my hands on the table.
The sun was hidden behind a patch of clouds, why did it have to rain, and why on the day I left the Morinozuka's. I let my head fell into my arms and sighed. "Another mess I didn't plan," I whispered to myself.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" a woman asked, the binoculars pressed to her eyes as she saw Haruhi place her head on her arms. "It feels dirty doing this." She said, looking at her partner.
"I'm sure," he retorted quick and simple. He adjusted the umbrella as the wind changed directions. The female shrugged and looked up at him.
"We should have sent someone else. She must've recognized his scent by now. She'll kill you if she figures out," the female replied calmly, crossing her legs and dropped the binoculars to her side.
"I know."
The boy got back and sat down handing me my hot chocolate. I smiled at him and thanked him. "So, you know my name, I just haven't figured yours out yet." I said, mixing in the chocolate that was stuck to the bottom of my cup. He scratched his neck.
"Okamoto Takahiro. Rai-san said he told you, but then again. When we met you didn't seem to even know that you were engaged," he said sipping on the coffee and crossing his arms and looking at me. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself at first. That was rude of me."
"It's okay. I didn't mind. I was too caught up in the moment to realize that I hadn't gotten you're name." I replied, patting his hand. After all if we are getting married then I should start getting friendly. I'd rather this relationship to work out then have us being so angry at each other that we'd end up killing one another. It wasn't like I had a choice, I had to forget my old life and try to get away from Rai as soon as possible.
"So Haruhi, we should get to know each other better. Twenty questions?" he asked me quirking an eyebrow. I nodded. "Okay, I'll go first. What's your favourite colour?"
"That old question?" She asked him. Leaning forward onto her elbows she smiled. "Brown. Yours?"
Kyouya typed away at his laptop. He was trying to locate Haruhi's house, since the Morinozuka's got none of the information of where Haruhi was going to be. He took a sip from his cup noting it was empty. "Pull over," he demanded seeing a cafe. The limo driver carefully pulled over behind a motorcycle and got out. He walked around to Kyouya's side of the limo and opened the door.
"I'll be back in a second," he muttered climbing out and screwing up his face in disgust. How could anyone have a nice cup of coffee here? It smelt horrible. He much need coffee though, he had been up since six and was in a foul mood.
He swung the door open, walked over to the counter, and placed his cup on the counter. "Fill it with black coffee with two creams and sugar, please." He said to the cashier, handing him twenty dollars. The cashier turned around and started getting the coffee ready.
He heard a familiar laugh of a girl and turned around. Haruhi was sitting there with an unfamiliar boy. His mouth opened. It was just by chance that he happened to run out of coffee then. He quickly grabbed his coffee and walked over.
"That's some scary shit you've been through," Takahiro said ruffling my hair. I smiled. "I'm glad that you've managed to get through it alright though." I finished sipping on the hot chocolate when someone approached from behind. I twisted in my chair and swung my leg catching Kyouya in the leg. "Wow! Careful Haru-chan!"
Kyouya growled lightly. "Haruhi. Car. Now." He said rubbing his leg before grabbing me by the top of my arm and pulled me towards the door. I smiled at Takahiro, waving bye as I was dragged away. I would just explain later that he was an old friend. I glared at him once we were in the limo.
"What was that for? I was just talking with a friend!" I defend kicking his shin again. What was his problem after I left the Morinozuka household. I left being his friend to. He didn't even stop by and say goodbye. He couldn't monitor me anymore. This just made him look more like a stalker then a friend.
"You kicked me in the shin, also aren't you dating Mori-senpai?" he badgered, his arms crossed and his glasses where covered by the shine from the dim sun. I shook my head at this. "Oh, so when did you to break up?" he questioned, his voice loud above the sound of the rain.
"When I left to live with my Uncle, I told Takashi that we wouldn't continue dating if I left," I answered before sliding towards the door. "Now if you excuse me, I have to get back to my fiancé, before he thinks you kidnapped me." I turned and looked at him smirking. "Or are you going to almost rape me again like you did oh so many months ago?" I asked him before opening the door and giving him the finger. I heard him growl loudly before he signalled the driver to close the door.
I sighed as he drove away, either my friends were starting to becoming nosy. Or someone was spying on me. I could feel eyes on me, except they weren't coming from the coffee shop. Shivering, I quickly walked back into the shop. "Takahiro, can you take me back home. I'm feeling a little dizzy." I asked him reaching under my chair and grabbing my helmet. "I would pay for my drink, except I didn't have the chance to grab my wallet." I told him as he stood up to pay.
"Let's just forget about that part, it was awkward for everyone. No one really knew what was happening then." He said smiling, I smiled back.
Takahiro helped me onto the bike once we left. "So, did you like our first unofficial date?" He asked, his voice teasing. I smiled and nodded. "Aw, did Haruhi's voice die after talking all day long." He teased again climbing onto the bike in front of me.
"No. I just didn't want to say anything." I said jabbing him in the back with my chin. Since my arms where wrapped around him, waiting for the jolting motion of zooming off down the street. He laughed and did exactly that, zooming off down the street with me behind him.
"I had a great time." I said to him, smiling as I took off his jacket to give it back to him. "Thanks for the hot chocolate, I'll pay you back next time alright?" I told him handing the leather jacket back to him. In which he laughed and pushed it back towards me.
"Keep it, as a memory of the first 'date'" He said before kissing my cheek. "See you around, you're Uncle will probably arrange our next date soon." Takahiro waved before turning around and jogging towards his bike. I watched him ride away before sighing. Now I just have to hope that Kyouya didn't follow me home, and come and make a scene. That would be hectic. Also, I couldn't bear with having him come in at this time. He'd probably bring Tamaki, the twins and Mitsukuni. They would all annoy me to no end right now, and cause them to be in danger.
The only thing I could think of for the rest of the day, was why it felt like someone was watching me at the coffee shop. Even when Rai was making dinner. He had taken the time to go out and buy some octopus for dinner. He was cutting the pieces up. "So, how did the date go." He asked, not turning around to look at me. I continued writing some old home.
"Good, I guess. It would have gone better If I didn't leave without money, keys, or phone." I said, shooting a glare at his back, which he probably couldn't tell that I did. Since he continued rolling the sushi.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have answered you're phone." Rai said in a scolding voice. As if he gave a care that he smashed my phone. If I still had access to money, I would have already gone out and bought a new one, and an apartment to stay in instead of having to live in the same house as Rai. "Anyways, here's your half of the supper." He said passing me a plate and leaving.
As soon as Rai left to watch some more television the phone rang. I stood and grabbed it. "Moshi-Moshi.".
"Haruhi I want you to meet me at this address next week at this very hour." The voice said before giving me the address "Be there, or else." Then the line went dead. I looked at the phone. Who was that? I was slightly scared for as to why that someone would want me to come met him or her. Also at such a late time at night. I placed the phone down and turned around.
As I lay in bed, I heard a rustling outside my window, before the sound of metal scraping against the glass.