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Ch.27

The events of the night before were extremely hazy. She remembered going to the morgue to identify her father's body and not finding him. Then she remembered going back to her house with Mori, but after that it was all a blur. The headache weakened once the medicine dissolved in her stomach and she had eaten the protein bar. The light from the break in the drapes still hurt her eyes, but it wasn't as bad. The room wasn't as dark as she had originally thought. She lay in a four poster bed with shear hangings all around her. Through the hangings she saw, on the opposite wall, a large vanity and stool. Next to it was a full sized mirror. A bookshelf took up an entire wall and was crammed with books. A fireplace roared with new fire. Two doors unmarked stood closed on opposite walls. It was almost like she had woken up as a princess. Inside she knew that she was not a princess and this was not her home. She had to leave. As she sat up, the covers fell off. These were not her clothes. She was wearing a soft white night gown with puffy sleeves.

Someone had undressed her! Angry, she swung her legs over the bed and through the hangings. Just as she had stood and placed her feet on the plush carpeted floor, one of the two doors swung open. A young woman in a stiff blue dress and apron appeared.

"Oh, Miss Fujioka, you are awake. The master of the house wants to see you. You must get dressed first."

The lady crossed the room, grabbed her arm, and led her to the other door. She produced an old fashioned key and unlocked the door. When the light switch was flipped, the sight stunned Haruhi. It was a walk-in closet. The room went back about twenty feet. On one wall were multiple racks of dresses. There were shelves stacked with jeans, shorts, and skirts. Shirts appeared from open drawers. Jackets hung on the other wall. The whole back wall was stacked with shoe boxes. It was like a store in that room and everything was free.

The woman grabbed a pair of jeans, and a nice sweater for her to put on.

"Why..."

"No, no,no,... no questions yet. You can address those with my boss later. Right now you have to get dressed."

The woman followed Haruhi back into the bedroom room.

"I'll leave you alone here and be back in about ten minutes. Would you like the drapes open, dear?

"Um, yes please."

She strode over to the window and yanked open the floor length fabric. Haruhi had to squint. The son completely illuminated the dark room. In front of her was near floor to ceiling length windows. Outside, there was a huge yard. Every inch of the yard seemed to be decorated with plants. Paths cut through the beds were bordered by pearl like stones. Beyond the gardens, an orchard stretched for miles. Clearly, this was not the first floor. When Haruhi finally turned back around, the woman was gone. Haruhi began undressing and put on the clothes given to her. Strangely enough, they fit her perfectly. She walked over to the vanity. On it sat a silver hairbrush, makeup, and a large jewelry box. Haruhi glanced in the mirror. Her hair was a bird's nest and there were bags under her eyes.

She contemplated using the brush. It looked antique and beautiful. There wasn't a hair in it. Nervously, she picked it up just to feel the weight of it in her hands. It was slightly weighted, but comfortable. Slowly she adjusted it and placed it at her crown, pulling down steadily. It felt amazing. Who knew she'd actually enjoyed sitting in front of a vanity brushing hair? It was like this room and everything in it was designed especially for her. So this is what it felt like to be rich. The lady walked back in as Haruhi was still brushing her hair. It had long since been untangled and smoothed even, but she hadn't noticed.

"Oh, I see you like the brush. He said you would. Now come with me please."

"Wait! You still haven't told me anything."

"He wanted to explain everything himself."

"I want to know something!"

"Sweetheart, I know you're tired, nervous, and even a little scared, but I assure you, you are in not danger here."

Haruhi sighed," Fine."

Together, the two women left the bedroom. The hallway was almost just as beautiful as the room. Expensive looking carpet covered every inch of the floor. It was a deep, navy blue, almost black and matched the eggshell walls perfectly. Large gold framed pictures of men in uniforms, women in large puffy dresses, and children playing with angels covered most of the wall as far as she could see. Tapestries of beasts and beings alike filled in the empty space. Above them crystal chandeliers sparkled, newly polished.

"This is amazing," Haruhi whispered in awe.

"I think so too. The pictures can get creepy sometimes when you clean them though. The eyes follow you."

"I guess," Haruhi laughed," Um, is there a bathroom? I really have to pee."

"Oh right. I forgot. Follow me."

They continued down the hallway, passing many closed doors. Haruhi wondered what was behind them. They came upon a grand staircase carpeted just like the hallway. The banister was carved like creeping ivy. Halfway down the stairs, the crapet began its gradation to sky blue. At the bottom of the stairs, Haruhi was met with white tile. Just next to the stairs was a bathroom. She raced inside and closed the door, not realizing how full her bladder was.

The real problem came when she tried to wash her hands. This bathroom was decorated in shades of blue. The knobs of the sink had little dolphins on them that spun when you turned on the water. Just as she turned on the hot and cold. The faucet began gushing out water into the shallow bowl. It wasn't deep enough for the amount of water that came rushing out at one time and the pressure, so it was almost instantly overflowing. Haruhi tried to stop it. Panicking she twisted the knobs the opposite way, but it did nothing. If anything, the water came harder. Suddenly, the right knob came off in her hands and she screamed. A fountain of water shot up into the air. It began emptying gallons all over her, the floor, and the walls. She thought she heard someone call her name on the other side of the door. Nearly hyperventelating now, and sweating like a sinner in church, she locked the door. Taking off her sweater and pulling the towels off the rack, Haruhi tried to mop up some of the water. The sink still overflowed. She heard someone pounding on the door. They were definately calling her name.

The person began either kicking the door or slamming their body into it. She couldn't tell, but they were definately using a lot of force. She would be in so much trouble. She couldn't afford anything in this house, let alone anything in the bathroom. She probably couldn't even afford the towels.

She heard something splinter and crack. Just as she looked up, the door flew open, smacking her in the face.

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