Yuuichi sauntered into Kyoya's bedroom and settled himself on the sofa. Kyoya barely acknowledged his presence as he locked his computer screen so his brother couldn't see what he was doing. "What do you want?" Kyoya asked bluntly.
Stretching his arms along the back of the sofa, Yuuichi settled his left foot on his right knee. "Oh, I just thought you'd like to know what went on at the enclave tonight," he said offhandedly.
"To what purpose?" Kyoya muttered. "Father already told me it was just another delusional commoner trying to get their hands on the Fujioka Trust. That's been happening at least five times a year for the last how many decades?"
Smirking, Yuuichi leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands folded. "There were a few differences tonight." He paused, hoping to goad his youngest brother into reacting. When nothing happened, Yuuichi continued, "It wasn't a commoner who put forth the petition and they didn't do it for themselves. The petitioner was one of your little friends and the person they suggested as the heir to the Trust was another one."
Kyoya hid his distracted confusion behind his usual mask. "What is he talking about? My only friends are in the Host Club. Who could possibly…"
Yuuichi leaned back again, making himself comfortable before adding, "The Haninozuka heir must have it bad for your little commoner to even suggest that she is a direct descendant of the Fujioka line from the Edo period."
Grinding his teeth, Kyoya clenched his fists as he growled, "Will you ever come to a point?"
"This time it's different because there is actual documentation that could prove there is a connection," Yuuichi said flippantly as he stood up and headed toward the door. "Though maybe Haninozuka's doing it for his cousin, since Morinozuka and the commoner were the ones holding the betrothal tokens that were hidden in the journal with evidence of the connection."
As soon as the door closed behind his retreating brother, Kyoya picked up a paperweight from his desk and threw it hard against the wall. Staring at the shards on the floor, he snarled, "Haruhi has access to three fortunes now. There is no way I am going to let someone else have my wife."
OHSHC
Tamaki sat alone at the huge dining room table in the second Suoh mansion, pushing food around his plate listlessly. "The Host Club should have been on a family retreat this weekend, but the twins and the next-door neighbors had to attend an elite enclave tonight. Father is there too, so there's no one to have dinner with me…well Kyoya and Haruhi are available, but neither is answering their phone."
When the door to the dining room opened, Tamaki looked up in excitement. "Maybe Kyoya or Haruhi got one of my messages and has come to join me for dinner. We'll have so much fun together."
"Good evening, Tamaki," Yuzuru greeted, smiling broadly at his son. "The meeting took less time than expected. Mind if I join you for dinner?"
Tamaki wiggled like a puppy being offered a belly rub and a treat. "I would enjoy that very much." He stood respectfully as his father seated himself at the table.
Shima slipped in quietly with a tray, bringing a second setting for dinner. After placing everything in front of Yuzuru, she slipped out just as quietly.
After eating in silence for a few moments, Yuzuru asked, "So, how close are you to Haruhi?"
Freezing with his spoon halfway to his mouth, Tamaki contemplated how to answer. "Haruhi is an integral part of the Host Club. We're all very close."
Yuzuru pondered his son's assertion before saying casually, "Haruhi and her father were the focus of the enclave this evening. Apparently, they may be the last remaining members of a family from the Edo period who were granted a land trust by the shogun."
Tamaki gaped at his father. "You mean Haruhi might be an heiress to another fortune?!"
OHSHC
Akira and Yorihisa approached Ryoji while their sons talked to Haruhi. "We would like you to join us for dinner tonight," Akira said seriously. "Now that most of the elite families know about the Fujioka Trust, we should have some contingency plans in place to protect Haruhi."
Ryoji nodded. "Kyoya has been aggressive in his pursuit of Haruhi recently. I wouldn't put it past him to try some underhanded scheme. He knows that Haruhi will be named as the Sawayama heir, and he will probably find out about the Trust from his brother."
"He is greedy enough to try to circumvent any existing relationships to further his own ambitions," Yorihisa muttered darkly. "He doesn't care about anyone but himself, and he wouldn't hesitate to take what he wants, including Haruhi…even against her will."
Takashi and Mitsukuni's hands clenched into fists and Haruhi laid a hand on each of their arms. "Well, then it's a good thing that both Takashi and Mitsukuni have been training me for the past few months," Haruhi said lightly. "If he tries anything, I'll wipe the smirk off his face as I mop the floor with him." She grinned darkly.
The five men around her chuckled at the image her threat presented. "Ahh, my little girl is growing up!" Ryoji squealed as he grabbed her in a hug and started twirling her around.
"Dad, I need to breathe," she wheezed, tapping his shoulder roughly. When he didn't respond, Takashi gently plucked her out of Ryoji's embrace and perched her on his own arm. "Thanks," she whispered as she caught her breath, leaning her head against his shoulder.
Takashi stroked her cheek with the back of one finger, looking deeply into her eyes to assure himself she was fine. He sighed as she smiled up at him and caressed his face gently before kissing the corner of his mouth. Mitsukuni teasingly made a low, "Ooooo." The three fathers watched the antics of their children indulgently.
"Okay," Akira called with a chuckle. "The ladies are waiting for us at the Haninozuka estate with dinner. We also need to report on the enclave this evening."
OHSHC
Hikaru sat in the corner of the limousine with crossed arms and a deep scowl. His mother looked at him pointedly and asked, "Just what is your problem?"
Huffing in annoyance, he turned his gaze out the window, ignoring Yuzuha. "Haruhi is our toy. What is she doing with a Morinozuka betrothal token? Have they gone even further than I suspected? It's not fair!"
Yuzuha looked at her other son with a raised eyebrow. "Do you have any idea what his problem is?"
Kaoru shrugged and muttered, "Hikaru likes Haruhi, but he doesn't know how to express it properly. He still thinks of her as a possession rather than a person." He glanced over at the scowl on his brother's face. "He's mad because she's chosen Mori-senpai rather than him."
"Well, if this is how he acts, I can hardly blame her for choosing someone else," Yuzuha remarked. Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out to check her messages.
OHSHC
Two weeks after the enclave, Kyoya entered Music Room Three to find Haruhi sitting at a table surrounded by stacks of law books and writing on a notepad. Smirking to himself, he sauntered over and was about to say something when she declared without looking up, "Just back away senpai. I'm busy with something important and I have nothing to say to you."
Kyoya was about to advance toward her when he heard a sharp, "Hn." He paled as he noticed Mori-senpai sitting on the nearby sofa reading a book. The warning glint in the kendo champion's eye was enough of a warning for Kyoya to change direction and head to his usual table.
Half an hour later, Tamaki flung the doors open and announced, "I'm here!" He was very disappointed when no one showed any sign of acknowledging his presence. "Haruhi, my darling daughter! Did you come early to spend time with your loving father?" he asked, striding toward the young woman at the table.
"No," she stated bluntly. "I have two law assignments that I need to get done." She turned back to her notepad and continued writing.
Kyoya's head snapped around in surprise at her declaration that she was working on law assignments. Before he could inquire about the matter, Tamaki said in a puzzled tone, "Ouran doesn't have any law classes."
Haruhi finished writing her thought on the notepad and then flipped it shut. She stood up and turned around to face the blond. Crossing her arms over her chest, she fixed him with a sharp stare. "That is correct. These law classes have been arranged for me by some of my late mother's former associates. One of the judges even cleared it with Chairman Suoh."
Tamaki just stood there gaping at her. "But…but…but why? You don't have to work so hard just to impress me," he said as he approached her exuding his princely charm.
"Ugh," she muttered as she rolled her eyes. "It's not about you. Nothing in my life is about you. Why can't you get that through your thick skull?" She started gathering her papers and books. "I need to return these to the library before class. I'll see you this afternoon for Host Club."
Takashi languidly placed a marker in his book and stood up. He scooped up a stack of books from the table and Haruhi smiled her thanks. On their way out the door, Takashi looked at Tamaki and frowned.
Tamaki ran to the corner and started growing mushrooms. "I don't approve of our daughter spending time with the neighbor," he whined.
Kyoya growled and snapped his laptop shut. "I don't approve either, but it seems there's nothing we can do about it.
After returning the books to the library, there was still time before classes started, so the pair walked out into the garden and sat on a bench. Pausing for a few moments to enjoy the clear, quiet morning, Haruhi took a deep breath and then stated softly, "I needed this. The fresh air. The gentle sunshine. The stimulating company." She leaned against his side as she smiled up at him.
Glancing around quickly to be sure they weren't being observed, Takashi bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead. "I like the company too," he murmured. He sat back up and asked, "Do you mind telling me about the assignments you were working on?"
"I don't mind. You may even be able to help me with one of them," Haruhi responded, setting her hand on the bench next to his so that their little fingers were just barely touching. "The first one is a support agreement for my grandparents, Shigehito and Shiori Sawayama. While I don't want to leave them destitute, I also don't want to give them enough resources for Rina to exploit."
"That's obviously not what you need my help with," Takashi noted. "You have better insight into distinguishing needs from wants than anyone else I know."
Haruhi bumped her shoulder against his arm. "I will be allowing them to live in the guest house on the estate and the staff will continue taking care of them, but they will only receive a modest allowance. They would have to save for at least a year to fund one of Rina's least expensive demands." She paused to flip through a notepad. "From what the Sawayama head butler Hongo told me, Rina and Rika have been practically holding the entire household hostage with demands and tantrums. He thinks my methods may do them some good."
"So, what would you…" Before Takashi could finish his question, the bell rang signaling that it was time to head to class.
"We'll talk about it during lunch," Haruhi called over her shoulder as she trotted off to her classroom so she wouldn't be late.
OHSHC
Takashi was walking down the corridor to the classroom where Haruhi had her last class before lunch. He finally spotted her sandwiched between the twins. She saw her fiancé and was trying to reach him so they could eat together. Hikaru and Kaoru each grabbed an arm and pulled her down a side hallway.
Mitsukuni caught up to his cousin just in time to see the twins shove Haruhi into an empty room. Takashi grabbed the door before it closed and pushed it open. He scowled at the twins when he saw them trying to pull Haruhi's clothes off.
Both of the cousins growled as they each grabbed a twin. "Unhand her," Mitsukuni murmured darkly, wrenching Hikaru's arm up between his shoulder blades.
"It's not what it looks like," Kaoru yelled.
"It looks like you are trying to undress Haruhi," Takashi growled in Kaoru's ear as he gripped the back of the red-head's neck.
"Okay…so maybe it is what it looks like," the younger twin conceded, wincing in pain as Takashi tightened his grip slightly. "We were just going to have her try on some clothes. She's an heiress now. She needs a better wardrobe."
Haruhi straightened her clothing as she glared at her classmates. "For your information, I have an appointment with your mother this weekend. She wants to instruct me in proper wardrobe herself."
Both twins paled at that information. "Please don't tell her about this," they whined in unison. "We just wanted a reason to play with our toy. You never have time for us anymore."
Stalking up to the pair being held by the cousins, she fixed the red-heads with a glare. "I am not a toy! And I will be discussing your behavior with your mother. I suggest you think long and hard about your attitudes and actions."
Mitsukuni grabbed an elbow of each twin and called over his shoulder, "I'll just escort these two to the dining room. You two have a good lunch."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Haruhi wrapped her arms around Takashi's waist. He stroked her hair and then placed a kiss on top of her head. She pulled back and looked up at him with a soft smile. The corner of his mouth rose slightly as he flicked his eyes toward the table on the other side of the room.
Stepping back from the embrace, she took his hand and led him toward the table, picking up her school bag on the way across the room. They sat down and Haruhi pulled two bento boxes out of her bag. They ate in silence for a few moments.
Halfway through, Takashi said quietly, "This morning you said you wanted my help with a project you're working on."
Haruhi set down her chopsticks. "That's right…well, sort of. The group who devised an accelerated law program for me assigned me to write a brief for a class action lawsuit related to a fire at an apartment building." She paused and then continued, "Speaking of the group, would you be available to take me to the restaurant where they are holding my class tonight?"
Stroking the back of her hand lightly with a finger, he murmured huskily, "I'd be honored." Haruhi blushed slightly as he picked up her hand and placed a kiss on her palm.
"Um, right…the assignment." Haruhi shook her head slightly to clear it. "There was an apartment building that had a fire in it recently. No one was injured, but the building was condemned because of the damage to an already unsound structure. The displaced residents claim the property owner did not have adequate safeguards."
She paused before continuing, "The sort-of part is that I'm thinking about buying the building to have it torn down and then have a better complex erected in its place."
Takashi nodded. "Under the right circumstances, it would be a good investment. Apartments are in high demand."
"Of course, this is all theoretical at this point. I will have access to funds after I am confirmed as the Sawayama heir. I just need to present it in a way that Dad will approve of, given he will be the trustee until I turn eighteen." Haruhi chuckled. "I never thought I would ever say anything like that since I've been taking care of him for the last ten years."
"I see no reason why he would deny such a reasonable request," her betrothed said as he caressed her arm from the wrist to the elbow.
Haruhi shivered slightly in delight at his ministrations. She leaned toward him and gazed into his stormy grey eyes. Sighing, she closed her eyes and leaned away. "I am so tempted to forget about my assignment, my side project, and the rest of the school day to just spend some time with you."
"But you are much too responsible for that," Takashi agreed, leaning away a little himself.
"Anyway…if it were just one building, I have no doubt that Dad would approve." Haruhi paused to pull a map out of her school bag. Laying it on the table she pointed to a spot on the map. "This is the recently condemned building." She moved her finger to another location. "This building is also condemned."
Takashi nodded in understanding. "It's not just one building."
"No. So far, I have identified at least four." She tapped her fingertip on two other locations on the map. "These two have not been condemned yet, but they are deteriorating fast. I'm hoping to have the first location re-built large enough to accommodate everyone in those two before they become uninhabitable. And I want to keep the rents affordable."
"Ambitious, but doable," Takashi remarked. "And I think your father would be proud."
OHSHC
As soon as Haruhi entered Music Room Three, Tamaki grabbed her arm and began dragging her to an area off to one side that was surrounded by red velvet ropes.
Kyoya was waiting at the gap with a clipboard, checking off names of guests who had reserved time with Haruhi. Hikaru and Kaoru were within the roped off area adjusting the placement of an elegant sofa. It was facing more than a dozen chairs that were obviously for guests. On a nearby chair was an elaborate dress and a pair of high-heeled shoes sat underneath. An ornate sign hung on one of the velvet ropes near the opening that read, "Meet with Haruhi, heiress of three fortunes."
The cousins entered not long after Haruhi. Mitsukuni stepped up beside Takashi and growled, "They are really pushing the boundaries and I am just about done with their nonsense."
His cousin acknowledged the sentiments with a deep, "Hn." He stepped into the path of Tamaki as he pulled Haruhi along. "Enough," he said, his voice a deep rumble.
Haruhi used the distraction to yank her arms out of the blond's grasp. She met Takashi's eyes and flicked them toward the door. He nodded in assent and followed her.
Tamaki shouted, "Haruhi, where are you going? You have guests coming."
Turning around abruptly, she pinned the blond with a sharply pointed look. "I did not agree to this." She waved a hand dismissively at the set-up. "I am not a sideshow for your, or anyone's, entertainment." She fixed her eyes on Kyoya and added, "Or profit. My debt has been paid in full."
When Tamaki and the twins tried to follow Haruhi and Takashi, Mitsukuni stepped into their path. His voice was low and menacing when he muttered, "Haruhi is not a piece of property for you to put on display and charge admission." Noticing the smirk on Kyoya's face, he turned his attention to the dark-haired second-year. "If you persist in this harassment, all four of you will be meeting me in the dojo and I will teach you some basic manners." Giving them one more dark look, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Takashi and Haruhi were waiting for him just outside the door. "We have time before we need to leave for the restaurant. Why don't we head to a dojo for a workout? I could really use it after dealing with those four today."
"We have a dojo just a few blocks from the restaurant we're going to later," suggested Takashi.
"Perfect," Haruhi replied. "Will I be able to borrow a gi? Mine is at home, and it's too far out of the way to drop by there."
"Not a problem," Mitsukuni assured her as he texted the chauffeur to bring the car around.
The trio walked through the halls in a comfortable silence. Takashi and Haruhi were close enough to brush hands occasionally, though they avoided any obvious public demonstrations.
Kyoya could barely contain his temper as he watched Haruhi walk out the door. "Who does Hani-senpai think he is calling my affections toward my future wife harassment? I will find a way…"
"I can't believe our darling daughter would run off with the rude neighbors like that!" Tamaki shouted as he ran around the room waving his arms frantically.
Hikaru and Kaoru clung to each other. "Do you really think Hani-senpai meant that?" the older twin asked.
Kaoru answered in a trembling voice, "That wasn't Hani-senpai, that was DARK Hani. And I am positive he meant it."
"Host Club is closed for the day," Kyoya growled as he snatched his laptop and bag from his usual table and stalked out the door. The other three just watched in confusion at his exit.
OHSHC
Despite the tense interaction with the rest of the Host Club earlier, Haruhi was enjoying the meeting at the restaurant, even though she was the center of attention. "The workout at the dojo was just what I needed to relax," she thought before turning her attention back to the questions about her assignments and proposal.
The group of lawyers and judges who had taken it upon themselves to cultivate Haruhi's law career were impressed with her attention to detail on the assignments. They spent time over dinner discussing potential changes or additions. Ms. Goda complimented Haruhi for several items that she included that none of the other lawyers at the table had even considered. "You remind me of all the things Judge Oguri used to tell me about Mitsuki…well, Kotoko," Ms. Goda remarked.
Ms. Goda told Takashi, "We've really enjoyed the challenge of developing curriculum to give her real-world examples and experience. She brings a very different view to the casework." She gestured around the table to the professionals. "When we set her to work on the class action suit, our focus was on the short-term compensation for the displaced occupants. She took the next logical step and considered the long-term housing needs and potential ways to meet them."
Nodding, Takashi agreed, "Haruhi is so much more than she first appears. The Host Club has become attached to her for her unique insights." To himself, he mused, "Some have become a little too attached."
They were nearly done with dinner when Haruhi's phone rang. She recognized the number of the Sawayama estate. "Hongo, is there anything wrong?"
"Mistress Shiori is having a panic attack. She said someone was peeking in the windows, but security assures me that no one is on the property that shouldn't be." Hongo's voice was shaky, the worry evident in his tone.
Ending the call, Haruhi turned to Takashi. "Could your father and uncle meet us at the Sawayama estate as soon as possible? I suspect the estate needs their expertise." Takashi nodded as he pulled out his phone and sent off a text.
"I apologize for our abrupt departure, but an urgent matter has come up. I look forward to my next assignments," Haruhi said as she bowed respectfully to the group around the table.
OHSHC
Akira and Yorihisa were waiting when Takashi and Haruhi arrived from the restaurant. Hongo relaxed visibly when he opened the door to find the new heir arriving with reinforcements. "Please take us to the office. I need to see the files on the security personnel," Haruhi ordered, gesturing for Hongo to lead the way.
Opening the door to the office, Hongo turned on the lights and gestured to a seating arrangement off to the side. "I'll bring the files to the table," the butler said, pulling a small keyring from his pocket and unlocking a file drawer.
Laying the files on the table, Hongo murmured, "I will bring tea."
Haruhi looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you. I'll try to get things sorted out as soon as possible." Reaching for the files, she counted the stack. "There are twelve files here. About what I would expect for a full security team for an estate like this."
Takashi looked at her and the corner of his mouth raised slightly. He nodded approvingly as he realized that she had been taking her new responsibilities seriously and learning about estate operations.
Handing each of the men three folders, Haruhi asked, "Please look for any obvious red flags in these files. I have my suspicions about the security team here, but I value your opinions as well."
Akira looked at the young woman appraisingly. "May I ask about your suspicions?"
Haruhi shrugged. "Given that my aunt had, and probably still has, an affiliation with Tatsuya Danno, head of the Danno Syndicate, I suspect that the security is on his payroll as well."
Nodding in acceptance of her reasoning, Akira turned to the files she had given him. The group read in silence for a short time before Hongo returned with the tea. After pouring, the butler slipped out quietly to allow the group to continue their task.
After examining the files in front of her, Haruhi stacked them neatly. Looking at Akira and Yorihisa, she stated, "I would like to contract with your security firm to deal with this situation. I need a completely new security team for the estate. I also want the current men investigated…and prosecuted if necessary. There were some glaring gaps in the files even a novice like me can see."
The Haninozuka and Morinozuka patriarchs exchanged a glance that contained an unspoken conversation. Then Yorihisa nodded. "We will send over the standard contracts for employment and investigation. Is there anything else we can do to help?"
"Know any good forensic accountants?" Haruhi replied offhandedly. She said it in a joking tone, but the underlying sentiment was serious.
"That we do. Along with the contracts, we'll send over a list of the firms we have vetted and used in the past."
Before Haruhi could respond, her phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, her brows knit together. "Excuse me, I need to take this." The men nodded their understanding as she rose and moved to the other side of the office.
"Shibata is something wrong?" she asked, worried by the tense tone of the Kawamura butler.
"There was a call from an American law enforcement officer. He wishes to speak to a member of the Kawamura family. When I told him that all were away from the estate at this time, he insisted that it was an urgent matter." Shibata's voice was strident with stress.
Closing her eyes, Haruhi considered the distance from the Sawayama estate to the Kawamura as well as the potential traffic. "I'll be there in about twenty minutes."
Shibata heaved a sigh of relief. "The officer said he would call back in thirty."
OHSHC
Kyoya stormed into the Otori mansion and started stalking toward his bedroom. "Who does Benibara think she is? Refusing to bring Haruhi to my city apartment so I can convince her that I am the best man to help her manage her inheritances." He didn't see his brothers until he ran into them.
Yuuichi's expression was serious as he said hesitantly, "Something happened during Father's business trip to America."
"What happened?" Kyoya snapped, impatient with his brother's diffident manner. "Was he in an accident? Was he mugged?"
Akito looked at Yuuichi with an expression that smirked, "Better you than me."
OHSHC
Shibata sat at the table with Haruhi and Takashi, waiting for the phone to ring. "Do you think he's calling about Rika?" Haruhi speculated. "I can't think of any other reason an American law enforcement officer would be calling."
Takashi shook his head. "If it were about Rika, they would have called the Sawayama estate."
"You're right," Haruhi replied, stroking the back of his hand with her finger. "I guess we'll just have to wait patiently for the call." The couple silently looked into each other's eyes and smiled softly.
Shibata watched the young lovers from the corner of his eye. He hid his smile as he considered, "Miss Haruhi has done well in choosing a life mate. I'm glad I am getting this opportunity to get to know Master Ken…Ryoji's daughter."
The quiet bubble was burst by the ringing of the phone. Shibata answered it, "Good evening. Kawamura residence." After a short pause, he continued, "Here is the mistress of the house." He handed the phone to Haruhi.
"This is Haruhi Fujioka, heir of the Kawamura clan. My grandfather and father are indisposed at this time. How may I help you, officer?" Haruhi asked in her most professional voice.
"I am Agent Burke with the FBI. I am calling to inform you that there was an attempt to steal items from your cultural exhibit while it was on display in Hollywood. The perpetrators were apprehended in the act."
"Thank you for protecting the exhibit," Haruhi remarked during the agent's pause. "Do you need something from the Kawamura family? An inventory?"
"No. We have the inventory from the transport service. Everything is accounted for. There are two things I need from you. One, do you want the exhibit to continue, or would you prefer that it be shipped home? Two, since it was your countrymen who attempted the theft, do you want them extradited to Japan?"
Haruhi's brow furrowed in confusion. "The theft was attempted by Japanese citizens?" Then she gasped and her expression hardened in anger. "If it is who I think it is, I would prefer they be prosecuted in America. His name has too much clout in Japan for him to be properly punished for his crime."
Takashi's hands balled into fists as he followed Haruhi's logic to its obvious conclusion.
Now it was the FBI agent's turn to be confused. "How do you know who attempted the theft?" he asked.
"I don't know…but I can guess. Yoshio Otori. He recently found out the exhibit may contain the key to claiming a trust worth a substantial amount of money." Haruhi tried hard to keep the anger out of her voice, but it leaked through.
"That adds another dimension to the charges," Agent Burke mused. "Especially if he was trying to steal the items to perpetrate fraud." He paused before muttering, "That might explain his attitude at the police station when he and his crew were arrested."
^^^^^FLASHBACK^^^^^
Yoshio snarled at the police officer escorting him to a holding cell. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
The officer replied in a bored tone. "You are an attempted thief who was caught red-handed."
"I am the head of the Otori Conglomerate. I will have your badge for this mistreatment." Yoshio shouted as his cuffs were removed and he was shoved into the cell with the four members of the Black Onion Squad, and three drunks.
The officer closed and locked the cell. "As soon as your paperwork has been processed, you will be given an opportunity to call your lawyer." He turned and walked away, ignoring Yoshio's threats.
Half an hour later, a police detective and an FBI agent approached the cell and called for Yoshio Otori. "It's about time," Yoshio huffed.
Ignoring the man's bluster, the detective said, "Please hold out your hands." He secured the handcuffs and ordered, "Follow me and you will be given one phone call. Whoever you call will be up to you, but I suggest you call a good lawyer."
When they reached the booking room, the detective pushed Yoshio into a chair next to his desk. The agent stood to one side, watching the interaction with interest. Picking up the phone, the detective asked the prisoner, "What number can I dial for you?"
"I don't memorize phone numbers. I keep them in my phone," Yoshio remarked haughtily.
The detective huffed as he stood up and headed for the property room. A few minutes later he returned with the envelope containing Yoshio's possessions. Pulling out the phone and powering it up, he frowned at the device. He called over his shoulder, "Hey Officer Suzuki, I need your help. I can't read this, and I don't want to let him call someone he shouldn't."
The officer looked up from his computer and said, "I'll be right there." As he approached the detective's desk, he saw who was sitting there. He scowled and his hands tightened into fists.
The detective looked up and noticed the officer's reaction. "Is there a problem?" he asked cautiously.
Yoshio turned and sneered at the officer. In Japanese, he said haughtily, "They'll let just anyone work for the police in America, it seems."
Ignoring the jibe, Officer Suzuki took the phone from the detective. Swiping through the contact numbers, he stopped on 'Yuuichi' and handed the phone back to the detective. "This one should be safe. It's his oldest son."
"And how do you know that?" the detective asked with a raised eyebrow.
"This is the man who blackballed my father in Japan because my mother refused to sleep with him. That's how we wound up in America. My parents were fired from their jobs and couldn't get hired anywhere because of his say-so." Officer Suzuki's tone was flat as he explained before returning to his desk.
While the detective monitored Yoshio's phone call, the FBI agent went to speak to the officer and gain insight into the prisoner.
^^^^^END FLASHBACK^^^^^
"Whatever the case," Haruhi replied, "America is welcome to him."
"And what of the other matter?" Agent Burke prompted.
Haruhi paused to recall what he was asking. Then she remembered the exhibit. "If tickets have already been sold, then the exhibit should continue. I would hate to deprive people of the opportunity to learn more about kabuki theater."
"Actually, the museum already had to refund the tickets. The exhibit was untouched, but the building sustained extensive damage. It will be closed for at least six weeks to affect repairs," Agent Burke explained.
"Then, by all means, have the exhibit shipped back here to Japan. That way the museum doesn't have the extra security worries during the repairs," Haruhi stated. "If the museum is interested, we may be able to make arrangements in the future for the exhibit to return."
"I will pass that along to the curator. He will be pleased at such a positive outcome from such a negative incident." The agent paused before continuing. "Do you have any questions for me?"
"No, I don't. I do want to thank you for the care you have taken with this matter. It is greatly appreciated," Haruhi said.
"Thank you. Goodbye."
Haruhi hung up the phone and looked at Takashi and Shibata. "Well, Yoshio has gone and gotten himself into trouble. It will probably be a while before we have to deal with him."
Shibata bowed his head. "Thank you for coming so promptly to deal with the matter. Certain issues need attention that cannot wait until I can contact Master Yoshihito through his lawyer. And Master Ryoji is not always available either."
Patting his arm softly, Haruhi replied, "Call me anytime. I can't promise that I will always be available, but I will get back to you as soon as I can."
"Thank you, Miss Haruhi. I appreciate that." Shibata stood. "I will be about my evening tasks," he said with a bow and left the room.
Takashi and Haruhi stood up as well. "Shall I drive you home?" he asked, the corner of his lips lifted slightly in a smile.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Haruhi looked up at him. "Thank you, but I think I'll sleep here tonight. With Dad at work, I don't trust that Kyoya won't show up at the apartment to press his suit." Under her breath, she muttered, "I wish he would get a hint before I have to get his attention with a two-by-four."
Takashi nearly grinned at the mental image of Haruhi hitting Kyoya with a board. He bent down and kissed the top of her head. "Then I should head home. I'll stop by tomorrow morning to drive you to school."
Before he could step away, she pulled his head down and kissed him passionately. "Sweet dreams," she whispered as she dropped her arms and stepped back.
"How could I have anything but sweet dreams after that kiss," he teased before heading toward the front door.
OHSHC
Pacing the floor like a cage tiger, Yuzuha smoothed her expression of anger as she waited for her sons to join her in her office. "Those boys will give me premature wrinkles," she thought darkly, remembering her conversation with Haruhi before they began discussing wardrobe, make-up, and skin care options.
The twins breezed into the room and dropped languidly into chairs. "Will this take long?" Hikaru asked grumpily. "I was in the middle of a tough level of my video game."
Kaoru remained silent as he recognized the look on their mother's face. "Oh, that's right. Mom met with Haruhi this morning." A shiver ran down his spine as he realized where this meeting was probably going.
Yuzuha stopped pacing, crossed her arms, and leaned back against the edge of her desk. Fixing her sons with a look of disapproval, she said, "I had a very interesting conversation with Haruhi this morning."
Hikaru stiffened as he remembered what had happened earlier that week…and what Haruhi had said. "Mom, it's all a mis…"
"That was no misunderstanding," she cut him off. "The very fact that you were trying to undress your classmate—female classmate, no less—is completely unacceptable. There will be consequences for your actions. Your father and I will discuss the appropriate discipline and inform you this evening at dinner." She pushed away from the desk and stood over them menacingly. "Until then, I strongly suggest that you examine your attitudes toward your classmate. She is going to be a very influential person in the near future. Do you really want her animosity?"
The twins hung their heads as they considered their mother's words. "You may go," Yuzuha said dismissively.
Once the office door closed behind them, Hikaru looked at his brother and said, "We screwed up."
Nodding in agreement, Kaoru answered, "Oh yeah. We did."
OHSHC
Ryoji watched nervously as the crate containing the Kawamura kabuki armor was loaded into a truck to be transported to the enclave meeting. The FBI seal placed on it before it was shipped from America was still intact. He and Haruhi had discussed removing the katana and wakizashi to take to the meeting, but they ultimately decided to leave the crate to be opened by the Emperor.
Haruhi placed a hand on his arm. "Don't worry, Dad. Even if the swords aren't there, we don't need the money."
"I know," he assured her, patting her hand. "I just don't know how to feel about it now that I know the story behind it."
"You mean Ayame's story?" she asked, pulling him toward the car that would take them to the enclave. "That armor is a Kawamura family treasure because it was made by the real patriarch of the family, not Taishi. Despite what Arata thought, Ayame repaired the armor not for Taishi, but for the Kawamura clan. They needed that reminder of their founder to carry forward through all their hardships."
Smiling indulgently, Ryoji replied, "You're right." He helped her into the car and then slid in next to her. "We have other things to think about tonight, Miss Sawayama heiress."
Haruhi laughed as the car pulled out to follow the transport.
Soon they were seated at the table in Edo Castle awaiting the convening of the enclave. The crate was standing near the Emperor's table. Haruhi smiled as she watched Takashi and his father settle in their space near Mitsukuni and his father.
Once everyone was seated, the Emperor's son stood, rang the gong, and called the family names. All the families were represented, though several only had the heirs present, including the Otori family. The absence of Yoshio was noted with interest by several of the other families.
The Emperor stood and declared, "As previously announced, we are here to evaluate the pedigree of the new heirs for the Sawayama and Kawamura clans." He paused and chuckled. "Then we will return to the matter of the Fujioka Trust," he commented as he patted the crate.
Settling in his chair, the Emperor picked up a document from his table. "By court order, Haruhi Fujioka is named as heir to the Sawayama clan."
Having received instructions from the enclave's secretary on the proper procedure, Haruhi stood and formally introduced herself. "I am Haruhi Fujioka. My mother was Kotoko Fujioka, nee Mitsuki Sawayama. Here are copies of the court order, my birth certificate, my mother's birth certificate, and her marriage certificate with her name change." Bowing respectfully, Haruhi laid the documents on the Emperor's table and returned to her seat.
After examining the documents thoroughly, the Emperor passed them to his son to examine as well. Nodding in agreement that the evidence was sufficient to establish Haruhi's identity, he passed them back. Rising, the Emperor announced, "We welcome Haruhi Fujioka to this enclave as the Sawayama heir. Until she reaches her majority, her father will act on her behalf."
"Are you kidding me?!" shrieked Hime Ayanokouji, standing up and pounding her fists on the table. "How is that trashy little commoner an heiress?"
The Emperor frowned and signaled for his son to call for order with the gong. "The Ayanokouji heir will be silent or there will be consequences."
Hime's father grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back down into her chair. "Hush!" he hissed in her ear. She crossed her arms and pouted, glaring ineffectually at Haruhi.
Once the muttering quieted, the Emperor stood. "Now I will read a statement from Yoshihito Kawamura regarding his new heir following the death of Hayato and his entire family."
I, Yoshihito Kawamura, step down as head of the Kawamura family and officially acknowledge Haruhi Fujioka as my heir and Ryoji Fujioka, nee Kentaro Kawamura, as her steward and trustee until she comes of age.
I have many regrets, but the greatest was driving my son away with my demands and broken promises. From my brief interactions with my granddaughter, I realized that he is a much better father than I ever was.
The room sat in stunned silence. Everyone had expected Ryoji to be named as the heir, not Haruhi.
Ryoji looked at his daughter with a huge grin on his face. "Well, looks like we've both got our work cut out for us," he teased. She just rolled her eyes in response before looking around at the Host Club members who were in attendance. The twins were each giving her two thumbs up. Mitsukuni was grinning broadly. The soft expression on Takashi's face was the one that affected her the most.
Before the silence could become uncomfortable, the Emperor's son rang the gong. "We will now address the matter of the Fujioka Trust," said the Emperor. He motioned for a security guard to step forward with a prybar to open the crate containing the kabuki warrior armor mounted on a stand.
"Ryoji and Haruhi, please come examine the armor and show us the swords," ordered the Emperor.
The pair walked up and started examining the armor. Gently they removed it from the stand piece by piece, laying each item on the Emperor's table. They examined each piece thoroughly but could not locate any hiding places.
"I guess we'll have to take the armor apart to find the swords," Ryoji remarked, contemplating the pieces laying on the table.
"Wait!" Takashi called, holding out a hand to forestall any action. "You do not need to take it apart." He looked to the Emperor for permission. When he received the affirmative nod, he approached the table.
"Takashi would have instructed his Haruhi in the secrets of samurai armor. Very useful for the wife of a warrior," he commented as he approached the table. "He would have told her about the hidden panels and storage pockets." Gently he picked up the breastplate and ran his fingers along the folded edge of fabric between the layers of the armor under the left arm. "I have not yet had the opportunity to instruct my Haruhi in those secrets." He easily located the laces and opened a hidden pocket.
When Takashi referred to 'my Haruhi,' she started to bristle at the implication of possession. Then she realized the way he said it implied something very different than the times Tamaki, Kyoya, or the twins used the same words. Rather than a possession that needed to be instructed in how to do things properly, he made it sound like a treasured partner with whom he needed to share vital information so they could be stronger together.
"This was well made," Takashi remarked as he worked. "Though, where real samurai armor panels were intricately worked metal plates, these panels are wood. Understandable, because a kabuki actor needs the appearance without the weight. However, the workmanship is just as skillful." He pulled out the katana and laid it gently on the table. Then he repeated his actions under the right arm and soon the wakizushi joined the katana.
Bowing respectfully, Takashi returned to his seat by his father at the Morinozuka table. The Emperor sat forward and picked up the katana, examining it carefully. Then he did the same with the wakizushi. He nodded to himself in satisfaction.
The room waited in tense anticipation for the Emperor's declaration. Eyes darted between the swords and the Fujiokas.
The Emperor laid the wakizushi back on the table. Then he stood up and lifted the katana reverently. "According to Shogun records, this is definitely the katana of Takashi Morinozuka." He touched the end of the hilt. "This is the seal of the Shogun." Then he pointed to symbols on the left and right sides of the guard. "These are the seals of the Haninozuka and Morinozuka clans. There was only one such weapon ever forged. After an incredibly brave and selfless act by Takashi Morinozuka, he was elevated to the head of Daimyo Haninozuka's samurai. The Shogun personally commissioned and presented these swords in commemoration of the samurai's bravery."
"Between the evidence submitted at the petition hearing and these swords, I am fully convinced that Ryoji and Haruhi Fujioka are the rightful heirs of the Fujioka Trust," the Emperor declared. "Now that…
Before the Emperor could continue, Kyoya burst into the room shouting, "Haruhi is mine and those fortunes belong to me." He had a crazed look in his eyes as he lunged for her. He was shocked to collide with a broad chest. Almost everyone was surprised at how quickly Takashi moved to intercept the third Otori son. Panting harshly through gritted teeth, Kyoya growled, "Get out of my way, Mori-senpai. She's mine!"
Quirking an unimpressed eyebrow, Takashi replied blandly, "For the last time, Haruhi is not a possession." Raising his voice for the whole room to hear, he continued, "You will meet me in the Ouran dojo tomorrow afternoon. You have been warned about this behavior multiple times, now you will receive instruction in proper manners."
Yuuichi paled as he realized what his youngest brother had done. He had just crossed two…no, wait…three very powerful families. Then he saw the Emperor's expression. "Great, make that four," he mused mirthlessly as he rubbed his forehead.
Everyone could hear the steel in the Emperor's voice as he spoke. "This is deplorable behavior, even for a third son." He gestured for security. "Escort him to the seat next to his brother and ensure that he remains there until these proceedings are complete. Then I will deal with him."
Turning to his son, the Emperor said, "Please have a priest and court clerk brought here as soon as possible." While those tasks were being attended to, the Emperor addressed the enclave. "As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, now that the heir of the Fujioka Trust has been found, there are certain obligations to be met."
Smiling, he gestured for Takashi and Haruhi to step forward. "One of those obligations is an unfulfilled betrothal contract. In this case, the families have already seen to that." The couple bowed respectfully as their fathers came forward to stand on either side of them in a show of support.
"I am calling a twenty-minute recess while we await the arrival of the priest and court clerk," the Emperor declared. "I wish to speak to the Fujioka, Morinozuka, and Haninozuka families in private. Feel free to move around and talk…except for you, Kyoya Otori."
The Haninozukas joined the others as the Emperor led them to a small private room. Settling into a chair, he gestured for the others to have a seat. Takashi and Haruhi sat on a sofa facing the Emperor. Their fathers claimed the sofa on Haruhi's side while Mitsukuni and his father took the one on Takashi's side.
Leaning back and steepling his fingers, the Emperor began, "I realize that Takashi will be graduating soon, but Haruhi has two more years of school after that. While I hesitate to suggest such a young marriage, I believe it is in their best interests for protection."
Akira snorted mirthlessly. "As we saw with young Otori tonight. Who knows how many greedy men will try to take Haruhi against her will in order to get at her fortunes?"
Takashi stiffened at the implications and Haruhi laid a hand on his arm. He placed a hand over hers, relaxed slightly, and smiled gently. "Given things that have happened the past few months," Haruhi began, looking around the room. "We discussed a number of potential scenarios, including marrying sooner rather than later."
"We know that marrying before we finish school is not ideal, but we also realize that it may be the…safest option," Takashi added.
The couple gazed into one another's eyes, holding a silent conversation while their fathers discussed the issue with the Emperor.
When the conversation died down, Mitsukuni asked, "So where are the two of you going to live? I mean, you have the Morinozuka, Sawayama, and Kawamura estates to choose from."
"Actually," Haruhi replied, "I have an idea about that, but I want Takashi's opinion." She pulled the map out of her pocket that showed the apartment buildings she was in the process of buying. She folded out the sides to reveal more of the surrounding area. On the map, she had marked the locations of the three estates and the Fujioka Trust property.
Tapping a spot in the center of those four points, she said, "This apartment complex is my ultimate goal to purchase. It is equidistant from each of the four properties. Though currently occupied, it is old and falling into disrepair. After the new apartments are ready, I will offer the residents an opportunity to move there. Then I plan to have a small house built with surrounding lawn, gardens, and outbuildings."
Ryoji looked at the map. "Wait a minute. Isn't that our apartment complex?"
Grinning, Haruhi admitted, "Yes, it is. Don't worry, it will take two or three years to get through all of the contract negotiations and construction."
"That's all well and good," Yorihisa commented. "Where will you two be living now?"
"Though we know the idea is to make our marriage official now, we plan to wait…" Takashi blushed lightly before continuing, "…to consummate our union. That will prevent any untimely pregnancy from interfering with Haruhi's schooling."
Ryoji looked at his daughter. "Do you agree with this plan?"
"Yes, Dad," she replied with a smile. "We discussed this possibility and we agreed that we would both be busy with schooling and business during those years. We will see each other regularly. However, we ask that you all would help us by supervising our time together. Teenage raging hormones and all that." She laughed at the embarrassed looks on their fathers' faces.
"I'll help too," Mitsukuni offered. "We can probably get Yasuchika and Satoshi in on it as well."
"My wife and Takashi's mother will be more than happy to help," Akira assured them. "I am sure they will also appreciate the time to plan the wedding ceremony and reception for a public celebration."
There was a tap on the door before the Emperor's son opened it. "The priest and court clerk are here."
"Then let us finish the business of the evening so we can get on with our weekend plans," the Emperor commented as he rose and headed out the door. Gesturing to Takashi and Haruhi, he continued, "The priest will give you two instructions while everything else is being prepared."
Takashi offered a hand to his betrothed and she took it with a nervous smile. Taking a deep breath, Haruhi said, "Well, here we go to take the leap."
"Don't worry, I'll catch you," he murmured in her ear before leading her to the waiting priest.
The Emperor motioned for a security officer. "Please ask the Suoh and Otori heirs to come here."
He nodded and went to fulfill the request. He returned a few moments later leading the two men. Their expressions were confused as they bowed respectfully to the Emperor.
"You two will act as the official witnesses for the ceremony," the Emperor declared.
"Why us?" Yuzuru asked, tilting his head to one side. "There are plenty of others here that could do it." Yuuichi nodded in agreement.
Fixing them with a piercing look, the Emperor said, "You, Mr. Suoh, are in the unique position as the head of Ouran to deal with any issues that may arise when other students find out about their marriage."
"Of…of course," Yuzuru replied with a gulp. "Tamaki is not going to be happy about this," he thought nervously.
"And you, Mr. Otori," the Emperor continued, "Have the dubious honor of dealing with your father and your youngest brother. You seem to have a level head on your shoulders, and I expect you are the one most likely to make them see reason."
Yuuichi simply nodded in acceptance. He could hear Kyoya growling threats and the chair legs scraping against the floor as security guards held him in place. "I shall do my best with Kyoya. Father is still awaiting sentencing in America. The lawyers anticipate that he will get ten years, unless he keeps offending the judge—then it could be another ten years for repeated contempt of court," he sighed in resignation.
While the Emperor was talking to Yuzuru and Yuuichi, some of the security guards had re-arranged the chairs and tables. The table where Ryoji and Haruhi had been sitting was moved to one side and the court clerk had set it up with his documents and pens. The priest's book was placed on the Emperor's table while all the others had been pushed back against the walls.
Once everything else was settled, Kyoya's chair was placed in the back, behind everyone else. Security guards stood on either side of him. When he started to speak again, the Emperor fixed him with a stare that conveyed the message Kyoya would disappear without a trace if he invoked the Emperor's anger.
At that moment, the priest called for everyone to gather for the ceremony. He stood in front of the Emperor's table and motioned for Takashi and Haruhi to stand in front of him. The court clerk's table was on the priest's right, and he directed Yuzuru and Yuuichi to stand on that side. Ryoji and Akira were directed to the priest's left. When Yorihisa and Mitsukuni joined them, the priest just shrugged. The Emperor and his son sat in the front row and motioned for the others to get settled.
Picking up his book, the priest began, "We gather together today to fulfill an age-old betrothal contract. But this is not a burden, as the parties have already committed to intertwining their futures…"
As the priest continued his elaborate, eloquent speech, Haruhi looked deeply into Takashi's eyes. There was humor in her expression as her eyes seemed to convey, "He reminds me of Tamaki." The small crinkle at the corners of Takashi's eyes answered, "I agree."
"…future together, do you have rings to symbolize your union?" the priest asked as Takashi and Haruhi returned their attention to the officiant. Before either could respond, Mitsukuni stepped forward with a smirk on his face and a hand in his pocket. He pulled out a small box and handed it to the priest.
Takashi's brows drew together slightly in a hint of a scowl. The unspoken message was, "We will discuss your invasion of my room later." His cousin just grinned impishly as he stepped back to his place.
The priest opened the box and pulled out two rings, handing one to Haruhi and the other to Takashi. While the priest waxed eloquently about the symbolism of the rings, Haruhi stared at the small gold band in her hand. Takashi held the ring between his thumb and index finger, contemplating a future together with his betrothed.
"Please place the rings on each other's hands," the priest directed. As Haruhi slipped the ring on Takashi's finger, she smiled up at him lovingly. Takashi's eyes never left hers as he placed the ring on her finger and then kissed it lightly. The officiant continued, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." Ryoji immediately burst into tears and sighed, "My baby girl is all grown up."
Takashi smirked as he lifted Haruhi onto his right forearm and pulled her close to kiss her lightly. Haruhi wanted to protest how short it was, but she knew that her new husband was not fond of public displays of affection. She cupped his cheek and looked deeply into his eyes, silently promising a more passionate kiss later.
The court clerk called for their attention to sign the marriage certificate, so Takashi set his new wife gently on her feet. They each signed dutifully and then stepped aside for the witnesses.
While Yuzuru and Yuuichi were signing, the Emperor and this son stepped forward to congratulate the couple on their new life together. "We wish you both the best," the Emperor said before kissing Haruhi's cheek and shaking Takashi's hand.
Ryoji wrapped his arms around Haruhi and squealed, "Your mother would be sooo proud of you!" She hugged him back just as tightly until he wheezed, "Need to breathe."
Laughing, Haruhi released him after kissing his cheek. "I love you too, Dad." She moved back to take Takashi's hand.
Akira placed a hand on Ryoji's shoulder. "My wife insisted that I invite you and your daughter home for dinner with the families after the enclave this evening." He paused and then added, "Given the outcome, I think a celebration is definitely in order."
"Of course, we would love to," Ryoji replied. "We have so much to discuss about planning the public ceremony in a few years."
While the fathers were talking, Mitsukuni slipped up between his cousin and new wife. Smirking, he said, "You do realize that you two will need to have at least four kids—one heir each for the Morinozuka, Kawamura, Sawayama, and Fujioka families."
Takashi and Haruhi blushed brightly as they followed their fathers to the waiting cars.
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