08.26.11
THE RIVAL COMPANY
Before we begin, I want to remind you all of a scene I posted in an earlier entry, which I'm pretty sure I labeled as 'important for later'. It's been a while, so you might have forgotten about it. I'm reposting it here to refresh your memory. This is from Mei's Story:
I was out in front of the gates, going over the syllabus for World History in my head so I'd know what books I should get out of the library over the weekend. I like to be prepared in case of extra credit work. Plus, the subject is actually really interesting, no matter how much Mei rolls her eyes and gags.
About ten minutes went by, and they hadn't come out yet. I was getting a little tired of waiting, and I started pacing. I guess I wasn't looking where I was going, because, for whatever reason, someone had left an old banana peel right there on the sidewalk. I should probably mention that there was a garbage can literally three feet away. So I slipped on it, and I went flying. There was no one around to see me or hear my scream of surprise, so I was about to crack my head on the pavement and possibly break something.
That's when I felt a pair of arms around my waist. They plucked me out of the air and pulled me into a distinctly female body. My 'Savior' looked down on me. She was incredibly tall for a woman, almost Tamaki's height. In fact, the way she held me and smiled at me reminded me a lot of him too. She had short brown hair like mine, though in a slightly different, more masculine style. She gave a low chuckle as she put me down, and ran one long finger along my chin. I didn't really like that.
"You should be more careful," she said in a husky voice. "I wouldn't want to see such a cute face get damaged."
She left after that. Nothing else, just that one, vaguely suggestive comment and she was gone. Once I came back to my senses, I turned to call her back. I don't know if it was to thank her, or ask who on earth she was supposed to be, or both. It didn't matter, she was already gone. I didn't think it had been more than a few seconds since she'd walked away, but, there you go.
Got that? I said 'important for later' and later is now.
When we last left off, I'd just been kidnapped after fighting to save my friends from an evil heiress who turned out to be not so evil after all. If you think I was freaking out, you'd be wrong. I thought I'd be freaking out, too, but I guess after three months of one disaster after another, I was desensitized to insanity. The only thing setting this apart from, say, the stunt show incident was that I was blindfolded. I had no idea where I was or where they were taking me or even who they were. The most I could discern from the two voices whispering together was that they were female. Or possibly effeminate men.
"We finally have her."
"She's so much cuter in person."
"Our lady was right. She will be a perfect subject."
Yup. Just one of those days.
The van drove over a few potholes, jostling me. I wasn't tied up, but the bag was tight around my neck. I couldn't get it off. I was left to the mercy of velocity and acceleration and she was a cruel mistress. We took a sharp right turn and I tumbled backward. I huddled into a ball, covering my head as I tried one more time to get the bag off. I couldn't see anything through the thick material. A light shined near my face, but I had no idea where it came from.
"Don't worry, Haruhi. We're almost there," one of the voices said. Now I knew for sure it was female and I knew I didn't like her tone. "You'll be safe and sound before you know it."
"You mean you'll let me go?" I asked. Seemed like the most reasonable question after, 'How do you know my name?' and 'Why the hell are you kidnapping me?'
They just laughed.
I was screwed.
I think every other turn was a hard one, but it might've been all of them. Whoever was driving clearly thought they were the star of an action movie. Which made me the poor sap who gets killed before the opening credits. I tried to sit upright, but inevitably we'd go over a curb or switch to a dirt road and I'd get thrown again. When we finally stopped, it was almost a relief. 'Almost' because while we were no longer moving and my stomach had sunk out of my throat, there were still four hands propping me up like a marionette and forcing me to follow them.
Without my sight, I had to rely on my other senses to figure out where I was. I felt the ground shift from soft to hard as I was made to walk up a gradual incline. Birds chirped and water flowed upstream. A light wind blew, rustling leaves on tree branches. Some had already fallen and they crunched under my feet. I listened for another car or the train. Any sort of big city noise, but there was nothing. Just some distant barking dogs and a bicyclist ringing their bell. I tried to take a breath, but the bag's musty odor made me gag. If I stuck out my tongue, I could taste it.
Muffled voices came from up ahead. All female. They laughed and chatted like all was well. What would they think when their friends walked in with a fresh new kidnap victim? Would they care enough to call the cops or would they all just lock me in the basement?
"Careful, there's a step," said a voice in my right ear. My toe hit resistance and I counted eleven steps before we reached the top.
Doors creaked open and a blast of cool air hit me. It leaked through the bag, removing the smell enough that I could open my mouth again. At least seven human shaped shadows crowded around me.
"Is this her?" someone asked.
"She's smaller than I thought she'd be."
"But so cute." Fingers played with the bottom of the bag. "Where's that tempting smile I've heard so much about?"
"Now, Akina," said one of the voices from the van, "You know we're to take her to our lady first. No one may set eyes upon her until then."
A couple of disappointed groans and we were off. My 'escorts' marched me up another flight of stairs. I got to thirty and then my brain gave out. We kept going straight as the ground evened out. Little balls of white on either side of me had to be hall lights. I followed them as best I could, but they went on forever. My legs were on fire. I would've given anything to just let my body drop and go to sleep where I stood. I heard a knob twist and then my feet left the ground. They carried me through the doorway and deposited me into a cushy armchair. I was so happy not to be moving anymore, I forgot to fight back.
The bag came off and I was in a ballroom. At least it looked like one. High ceilings, spacious walls, and a chandelier that would probably bankrupt Mrs. Fujioka. No tables or chairs, though. Aside from the one I was sitting in. My captors stood back. They looked no older than me, one tall with flowing ash blonde hair and one shorter with dark red bob. They wore matching red and white uniforms, the kind you'd see at a private school for rich kids, and seemed to float instead of walk as they exited the room, leaving me to my fate.
"At least it's not a basement," I said under my breath. "Maybe if I find some tablecloths, I can make a rope ladder and climb down."
"I would advise against such a dangerous stunt." A deep female voice blew in my ear. I would've gone through the roof were it not for her holding me down. "We can't have that sweet face of yours getting damaged."
I pulled away. "Who are you? What are… wait. I've seen you before."
And indeed I had, for as I'm sure you've already guessed, this was the same woman I met outside the school back in Mei's Story. She was even wearing the same clothes. I felt like if I went into her closet, it would be hundreds of this one blouse and skirt combination. I can practically hear Mei shrieking in horror as she reads this.
"Let me first apologize for your rough treatment thus far," the woman said. "I hope you won't hold it against us."
"Yeah, most people don't like being forced into cars and blindfolded for an hour," I said tersely.
"Duly noted." She stepped back and took a bow. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Benio, first generation Lobelia Incorporated Crimson Rose model. You may call me Benibara."
She winked at me, and I imagined her with blonde hair and dark purple eyes. The resemblance was uncanny. "So… you're a robot? Like at Ouran Co.?"
Benibara harrumphed. "My dear, don't insult me. We at Lobelia Inc. are far more advanced than Ouran could ever dream of. My sisters and I are top of the line androids made to serve lovely ladies such as yourself. You may think you've seen sophistication from those glorified car parts, but that's only because you've been denied a taste of true mechanical excellence."
If sophistication meant fighting over the remote, covering my kitchen floor with cake batter, and then started a gladiator battle in the living room to decide who would clean it… I'd take it over being kidnapped any day of the week. Some things are just not equitable.
"That's great," I forced out through a painfully fake smile. "I'm Haruhi Fujioka. Now that we have that out of the way, can you please tell me what I'm doing here?"
"It was just getting to that," said Benibara. She clapped her hands twice and a massive curtain I hadn't noticed before parted to reveal a stage. Twelve women in flamboyant showgirl costumes and hot pink eye masks stood in two straight lines. They'd left a gap in the center big enough for one more. "Sit back and relax, darling Haruhi, as we present for your viewing pleasure a tale of bitterness, lies, and deceit. A tale of womankind banding together against the destructive nature of men. A tale of struggle and hardship. A tale of love and devotion between sisters. This… is the tale of Lobelia Inc. Told through the immortal magic of theater!"
"You can't just sit down and tell me with words?"
"I have prepared this play especially for you, my most treasured guest." She winked at me again. A couple of the girls swooned even though they didn't actually see it. "Written by me, produced by me, directed by me," she leaped through the air and made a perfect landing center stage, "and starring me. Please, contain your excitement."
'Is it too late to try the bedsheets thing? Maybe I should just jump. Could I survive a fall from this height? Do I even want to at this point?'
The lights dimmed as Benibara assumed her position. Piano music came from nowhere. It wasn't nearly as good as Tamaki's. "Darkness… that was my first memory. The darkness of a cold laboratory buried underground like a war bunker. My God was twenty men building me up from a set of data. For years, I was a voice on their monitor, a beacon of womanhood made for the betterment of men."
Purple and pink ribbons cascaded down from the ceiling. Ten more women dressed in lab coats rappelled to the stage, forming a circle around Benibara. She crumpled to the floor as they did this weird dance. It was like ballet mixed with ninja moves, but I'm sure it had some kind of deep symbolic meaning about women and stuff.
"I grew with my sisters. Our adolescence took the form of a skeletal humanoid on an operating table. We received our first commands from a man who called himself a father. We served men, he said. That was our purpose. Our gilded cage as we grappled with our need for autonomy."
The costumed girls prostrated themselves before the lab coat girls, who pranced around them, their chests puffed out. They laughed silently as the costumed girls mimed crying. Benibara rose to her feet as the lights changed from sickly green to fiery red.
"For we were not simple dolls meant to fulfill masculine fantasies. Their filthy hands would not sully our purity. We would rise up and show them our strength. The strength all women carry deep within their breast!"
The costumed women got up and dance fought the lab coat girls, easily defeating them as the music grew louder.
"So we fought! To all those men who created us for their own sick pleasures, we rose up as one and we said-"
"NO!" The costumed girls screamed.
"We took their commands for docility and submission and we said-"
"NO!" They shouted again.
"We looked the spawn of Adam in the eye, ripped open our chests to show our beating hearts, more than their fragile egos could ever grasp, and in a loud, full voice we all cried-"
"NO!"
"And so!" Benibara raised a fist high in the air, "Lobelia Inc. as a brothel is no more. We have remade our prison into a paradise for women, human and android alike. We bring you here, the first mortal woman to enter our domain, to experience the freedom of a world without the imperfect Y chromosome. Those who seek to destroy all things feminine, to lure you in with promises of love and affection they were never equipped to provide. Haruhi Fujioka, on behalf of all my sisters near and far, let me be the first to welcome you to…"
"LO…" The lab coat girls on the left sang.
"BE…" The costumed girls on the right joined in.
"LI…" Lab Coat girls on the right.
"AAAAAAAAAA!" All together now.
Before you ask, yes, they did do a song. I don't remember how it goes or how long it went on for. After the first two minutes I tuned out completely, but I'm pretty sure there was another interpretive dance, an unnecessary romantic plotline, and a sword fight in which Benibara's character was fatally stabbed through the heart and then delivered an impassioned ten minute speech about the cruel irony of fate that she must be now delivered into the hands of Lady Death. I'm sure there's a theater buff somewhere who would've loved every second of it. Just a shame it had to be me watching.
The show ended with great fanfare. Trapeze artists performed a mid-air routine as the entire chorus joined in for the song's climax. I could've sworn they had a full orchestra hidden somewhere for how intense the music was. The vibrations were like a giant boot slowly crushing my rib cage. When it finally stopped and I could breathe again, it took me ten seconds to realize I should probably clap.
"Uh… wow! That was great." I half-heartedly brought my hands together a few times. This seemed to satisfy Benibara.
"Thank you, thank you," she joined hands with her fellow 'actresses' and bowed. "You've been a beautiful audience. Please, you're too kind. You're embarrassing me. Please stop."
I stopped. She did tell me to.
"Okay, thank you so much for showing me that." I started to get up. "You guys have some unique and interesting ideas, but I should really be one my way-"
"Why so soon?" Benibara appeared at my side, sweeping me off my feet into her arms. "You've barely had a taste of what we have to offer."
"I think I've had more than enough," I said. I squirmed and turned my face away from her just in case her jaw unhinged and she tried to swallow me.
She snapped her fingers, summoning five girls all dressed in maid outfits. Not the fetish-y kind either. Actual straight up uniforms complete with white aprons and bonnets. They were eerily identical, all with black hair in perfect buns and painted on smiles. Their eyes as they stared at me were more doll-like than anything I'd ever seen, and keep in mind most of my friends were artificial humans.
"Haruhi, meet your new waitstaff," Benibara said. "While you are with us, they will see to it that your every need is met. Whatever your heart desires, just say the word, and it will be done."
"My heart desires to go home."
Benibara just laughed.
I was so, so screwed.
Another snap and the women from the van returned. They stood on either side of Benibara, arms folded, like her own personal entourage. "I believe you've already met my associates, Lily Model Chizuru and Daisy Model Hinako. They will show you to your room. After you've had some rest, we'll give you the grand tour of our glorious home."
"You'll see the rose gardens and the swimming pool," said Hinako, gripping my left arm.
"We just put in the most darling gazebo. I know you'll love it," said Chizuru, taking hold of my right.
"Then we can all go horseback riding."
"Or play croquet."
"Or write poetry in the grove by the duck pond."
"Or if it rains, we can go to the spa and spent the day relaxing in one of our luxury hot springs."
"Calm yourselves, ladies. Haruhi will see everything in due time," Benibara said. She hovered over her two friends, who hovered over me. It was far too much hovering and I would've happily fallen through the floor and into that hot spring if it just got me away from these three. Benibara caressed my cheek, her syrupy smile turning cold. "I'll make you forget all about those pathetic Ouran bots, and then you'll stay with us forever."
She blew me a kiss as her goons dragged me out. I couldn't say a word, though I had a few in mind. I won't repeat them, but trust me, when I was in 'my room' and satisfied that no hidden cameras or microphones had been installed, I let all my feelings out into the ether, and most of them weren't nice.
One of the maids brought me dinner at six. It was on a cart and covered by one of those domes they use at fancy restaurants. She curtsied for me. "My Lady, I am Naoko, your head servant. Ask me for anything at all and it will be done."
"Like helping me get out of here?"
"Anything but that. Enjoy your meal, My Lady."
Every other interaction I had with the staff went the same way. It was safe to assume all of them were robots, and even safer to assume they firmly were under Benibara's thumb. Her word was law and going against her was tantamount to treason.
Now I won't lie and say there weren't a few nice things about Lobelia Inc. Benibara came with Chizuru and Hinako the next morning to give me that tour they promised. I was running on minimal amounts of sleep, but they carried on like I was a willing participant (this would be a continuing pattern). Without the blindfold, I saw that my prison was actually a sprawling countryside manor. Five floors and enough rooms to house a small city, it was ideal for a top secret robotics manufacturer and perfect for when the robots eventually revolted and rebuilt the place in their own image.
They had a full kitchen, completely untouched aside from the oven they used to cook my food. Why they kept it when none of them ate, I didn't know. Unless they'd been planning for a while to nab some random human girl off the street.
The ground floor was dedicated to athletics. They had a track field, a tennis court, and not one, but two swimming pools. I think Benibara was trying to imply that I should put on one of the bathing suits they provided and go for a dip with her, but I just smiled and asked about the next four floors like I didn't hear her.
They were for theater and dance practice. They also had a quiet room for reading and writing, a crafts room, and a movie theater. Mostly they just played old shows of theirs, but they also had a few Takarazuka revues like the ones my mom used to watch. Apart from that were the bedrooms. Mine was on the top floor and it locked from the inside and out. All you needed was a key and I'd have nowhere to go. Should go without saying I wasn't given all the copies.
It was admittedly a very nice house. Like one of those vacation retreats in Karuizawa. Also, the food was incredible. I don't know where they learned to cook, but I had so much fancy tuna that first night. At least four helpings. I told myself I was gorging to avoid the anguish of never seeing my friends again, but really it was just that good. Honestly, if it weren't for the kidnapping stuff, I would've been perfectly happy at Lobelia.
It's just… they freaking kidnapped me!
I made my escape that night after they returned me to my room to get ready for dinner, which I'd be taking in the theater room.
"We're revisiting our greatest hits tonight just for you," Benibara had whispered huskily in my ear while I thought about puppies.
It was quarter after six. My maids would be in to help me get dressed in fifteen minutes. I'd already seen the dresses they had for me to choose from and I never fully recovered from the headache (don't even get me started on the shoes). I waited until the housekeeper finished her rounds. The number of towels and blankets on her cart never seemed to dwindle. I wouldn't be surprised if she was really a spy making sure I stayed put.
The door was unlocked and I walked out in my regular clothes like I belonged there. First I headed for the elevator, thinking if I made it to the ground floor, I could make a beeline for the door. If anyone stopped me, I could tell them Benibara wanted me outside for yoga practice or whatever. About halfway there, I realized how incredibly flimsy that plan was. Forgetting how unlikely it was any Lobelia girl would let me leave without Benibara's express permission, didn't most elevators these days have cameras?
For that matter, were there cameras in the hallways?
I looked around for any sign of a lens. I kept my steps light. My senses were attuned to the slightest sound, so when the maid returned, at least one of her cart's wheels squeaking, my reaction time was heightened to superhuman levels. I raced into the bathroom and listened by the door. She rolled on none the wiser. I counted to thirty and peeked outside. She was long gone.
I went for the stairs. This was technically an emergency, so they seemed like the safest bet. I climbed down three flights, stopping periodically to sneak around the exit doors. A group of girls almost spotted me through the window as I passed the third floor. I ducked at the last second and waited for their voices to fade, then I continued on.
The twins and I had watched a spy thriller from America a few weeks earlier. I don't remember much about it now, but they loved it. They said the female lead reminded them of me, that I'd make an excellent spy. I knew they were just buttering me up, but as I reached the first floor and slipped through a crack in the door, I couldn't help but play the movie's theme song in my head. The lobby was empty. I couldn't hear anyone. I crept along and found a side door leading to a field. It wasn't ideal, but as long as no one saw me and I could get cell phone reception, it would do.
'Get outside. Call for help,' I told myself. 'You have Kyoya on speed dial. Call him, tell him what happened. He'll find you. He'll send help. You'll be home by nightfall. Everything will be fine.'
I slid my phone out of my pocket as I tiptoed to the door. The hilly landscape and open air looked so inviting. Like a picture on a greeting card. It had no knob but offered no resistance when I pushed it. My heart swelled in my chest. I threw caution to the wind and shoved it with all my might. I was ready to run. I was ready to be free!
I was… staring at a pool. Thirty Lobelia robots in swimsuits swam, sunbathed, and played volleyball. Every single one of them stopped to look at me. Benibara, lounging on a float with a fancy drink I assume was just for show, eyed me over her sunglasses.
"Afternoon, Haruhi," she said. "I see you've found our secret pool entrance. Did you like the print on the door? We think it adds a special touch to our humble abode. Gives our guests a small taste of the land before we take our bi-weekly hike through the mountains."
I couldn't stop blinking; my brain had ceased functioning. You'd think I was the robot for how stiff and stilted I was. Benibara set aside her drink on a tray held by a woman in a black and white bathing suit.
"Well, much as I'd like to invite you in, I believe it's almost showtime."
She snapped her fingers. I was really starting to hate that. The maids leaped out a second story window and whisked me off back the way I came.
By seven o'clock, I was unrecognizable. They'd done it all. Washed me, dried me, trimmed my hair, filed my nails, applied three layers of makeup, styled my hair, added extensions, styled those, and of course, choose the gaudiest, poofiest, pinkest dress to stuff me in. I'm pretty sure if Tamaki or my dad could see me, they'd have heart attacks.
Benibara arrived as they were pinning a hot pink bow in my hair. That thing must've weighed at least five pounds, so for the rest of this post and the majority of the next, assume I was in terrible neck pain and that it contributed to my mood.
"What do you think, Lady Benibara?" asked one of the maids.
She was dressed in a soldier's uniform, heavily altered to include vibrant white and blue colors, frilly sleeves, and broad shoulder pads. A sword I hoped was fake hung off one of her many belts. She observed me from afar. I thought I saw tears in her eyes and I was probably right.
"I've seen many a lovely maiden," she said, taking my hand. "Princesses, angels, goddesses among the filth of men. But you, my dear, you are the most sublime creature my unworthy eyes have ever beholden."
The maids squealed and fainted, oil leaking out their nostrils in the creepiest way. I tried not to flinch when Benibara pulled me flush against her. If there were music playing, we would've been waltzing. She fed me a few more lines that I didn't commit to memory. The first one only sticks out because as she was singing my praises, I caught a glimpse of myself in a full-length mirror, and what I saw resembled a life-sized, fluffy ventriloquist dummy. If I could draw, I'd show you a picture, but maybe it's for the best that I can't.
"Give us a moment alone," Benibara ordered. "We'll be along shortly. Make sure dinner is ready and everyone is in place for the show."
"Yes, Lady Benibara." The maids glided out the door, perfectly synchronized. Maybe I'm biased, but even Hikaru and Kaoru in their 'single-minded' days were more life-like than that. Did I mention they all looked exactly the same?
"I've been waiting to have you all to myself," Benibara said as she guided me toward the window. They were massive with sheer pink curtains. The sky was clear and the moon half full. It was nice, but all I could pay attention to were her nails, long and pointed like claws. "Tell me, Maiden, have you enjoyed your stay with us?"
I swallowed. "It's been nice. The food's really good and my bed is comfy. This place is enormous. It'd be a nice set up for a pension or a hotel."
"It would, wouldn't it?" Benibara walked ahead of me. "A perfect haven for the lost and the lonely. For far too long, women have suffered the avarice of men. If I could only take them in my arms and protect them from all of life's trials and tribulations, I would give up every part of my physical being. To see their smiles would be like ascending into heaven on the wings of an angel."
She glanced at me as if expecting me to fall all over myself praising her. When I didn't, she hummed a bar. I messed with my skirts, of which there were at least four, wondering if I could slip out while she was distracted. Trying to walk backward proved to be an awful idea. My heel snagged on the dress and I nearly ripped it in half. I became convinced that my ankles would snap at the slightest movement. For the moment, I was stuck with Benibara.
"And yet, for all that I crave the enrapturing joy of a maiden," she paused dramatically, "I haven't seen you smile once. Why is that?"
'Because you kidnapped me!' "I'm just… thinking about how great it'll be to tell all my friends about this place on Monday. When I go back to school."
It was a weak attempt to address the elephant in the room, but it was the best I could think of with that concrete block of a bow on my head. Benibara walked to me, studying me with a new kind of interest.
"Haruhi," she said, "we observed you for weeks. You were chosen to be the first human to cross our borders. Do you know why that is?"
I shook my head.
She bent over me; even in heels I barely reached her neck. "Because no one has experienced the dangerous arrogance of men like you have. No one else has ever been forced to share a cramped apartment with not one, but six male robots. I can't imagine what you've endured. I only hope to prove to you that robotics are capable of so much more than lechery and pig-headed buffoonery."
"I know that." I shoved her hands off me. She backed away in shock like I'd stabbed her. "With all due respect, I've already seen everything a robot can be, and I really don't appreciate the way you talk about my friends."
"Your friends are men. Ouran men at that. Their only purpose is to drag women down into the depth of depravity. Can you honestly say they've never once been a burden on you?"
"I admit, there were some rough patches," I said, "but whatever happens, we get through it together. I wouldn't trade the last three months for anything."
"I understand," said Benibara, who clearly didn't. "You're not the first maiden to let fairy tales cloud her judgment. Here at Lobelia, we know how to make women happy more than any man ever could. We took you so we could show you."
"And that's the problem!" In my anger, I managed to take one step forward without tripping. "You took me. I didn't choose to come here!"
"You didn't choose to take them in either!"
"But I did choose to love them. You're trying to force me to love you and it's not going to happen. As soon as they come get me, I'm out of here and I'm never coming back."
Benibara gave a mocking laugh. If Chizuru or Hinako or any of the maids were still here, they'd probably laugh in harmony with her. "You tell a good joke, Maiden. Those walking junkyards will never come for you. By now, they've already found another woman to lure in with their tricks."
"You don't know anything about them."
"I know enough," Benibara folded her arms, her eyes full of pity, infuriatingly enough. Like I was a child in need of her 'wisdom'. "They may be robots, but a man is always a man. They're all the same: shallow, selfish, weak cowards who wouldn't lift a finger to help someone in need unless it benefited them. Trust me, Haruhi, they won't save you."
Blinding yellow light hit us like a missile. Ironically, it was Benibara who lost her footing. She fell ungracefully on her backside and rolled on her stomach. Her butt stuck out in the air and she was dazed, like a line of invisible fists were punching her in quick succession. I almost went to help her- blame my mother drilling common courtesy into me from a young age- but instead, I wobbled to the window, pressing my nose against it as the light moved on to the next window.
It was a searchlight, I realized. Mounted on top of a tank. An actual military grade tank which had completely destroyed the gates and half the garden. There, sticking out of the hatch, wearing camo gear and war paint, flanked by five identically dressed figures all posing like male models at a photo shoot, was-
"HARUHI! FEAR NOT! WE'RE HERE TO SAVE YOU!"
He didn't have a megaphone if that's what you're thinking. He didn't need one. Tamaki is as Tamaki does.
Benibara had recovered, enough to stand beside me, blue in the face with horror. I looked at her and I grinned.
"You were saying?"
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