Hello, I know that it has been a long time my friends, but here I am. After a few weeks in Japan, I've been inspired by some plums of mine to continue this fic. I hope you enjoy this, and I will try to get a few more chapters out before the summers reaches an end.

Enjoy!

Chapter 20

Areily sat at the bleachers at the kendo tournament, watching Takashi. He was winning, naturally, and there was only the final round left. She smiled. Areily found out that she really enjoyed seeing Takashi fight. It was actually real hot, seeing him sweat, every muscle in his body straining, his adrenaline pumping through his body. Hot.

Before she knew it, the match was over and Takashi had won. He went to go collect his trophy: a large, golden one. Areily waited until he was done taking pictures with some old men in suits before she jumped out of the stands and ran towards him. He saw her coming and opened his arms wide. She jumped into his arms, giving him a big hug.

"You were wonderful, baby," Areily told him.

"Yeah?" Takashi asked as he tightly wrapped his arm around her.

"Yeah," She replied. They kissed. "Go change and shower." Takashi nodded his head. He was pretty sweaty. He gave her one last peck on the lips before going back to the locker rooms. Areily went to sit at a bench to wait for him. As soon as she sat down, her phone starting ringing. It was Shay.

"Hello?" Areily answered.

"Hey, where you at?" Shay asked. On the other side of the line, Shay was at the kitchen back home. She was mixing a large bowl of chocolate cupcake mix with chopped up strawberries. Beside her on the kitchen island was a white, chiffon shirt that had a huge purple stain on it.

"I'm at Takashi's tournament t. He won by the way. First place," Areily informed her.

"Of course he won, he's like eight stories tall," Shay replied. "Anyway, listen, do you know how to get rid of grape juice from chiffon? "

"What did you do?" Areily asked. She looked at her nails. They were painted a deep blue, almost black, from yesterday. They were already starting to chip off.

"You know Harley's white chiffon shirt, the one that really loose that she usually wear with her tight black skirt?" Shay said. Areily sighed.

"What did you do?" Areily repeated.

"Well, I like to wear that shirt sometimes as a dress, and I thought it would wear today because Mitsukuni invited me to go out with him," Shay continued to babble on. Areily decided to stay silent until Shay was done. "So I wanted to go make some cupcakes for us, but I wasn't gonna go and try to bake with the shirt on. I'm not stupid." God, Areily wished that she could get to the point.

"So I put the dress on the kitchen island, but I got thirsty so I pulled out some grape juice. I put it on the table but of course I set it on the other side so it won't be too close to the shirt. Then I go to get a cup, but you assholes put the cups on top fucking shelf so I go to get a chair and whoops! I fall knocking over the juice and it splashed the shirt before I got to save it."

"Whatever you do, don't put it in the washing machine," Areily instructed her. There was a dead silence on the other side of the line. Areily sighed, rolled her eyes, and hung up.

"Fuck," Shay mumbled as she put down her phone. Harley was going to fucking kill her once she came home. 'Well the only thing to do is to bury the evidence,' Shay thought. She looked at the bowl of cupcake mix. 'I better finish that first.' She went and scooped the mix into a cupcake pan lined with cupcake wrappers. Once they were in the oven, she went outside to the backyard with a shovel and the shirt. After she made sure that the chiffon clothing was buried tightly beneath three feet of dirt, Shay pulled out a white ceramic plated, used it as a makeshift tombstone, and wrote, in sharpie, 'Here Lies Harley's Intelligence.'

"Well, looks like I have to wear a different dress," Shay mumbled as she went back to her cupcakes.

…

Areily waited for Mori in his car while he washed up in the locker room. A few moments later, the tall teenaged boy entered the vehicle. Areily handed him a water bottle.

"Thanks," he said. He sat beside her and took her hand in his. There was silence as the driver started the car and began to drive. Areily began to fidget slightly. Takashi frowned. He rubbed her hand slightly, and she turned to look at her.

"What ?" he grunted. She frowned and shook her head. He sighed. They drove on for a while longer before Areily sighed as well.

"What if they don't like me?" it was barely a whisper. He shook his head.

"They will," Takashi said as he grabbed her hand again. He placed a kiss on her lips. 'Why wouldn't they?'

Areily calmed down a bit. But she couldn't ignore the fact that she was terrified about embarrassing herself in front of Mori's parents.

…

Harley had returned to her home with Kyoya. He apparently had his laptop with him and was working in her living room. She stood in the kitchen surveying the food in the cabinets. She wondered what she should make for dinner. She knew that Areily would not be joining them, but would any of the boys come?

"Don't worry about dinner," Kyoya said. He continued to type away on his computer. Harley sighed and went to the couch. She flopped over the couch upside down with her feet sticking in the air.

"Why?" she asked.

"Just trust me," Kyoya stated. She grunted, and flipped over onto her feet.

"Whatchaya doing?" Harley cooed as she tried to read what was on Kyoya's screen. He had just received a new email from his father.

"Could you not do that?" he glared at her as he lowered the screen of his laptop. Harley frowned. "I don't have time to play games right now."

"Oh, sorry," she grumbled as she fled back to the kitchen. Kyoya sighed and returned to his work.

…

Rose tried to figure out where the day had gone wrong. Maybe it started with agreeing to go out on a double date with her twin sister and (kinda) boyfriend and his twin brother. Or maybe it was when she and Violet decided it would be cute and quirky if they taught Hikaru and Kaoru how to hotwire a car. Or maybe it was when the cops found them trying to hotwire a car. Or maybe, just maybe, it was when she woke up in the morning and decided that two pigtails were going to look good with her new short blonde hair.

"You get one phone call each," the police officer told them as he slide close the door to the holding cell.

"Holy shit," Rose said as she sat down on the dirty bench. Looks like it was a bad day to wear a white dress.

"So this is what a commoner's prison looks like," Hikaru noted with slight disgust.

"Who should we call?" Kaoru asked as he scanned the contact list of his cell phone. The cop had forgotten to take it from him. Rose decided not to mention that they could always just use their own cell phones to call an unlimited amount of people.

"Harley," Violet said at the same time that Hikaru said: "Kyoya."

A moment later, both Violet and Hikaru reentered the cell from the police station payphone.

"They didn't answer," Hikaru said as he slumped down.

"Idiots," Violet grumbled. "What could they possibly be doing at-"she checked her watch "-6:52 PM?"

"Who should we call now?" Kaoru asked.

"Well, there is one person," Rose said.

~Half an Hour Later~

"DADDY IS SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU MISCHIEVIOUS, MISBEHAVING TWINS!" Tamaki scolded loudly as he escorted them out of the police station. Apparently, having an obnoxious amount of money allowed you to bail out four teenagers while still being a teenager yourself. "WHY CAN'T YOU BE AS WELL BEHAVED AS DADDY'S DARLING HARUHI?" As he spoke, he gestured dramatically towards Haruhi who was waiting by the limo.

"Senpai, you don't have to yell," Haruhi said. She looked so cute in a simple pink dress, grey sweater, and pink scandals with a strawberry clip in her hair. Earlier that day it had taken nearly thirty minutes to get Tamaki to stop crying about how cute she was. "And I thought we got over the whole father/daughter thing."

No one was listening to her because all four of the twins were hugging her.

"SO CUTE~!" They chorused. A sweat drop appeared over Haruhi's forehead.

"GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU NAUGHTY DOPPERGANGERS!"

…

'I'm terrified,' Areily thought as the limo pulled into the Morinozuka Residence. Takashi gripped her hand again and gave her a small smile. She returned it. After the car drove past beautiful gardens, it finally stopped in front of the main entrance.

A pretty woman stood there with two maids behind her. She was tall and thin, about the same height as Areily. Her dark hair was twisted into a bun, framed by blue flowers, and was dressed in a formal blue kimono. She looked like she could be in her late forties.

'Oh my god, it's his mom,' Areily thought as her and Mori exited the car. The woman bowed formally to them. The two teenagers bowed as well.

"Good Afternoon, Mother," Mori greeted.

"Good Afternoon, Takashi," the woman said. "You must be Areily-san. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Morinozuka Hoshi, Takashi's mother."

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Morinozuka-sama," Areily spoke in her soft voice.

"Please call me Hoshi," his mother said.

"Thank you Hoshi-sama," his girlfriend replied. They began to enter their home. Mori watched as they interacted. He had told his mother quite a lot about Areily (although he never mentioned the blue hair). They entered the foyer where Satoshi was waiting for them.

"Hello! It's nice to meet you! I'm Satoshi, Takashi's brother," Satoshi greeted in choppy English dressed in casual street clothing like Mori. . He had been trying to improve his English ever since Chika decided he wanted to visit Australia. He was very excited when Takashi told him that Areily was an American.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Satoshi-sama," Areily bowed again, but Satoshi shook her head vigorously instead. The boy looked like a shrunken version of Takashi, yet he was still taller than her.

"Let us go to the dining room," Hoshi stated firmly. She led the three towards one of the many dining rooms in the estate. Like the rest of the mansion, the room was also in a traditional Japanese style with bamboo flooring and sliding doors. In the center of the room was a low standing table with five seat cushions and five places set at the table. A man was already seated at the head of the table. He was dressed in a formal grey yukata. He looked close to his early fifties, and resembled Takashi and Satoshi strongly.

"Father, this is my friend, Areily Madison. Areily this is my father, Morinozuka Akira," Mori said as he bowed towards his father. Areily followed his lead.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Morinozuka-sama," her soft voice caused the older man to look up. His grey eyes analyze the girl in front of him. She was a bit thin however that could be remedied. Her features were pleasant yet not too ostentatious. The hair color would definitely have to go. Akira nodded his head in greeting.

The all sat down at the table. Hoshi at the end, with Satoshi on the left side. Areily and Takashi both sat at the right side. The servants arrived to serve dinner. Throughout the meal, Satoshi was the most talkative, and pestered Areily with multiple questions. After a while, Takashi shot his younger brother a look which caused him to shut up. Hoshi took her time interrogating the blue haired girl.

"So, Areily-san, what are your plans after completing your school?" Hoshi asked when the dessert came out.

"Oh, I wish to become a writer," Areily replied, trying to ignore Takashi's left hand that was resting stubbornly on her knee. Hoshi nodded approvingly.

"Such a lovely choice, isn't Akira?" His mother said.

"Hm," was all the father had to say. 'The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree,' Areily thought.

"Do you fight?" Satoshi suddenly asked. Takashi jaw tightened, and Areily looked confused.

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Like Kendo? Or Karate, Tae Kwon Do, Judo?" Satoshi continued.

"Well, I've never done any of those, but my friend Harley and I have done kick boxing and mixed martial arts back in the states," Areily said. "Although, we haven't been able to done so since we've gotten to Japan a few months ago."

"Well, you're always welcome to use any of the Morinozuka dojos," Hoshi told her. Areily bowed her head and thanked the woman. Once dessert was over, Takashi was more than happy to usher his girlfriend away from his family and back into his limo. He would return later that night after dropping Areily off at her home (and getting a few kisses as well).

Akira Morinozuka and his wife Hoshi sat in the main parlor drinking tea. Satoshi had returned to his room, probably to call Chika and tell him about his brother's girlfriend.

Akira lifted the cup of tea to his lips as Hoshi began to speak.

"She's beautiful, polite, well educated, healthy," his wife spoke. "And it won't be hard to teach her martial arts since she has some sort of background. And her career choice is admirable." Hoshi took a sip of her tea before speaking again. "And being a writer won't overshadow Takashi's career or the family company. It can also be done at home which will be convenient once she has the children."

"The hair?" Akira Morinozuka said his first words of the night.

"She'll grow out of it," Hoshi assured. "A fad like that will fade away in her earlier twenties, in time for the wedding photos."

"I suppose," Akira responded. He had finished his cup of tea and set it down onto the table. "But if a more suitable bride comes along, that will take priority." Hoshi placed her cup firmly on the table.

"I must remind you that Takashi's happiness will always be my priority?" Hoshi spoke smoothly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Unless you can find a girl who makes him happier than this one, then there are no more suitable brides, Akira."

"I suppose," Akira repeated. Hoshi smiled, and began to place the empty tea cups back onto the tray.

…

Two Hours Earlier (Approximately 6:52 PM)

Kyoya finally shut down his laptop. He had completed the assignments that his father had sent him. He turned around to look for a specific curly haired girl however the door to the kitchen was firmly shut. He got up off the couch and went towards said door. He was not expected the sight that he was greeted with.

Every counter space in the kitchen was covered with some sort of pastry or cake. Cakes, pies, cupcakes, muffins, éclairs, Danishes, cookies, brownies, strudel, croissants, and donuts consumed the kitchen. The rest of the room was empty. Kyoya frowned. He went to the pantry door which wasn't anything but a glorified closet and opened it. Sitting in the center of it was a wide eyed Harley dressed in a flour-covered frilly green and white polka dotted apron on top of her sweatpants and t-shirt.

"What the hell, Harley?" Kyoya asked as he held his hand to his temple. He could feel a migraine coming along.

"W-well um," Harley stuttered, looking away from him. "You seemed tense and a bit mad. Usually, when David gets mad, I go make him pie, but I didn't know what you would like. And when my dad gets mad, I usually go hide." Kyoya's featured soften and realization dawned upon him. After living with her father and brother, two very explosive and unpredictable people, this was her naturally reaction to other men's negative emotions. He sighed again and helped Harley back onto her feet.

"You really are an interesting girl," Kyoya said. They sat down at the kitchen table (although it was covered in cakes and muffins).

"So you're not mad?" Harley asked, looking up at him with her pretty green eyes.

"No, of course." Yes, he was a bit agitated earlier, but it wasn't because of her. And why was she reacting so extremely towards his mild annoyance? She had seen him annoyed before, so why was this time different?

"I'm sorry, I know that this was an overreaction, but I didn't really know what to do!" Harley exclaimed. "Grandma said that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but Areily said that have a boyfriend is like having a really, really good friend that you can kiss and stuff, but I've never had a boyfriend and you were the first person I've ever kissed and I don't know what the stuff, like I've watched stuff before, but I still don't know how to do them, and I want to be a good girlfriend, and I don't want to make you mad, but I don't really know how to be a good one, and whenever daddy got mad he would throw things, and I don't want you to start throwing things because then you'll hurt your shoulders, and-"

Kyoya silenced her by sealing her lips with a kiss. In the entire world, he had found one of the most oblivious, dense, and more caring girls. Harley quickly melted into the kiss, allowing her hands to roam through his dark hair as he pulled her closer. When they pulled apart, Kyoya whispered into her ears:

"You really are crazy." Harley chuckled and kissed his nose. She got up and went to the cabinet and pulled out two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. She placed the cups down in front of them, avoiding the trays of sweets, and poured the red liquor into them.

"Don't worry, David got those," Harley explained. "But it'll be necessary for what I'm want to tell you." She picked up her glasses and downed it all before pouring another drink. "I've never told anyone this before, not even the girls. A lot of what they know about me is what they found out on their own or what David told them."

"What is it?" Kyoya asked, the curiosity irking him. She pressed her second cup of wine to her lips and waited. Kyoya sighed before also picking up his own glass and drinking from it. Harley smiled.

"My mother meant my dad at a pizza parlor in New York," Harley began. "She was running away from her family and met my dad who moved all the way from South Carolina. He bought a house in the Queens and just graduated from the police academy. I guess they fell in love. Anything less wouldn't have left my father as devastated as he was when she left. I was three and David just turned eight. She left because her family wanted her back, and she couldn't say no." Her glass was already empty. She reached over to pour another, and Kyoya didn't stop her. "All I remember about her was that she had our eyes, and the prettiest red hair."

She continued and she revealed to him the story of her life. He already knew parts of it: what he could find from her laptop and her files, but there were pieces that no police report or personal file could ever contain. Parts of Harley that no one had ever seen or heard of.

By the time she was done, she had gone through half an hour and four glasses of wine. Kyoya had gone through two, and was slightly tipsy. Before he knew it his lips were moving, and he was spilling his own secrets. He told her about his family, about his sister and two older brothers, about his father, about his never ending strong to satisfy him, and about his desire to become the head of his family's company.

"I work and work and work my ass off, is he happy? Nooo!" Kyoya slurred as Harley poured him his fifth glass of wine. Harley was on her seventh. They had migrated to the living room and were already working on their third bottle.

"Look at us," Harley cooed. She was brilliantly smashed and kept on swaying. "Sooo many daddy issues between us." Kyoya turns his head towards her.

"You're so beautiful," he said, but it came out more like a mumble. His eyes began to droop and he leaned his head back.

"Nah uh," Harley groaned. She pulled Kyoya onto his feet who used her to lean on. They somehow managed to get up to the second floor before Kyoya darted to the bathroom. Harley followed after him. Kyoya was throwing up into the toilet bowl. Harley smiled dumbly at the scene before turning and throwing up into the sink.

Once they were done, Kyoya was nearly unconscious and yet Harley continued to drag the both of them to the third floor. They reached her room before collapsing: Kyoya on the floor and Harley half on the bed.

Later that night, Areily arrived home. She sighed as she saw the empty wine bottles and dirty glasses and went to dispose of them. After that she returned to her own bedroom. The twins arrived at the same time after Tamaki had dropped them off. Shay was the next to arrive, also slightly tipsy for other reasons. She was excited to see the kitchen full of sweets and enjoyed the late night snacks. The last to enter the house was David who was too exhausted from a night of work to check up on his girls so he went straight to bed.

…

The next morning, Harley woke up with a groan and a piercing headache. She rolled over to find a not so pleasant pain in her back. It took her a while to get to her feet because the room kept spinning. Then she noticed that she couldn't see.

'Idiot,' Harley thought as she peeled off the dried contacts from her eyeballs. She flicked them away and began to search for her glasses. Something cold and hard touched her foot. She leaned down and picked it up. It was a pair of glasses so she jammed it onto her face. However, once again, she couldn't see. 'Strange,' she thought, 'are these not my glasses?' She kept walking until she bummed into her bedside table. Her hands scanned the top of it until she found another pair of glasses. Quickly, she took off the first and placed the second pair of glasses on her face.

That's when she was able to see that Kyoya Ootori was knocked out on her bedroom floor and that she was holding his glasses.

"Shit," Harley exclaimed as memories from last night clouded her foggy brain. Did she actually get drunk with Kyoya? And then did they just spill their souls out to each other?

"Crap," she said as she tried to figure out what to do. At least they didn't have school today, but that didn't change the fact that one of the most powerful teenaged boys in all of Japan (and possibly the Eastern Hemisphere) was knocked out on her bedroom floor.

"Good morning," Areily greeted as she quietly opened the door.

"Oh thank God!" Harley whispered as she saw her friend. "Help me get him up on the bed." Areily quickly helped her friend lift Kyoya up on the bed. Harley took the head and Areily took the legs. After a few moments, Harley had Kyoya tucked securely into the bed with his shoes off. She placed his glasses down on the bedside table.

"He's a heavy sleeper," Areily mused softly.

"And from what Tamaki told me, not a morning person," Harley added. She sighed as she stared at his sleeping features. There was something oddly peaceful about how he at that moment. He seemed so stress free and serene. She wondered how the skin of his cheek would feel beneath her fingertips.

"Um, Harls," Areily interrupted. A sweat drop appeared above her head as she watched her best friend stroke Kyoya's face.

"Oh, yeah right," Harley snapped out of it. "I'm going to go shower and then make breakfast."

"Alright," Areily smiled and ushered Harley out of the room.

…

Kyoya usually woke up in a bad mood. Yet, this was the first time he woke up with the desire to rip someone apart limb from limb. He groaned as he wacked the bedside table besides him. Where was he? This definitely wasn't his room since the bed was too small. He picked up his glasses and put them on. Then memories from last night began to flood back into his brain.

"Oh, you're awake." Kyoya sat up and turned around to look at Harley. She was standing next to her closet, dressed in black panties, a lime green bra, with a towel wrapped around her head. She was wearing her glasses and holding a yellow dress in her hands.

Thirty seconds went by with them just standing there and staring at each other.

"I'm going to put on my dress right now," Harley said.

"That would be a good idea," Kyoya responded as he turned around. Harley quickly whipped the dress onto her body. She pulled off the towel from her hair as well.

"You can look now," Harley said. Kyoya turned around again.

"I apologize for looking at you while you were indecent, but would you like explain to me why I am in your bedroom?" Kyoya said as he got out of the bed. He got dizzy suddenly and held onto the wall for support. A pounding headache racked his brain.

"Well, last night I made enough cake and pastries to open up a bakery," Harley began. "Then, I got a bit drunk, told you about my childhood, and then you got drunk and told me about your life. Before we knew it, we were both drunk off our asses and threw up in the bathroom. Then I dragged our sorry asses up here and we passed out. By the way, I have a higher tolerance than you."

Kyoya sighed and sat back down onto the bed. He took off his glasses and held them in his hands.

"I feel like my lifespan has shorten since I've met you," he said teasingly. Harley laughed and went to sit next to him. She took his glasses from his hands and placed them back onto his face. Harley kissed him for a moment before leaning towards his right ear.

"But did you ever imagine that it would be this interesting?" Harley whispered into his ear. "In this pristine world of yours, isn't there something enticing about a bit of chaos?" Kyoya's glasses flashed white and he smirked.

"That's an interesting thought, in its own way."

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