The Painful Truth

by MollyMuffinHead

Sequel to 'The Challenges Ahead'. After the Olympic Games and the Charity Ball, each of the group learns a painful truth they must face. Life will be harder than they ever thought. From kidnapping, to wedding contracts, to losing touch with reality, everyone is in for a bumpy ride. Rated for Language and Smooching and Violence.

30. Chapter 30 - The Blue Car

Author's Note:

This one starts with a bang and ends with a cliffhanger. Enjoy!

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Date Posted: September 23, 2023

Trigger Warnings: Language

The Painful Truth - Chapter 30: The Blue Car

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Wednesday, November 2:

Morning, Phone Call Between Honey and Mie (Cho's Mother):

Honey: "Good morning, Mie-san."

Mie: "Mitsukuni, where is Nomura?"

Honey: My heart clenched. My palms sweated. She sounds almost hysterical. "She isn't at home?" I squeaked.

Mie: "We've looked everywhere! Her bed's a mess, covers on the floor. We can't find her. She isn't anywhere!"

Honey: "Mie-san," I barked, hoping to get her attention and calm her down, "what does security say?"

By this time, I'd made it to the security office in my apartment. I signaled Akatsuka-san and told him to call the Cho's security office.

Mie: "They can't find her either! My baby's missing and they don't know anything!"

Honey: Daizo-san must have already left for work, or she'd probably be calmer. "Have they checked the cameras? Have they checked the gates?"

Now Akatsuka-san, my entire team, and I are in the elevator headed for the parking garage. Too bad Takashi already left for his first class.

Mie: "They don't know anything!"

Honey: I can barely understand her through the tears. "Mie-san, calm down. Go to the security office. I'm on my way."

And I hung up on her. I hung up and jumped into my bunny car.

I'll get there faster than my security would.

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Morning, Conference Call with Haninozuka and Cho Security:

Akatsuka (Honey Detail Head): "We're on our way. He's driving the bunny car, and we're right behind him in two follow cars."

He jumped in that convertible so fast we couldn't stop him. We only just had time to get in our cars before he'd screamed out of the parking garage. He's going too fast for us to get a car ahead of him, so we're both behind. Once this is all finished, Ishikawa-san and I will have to have a talk with him about protocol.

Yamada (Cho Detail Head): "I'll notify the gate. They'll wave you in directly to the family garage."

Everyone in the security office is staring at me like this is my fault. When she's on the estate, I'm not on duty. It's not my job to guard her in her own home, dammit.

Saka (Cho Head): "I have two guards monitoring all the estate cameras live and another two going through the video from last night after she went to bed. We will find her."

Akatsuka (Honey Detail Head): Luckily, the estates are relatively close to each other. We're only about thirty minutes away, but at his speed, we'll make it in twenty. If we don't get pulled over. If we don't hit traffic.

"You're sure she hasn't left the estate?"

Saka (Cho Head): "Yes. The gates have only been opened for Daizo-sama and staff since dinner last night. With everything that's happened, all cars coming in and out are inspected at the gate. We'll make the exception for you when you get here."

Kidnapping was the first thing that went through my mind when I was told she couldn't be found. Another kidnapping. But I don't see how she could have left the estate.

"She can't get over the walls. They have sensors." And are always going off because of wildlife, so I know they work.

Akatsuka (Honey Detail Head): "Dammit!"

Saka (Cho Head): "What?"

Akatsuka (Honey Detail Head): "One of his car's ears just detached and took off a side mirror on a parked car."

He didn't even hit his breaks.

I told the second follow car to deal with it and join us later.

At least it wasn't the tail again. They had to completely refabricate the trunk and bumper for that.

"We're still coming in hot, but with one less follow car."

Saka (Cho Head): "Confirmed."

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Morning, Cho Estate:

I burst through the door at a run and saw Yamada-san coming towards me, "Where is it!"

"Follow me."

He turned and ran with Akatsuka-san and me right behind him. Security finally found her on the video just as we were coming through the gate.

Mie-san and Cho-chan's maid Eri were at the door when we skidded to a stop. Both in tears.

"What happened?"

"Cameras picked her up leaving her room at 3:47 a.m. in her pajamas and at a dead run. Followed her through the mansion to this door. It's the panic room."

"Is there a camera in there?"

Yamada-san handed me his phone showing me the feed. There she was curled up on the sofa with Usa-chan. Asleep.

I can breathe again.

"Mitsukuni?" Mie-san's voice shook, "Would you go in? I don't think I can and keep calm." I took a closer look at her. Leaning against the wall, face in her hands. Her whole body shaking. "I don't want to scare her more."

I turned to Yamada-san, and he nodded, "Security disabled the locks. You can go right in."

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and shoved all the worry, fear, and panic away. Then I reached for the doorknob.

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"Cho-chan?"

"Honey-kun?" My eyes opened to a blond blur. "Where…?

"You're in your panic room." Strong arms pulled me to his chest. "What happened?"

Panic room? Why am I…?

It came back in a heated rush, my stomach flipping. "I was dreaming…it was horrible. Keiko," tears stared, and his arms tightened to stop my shivering, "she's gone."

"I'm so sorry, Cho-chan."

"We were at a restaurant. I blinked, and there was blood everywhere. Then he came after me. I was running but couldn't move."

I looked up at him, all blurry from the tears. He kissed my forehead and waited.

"I must have been thrashing around in bed. I woke up when I fell out." He started rocking me in his arms. "I wasn't safe. I didn't feel safe. So, I came here."

I took a deep breath, "Father always told me this was the safest room in the house. That no one could ever get me here. That if something happened to come here."

"I'm sorry Cho-chan. I love you so much." He pulled me even tighter, "If you need to cry, I'm right here."

And I broke down completely.

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We all pulled back from Yamada's phone as my baby started sobbing. We heard every word.

Mitsukuni's so good with her. Just what she needed.

"Eri, why don't you go up and draw her a bath."

"Yes, Cho-sama."

I checked my watch. 7:34.

I turned to her bodyguard, "Go get ready for the day. Her first class is at nine. You'll want to be ready if she decides to go."

"Yes, Cho-sama," and he headed back towards the security offices.

I'll give them ten minutes. If they haven't come out by then, I'll go in.

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I was down to hiccups when it hit me.

"Honey-kun? Why are you here?"

"Mie-san couldn't find you this morning, so she called me. I think she thought you'd snuck out to come to the apartment."

I wanted to smile at the joke, but…

"And you came right over?" Then I jerked out of his arms, sitting up straight, "Oh, no. I'm so sorry! You must have been so worried. Everyone must have."

"It's fine, Cho-chan. We found you. You're safe. That's all we care about."

I'd gotten his shirt all wet and snotty. I took a closer look. "Are you wearing Usa-chan pajamas?"

He blushed to the tips of his ears, "Yes."

"Mother woke you up when she called, didn't she?"

"Yes."

"I'm so sorry."

He pulled me back in his arms, "Don't be. All that matters is you're safe."

That's when the door opened. "Nomura, are you alright?"

"Yes, Mother." I looked down at the floor, "I'm sorry."

She came over and put her arm around me, "You're safe. That's what's important." I stood as she helped me up, "Eri's drawing you a bath. You have forty minutes before you must leave for class if you're going."

If I'm going?

"I'm going."

"Good. That's the spirit." Mother looked back over her shoulder at Honey-kun, "Would you care to join us for breakfast, Mitsukuni-kun?"

"Thank you, Mie-san. I'd like that."

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Mid-Morning, Courtroom, Seoul:

"…former factory manager stands accused of not one, but two grave offenses – embezzlement and the deliberate sale of dangerously faulty dog food…"

No security concerns so far. Not that I really expected any at a courthouse. It has its own guards and there are always police officers around giving testimony. I didn't bother trying to get clearance for our weapons. Left them with the guard that stayed with the car.

Only issue was the reporters when we came in, but it wasn't unexpected. Her Korean lawyers made a statement while I translated for her. I don't think any of us are expecting that to be the end of them.

It's only Thompson-san and me in the courtroom with her. Thompson-san because he wanted to observe, and me because I'm one of three guards that speak Korean. The rest only know key phrases. I have six guards stationed throughout the courthouse at strategic points and two monitoring it from outside.

She's safer here than she's been anywhere in the last month except for the main estate and the heirs' apartment.

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"…case strikes at the very heart of trust and responsibility…"

I can't believe I'm in another country!

I know Fujioka-sama only brought me to manage logistics and make up numbers in the courtroom, but it doesn't matter. I'm in South Korea! Finally, a stamp in my passport! And we flew here in a private plane and stayed in an apartment that was just insane. It had a game room with a pool table and video games, a library, two dining rooms, and an indoor pool. Too bad I didn't think to bring a suit. But I did spend almost an hour in the tub in my bathroom. Four people could have fit in it! And she let us go out exploring last night. I bought souvenirs for my parents.

It's a good thing IT put the translation app on my phone, otherwise I'd be so lost.

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"…a calculated scheme where he oversaw the production of faulty dog food and its distribution to pet stores throughout Seoul…"

That criminal keeps turning and staring at Fujioka-sama. The hate that flashes in his eyes is disturbing. It's good her security team is here even though we're sitting in a courtroom with a guard on each door.

Because this is a criminal trial, not one of the civil ones that will start in another month or so, the lawyers at the firm she hired aren't presenting the case. They're sitting with me in the row behind her on the prosecutor's side. They came to the apartment for breakfast this morning for a briefing and recommended she settle again. It wouldn't have any bearing on any of the criminal trials but would save lots of time and money on the civil ones. She declined again.

One thing I've learned as her company lawyer, is to not push after she's made a decision. She knows her own mind. Unfortunately, they kept trying to talk her into settling until she had to shut them down hard. The senior partner's face looked like he'd swallowed a lemon as he tried to be graceful taking orders from a teenager.

They've been a pain to coordinate with, so it was fun to watch.

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"…reporting directly to the factory owners in this criminal conspiracy, he oversaw the delivery drivers and was the contact for the pet stores…"

Finally.

After months of waiting, preparation, and worry, we're finally here listening to opening statements at the first criminal trial.

And despite having to listen to an app translate through an earbud, I'm learning so much. Their legal system is different from ours with a jury, though their decision is not legally binding. It's still the judge that decides guilt or innocence. Despite not having the final say, every single jury member is paying strict attention to the lawyers. They are taking this seriously.

"…enriching himself at the expense of his employers…"

Bringing Tanaki-san and Imai-san was the right choice. I would have felt small and lost in this huge room with just Sato-san beside me. But I can't rule out my guards. I asked Nagata-san to sit with us to make our contingent seem stronger. He preferred to sit next to the public door, but agreed because Thompson-san could sit there. He's also got a guard sitting outside in the hallway. What does he think could happen to me here?

I nearly lost my temper this morning at breakfast. I realize I'm young, but we've been working with this Korean law firm for months. They know I'm the owner and am not to be talked to like an intern, or worse, a child.

I will not settle under the current offer's terms. The factory owners take no responsibility. Unacceptable.

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"…knowingly distributed shoddy products…"

The food was shoddy alright. All filler. No nutritional value. Could have been worse. Could have been outright harmful.

I have mixed feelings about the settlement offer. I know she doesn't want to settle without an admission of guilt and liability from the factory owners, but if we wait for their criminal trial, which will be sometime next year, they might not have the money left for the settlement. In addition to their legal fees, their factories are shut down. They aren't bringing in any revenue.

And I know she's worried about money.

"…pattern of deception and disregard for the lives and well-being of cherished pets…"

I kept the smile off my face, thinking about our conversation on the plane. When I first met her, I wasn't sure where this would go. Sure, I'd been working with Ootori-sama for months and he's only a year older than her, but he has business experience. She was a complete novice.

She's come a long way.

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"…witnesses will attest to his integral involvement and greed…"

Ogata-san wants a detailed report by Friday morning. Not sure what he's expecting. This will be a quiet trip. Airport, apartment, courthouse, apartment, factory, airport. Transportation is the biggest vulnerability, but we're using the armored cars from the apartment.

The worst part is the press. I don't speak a word of Korean, and since I'm just observing, I didn't do much research into the size and scope of these cases here in Seoul. I wasn't surprised by the press this morning. I figured any story about something harmful to pets would get traction, but she was recognized and was hounded with questions. Her Korean lawyers made a statement, but we all know it won't be the end of it.

Life sure is crazy. Six months ago I was consulting on security for Taylor Swift's concert tour and now I'm here in Tokyo consulting for the country's new darling.

And it's not easy. It was her kidnapping that started this whole review, so everyone's focused on her.

I watched as she leaned over and whispered something in her Associate Director's ear.

She's cute.

Reminds me of my niece.

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"…seek justice for countless innocent pets who were harmed by this callous disregard…"

They're doing a good job on their opening statements. Not quite the tack I would have taken, but the jury's paying attention. The judge is more important, and I know this judge. And I know he has a dog. Lucky, he didn't buy her the black-market food, or he would have had to recuse himself.

Everything's set for tonight. She's coming to the offices with her attorney for a working dinner. I'll try again to convince her to settle.

Shocking how she spoke to me this morning. Must remember that she's in charge, not her lawyer or Tanaki-san although I speak with them more than her. If I anger her too much, she might hold back settling due to pride when it's the best course of action.

"…Justice demands accountability, and it is our sincere hope that, by the end of this trial, you will find the accused guilty as charged. Thank you."

And now to hear how this idiot will defend himself.

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Lunch, Soundproof Room, Music Room 3:

Idiots.

I know they mean well, but shit…

Do Ryuu and my father really think I don't know what they're up to? Spies? They both had the balls to put spies in Shiraishi Syndicate. Spying on me?! If I wasn't 100% sure they were doing it 'for my own good' rather than trying to learn shit, I'd gut their spies and leave them on their fucking doorsteps.

I still might.

It's outright fucking insulting that they think they can get away with it. That they have that little confidence in me.

Fuckers.

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Email from Shinobu to Apartment Manager:

…All repairs are approved. Work with Gurinraifu's CEO, Okazoe-san, for contract. All work to be done through them.

I'll approve final contract. You have six months.

Himura

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Email from Shinobu to Gurinraifu Architect:

…Shipping containers approved to use to rebuild buildings 26, 32, and 77 on Shiraishi Compound. Work all logistics through Kasanoda.

Himura

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Email from Shinobu to Light House and Kakurega:

To: Koseki-san, Director Light House; Egami-san, PR Light House; Nagasaki-san, Director Kakurega, Okihara-san, PR Kakurega

CC: Fujioka Haruhi; Inokuma-san, Fujioka Agent; Takemoto, Himura Agent

Re: November 8 Interview

This confirms my attendance November 8 for interviews with both Light House and Kakurega.

Himura

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I wonder if the directors over at Light House and Kakurega hate working with me as much as I hate having to do a fucking interview. At least Haruhi and our agents will be there.

Agent. I have a fucking agent.

Shit.

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Email from Shinobu to Heven & Hell Manager:

…Will be at opening with Kasanoda. Don't fuck it up.

Himura

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Got all that shit done.

Guess I better review for that fucking biology quiz.

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Afternoon, Courtroom, Seoul:

I'm amazed by the lack of celebrity fame and fan security knowledge within the Morinozuka and Haninozuka families. With three of their sons earning Olympic medals, I would have thought they'd been dealing with sports fans for quite a while. I suppose it's the difference between the Japanese and American fans.

But not so much for Fujioka-sama. Some of her fans here in Japan are as wild as celebrity fans in America.

I've already made some suggestions to improve her detail and how they handle her fan mail, but there's so much that could still be done.

And out of the almost thirty candidates for her new detail head I've screened, I couldn't in good conscience recommend any of them. They just aren't ready for the big time. Too ridged in their thinking. Not enough experience. The girl's been kidnapped already. Her profile's up there with some A level actresses and politicians.

Nagata was surprised she was recognized by more than the press at lunch, but frankly, I'm disappointed he was surprised. These trials haven't made it to the Japanese press except for the business section, but those reporters recognized her and blew her up all over Twitter.

Nagata's a solid detail head, and it made sense moving him over to be her temporary, but he's not built for celebrity protection. I question him remaining Takashi-sama's head if those two are going to continue to date.

What a mess.

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"…we were paid in cash after every delivery by the factory manager…"

In an ideal world, everyone who commits a crime would face consequences. Unfortunately, this is far from an ideal world. The charges against three truck drivers, including the one testifying now, were dismissed in exchange for their testimony against the manager. Admittedly, they are some of the lowest members of this conspiracy, but they still should face charges. Although they did lose their jobs and have yet to find new ones. They will probably have to relocate out of Seoul.

And it was right in front of me when I took that tour.

He was one of the drivers I spoke with. And now he can't even look me in the eye.

"…the manager gave us the delivery schedule…"

At least he's burying that manager. I don't see how the jury can possibly come back with anything other than 'guilty'.

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I'm going to prison.

Prison.

The owners said they'd protect me. But all they did was deny everything and dump it all on me.

And those stupid detectives didn't stay bought! I gave them everything I had left to reduce the charges! Everything! But they were caught and turned on me.

Seven more charges. Seven!

And they wouldn't accept a plea.

I'll be in prison for decades!

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After Classes, Honey/Mori Apartment:

"There's got to be something we can do. Just look at her."

Cho was sitting at her dual desk across from Honey, her head resting on her arm on the surface. She hasn't said more than maybe ten words since we got here. And she hasn't once said anything about all the cupcakes Honey's eating.

"It's only been a week. You can't expect her to bounce back like nothing happened, Renge."

"I know, but," her eyes darted to Cho and back, "this is just not like her."

I closed my fan fiction document. I'm not getting any writing done today. "What do you suggest?"

"How about the spa? We could go after Saturday night after shopping."

"Whatever," Shinobu rolled her eyes, "but you ask."

"Fine," she huffed, then raised her voice, "Cho? How about we all go to the spa after shopping Saturday?"

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Spa?

Spa?

Keiko and I always went to the spa.

I blinked and was back there with her. Laughing and giggling, talking about boys. Picking out matching nail colors. Watching her get her hair done.

We were happy there.

She was happy there.

And now she's gone.

"No." It came out as a whisper. I coughed and tried again. This time it came out as a croak, "No. I don't think I can. Not without her."

I put my head back down and closed my eyes.

I don't want to be here.

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My poor Cho-chan.

Breakfast was awkward. At least I had a change of clothes in my bunny car, so I didn't have to sit there in my pajamas. She hardly said anything but did make it to her classes this morning. Mie-san said she came home and took a nap in the panic room. I guess if it makes her feel safe, it's not a problem.

Before I left her estate, I met with Saka-san, their security head. I wanted to know why they didn't know she was in the panic room. Apparently, theirs is set up differently than ours. If ours is opened, an alarm sounds in our security headquarters. If theirs is opened, it's recorded in a log. The alarm doesn't go off unless the panic button inside the room is pushed, and she didn't push it. I 'suggested' they change their process.

"Cho-chan?" Her eyes slowly opened and focused on me across the desk. "How about we go to Tokyo Disney Saturday morning? We can compare it to the one in Florida."

She took a deep breath and did a slow blink. There's no life in her eyes anymore. "I suppose."

Is that a yes? Should I drag her along if she doesn't want to go?

"Great! I'll pick you up at ten!"

"Alright," she sighed and closed her eyes again.

Renge-chan cleared her throat, and I looked over. She pointed to herself and then Tama-chan and raised an eyebrow. I nodded.

Guess the four of us are going to Disney. I sent a couple quick texts to our security details and one of the assistants at the estate to make arrangements.

I hope this helps my Cho-chan.

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Email from Mori to Eto (New Assistant):

Eto-san,

Below is a list of business books, magazines, and journals. Please either order or pick them up by Friday afternoon. Leave them on my desk in the apartment library.

Thank you

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I'll have time to highlight and annotate them that afternoon before our date.

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After Classes, Public CEO Office, Ootori Conglomeration:

Mondays and Wednesdays are Ootori-sama's heavy class day. When he trudged in carrying his briefcase, I could almost feel the migraine in his eyes.

I stood and bowed, "Your call log is up to date, Ootori-sama, and you have no more meetings scheduled today."

"Thank you, Shinji," he mumbled as he passed my desk and walked into his office.

I'd spent part of the time he was in class straightening his desk. He's usually so meticulous, I was shocked at the papers strewn all over. Hopefully, coming back to a clean workspace helps him focus, although he really should lie down in a dark room based on those squinting eyes.

"Shinji!"

Crap. He almost never barks like that. I took off running.

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My assistant ran in and stopped in front of my desk. I turned my full glare on him.

Fuck, my head hurts.

"Where is it? I left it right here," I pointed to the empty corner of my desk.

"I cleared and organized your desk, Ootori-sama. Which file are you looking for?"

"The Sugahara marriage contract offer."

"But why would…" My most intense shadow king scowl stopped him in his tracks. "I filed it with the others. I'll go get it." He turned on his heel and left the room.

Why the hell would he file that? What made him think he could clean my desk?

I ignored the slight shake when he handed it back to me. "Don't touch my desk unless I tell you to."

"Of course, Ootori-sama. I apologize."

Sitting down, I gently set the folder in front of me. Keiko's gone. If she was still alive, I would have called her and asked if she knew about this contract, if she wanted this contract. And I would have hoped she'd say yes.

But she's gone.

And Haruhi's beyond my reach.

"Bring me the binder with the marriage contract offer summaries."

"Letters have been sent to each family turning them down."

"Irrelevant. Any family would jump if I changed my mind. Bring me the binder."

"Yes, Sir."

If I can't have the woman I love and I can't have a friend, who I pick doesn't matter as long as they advance the business.

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Dinner, Conference Room, Seoul Law Firm:

"After seeing how today went, how long do you anticipate this trial to go?"

"No longer than a week, keeping in mind the courts are closed on Friday because of a national holiday." I kept my face neutral as she dove into her bibimbap bowl. The simple rice, egg, and vegetable dish turned out to be a good choice after a long day in court and with her concern about costs. She really does need a firm in Seoul on retainer as long as her production is done here. I'm hoping to keep her as a client. "Will you be coming back for the verdict?"

She held up her finger while she finished her bite. After a big swallow, she answered, "I hope to be unless it interferes with my advertising shoot the tenth through the thirteenth."

"I'll call after court each day, Fujioka-sama," her staff attorney said, "and keep you updated. It's only a quick shuttle ride back for the verdict."

"Be prepared, Fujioka-sama. We were able to avoid it today, but I'm sure the press will want a statement directly from you after the manager is found guilty."

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Nuts.

I knew that, I just hadn't thought of it. I probably should bring Gorou-san back with me if I'm going to make a statement.

And I should let my agent know when I'm headed back. Not sure if he'll want to come with me or send his assistant. I know Gorou-san's keeping his office updated, but I should call him myself.

What a mess.

"That reminds me," I turned to my Korean lawyer, "did you talk to the prosecutor about getting the answers we want on record?"

"I did," he nodded. "When he questions the right witnesses, he'll ask if any of the bad food was shipped to Japan. We already know the answer is 'no'. It's already on the record in the depositions. Once it's on the court record, the reporter we've been working with is ready to write that story for Japanese news outlets."

"Thank you. I know we've already reassured our Japanese customers that nothing's wrong with our food there, but now that the trials are back in the news, anything to maintain confidence will help."

I looked down and realized my bowl's empty. I wonder if I can get seconds.

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After Dinner, Café, Ooka Artist Co-op:

"Thank you for the delicious dessert, Tamaki." Yuki-chan pulled Renge aside and lowered her voice, "Are you sure Akito-kun and I shouldn't come along to Disney on Saturday? We don't mind."

Actually, I do mind. Classes are already overwhelming me, but I wasn't going to say anything in front of everyone. If it looks like Cho needs us there, we'll go. I'll just have to cancel our plans on Sunday.

Renge must have seen something in my eyes because she shook her head, "The four of us will be fine. It's probably best to not overwhelm her."

"Alright," Yuki-chan sighed, "but let us know if you change your mind."

"I will."

She took my arm, and we headed out the door. Both of our limos waiting surprised me. A gentle tug on my arm got me to lean down so she could reach, and I was rewarded with a gentle kiss. "I know you need to get some sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

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"I'm bored, Karou."

"Yeah, me too."

"Hey," Satoshi called as he dashed up to us before we could climb into our limo, "when you get home, log on and we'll form a party and kill a bunch of aliens."

"You go it!"

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"Are you sure you don't want me to take you home, Cho-chan?"

"I'm sure."

I helped her into her limo, and she leaned back in the seat, "I'm going to take a bath and go to bed. I'm so tired."

Reaching in, I took her hand and kissed her palm, "Call me if the nightmares wake you up. It doesn't matter what time."

Her weak smile held no reassurance, "OK."

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Mitsukuni climbed into my car, and I drove us back to the apartment.

He pouted the entire way because they confiscated his bunny car to redesign the ears.

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Evening, Public CEO Office, Ootori Conglomeration:

Fuck, my head hurts.

I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes.

It's easier to evaluate these contracts based exclusively on what they are offering business-wise and not caring about the potential wife.

Any marriage that doesn't include Haruhi or Keiko will be miserable. Therefore, the wife doesn't matter. With enough imagination, alcohol, and Viagra, I can have sex with anyone just enough to get them pregnant. And after an heir and a spare, I can ignore her.

I've narrowed it down to twenty-three possibilities. Perhaps I should just let the Board pick.

Scrubbing my hands through my hair, I stood and headed for my private office. As soon as I walked in, my eyes caught the picture of Haru I keep on that desk.

There she is in that beautiful dress from our first ball as a couple.

Why do I keep that fucking thing?

Oh, right. Because I can't keep myself from picking at old wounds.

I poured and took two shots of sake in quick succession staring at that picture.

"No."

I went through too much shit and ruined too much of my life with Haru. I will not hand that decision over to the Board.

I'm perfectly capable of making the decision and ignoring my personal life all on my own.

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Evening, Limo Headed Back to Apartment, Seoul:

"Stop the car, please," came through the speaker.

As the driver pulled over and radioed the other cars to let them know, I dropped the privacy screen, "Haruhi-sama? What's wrong?" She looks fine…color in her face, small smile which I haven't seen much of lately, and no panic in her eyes.

She pointed across the street and back to the last intersection, "There's a GO Salon. Can I play a game or two?"

I don't know if she could tell, but I instantly felt the tension in the limo drop to the floor.

"I'm sure there's a Goban back at the apartment, and one of the guards knows how to play…"

"Please, Nagata-san," and she looked at me with puppy eyes. Has she been taking lessons from Haninozuka-sama? "No one knows I'm here, and the odds of there being anyone in that salon that would recognize me are almost zero."

When I didn't answer right away, she kept going, "I need this. Please."

It's a simple request, and she's right about the risk. It's low.

"Alright, but I need a guard to check out the place first. Need to make sure it's a decent place, not a dive."

"Alright." She's practically jumping in her seat.

I caught her lawyer's eye, "Will you be playing too, Sato-san?"

"No. I don't know how. I'll stay in the car and work."

"Oh, you don't have to stay." She turned to me, "Is it alright if he takes a cab back to the apartment?"

"Yes. That's fine."

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Ten minutes later, Sato-san was headed back to the apartment, Nagata-san had confirmed it was a real salon, and I was walking in the front door. I'd changed out of my suit and was wearing a sweater I'm sure Kaoru would kill me for wearing, but it's comfortable.

I signed in, paid my fee, and ordered tea. I used my phone and Google translate to let them know what type of game I was looking for. The hostess set me up with a gentleman that would play a quick game with me to gauge my level so I could be paired correctly with one or two other players.

As soon as I picked up a stone, I forced everything else in my life out of my head and gave the game all my concentration.

This is just what I've been needing.

Anonymity and to forget about everything that's going on.

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Phone call between Haruhi and Mori:

Nagata: She'd been playing for almost an hour when a call for her rang on my phone. I'd asked her to forward hers so I could answer any emergency or family member that came through, knowing she'd turn hers off while she played. She agreed for only the family. Everyone else could leave a voice mail.

"Hello, Takashi-sama. It's Nagata."

Mori: "Where's Haruhi? What's wrong?"

Nagata: "Please calm down. She's perfectly safe." Should have led with that knowing how volatile he is about her safety. "We stopped at a Go salon, and she forwarded her phone to mine while she plays a couple games."

Mori: A Go salon! She stopped at a random Go salon?

"This was an unscheduled stop?"

Nagata: "Yes. She saw the salon as we were driving back to the hotel from the law firm and requested we stop. And before you ask," because I'm not an idiot, and I know what he will ask, "I sent in guards to check it out before we let her in, and they are undercover playing games in there with her."

Mori: "You should not have allowed her to stop. The apartment is the safest place for her."

Nagata: Perhaps I should suggest a new detail lead for him while they are finding one for her. I'm good at my job, and I don't want to spend all my time being second guessed.

"Takashi-sama, I'm in charge of her security, not you. I have a team of ten here, and she's buttoned down tight. Nothing is going to happen."

Mori: I took a deep breath and thought for a moment.

He's right.

It's a completely unscheduled stop at a random Go salon in Seoul. There will be no fan girls in that salon. No perverts waiting for her to just drop in. No parent's group plotting their next move.

At best, it's full of older men who don't watch the news. At worst, Nagata's got ten men and women there to take care of any surprises.

My problem is I'm not in charge.

And that's just it…it's my problem.

"Please ask her to call me after she's done."

Nagata: "I will. Good night, Takashi-sama."

Mori: "Good night, Nagata."

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xXx

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Thursday, November 3:

Early Morning, Himura Estate:

"Oh, shit, Bu! Don't stop!"

Considering where my mouth was and where his hands were, there was no way in fucking hell I was going to stop…

Then I heard the wrapper.

"Forget the condom. That birth control shot's effective."

"Hell, yeah!" he growled and ripped my silk teddy open…

.

"Mmmmmmm," she rolled over and stretched like a cat. I'm sure I'm drooling watching her long, lean body glow after what we just finished. "Close your mouth, Asshole."

"Yeah…no." I leaned down and licked that velvet skin from belly button to chin while she practically purred. When I reached the top, I kissed her…hard.

When I leaned back, she smirked, "Happy Anniversary."

"What?"

"Two months, Mr. Himura. We've been married two months."

"Really?" She nodded. "Seems like forever and yesterday."

"I know, right?"

I kissed her again, and she wrapped her legs around me. "We're going to be late to class."

"You actually think I give a shit?"

"Nope," I kissed her again. "Neither do I."

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Kasa's nails clicking on the floor surprised both Junto and me. Despite having a doggie door in the main entrance to Shinobu's wing, Kasa almost never ventures out alone.

She came right up to me and put her paws up begging for fish. I handed her a piece, "Where's your mommy?" She just wagged her tail.

"They must be running late," Junto grumbled.

They…

My daughter and her husband.

I checked my watch. "You're right. They have to leave in just a few minutes."

Then I heard Ritsu-kun's voice talking to I presume the housekeeper, "Never mind breakfast. We'll pick something up on the way."

"Put me down, Asshole. I can walk."

My head jerked to the door in time to see him walking by with my daughter slung over his shoulder. "I walk faster that you, you crazy wife. Besides, you made us late."

"Whatever…" her voice trailed off as he carried her towards the garage.

Junto and I completely approve of Ryuu-san's wedding present. I feel much safer with her in that car.

"Young love," my husband sighed.

"They move this weekend." I gave him a significant look, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," he nodded sipping his tea. "I've checked their security and my spies are reporting back that their wing is secure, and the rest of the remodel will be as well."

"Do you think she knows?"

"No."

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xXx

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Late Morning, Limo Headed for Dog Food Factory, Seoul:

Because I was up late at the Go salon and then talking to Takashi, I decided to hold this meeting during the drive to the factory rather than over breakfast in the apartment. Gave me another hour of sleep, which I desperately needed.

"Alright, let's go over our goals…"

Three members of my Seoul law firm and two members of my security team were sitting with me in the back of this huge limo. Nagata's sitting in front with the privacy screen down, and the other two security cars are on a conference call through the speakers.

I'm really down the rabbit hole today.

"First and foremost, I want to make sure everything looks and feels right. If anyone feels anything is off, tell me immediately. I've been assured by the owners and manager that we'll have all the time we need to see every part of the production and talk to however many employees we need to. Nagata-san will be acting as my interpreter," he nodded, "but everyone here needs to feel free to ask any employee any questions they may have."

I looked around the car. Everyone's taking me seriously. Good.

"We're scheduled for the 4:00 pm shuttle, so we have plenty of time. After the inspection, we'll be eating lunch at the law firm for a debriefing. Any questions?"

I fielded a few. Mostly security team members confirming their roles.

The call ended, and I leaned back in my seat and tried to prepare myself. I'm the customer. I've been assured full access.

While I'm making a big deal out of this inspection, it really isn't the most important one. My local law firm has had two surprise inspections so far and hasn't found anything concerning. They'll keep up with them on a monthly basis until I'm satisfied. And after being taken advantage of like I was, I'm not sure I'll ever be satisfied.

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xXx

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Late Morning, Nozuka Supotsu Offices:

It wasn't a surprise inspection, so I met them at the front door. What was a surprise, was Ogata-san coming with them. It didn't occur to me that my sports company corporate offices would be that much of a security interest.

"Good morning, Morinozuka-sama," he bowed.

"Good morning, Ogata-san." I'll keep this formal and not offer a different honorific. "How can I assist your inspection today?"

He quickly outlined their goals and process. As I led them towards the security offices, he lowered his voice, "I hope this isn't an inconvenience, Morinozuka-sama, but I came along with the hope of a private discussion with you."

My gut clenched. Haruhi?!

To my shame, he must have noticed something in my body language. "Fujioka-sama is safe. While this is partially about her, there is no immediate danger."

I'm a martial arts champion. I train our military. He should not have been able to read me like that.

"My office after I hand off the inspection to my head of security."

"Thank you."

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After being served tea using a service that had to be hundreds of years old, I leaned back and studied the Morinozuka heir.

I'd met him before this security review started. It's hard to not come in contact with either him or the Haninozuka heir when they train your employees, and as the head of the emperor's security, I wanted my employees trained by the best. Hell, I even took a few lessons with them despite not being in the field.

Taller than most Japanese men, he projects an enviable calm as he moves through life. Except when someone brings up Fujioka. I'm not sure he realizes how dramatic his tells are compared to his typical stoic demeanor.

Does he realize I can tell he's tapping his foot? It's completely hidden by his desk, but the small jiggle is obvious to me.

Best to not keep him in suspense. "As I stated earlier, this is partially about Fujioka-sama. I'd like to start there."

"Hn."

"You've known her for years and are currently dating her. With your security background, you are in a unique position to know more about her security requirements." He nodded once. "Because the security breach surrounding both her and Himura-sama is the impetus for this security review, I've decided a small taskforce focusing on Fujioka-sama is needed. Himura-sama's issues will be addressed with the group focusing on yakuza as a whole."

"Logical."

"As you know, Thompson-san has basically been added to her detail because of his experience with guarding celebrities. Also included in this taskforce are Hartwell-san from the US Secret Service, Quimei-san because of her cyber security experience, and several members of the Black Onion Squad from various departments. I'd like to invite you to join them."

"Thank you. I agree."

I expected nothing less.

"Excellent. Thompson-san is heading it, so you'll hear from him regarding meetings and issues." I finished my tea and accepted his offer to refill it. "As for the other reason I'm here, I'd like a separate contract between my consulting firm and Morinozuka security to train my consultants. Several have expressed interest."

"That will not be a problem."

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xXx

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Lunch, Dining Hall, Ouran:

"Where is everyone?"

"Haruhi's in Seoul, remember?"

"Yeah, but what about Ritsu and Shinobu?"

Renge just rolled her eyes, "What's the date?"

"The third. So?" Looking around the table, it was obvious I wasn't the only one that didn't get it. The twins were just as confused. So was Yuki.

Chika just huffed, "Don't you pay any attention, Satoshi? It's their anniversary."

"Anniversary? For what?"

"Oh," Yuki gasped. "Two months, right?"

"Yes."

Two months?

That's when Koizumi-san leaned towards Chika and asked what he was talking about. She hasn't been hanging around us for long. So far, just joining us for lunch. I know Haruhi said to leave him alone and that he's not interested in her, but how could he not be? She's so cute. "It's not common knowledge, but if you can keep a secret…," she nodded, "they're married."

Oh, shit. "For two months."

"That's right," Renge grinned at me. "Welcome to the conversation."

"That still doesn't explain where they are."

Hikaru burst out laughing, but Karou took pity and only rolled his eyes, "If you were married to someone with Shinobu's body and it was your anniversary, wouldn't you be spending time alone with them somewhere?"

My face went hot when I finally caught up. "Oh."

"No shit," Hikaru elbowed me in the ribs. "Bet they're in the old club room having a much better lunch than we are."

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Guess now's the best time to bring this up. Just wish Haruhi was here. I'm sure she'd like to know too. "They're moving into her new compound this weekend. Has anyone gotten them a wedding present or a housewarming gift? I have no idea what the customs are for yakuza."

Renge blinked at me a couple times before she practically exploded, "That's a great idea, Yuki! I can't believe I didn't think of it."

"Ah, Renge…"

"You must not have been in the room when she said it, Yuki, but Shinobu asked us to hold off on anything for the wedding until their official one this summer. But as for a housewarming gift, we should totally get them something."

"But what? They probably have everything they need and sending them a bottle of sake seems silly."

"Renge…"

"I know," Renge pulled out her phone, "I'll text my assistant to research it and figure it out. She'll come up with some ideas, and we can decide."

This time he raised his voice, "Renge?"

"Yes, Chika?"

"Since they are going through significant reconstruction and remodeling, perhaps we should offer to purchase their next choice from Tamaki's gallery."

"That's perfect! It will be something they want, and we don't have to worry about picking it out." She started a new text message, "I'll let Tamaki-kun know. He'll arrange it with the gallery that we'll be billed for their next purchase."

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xXx

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Afternoon, Commercial Flight from Seoul to Tokyo:

Various emails:

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Draft Email from Nagata to Oshiro:

Re: Fujioka Seoul Trip After Action Report

…No issues in courthouse. Recognized by reporters who drew attention to her through Twitter. Korean lawyer made statement…

…no issues at Go salon. She was noticeably more relaxed after the break. Obvious she misses being able to get away like that in Tokyo. Recommend finding another salon in Tokyo where we can assure her anonymity and ability to play…

…factory tour satisfactory. She asked for the team's expert opinion on the factory's security in a report and will discuss billing Petto Chinmi for that. Factory security while she's not there irrelevant to this report. While she was there, there were no issues. No red flags…

…Commercial shuttle flight configuration: Thompson-san and I are sitting with Fujioka-sama in first class in her row. One guard in first class at the entrance from coach. The rest sprinkled throughout coach including one over the wing and one next to the cabin door.

Recommend using Morinozuka jet for any future Seoul flights. Customs, baggage claim, ticketing, and airport security are too public to ensure safety from coordinated attack or overzealous fans…

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I'll add in the rest of the flight info and submit after we return. I also want to discuss my going back to Takashi-sama's detail after she has a new detail head. He can best me at hand-to-hand, but I must have his respect as his detail head for his security to be effective. And right now, I don't feel I have that respect.

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Draft Email from Thompson to Ogata:

Ogata-san,

See attached for complete report of Seoul trip. Also recommend reading Nagata-san's report.

Several things came up:

Fujioka-sama still afraid of crowds and not handling it well without people she knows around her.

Trial bigger news than anticipated. (See report for Twitter and news links)

Unscheduled stop at Go salon. Fujioka-sama visibly more relaxed after being able to lose herself in the anonymity of the experience. Am concerned she's not getting time to be a teenager.

Not included in report: concerns regarding Nagata-san. Need to discuss his qualifications to return to Morinozuka-sama's detail head.

Thompson

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Email from Haruhi to Tanaki:

Tanaki-san,

Factory tour was a success. No issues identified.

See you tomorrow for breakfast.

Fujioka

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I closed my laptop and curled up under the blanket Nagata-san 'suggested' I bring.

Takashi's coming over for a late dinner after my physical therapy and I need a nap if I'm going to stay awake. Maybe I can talk him into a game of Go.

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xXx

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After classes, Suoh Premier Hotel, Downtown Tokyo:

Thirty different amuse-bouche.

Thirty!

"Of course, this is just for the cocktail hour. We'll do a full tasting of the dinner menu when Haruhi can be with us." Renge popped a smoke salmon macaron in her mouth and chewed delicately. "Mmmm."

"It's too bad she's missing this. You know how much she loves food," I smiled remembering how she'd stuff her face at Tamaki's art gallery.

Renge raised a brow, "Oh, don't worry. She'll get to taste all of this before the wedding. I'm going to have the seventeen we choose today catered for a Wednesday dinner in a couple of weeks."

Renge's really in her element as a Suoh bride. She somehow managed to get Cho to come along with me and her future mother-in-law. Cho's just picking at the food, so I'm not sure how much help she'll be.

"What do you think of this one, Yuki?" She held up a morsel on a spoon, "It's a crispy bacon wrapped date."

It melted in my mouth. "Definitely." Good thing I'm planning on skipping dinner. Even with only eating one of each, I'll be stuffed by the end of this tasting.

"Why seventeen?"

"Well," she picked up a deviled quail egg with caviar, "we decided to only have a seven-course dinner instead of the full seventeen, so I thought seventeen amuse-bouche sounded like fun." The quail egg disappeared followed by lots of yummy noises. She turned to the caterer, "Include the quail eggs."

"Yes, Houshakuji-sama."

"How long does a seventeen-course dinner take?"

"Well, traditional French wedding dinners start around nine and can last all night, but since the majority of the guests will be Japanese, they won't be used to that. It's also typical for only a portion of the guests to stay for dinner. We won't be doing that either. All guests will be there for the entire reception, but it won't last until morning."

Thank all the gods that Kyoya's letting Akito and I get away with a small, private wedding. The idea of over a thousand people that I don't know intruding on what I want to be a romantic, personal event makes me nauseous. Fuyumi and I are trying to keep the guest list under a hundred.

When all's said and done, I really want to be married to Akito-kun, not throw the event of the season.

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I looked up when a plate with a standing spoon was set in front of me. "Please try this one, Cho. Apricots are one of your favorites, aren't they?"

"Thanks." I ate the apricot with basil cream cheese off the spoon and shrugged, "Not bad."

I wish Keiko was here.

But if she were alive, she wouldn't be here. She'd be in California in classes now, not eating samples for Tamaki's and Renge's wedding.

Glancing around the table, I saw Renge, Yuki, and Anne-Sophie-san laughing, eating, and enjoying themselves.

It feels wrong that we're all moving forward while Keiko's gone.

"How about this one?" Renge smiled. "Cod, Chorizo, and pea puree."

Interesting combination. I gave it a try, and it surprised a smile out of me, "Oh, it's good."

"Then it's most definitely going to be served at my wedding."

Wedding.

Will Honey-kun and I want this type of food at our wedding?

I can't think about that now. It feels like a betrayal to think about my wedding without Keiko, my maid of honor.

Maid of honor.

Who will be my maid of honor now?

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"Cho?"

She'd stood up and grabbed her bag, "I'm really sorry, Renge. I…I just can't do this right now."

I came around the table and gave her a hug, "No apology necessary. I'm thankful you were able to come for a little while."

With my arm around her shoulders, I started walking her to the entrance where her detail head was, "I'll walk you to your limo."

She turned her huge, wet eyes on me, "There's no need. Go back to your guests. I'm just so tired…"

"Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all. No matter what."

"I don't know what I need." And then the tears started.

I tried to pull her into a hug, but she pulled away, "I'm sorry I ruined your tasting."

"You did no such thing. Because of you, there will be cod, Chorizo, and pea puree bites."

I was hoping for a small smile but didn't even get a quirk of her lips. "Go home and take a nap. It might help."

"Thanks, Renge," and Yamada-san led her away.

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When Renge-chan returned, her fists were clenched, and her face was red. "It's so unfair, and I don't know what to do."

She plopped down in her seat, and I reached for her arm, "Grief is a private thing. Everyone must experience it for themselves and live through it to make it to the other side. Give her time."

"It's just so frustrating! We're all missing Keiko, but none of us knows how to help Cho."

"Her knowing you want to help is enough. Give her time."

Worrying about this isn't doing anyone any good. I turned and waived the waiter over with the next batch of amuse-bouche. "Let's all try another bite…"

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xXx

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Evening, Game Room, Morinozuka Estate:

"How was physical therapy?"

I smiled and waited as she slurped down her bite of ramen. "I'm writing much better now." She frowned down at her hand as she made a fist, "Still slow and it starts aching after about ten minutes, but it is better. And," she flashed me a quick smile, "other people can read it now too."

I nodded, smiling back. Talking with her is so easy. She understands my silences as much as my words. "And the trial?"

I focused on her descriptions of the courtroom, the prosecutors, the factory manager, and the evidence she heard presented. "Sound like conviction won't be hard."

"Well," she shrugged, "that's only from the first day. It's hard to tell what type of defense they'll mount based on their opening statements. We'll just have to wait and see."

"Hn." Seems open and shut to me, but I wasn't there, and things can go sideways fast in legal proceedings.

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When we finished our late dinner, I challenged Takashi to a game of Go. "I've been practicing."

"In Seoul?"

I knew he knew I played at a salon there. Nagata-san told me he called, but when I called him back, we didn't talk about it. It was a relief because I thought he'd lecture me about security.

He's been better lately about that…

"Yes. Got in a couple of games, including a very informative teaching game. Plus," I grinned at him, "I've been playing on the internet."

"Do I need a handicap?"

I saw the laughter in his eyes, "Maybe. Who knows? Maybe I'll turn pro." He took it for the joke it was.

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I bowed over the board, "I resign." We both started clearing the stones, "You have improved."

"Thanks."

"Did you enjoy playing at the salon?"

"I did." She hesitated slightly. Is that because she thinks I'm going to bring up security? I promised myself I wouldn't mention it once tonight. So far, so good. Then her face relaxed and her eyes looked off in the distance as she remembered, "It was everything I hoped it would be. No one knew who I was. Or if they did, they didn't act like it. Once I sat down and picked up a stone, it was like the rest of my life and the room disappeared. I didn't think once about school or the company or the trial or security or what happened at the warehouse. It was like nothing else existed."

She treated me to her full-wattage smile, "I haven't been that relaxed in weeks." Leaning back, she sighed, "All I did was just breathe and play. It was so freeing to have time to myself without any outside pressure. Plus," she leaned forward and plucked a stone from the bowl, "I learned a few tricks."

She's so beautiful. Vibrant and full of life when she remembers how she felt there. I bent forward towards her and kissed her quick, "Your turn."

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I was almost to our bedroom when I heard a voice behind me, "Mother?"

"Yes, Takashi? Is Haruhi-chan alright?"

"She's fine. We just said good night. May I speak with you?"

"Of course. Come in." I led him to the seating area in our outer room and waived him to the sofa.

"Haruhi and I played Go tonight. She won two of three." I waited, knowing that's not what he really wanted to talk about. "Did she tell you she played in a salon in Seoul?"

"No, Nagata-san did. It was in his security report."

"She told me about it. About how relaxing it was and how she was able to forget everything and just 'breathe and play'." His face went pensive as he thought about his next words. "I haven't seen her like that in a long time. Not since before the Olympics, and certainly not since the kidnapping. I wish," he paused taking a breath and catching my eyes, "I wish we could give that back to her, but I have no idea how. All the salons in Tokyo are ruined for her."

"Don't worry," I reached forward and patted his knee, "I have a plan…"

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xXx

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Friday, November 4:

Early Morning, Outdoor Gardens, Morinozuka Estate:

"It's perfect," she said in a quiet, quivering voice.

Akira and I stood on either side of Haruhi-chan and watched her reactions carefully. After all the meetings with designers, all the permits and legal issues, and trying to keep it out of the papers, we finally had her parents and Jarou-san moved to the estate.

While she was involved in the design of the memorial, this is her first time seeing it, and since this is the nine-month anniversary of Ranka-san and Jarou-san's deaths, we're worried about her emotions overwhelming her.

And we were right to be concerned. The longer she looked at the memorial, the more real it became to her, and the more intense her reactions.

When the sobs started, Akira and I both put an arm around her shoulder and guided her to the bench we had installed. "I…I…I can't believe," she took a deep breath and swallowed hard, "I can't believe you did this for me."

"Having them near is important for you, Haruhi-chan. We're honored you allowed us to."

The design and location were harder choices than we initially thought. Many friends came to visit Ranka-san and Jarou-san, including Jarou-san's son, though he's only come twice so far. We didn't want to cut off access, and thought they'd be apprehensive about visiting if we included these new markers in the family area, so a compromise was achieved. Their markers were placed in a secluded area near the back gate to facilitate visitors. We built a garden and fountain to surround the markers and benches installed. Vases and incense holders were built into the markers. The gardeners placed fresh flowers this morning.

We'd given her a few minutes, and the sobs had died down. "Would you like to be alone?"

"Yes, please," she sniffed, using the handkerchief Akira'd given her to mop her face.

"Then we'll see you when you get back to the mansion."

We both got up and backed away quietly but didn't go far enough to lose sight of her. I didn't want to leave her completely alone during her first visit.

.

"I hope you like your new home."

I got up and knelt down in front of the markers, reaching out to touch them, run my fingers over the kanji.

"Akira-ojisan and Umeko-obasan offered to bring you here for me, and I accepted. I know it's selfish wanting you close, but…"

But I need them close. I need to be able to talk to them.

"I hope you understand."

A leaf blew past, and the breeze dried my tears.

"Thank you."

Shivering in the early morning frost, I pulled my coat closer and sat on the blanket Umeko-obasan brought.

"So much has happened since the last time I visited. I've tried to keep up with the letters, but with my hand," I tried making a fist and winced. Must be the cold. "Writing's been difficult. I don't want to push too hard and have a setback."

I told them about my trip to Seoul and the trail. "I wish you were here for legal advice, Mom. I would definitely have hired you as a consultant." I laughed a little at the idea of Mom working for me. I'm sure she would have loved it.

"I'm still seeing my therapist and am doing better since the warehouse." I looked over my shoulder and lowered my voice, "I found out the man that stabbed me is dead. Ritsu and Shinobu made sure he could never hurt anyone else ever again."

The sound of fabric tearing made me look down. Crap. I've torn Akira-ojisan's handkerchief. Guess I'm more nervous than I thought.

"Am I a bad person for not being upset that he's dead?" The air was silent. "I hope not, because after what he did to me and how easy he did it, I'm sure he's hurt other women and girls. And if that's true, I think I'm fine with him not existing anymore."

This time the wind blew two petals off the flowers the gardeners left, landing right in front of me.

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xXx

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Breakfast, Café near Petto Chinmi:

As I was dashing out the door this morning to meet Fujioka-sama, Ruka reminded me of the date. It doesn't seem like it's been nine months since that fatal car accident. So much has happened since, both with the company and her life.

I decided since she's never mentioned it over any of the previous anniversaries, I wouldn't say anything today. So, I'm sitting here in the café sipping my tea and watching her coffee get cold.

She confirmed our breakfast last night but hadn't said anything about a time change. I was just about to text when she came through the door. "I'm sorry I'm late, Tanaki-san. I'd blame it on traffic, but it was poor scheduling on my part."

Her eyes were red and puffy, her nose raw.

It's easy to forget she's just seventeen and still grieving.

"No worries. Your coffee might be cold, however. Would you like another?" She nodded and I placed the order. The temperature didn't stop her from downing the one waiting on her in one go. She looks like she could fall asleep sitting here.

"Did you review Sato-san's email?"

"Yes. The trial seems to be going well. I'm encouraged he thinks closing arguments will be Tuesday or Wednesday."

"Exactly," she nodded, sipping her new coffee. "And the Seoul law firm agrees, so we might be going back sooner than we anticipated."

We spent a few minutes reviewing who should go and the logistics. "I'm sure security will insist on the Morinozuka apartment again, so I'll let them know during my weekly briefing on Sunday."

"What about the flight?"

"I'm sure the shuttle will be fine."

Over her shoulder, I saw Nagata-san and Thompson-san exchange a look. I see another private plane in the future.

She checked off something in her notebook. It's good to see her writing again, even if it's only a couple words rather than her usual flowing script that filled pages. "Everything seems ready for the ski shoot next week. I've approved the wardrobe and schedule."

"Will your agent be there?" I know it's a slightly touchy subject since she's still getting used to him, but he really should be there. That's his job.

"I told him all about it and forwarded him the details. I'm not sure if it will be him or his assistant. Just make sure that if one of them does come, their expenses are billed to me personally."

"Of course," I made a note for accounting.

"Are the offices ready for the security inspection this afternoon?"

"Yes. There is no reason to worry, Fujioka-sama."

"I know," she sighed and finished her coffee, "it's just…"

"I understand security can be concerning, but it really will be fine."

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xXx

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After Classes, Main Conference Room, Petto Chinmi:

We'd finished the briefing, so I stood up and addressed my staff, "Thank you, everyone. You all have the schedule. Please make sure you are available for the security inspectors."

As the meeting broke up into smaller groups, I headed for my office. None of the security team wanted to talk to me until after the inspection was over.

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Quimei-san (Frmr Chinese Cyber Security) & Kato-san (Petto Chinmi CIO and head of security, Frmr Haninozuka security):

"The Morinozuka and Haninozuka networks are hardened, and her family electronics are encrypted. If any hackers wanted to try for her personal information, they'd probably try through Petto Chinmi's firewalls first."

"I've made significant improvements to network security since I started…"

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Urbach-san (Frmr Israeli Military) & Goto-san (Morinozuka on-site guard):

I listened to the BOS officer translate as Urbach-san spoke, "This fence looks new, Goto-san."

"It is. We had it installed while she was out of the country at the Olympics two months ago." I waived her towards the checkpoint, "Each employee uses their ID and a four-digit pin to enter through the gate. We can disable any individual code or all of them from the security office or selected individuals can from an app on their phone."

"Impressive."

"We have the same setup at the warehouse, though she's not there very often."

Her narrowed eyes studied the parking lot, "Are there assigned spaces?"

"Just for the executives."

"And Fujioka-sama's?"

I pointed to a space towards the end of a row. "Since she isn't here every day, she asked that her space be the furthest of the assigned slots."

"Is there extra security for her car while it's parked?"

"There's a camera," I pointed to the side of the building, "that's focused on her spot, but nothing else. Her driver either stays with the car or drops her off and comes back, so it's not left unattended in the lot."

"Oh," she took a few notes, "makes sense." She stopped walking and looked up at me, "I don't believe it's germane to the inspection, but I'm curious…"

I nodded for her to go ahead. If it's sensitive, I won't answer.

"Who paid for the improvements?"

Is that all? I almost laughed. "Costs were split between Petto Chinmi and the Morinozuka family at Fujioka-sama's insistence. Her guardians wanted to pay for all the upgrades, but she wouldn't hear of it."

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Thompson-san (Hollywood Bodyguard) & Goto-san (Morinozuka on-site guard):

While waiting for Goto-san to finish his first meeting, I spoke with the marketing employees, receptionist, and Fujioka-sama's assistant about how they handled the fan mail and various deliveries.

So far, no red flags, but much room for improvement and streamlining. It's not urgent so I'll include it in my report rather than bringing it up here.

"Ah, Thompson-san, are you ready for me?"

I followed Goto-san into his office, and he shut the door, "I understand you want a detailed rundown on how I review her mail and my criteria for risk assessment?"

"Correct."

"Well," he pulled a box out of a filing cabinet, "here's today's mail. Why don't we go through it together?"

"Excellent idea."

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Hartwell-san (Frmr American Secret Service) & Haruhi:

"We're finished, Fujioka-sama." I paused to let my translator catch up. I'm one of three members of Ogata's team that know Japanese, but I'm much better at listening than speaking. "I just have a few things to go over with you."

She stood and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Harwell-san," then invited me to sit down.

I took a seat and studied her office. Not what I expected. One complete wall was a whiteboard covered in notes, torn out articles, and printed pie-charts. Looks like a ten-year plan. Also looks like money's tight.

Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows behind her. At least the window overlooks the parking lot rather than the street.

I was about to start my report when she spoke, "May I ask what particular expertise you have that caused you to be assigned to this inspection?"

"I'm former US Secret Service specializing in running the protection details for the President's children. I was assigned because of your high profile."

"Oh."

"You'll be seeing both me and Thompson-san tagging along with your detail as we evaluate your security." I said it gently. Rumor has it she's still having panic attacks from the kidnapping. I know I was relieved to find out she's seeing a therapist. No one goes through something like that without being affected.

"Sounds good." She gingerly picked up a pen and pulled a notebook closer, "Anything to be concerned about?"

"Well, our recommendations will be included in the security audit's final report, but we do have one thing we recommend doing immediately."

"Oh?"

"Changing out all windows so no one can see in. It's a security risk that someone could watch and track your movements from outside the building."

The color drained from her face, and she swallowed hard, "You think someone would do that?" It came out as a whisper; I had to strain to hear it.

"I think it's an easy fix, so you don't have to worry about it."

She stared at me for a few moments. I listened as her breath sped up and watched small beads of sweat appear on her upper lip. Finally, she nodded, "I'll speak with Kato-san about it."

"Thank you, Fujioka-sama."

My attention was drawn to her thumb as she started fidgeting with a ring. I looked closer and realized it was a spinner. I looked back up at her face and thought she winked at me. Then it happened again. A tic in the corner of her eye.

I decided it's best to end the meeting and let her come to terms with what I just hit her with. I was just about to stand when she beat me to it, "Thank you for your review, Hartwell-san. I appreciate everything your team is doing to help me feel safe."

I stood and bowed, "You're welcome, Fujioka-sama. Please let me know if you have any further questions.

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As soon as he left my office, my legs gave out and I fell back into my chair. I'd done so well holding off the panic but couldn't anymore.

Then the shaking started.

They want me to change out all the windows into one-way glass.

The windows…

Panic surged and my stomach clenched. I'm back being thrown by the waves. Being pushed under…can't breathe…

The windows…

Suddenly, I could feel hundreds of eyes boring into my back through the window behind me. I'm not alone. I'm never alone.

I sank to the floor and crawled under the window to hide. Huddled there, my back pressed against the wall, I hugged my knees to my chest and started rocking.

This is my office. My company. I'm supposed to be safe here. I'm supposed to be in charge here.

The room's going dark…I can't breathe…

I started ripping at my scarf and jacket…so hot…

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I saw the team off then headed for Haruhi-sama's office to see when she wanted to leave.

"Haruhi-sama?" I called out as I opened the door.

My eyes scanned the room in a practiced sweep. Not at her desk. I had to move to the side to see her on the floor under the window.

Shit.

"Haruhi-sama!"

Curled in a ball, rocking back and forth, she was panting hard.

No one else is in the room. There's no threat. She hasn't had a panic attack in several days that I know of.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"The window…" she whimpered, tucking herself tighter against the wall.

The window?

Of course. The review wants to change them out. I'm sure someone looking in never occurred to her.

I reached up and pulled the blinds down. "It's OK. No one can see in now. I've lowered the blinds." There's a fine line for what physical interaction is appropriate between me as her detail head and her, but I've rubbed her back to calm her down before, so I reached out and started comforting her. Her whole body instantly tensed before slowly beginning to relax. "You're safe here. Nothing's going to happen."

It took a few minutes, but she finally got her breathing under control. "Nagata-san?"

"Yes?"

"How soon can the windows be changed?"

"I'll talk to Kato-san and Goto-san. We'll get them done over the weekend." And bill it to Morinozuka security because of the rush.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and blew it out, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Haruhi-sama."

We sat for a few more minutes as her breathing gradually steadied before she checked the blinds, "Guess I better get back to the estate and get ready."

For her dinner date with Takashi-sama. She still wants to go? "Do you want to wear a disguise?"

She slowly shook her head, vulnerability slowly giving way to determination, "It wouldn't work. We're going to Tamaki's co-op to try the café and see the gallery. There might be press and they'd see through it and ruin it for the future."

Before I could ask if she still thought it was a good idea to even go, she read my mind, "I'll be fine. Takashi will be there to keep my mind off of security."

"Very well."

I helped her up, and she packed her briefcase to leave.

As we walked through the door, she glanced back at the window. I heard her mumble, "One more thing."

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Dinner, Café, Ooka Artist Co-op:

Something's off.

I could tell the moment I picked her up at home. She's quieter than usual. Her eyes seem haunted.

"I saw my parents and Jarou-san's new memorials this morning."

Of course. How could I have forgotten? I've been busy at different offices all day, but that's no excuse.

I'm assuming Mother and Father escorted her. "I…" What do I even say? Did you have a good visit? Did you like the memorials? It must be a relief to be able to see them without the press around?

She must not have heard me, because she continued on, "I told them about the trial and how things are going." The smile she gave was sad, "I think they like the new location. Before we left tonight, Nagata-san told me a couple of Dad's friends from the bar stopped by to see them."

"I know my parents will be pleased they felt comfortable enough to do so."

What is wrong with me? I sound so formal.

That group in the booth in the corner keeps looking over here, but I usually don't get this distracted. Looking back at Haruhi, I forced myself to focus. She's my girlfriend. The girlfriend I wasn't sure I'd ever get. The girlfriend I've loved for years. She deserves all my attention.

"How was your day?" she asked, tilting her head. Dammit. She can tell I'm distracted.

"Busy. I took Eto-san, my new assistant, to all of my businesses and introduced him around. We had status update meetings at each, and he learned quite a bit about his new responsibilities." I would have done this much sooner, but with classes and Keiko's death, it was bumped down in priority.

"Do you think he's right for the job?"

"Yes," I said and was surprised there was no hesitation. After what happened with Yamamoto-san and his husband, finding and breaking in a new assistant worried me. "I'm thankful I had Aoi-san's help in the selection."

"Well, a second opinion is rarely a bad thing." She looked down at the menu, "Dinner was delicious, but you ate dessert here on Wednesday. What do you recommend?"

I told her what everyone tried but recommended the strawberry ichigo daifuku. I ordered the same, thinking that if I didn't finish, she'd help me.

"How's Ranka's doing?"

"Full to capacity every night…"

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I'm embarrassed to admit my mind wandered as Takashi told me about how successful Ranka's is.

I think if I had realized how crazy this would all get, I would have never agreed to be Karou's model, despite the charity tie-ins I negotiated. Giving up so much of my personal life and freedom hasn't been worth it.

That doesn't include what happened to Shinobu and me. I'd go through all that again in a heartbeat to save those women and girls. That was completely worth everything that happened. And I know she feels the same way.

But now they want to change out all the windows in Petto Chinmi's office building. There must be hundreds. And money is already so tight. Would the bank give us another loan?

The really aggravating thing is I've accepted that people will be watching when I'm out in public. I hate it, and I'm not used to it, but it's a reality I've accepted. But not in my private spaces.

This is one of those changes Chika's talking about. Another thing about my new life that I'll have to accept.

Doesn't mean I have to like it.

"If you're finished, how about we take a look in the gallery?"

I looked down at my empty plate. That ichigo daifuku was delicious. I practically inhaled it.

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Thirty more minutes and my shift will be over. Working as the gallery store clerk for a few hours a week as a tradeoff for my studio and living space was a great deal. An opportunity I never thought I'd get. But it's boring.

And this guy's been hanging out in here for the last twenty something minutes looking at everything, picking it all up and reading the descriptions, but doesn't really seem that interested. He's paying more attention to the people eating in the café.

Weirdo.

"Oh, look at the cats, Takashi."

I wandered over to the new customers, but not before I noticed that strange guy ducking behind a display case. I thought about calling security, but a guy in a suit that came in with them started watching him. Must be a security officer I haven't met yet. The mannerisms and cut of the suit match.

"They look just like Koko and Nodoka."

"Hn."

The girl picked up my small sculpture of a white and black cat done like the yin and yang. Not sure what my inspiration was except I thought it might sell. "Do you have cats?"

She jumped and fumbled with the sculpture, but her friend caught it before it could hit the floor. "Thanks, Takashi," she mumbled, then turned to me with her hand on her chest.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's no problem." He handed her the cats back, and she smiled, "I have two, a black one and a white one."

"Then my sculpture is perfect for you."

"Your sculpture? You're the artist," she looked at my nametag, "Tanikawa-san?"

"Yes. I'm currently one of the artists-in-residence here at Ooka," I said with a bow and a smile.

"It's beautiful. Does it depict your cats?"

Nice smile. "No. To be honest, I've wanted to be a sculptor for as long as I can remember, but once I started art school, I realized just how many different forms that can take. This," I gestured to the cats in her hand, "was an experiment more than anything."

"And a successful one, since I'll be buying it."

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Dinner, Akito's Rooms, Ootori Estate:

"How are your classes going?"

"Fine." He took another bite of duck and a sip of wine. "Harder than I expected."

That's the same answer I always get. Does he not want to talk about it, or does he think I won't understand? I know I'm only in high school, but I get that medical school classes are hard.

He must have realized he hasn't been paying that much attention to me, because he set down his fork and smiled, "How are the photography lessons going?"

I'm sure my face lit up, "Great! I'm learning all kinds of things." I thought back over my week and realized we haven't really talked that much. Not even on Wednesday at the apartment. "Jigoku-san and I went to Odaiba on Tuesday for the sunset. I took hundreds of pictures."

"Hundreds?"

"Well," I felt my face heating up and tried to shake it off, "Jigoku-san says to take lots and lots of pictures, especially when the light's changing. It's not like a portrait where I've got time to pick and choose."

"Makes sense."

"He also says that the only way I'll ever learn what all the settings do it to keep playing with them, take dozens of pictures of the same thing on different settings to see what changes."

"Sounds like he's a good instructor for you." Then his smile faded, and he focused back on his food, "I'm glad you found him since I'm so busy this semester."

It's so sweet he worries that much about spending time with me. I reached over the table and took his hand, "Don't worry about me. I'm so busy with classes, photography, the literature club, writing my story, and my friends. Concentrate on your classes. It's just one more semester."

That brought the smile back, "Thanks."

"Sure."

"So, are you looking forward to learning to ski?"

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xXx

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Late Evening, Mori's Car, Headed back to Morinozuka Estate:

Driving away from Tamaki's Co-op I finally felt like no one was watching. Takashi's car is more luxurious than my SUV with leather and wood everywhere, but that doesn't matter. What does are his tinted windows.

I lifted my arms over my head and stretched my tight muscles. Didn't realize I was so tense. "Thank you for dinner."

"You're welcome."

"I'm sorry I couldn't come with the rest of you on Wednesday, but I'm sure that won't be the only opportunity."

He just nodded, keeping his eyes on the road.

I'm a nervous enough passenger, so I turned to my window and watched Tokyo go by so he could concentrate on his driving.

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That's the third turn.

I'm sure that blue car's been with us since we left the co-op.

How has security not noticed? If they had, they should have informed me via phone, but nothing so far.

I glanced quickly at Haruhi. She's just watching the city go by.

If he follows us through the next turn, that means they're taking Rainbow Bridge too.

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"Follow car 1 to other cars…Blue 4-door has been following since we left. Going to let him get between follow cars 3 and 4 and see what he does. Lead car, no change in route."

"Lead car, confirmed."

"Follow 3 and 4, if they are still with us after the Rainbow Bridge, we'll box them in and force them over."

"Follow 3, confirmed."

"Follow 4, confirmed."

Yamaguchi turned to me, "You sure you want to play around like that?"

"I'll call Oshiro-sama and confirm, but we've got six follow cars and one lead car, and Takashi-sama has trained with our drivers. We can't afford to let this chance go by if it's one of her current, high-level threats."

We all watched the car make the right and head for Rainbow Bridge.

I picked up the phone to call Oshiro-sama.

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Why hasn't Nagata or Yamaguchi called? It's obvious that car is following us.

What if it's the letter writers? What if they are attempting a kidnapping?

As soon as we crossed the bridge, I took a hard left, veering from our confirmed route. If he follows us…

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"Lead car…we've lost the primaries. Took the first left off the bridge without warning."

"This is Nagata. Confirmed. Lead car, continue your route in case he joins back up with you."

Follow 1 (Yamaguchi and me) along with 2, 3, and 4 have already taken the turn.

"Follow 5 and 6, keep on designated route. Will guide you back as needed."

"Follow 5, confirmed."

"Follow 6, confirmed."

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I was almost asleep when Takashi whipped around a corner.

This isn't the right way…

"Takashi?"

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They're still with us.

And security still hasn't called.

I slammed my brakes and turned right.

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xXx

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Author's Note:

This one was long. Dad and I are hoping to get to New Year's in this book, but that will never happen if I don't get it moving…so you might be getting longer chapters and seeing some time skips.

We're going to see Cho having problems with Keiko's death for a while. They were best friends since they were kids, so it's a huge hole in her life. Not sure about a new maid of honor. Whatever happens won't be decided for a while. Honey hasn't even proposed yet. I had a great idea for his proposal, but with the Keiko arc, it just doesn't work anymore. I'm open to ideas, but there will be no elopement and no rushed wedding. (Remember, I don't do pregnancy scares, so he won't be comforting her with sex and then rushing down the aisle.)

Wanted to do a lot more with the Seoul trial but ended up cutting a bunch. Decided it was interesting to me, but probably not so much to anyone else. This will probably be the trial we see the most of. I know we're all getting tired of this dragging out, but I have a plan.

About Bu and the spies planted by the fathers…what should she do? Leaving them dead on the doorstep isn't going to happen, but should she acknowledge she knows about them? Dad burst out laughing when I read her emails. Talk about blunt and to the point. Wish I could write business emails like that.

Tokyo Disney will be next chapter, but probably not the thing to cheer her up that everyone hopes for. But I bet Takami and Renge have fun.

I've said before that my OTP is Kyoya/Haruhi, but that's obviously not going to happen in this story. So, if he can't have Haruhi, I'm going to make him miserable. Will he go through with an arranged marriage?

The Go salon was planned for a while, and I think it turned out ok. Dad and I went back and forth about if Haruhi would let Nagata answer her phone. Dad wanted her to give him the phone, and I just couldn't see her giving it up even if it would be turned off. Forwarding the calls was the compromise, and we both think it worked. I did my best to describe the calm she felt being able to put everything else on hold and just do that. As for Umeko's plan, it will be after the ski trip before you find that out.

So, we finally find out about moving the graves. Decided writing about how they designed it and everything would be boring, so just did an info dump here. I figured if they put it near the rear gate, their friends could still come and visit either with advance notice or during scheduled times. Won't go into that much detail.

Was always going to have them suggest about changing her windows, but the panic attack just came out as I was writing the scene. I think it makes what happens at the beginning of the next chapter work even better.

So…what's up with the blue car? And what the hell is Mori doing?

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Next Chapter:

Akito and Yuki have some fun…Heaven and Hell opens with surprise guests…we visit Tokyo Disney…and Neon…Haruhi helps select two models…we find out what's up with the blue car… and a blowup of epic proportions!

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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Ouran High School Host Club. I also do not own, nor am I making any money from, the following: Olympics, Lego, any real restaurant, business, artist, food product, movie, game, location, or really anything else that exists. I do, however, own any original characters and the plot of this story.