Author's Note:

Welcome back to the 6th installment of "The Last Straw" series, or what has turned into the Ouran Soap Opera.

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Date Posted: September 9, 2023

Trigger Warnings: Language

The Painful Truth - Chapter 29: Photography Lesson

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Sunday, October 30:

Breakfast, Various Estates, Tokyo

Morinozuka's:

"Just us this morning?" Akira asked as he joined me out on the veranda for breakfast, his hair still wet from his post-training shower.

I nodded, "Satoshi's sleeping in, and Haruhi's already left for her photoshoot." I held up the paper so he could see the Every Woman ads I was looking at, "Did you ever think we'd have a child who models?"

"No." He slid into his seat and poured a large cup of tea, "and I wish we hadn't allowed her to do it."

"I wasn't about to tell a grieving child that she couldn't do one of the last things her father approved of and was excited for."

"And look where that's gotten her. All the media attention, the fans, the stalkers, everything. It's exponentially worse now that she's doing Petto Chinmi ads and after all that exposure from the kidnapping." He stared down at his fish and sighed, "I just want to hide her away from the world. Somewhere I know she'd be safe."

"You sound like Takashi."

"I agree with Takashi, but," he broke in before I could say anything, "I also understand the world. Takashi's young. Once he matures more, and definitely after he has his own children, he'll know you can't hide from life, you have to face it." A deep breath and another sigh. "I won't hide her away any more than I'd hide either of the boys. But I will make sure that her new security head is up to the challenge in ways Eiji never was."

I looked out over the gardens and tried to block the visceral reaction in my stomach as I remembered Haruhi-chan missing. The pain. The fear. Akira's right. Her new head must be ready for her fame. Must already have that experience.

"Anything else interesting in the paper?"

"There's a feature about Sugahara Keiko. It talks about the family, her education and background, her time at Stanford, then goes into frankly too much detail about her murder, and ends with the funeral yesterday."

He reached out and took my hand, "Stop thinking about if that had been Haruhi-chan. It wasn't." He knows me so well.

"It's hard. Just a few weeks ago, I expected the worst."

"I know, but we got her back safely."

I tried to put it all out of my head as I turned the page and read about Tamaki-kun's artist co-op that's opening this week.

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Haninozuka's:

I focused on my grilled fish and tried to ignore Kumi's plate overflowing with pancakes drenched in syrup, bacon, scrambled eggs, and grilled tomatoes of all things. No morning sickness today.

"Your son is making me crazy."

"My son?" She only ever refers to one of them as 'your son' when she's upset. "Which one, and what's he done?"

"Yasuchika." She ate another huge bite of eggs. "Does he not realize I've been pregnant twice before?"

"I'm sure he does," I tried not to smirk. I never expected our youngest to be so overprotective of his mother.

"I have a private doctor, an obstetrician, dozens of books, the internet, and experience of two previous pregnancies. I do not need my sixteen-year-old son to tell me not to drink caffeine or to exercise more."

"I'm sure it's not that bad."

She rolled her eyes and snorted at me, but the effect was probably not what she wanted with her cheeks puffed out with a mouth full of pancake. "He just wants what's best for you and the baby."

"And that's why I haven't yelled at him…yet."

She turned the newspaper page, and we both saw the feature on Keiko-chan. We taught our boys to respect women, respect people. Respect their individuality, humanity, wishes, and bodies. I just cannot comprehend the sheer entitlement and narcissism that that boy must possess to do that.

"I'm worried about Mitsukuni." I studied her face marred by a deep frown. "There's only so much he can do to help Nomura-chan, and I know he's concerned about her."

"Well, like you said, there's only so much he can do."

"I don't want him to do something desperate to try to help her."

"Like what?"

"Like elope."

I know she's serious, but I don't see that happening. Not our Mitsukuni. Not after all the negotiations for the contract. Perhaps it's the hormones. "We'll just have to keep watch for it."

"Will you talk to him? Make sure he's not planning on that?"

"Yes." I don't think it's necessary, but I will just for her peace of mind.

I flipped the page and smiled. Maybe this will keep her mind off worrisome issues. "It looks Mitsukuni is expanding Bun Bun's. That bakery is a perfect business for him."

"It definitely is." She looked down at her empty plate. "One of their cakes sounds good right now."

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Hitachiin's:

"If she were only fifteen centimeters taller, she'd be a perfect runway model."

I glanced at the paper my wife was reading and saw a picture of Haruhi-chan at the Statue of Liberty. "Maybe, but she'd hate it, if you could even get her to do it."

"True." She pulled the fashion section of a different paper over and turned it towards me, "The candids in New York and DC were a fantastic idea. Kaoru's really coming into his own." She flipped the page, "And they did a great job with the airbrushing. You can't even tell some maniac sliced her face."

I poured another cup of coffee and changed the subject, "What do you think about the ski trip the boys told us about?"

"Just what the group needs. Hikaru especially." She looked up at me, and I was surprised to see her forehead puckered and the deep lines around her eyes.

"He's been talking to his doctor more, and they've resumed regular weekly in-person sessions."

"I hope it's enough."

"Are you worried about something specific?"

That's when she reached for the paper on the seat next to her and tossed it to me. It was open to a feature about Sugahara Keiko. "Things keep happening to his friends."

I skimmed the article. Disgraceful what happened.

I reached out and put my hand on hers, "Trust the doctor. If Hika's getting help a couple times a week, he'll see any big problems and either head them off or let us know."

"I suppose."

"It's like you told Karou when he had those problems with that lawsuit…trust the professionals."

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Houshakuji's [he's in Tokyo for business]:

"You asked to see me, Houshakuji-sama?"

Looking up from my buttered croissant, I leveled a serious glare at my Japanese security head, "Thank you for getting here so quickly, Oshakada-san." I held up the paper so he could see the article on Keiko's murder, "Have you read this?"

"I have. All group family security heads are being kept informed through the Black Onion Squad of any new information as well."

"Is my daughter safe?" I'd asked for a full assessment of her detail. He's had enough time.

"I believe she's as safe as we can currently make her. The security review Ogata-san's doing will find any deficiencies."

"I want a background check of every student in her year at Ouran, not just the ones in her class. If there's any indication that a student could do something like this…"

"Of course, Houshakuji-sama. Right away."

"Thank you."

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Cho's:

"Do you think we should hold her back from classes tomorrow? I'm not sure she's ready." Daizo only grunted. "She was a wreck yesterday at the funeral, and Mitsukuni had to help her out of the car and into the house after."

Another grunt,

"Daizo? Are you listening to me?"

He finally tore his eyes from the paper and looked over at me, "Yes, I'm listening. I'm sure she'll be fine."

"What on earth makes you say that?"

"Our security head and her detail head have talked to campus security. She's cleared to have two of her guards in the class with her sitting on either side. They'll do nothing but watch the class and make sure there's nothing threatening going on. If there's one single classmate that looks at her wrong, they'll see it and follow up. She'll be safe."

"I'm not worried about her safety." He just raised a brow at me. "OK, yes, I am worried about her safety, but that's not the reason I'm worried about her going back to classes. She's mourning the loss of her best friend. Her mind's scattered. I'm not sure she's mentally ready."

"What did Mitsukuni say about it when you spoke with him last night?"

"He's free during her classes and offered to go with her, but she turned him down. He thinks we should let her try. It might get her mind off Keiko for a bit."

"Let her go, Mie. If she can't handle the first one, she can come back."

"I suppose."

He'd turned back to the paper and started reading again.

"What has you so interested?"

"Bun Bun's is expanding. He really isn't the child I thought he was. But I'm glad they have to wait at least a year to get married. I'm too young to be a grandfather."

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Suoh's:

"It's a tragedy when someone dies before their time, but someone so young…"

I looked up at Yuzuru when he took my hand, "It was a terrible tragedy. We've had our children's mortality brought to our attention too many times this last year."

I nodded and stared at Keiko-chan's pictures in the paper. Most are from different social media accounts, different red carpets and the like. But her formal Ouran graduation picture to me is the most heartbreaking. She looks so young and innocent.

"Watase-san sent me a report about how the student body is reacting. She graduated last year, so her peers are gone. Those left that knew her are reacting as expected. The counselors have offered their services, but no one has shown any interest yet."

"What about Rene and Renge?"

"They weren't that close, but we'll keep an eye on them."

"Alright."

I went back to my breakfast but didn't have much of an appetite. A headline caught my eye. "With everything that's happened in the last few days, I completely forgot about Rene's co-op opening on Tuesday." I handed him the article, "We should go and maybe have lunch in the café and see the artwork in the shop."

"Excellent idea."

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Himura's:

Outrageous. To think there were two security guards right there and she was still murdered. Right in front of their eyes.

They should both be thankful they aren't part of our security team. Any Himura guard that stood there and watched my baby get slaughtered wouldn't live to see their next sunrise. I'd do it myself, too. Well, I might let Junto have one of them. Maybe.

Still, it would never happen to Shinobu. She'd kill anyone that tried anything. She'd come out on top, no matter what.

Except she didn't when that disgusting Daiju kidnapped her.

"Arisa?"

"It's nothing."

He doesn't need to hear it all again. We've been through it over and over. The bottom line is we have her back, and she's safe now. And married.

I jumped a bit when he started talking, "I can't believe my daughter is the head of a syndicate. She's at my level. She's got a seat at the Tokyo head's table." He's right. I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it. "She seems to be doing a good job so far."

"Do you have a spy over there?"

"Yes, but only for her own good. It's not like I'd ever take action against her syndicate."

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Shido's:

I watched my pregnant wife slurp down ramen for breakfast. Then switch to waffles. Maybe the decision to have breakfast in bed today wasn't the best. She's already gotten syrup on the blanket, and the crumbs from her doughnut are itching my legs.

"Yuki-chan's been quiet."

"Uh huh," and more chewing. Then finally a big swallow. "She and Keiko weren't that close, but it's still a shock for everyone in the group. She's been taking a lot of pictures these last couple of days."

"Meeting that photographer was a good thing. Hopefully he can help build her confidence."

"Are you going to eat your rice?"

I just rolled my eyes and handed it over. "I've talked to her detail head, and they've closed up tighter and added another guard." When she gave me a questioning glance, I clarified, "If it could happen to Keiko it could happen to anyone."

"At Ouran? Surely not."

"Maybe not there, but when she's out in public."

"Mmm." Maybe I should call for more rice. "I'm more worried about Kyoya. He went to school with her. They hung out together in California."

"He was fine yesterday at the funeral."

"No, he wasn't." She shook her head at me, "A sister can tell. You just aren't around him often enough to see it. He was a wreck. And every time I saw him at the reception, his wine glass was full, so either he's drinking again or was just using it as a prop."

"Maybe, but the ski trip is a good idea for him and the rest of them."

"Definitely. And I'm glad that cabin will be getting some use. With the baby, we probably won't go there for at least a year." Her tray was finally empty, and she pushed it away. "Too bad Akito can't get away from class."

"All Yuki's friends will be there. She'll be fine."

"I know. It's more that he needs a break. I think that internship was harder than he let on."

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Kasanoda's:

I tossed the paper on the table and leaned back to finish my coffee.

Not a bad write up on his community gardens. Three so far with fruit, vegetables, and herbs. And the elder's wives made it a point to talk about how much it was helping them save on groceries.

Guess I need to finally admit I'm impressed, as much as I'd rather him focus on our business, he does have to make some of his own decisions.

Glancing around the empty dining room, there's something else I need to admit. My son might be a big pain in the ass sometimes, but I miss him.

Maybe I could get them to come over for dinner some night this week.

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Sugahara's:

"Try to eat something, Yoko. Please."

I took a bite of fish just to get him to stop talking.

We buried our baby yesterday, and the world just kept on going. We're here eating breakfast, reading the paper, and our lives will never be the same. Ever.

She's gone.

And my heart feels empty.

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Morning, Ad Agency Studios:

"Thanks again for inviting me, Haruhi."

"It's no problem. I'm just sorry I hadn't thought of it before." She paused for a minute so they could fix her lipstick. Her lips didn't change color – must be just a gloss. "Are you sure being here will help? I thought you wanted to concentrate on outdoor pictures."

"I do, but I'm hoping to learn more about the camera itself and all the different settings while I watch."

"Sounds good." They fluffed her hair one more time, and she stood up to head back over. This was her first wardrobe change and she's wearing the cutest long skirt and sweater. I definitely couldn't pull off that ice blue, but it works on her. "I've let the head photographer know you're here to watch, so feel free to go anywhere as long as you don't get between the dogs and the treats."

As soon as she got to the set they made up to look like a living room, she was surrounded by dogs. I focused in on her face and took a couple of shots.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard, "Not bad," over my shoulder.

Spinning around, I glared at the woman standing there. Obviously one of the photographers with that camera in her hands, she looks like she's in her thirties. Casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, she smiled, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's no problem. I'm jumpy today." I looked around the room then back to her, "Don't want to get in anyone's way."

"Well, why don't you hang out with me. Fujioka-sama said you wanted to observe. Just walking around and snapping pictures won't teach you as much as shadowing a photographer. And since it's all stills, I can explain as I go."

What an opportunity! But this is Haruhi's shoot, not some random park. "Are you sure I won't be in your way? I don't want to be a bother."

"I'm sure you'll be fine. Just stay behind me."

"Thank you so much."

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Afternoon, Streets of Tokyo:

"You're doing so well, Tamaki-kun."

"Thank you, Renge-chan." I turned left, hugging the curb.

This is the first time security's let me drive her since I hit Honey's car at the fashion show. I had to drive twenty hours without an incident before her detail head would even let me ask to drive my darling fiancée again.

"Where are we going?"

I'd told her it was a surprise, to just dress casual. "Shopping. We haven't explored the manga and anime shop I found online last night."

I love that smile. And I'm going to get to see it for the rest of my life.

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"Follow car to base…so far, no issues. Keeping to speed limits and taking turns with enough space."

I should hope so. Suoh-sama threatened him with taking his car away for three months if he couldn't drive safely today.

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Evening, Security Headquarters, Morinozuka Estate:

Chika and his detail head, Koba, picked me up at the library and we headed to my weekly security meeting. So far, Takashi hasn't said anything about attending since we had our talk after the first one.

We walked in, and I was surprised to see not only Akira-ojisan here but Ogata-san and another of his team. Can't remember his name…

"Fujioka-sama, Haninozuka-sama, allow me to introduce Thompson Anthony-san. You'll remember him from the Zoom call. Thompson-san has many years experience as a bodyguard in Hollywood and will be accompanying you to Seoul this week. You'll also probably be seeing him accompanying your detail quite often, Fujioka-sama, as he has the most experience with celebrity and the fans."

After formalities, we all took our seats. Nagata-san, my temporary head, led the meeting. "The Seoul trip is our main discussion today. Haruhi-sama, has the schedule changed since we last reviewed it?"

"No."

"Excellent. I'll just give a quick run-through."

I must have zoned out a bit, because the next thing I knew, everyone was staring at me, and Nagata-san was saying my name, "Haruhi-sama? Anything you'd like to add?"

Considering I have no idea what he said, "No. I don't think so."

"Alright then. A team of ten plus Thompson-san will be going with you."

"Ten? That many?"

Akira-ojisan cleared his throat, "Yes. That many. There will be no security incidents."

Well, what do I know about security? "Alright."

Koba-san spoke up, "I'll be bringing four along with me for Yasuchika-sama."

Why does he only need five?

Because he's a lethal weapon himself. Because he has such a low profile. Because he's not traveling commercial. Because he doesn't have his face plastered all over Tokyo.

"Then we're all set to leave on Tuesday after classes." He closed one folder and opened another, "As for current threats, it's been a quiet week. Nothing new from either the parent's group or the pervert. A few fan letters were flagged and are being researched, but we don't expect them to rise to a level of concern."

A quiet week. Guess that's what happens when I stay off television, don't walk any red carpets, and keep my mouth closed.

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Monday, October 31:

After Classes, Kaoru's Office, Hitachiin Studios:

Not sure about this one. Too edgy? It is for spring, so sleeveless makes sense. The shoulder straps are wide, so it's not like it's a skimpy tank top. Should I add cap sleeves?

"Kaoru?"

I didn't even look up, "Mom, can you come look at this? I need a second opinion."

She came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. "It's good. What's the concern?"

"Sleeveless."

"They can always wear one of the suit jackets over it. I think the younger women will like it."

"Thanks."

That's when I turned around and saw the security people. Great.

"Something wrong?"

"Security review inspection. They've been inspecting the studios all day. I followed them down here when we knew you arrived."

"Hitachiin-sama," a woman in her fifties stepped forward. She's one of Ogata-san's team, "I'm Felipa Ledesma, and I'm the lead for your family and associated businesses."

"It's good to meet you, but please call me Kaoru."

"Thank you, Kaoru-sama. As Hitachiin-sama was saying, we've inspected all other areas of the business so far and have saved your studio and the Every Woman offices until you could be available."

"Alright. What do you need from me?"

"Just a quick introduction to your staff and a request that they cooperate with us."

"Easily done," I started for the door, but she called me back.

"Before we move on to the physical inspection, I need to discuss one of your employees."

That doesn't sound good. "Why? Which one?"

"Eto Konomi, your sample maker. Are you aware she has a criminal background?"

Well, shit.

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After Classes, Therapist's Office, Tokyo:

"And so just because she said no to a date, he stabs her right in the restaurant!"

I'd read the newspaper feature. I'd read some of the gossip. Since Haruhi knew Keiko-san, I wanted to know as much as possible before she arrived. She's been pacing and ranting for almost ten minutes now.

"What kind of jackass thinks he's got the right to demand a date like that? And what are they teaching their sons over there in America about how to handle rejection? 'She says no, so just kill her?'" She spun and glared at me, "What the hell? How can something like that just happen?"

"He obviously has a very warped sense of entitlement."

"You think?" She took a deep breath, blew it out, and plopped down on the sofa. In a voice very much like a lost little girl, she said, "Her security was right there, and they couldn't stop it. They were right there."

"They were used to him being around her, correct?"

"Yeah. They'd studied and gone out to eat before, so they weren't worried." She put her elbows on her knees and dropped her face into her hands. "So now security has to change again. They're bringing eleven people to Seoul with me."

"Is that number significant?"

Her head jerked up, "It's huge. I'm flying over in a private plane and staying in an apartment that's already got Morinozuka level security. When I'm not in the apartment, I'll be either at my lawyer's office, the courtroom, or touring a factory. It's not like I'll be walking down crime riddled streets or riding public transportation or anything."

"Or be in a pet store."

That stopped her cold. Her head tilted a bit, and she just stared at me.

"Well, shit."

I nodded. And waited for her to process.

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Make up your mind, Haruhi.

Is security necessary or a burden?

You're still having panic attacks, though not as many. You still jump at loud noises. You still get nervous in small spaces.

Security helps with all that.

You were just kidnapped and held for days with no one knowing where you were. They plucked you out of a pet store like they were shopping.

Obviously, you need security.

Ten plus an observer.

Actually, I bet the number is smaller than they originally were thinking when I was going to fly commercial both ways and stay in a hotel that the company could afford.

You can't have it both ways. Either you need security, and you accept it, or you don't need them and they're a burden. Which is it?

"Accept."

"Excuse me?"

"It's what Chika said. I need to let go of all my objections and accept that this life and this lifestyle is my new normal. Learn to live within it." I dropped my face back into my hands, "Some times are harder than others."

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After Classes, Kaoru's Office, Hitachiin Studios:

"Nothing showed up on the background check we did."

"It's in her juvenile record." I held back my criticism of their security. Why they didn't check juvenile records, I don't understand.

"But she's got to be in her thirties now." Karou-sama took a deep breath, "What is it?"

"Shoplifting."

I'm not sure what I expected, but him shrugging and waiving it off wasn't it. "Oh, is that all?"

"Yes." Isn't he concerned she could be stealing from his company? And Hitachiin-san doesn't seem concerned either.

Now he's smiling. "Let's go to the staff offices and find out what happened."

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I'm not sure why Omigawa-sama's assistant called me into her office. It can't be because I'm behind on my work. Kaoru-sama hasn't sent any new designs in over a week, so I'm all caught up.

I opened the door and walked in. Who are all these people?

Kaoru-sama introduced me to a woman with a deep Spanish accent, but with a surprisingly good grasp of Japanese, then waived me into a seat.

"Tell us about your shoplifting charge Eto-san."

That was over fifteen years ago. Why didn't they bring this up when I interviewed?

"Eto-san?"

Right. Say something.

"I was fifteen. I was an idiot when I was younger. I thought I'd be tough if I joined a girl gang. Stealing something was the initiation." Am I really going to lose my job over something that stupid?

Kaoru-sama just laughed, "Did you get in?"

"No." Not only did I get arrested, but I had to take their bullying for over a year. "They only wanted those that didn't get caught."

"I assume you don't do that anymore."

"No, Kaoru-sama. Just that once."

"OK." He stood up and everyone else followed. "Back to work."

I swallowed hard, "I still have a job?"

"Sure. I'll have a couple new designs to you by the end of the week."

"Thank you, Kaoru-sama," and a walked out as fast as I could.

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"What?" Karou asked Ledesma-san as she just stared at him. My son handled that perfectly.

"That's it?"

"Sure," he shrugged. "This is fashion, not banking. If we only employed people without records, we'd miss out on a lot of creative thinkers. I'm surprised you didn't find more."

"I do have a list to go over with Hitachiin-san."

I just shrugged and headed for the door, "Let's go back to my office and see if it matches my list."

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Dinner, Dining Room, Shido Estate:

Even with the Ootori name, I couldn't get that bastard's competency hearing moved up. We'll have to wait until next week for him to be declared fit for trial. I don't care that they're telling me that next week is incredibly fast for America. It's too slow. Of course, he's fit for trial. He's a misogynistic, narcissistic asshole – not fucking crazy. He knew what he was doing. He knew killing her was wrong. He just didn't fucking care.

If I didn't want to see him in prison for the rest of his life, I'd talk to Kasanoda about having him killed. But he deserves a long life in prison, denied his freedom, denied his choices. And I'll do my very best to make sure he's fucking miserable every fucking second.

"Uncle Kyoya?"

I winced as my neck popped swiveling so fast to turn to Sota-kun. I opened my mouth, closed it, took a breath, and tried again, "Yes, Sota-kun?" I will not snap at my nephew. It's not his fault my life is shit.

I must not have hid my irritation well enough, because his voice sounded like an apology, "Will you come play Legos with me after dinner? Please?"

I hope my smile doesn't look forced, "Sure, Kiddo. What are you building?"

"It's a car wash! Yuki-chan got it for me!"

Her smile didn't reach her eyes, "There was a toy store next to the camera shop, so I stopped in."

We were all distracted by Fuyumi suddenly bursting into tears. "You all are so sweet and wonderful! I have such an amazing family."

Must be the hormones. I wouldn't call this family amazing, but at least Yoshio isn't around poisoning it anymore.

Umeji just smiled at her, "We love you, Darling." Then he winked at me, "More noodles?"

She jumped on them like she hadn't eaten in days. Her due date is just a month away. "Given any more thought to finding out about the baby's gender before the birth?"

"No. I want it to be a surprise."

Dammit. And I want to know if it's a boy so I can make him my heir.

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Poor Sota-kun. He's trying to keep everyone smiling by talking about his classmates and teacher, but we're all still in a fog from Keiko.

Jigoku-san reviewed my cloud account and remarked on how dark my photos are. Even from the photoshoot yesterday, I wasn't taking pictures of happy dogs, but a tired Haruhi in between shoots and the stressed staff trying to get everything done. He did tell me it was an interesting perspective.

"When's your next photography lesson?"

I glanced over at Akito-kun and tried to smile, "Tomorrow. We're meeting at Odaiba for the sunset."

"You should get some great pictures of Tokyo Bay." He shifted in his seat and mumbled, "Text me a couple. I'll be studying." Only the second week of the semester and he's already buried in reading and case studies. I'm glad I have the lessons and my writing to keep me busy, or I'm afraid he might worry about me.

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When dinner broke up, I pulled Kyoya aside before he could go play with Sota-kun. "You're distracted? Everything OK?" Alright, that's a dumb way to put it, but I have a better chance of him saying something if I ask it like that.

"Yeah, sure. Everything's fine. One of my employees and friends was murdered last week. I'm just great."

Well, it worked.

"You just went through something traumatic. It's not surprising you're upset."

"Traumatic? Upset?" He pulled away and headed for the stairs, "Fuck off, Akito. Leave me alone." Worse than I thought.

"Hey," I lunged and grabbed his arm, "have you considered talking to someone? You can't let this fester."

He spun, and I took a step or two back from his glare, "There is absolutely no one the head of the Ootori Conglomeration can go to. I'll be fine. Now," he yanked his arm out of my grip, "leave me the fuck alone. I have to go build a car wash."

Shit.

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Night, Group Text (Everyone in the Group but Kyoya)[Emoji]:

Tamaki: Ooka Co-op is opening tomorrow! [artist's pallet]

Kaoru: Happy for you. We picked some great artists to be your first group. They'll go far

Hikaru: No kidding. That one guy that does the metal sculpture is badass

Ritsu: metal sculpture? Might have to check that out for my new office

Renge: everything on display is for sale!

Yuki: Maybe we can all go to the café for dessert on Wednesday?

Haruhi: Good idea. Will be in Seoul – enjoy

Honey: Oh, no, Haru-chan we should wait for you.

Haruhi: I'm sure that won't be the only time we'll go. Besides, I'm sure I can talk Takashi into taking me for a date [heart]

Mori: Definitely. Saturday for lunch?

Haruhi: Every Woman model tryouts. Friday evening?

Mori: Yes. [heart]

Hikaru: Ug…get a room

Yuki: Photo from shoot yesterday. -attached pic of Haruhi holding puppy-

Renge: cute

Yuki: learned a lot hanging out with one of the assistant photographers.

Kaoru: you're welcome at the next Every Woman shoot if you want. Not sure when it will be yet.

Yuki: Thanks!

Kaoru: Has the security review team inspected any of your businesses yet? They were at EW today

Ritsu: No

Shinobu: No. Was it a surprise?

Kaoru: Yes. Just showed up.

Shinobu: better not fucking do that to me.

Mori: not yet

Honey: They've looked at a couple of stores, but not the distribution centers or the corporate offices yet.

Haruhi: They're coming to Petto Chinmi Friday after classes

Tamaki: I asked them to coordinate with my directors, so I don't know if they have plans.

Karou: they're doing backgrounds on all employees. Found one of mine with a shoplifting record [laughing face]

Haruhi: why is that funny?

Kaoru: It was 15+ yrs ago when she was in middle school initiating a girl gang.

Hikaru: it's fashion. We don't care.

Renge: It's a different world over there.

Ritsu: They're going to find too many charges to count when they do my family.

Shinobu: no shit…but not in our legit businesses. No way.

Satoshi: going to Neon Friday. Anyone want to go?

Shinobu: another club opening. Heaven and hell. Dancers dressed as devils, waitresses as angels. Couple dancers certified as fire breathers. [flames]

Honey: Maybe Cho-chan and I should come?

Haruhi: How's she doing? Is she on now?

Honey: No. She's sleeping. I'm worried. Don't know what to do to help.

Haruhi: Just be there for when she needs you. She probably doesn't know what she needs either.

Honey: I feel so helpless. It's been so hard on her.

Yuki: I'm sure she appreciates you just being there for her.

Renge: [person on skis] should help. We should all go shopping! Saturday evening? We could get dinner.

Haruhi: won't be skiing. Don't need anything

discussion about shopping…

Renge: it's settled. Those that need things, we'll meet late afternoon Saturday!

Hikaru: always up for shopping

Haruhi: Getting late. Need to go. Remember – leaving after classes tomorrow for Seoul bak Thrus after classes.

Renge: I'll have notes for you.

Haruhi: Thanks. Already have assignments from teachers.

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xXx

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Tuesday, November 1:

Morning, Ooka Artist Co-op:

"Claudia-san! How are things going? Is everything alright? I came straight from my class. I'm so worried."

And just like that, a blond whirlwind blew in the front doors and started chattering nonstop.

"Suoh-sama?" I waited for him to take a breath then dove in, "Everything is going well. The café is filled to capacity and many of the local businesspeople are coming in for to-go coffee or tea and checking out the place. The gallery doesn't open," I checked my watch, "for another twenty minutes. Several of the café customers said they'd be back on their lunch hour."

His eyes were darting everywhere until he realized I'd stopped talking. Then they focused on me, "And the artists? Any concerns?"

"None. They've been moving in for the last couple of days and their studios are all ready for them."

"Excellent." He's twitching so much, I'm surprised he doesn't fly off in several different directions. "Wonderful. I think I'll go to the upper floors and see how they're all doing."

I stopped him before he took off, "Remember, they aren't required to be here all day, so some of them will be out. A couple are still taking classes at the art school."

"Right. Well," he clapped his hands and headed for the elevator, "I'll just see who's here."

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Lunch, Dining Hall, Ouran High School:

It's so exciting to be sitting with this group for lunch.

Ever since Chika and I talked and he told me he wasn't interested in a relationship but that he wanted to be friends, we've become closer. A few days after that talk, he invited me to join the former Host Club members and their significant others for lunch, and I've been here ever since.

I thought my father and brothers discussed a lot of business, but this group? It feels like they must have a dozen businesses among them and those hosts that have already graduated. I'm learning so much just listening.

"What's the charity today?"

I looked up at a first year that'd come over with some envelopes. I did my best not to glare, but can't they read? It's on the poster right there and was in the paper yesterday. How does Chika keep so calm? She's the fourth one that's asked today.

"It's the Stop Child Abuse and Bullying Project sponsored by the Japan Institute for Social Innovation and Entrepreneurship. Child abuse, neglect, and bullying are very difficult to detect. This program works with schools to employ daily, weekly, and monthly questionnaires in any combination based on the school's choice. Along with this confidential reporting system, they develop educational programs to nurture diversity and inclusion."

"Wow. Commoner schools must be so different."

"Bullying doesn't only happen in commoner schools," Haruhi-senpai spoke up. "It occurs here at Ouran also." Does that mean she's been bullied?

Ooo. I don't like that look. It's clearly dismissive.

Kasanoda-senpai glared at her, "Suicide is Japan's leading cause of children's death. Abuse and bullying are direct causes for believing a child has no other choice but to escape."

Those crazy eyes scared her so much she dropped her envelopes on the table and practically ran back to her friends.

"Thanks, Ritsu."

"No problem," he smiled at Haruhi-senpai.

I do not want to be on his bad side.

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xXx

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Lunch, Café, Ooka Artist Co-op:

Never in my wildest dreams did I picture my life like this. When I got pregnant with Rene and Yuzuru had to go back to his mother, I thought my life was over. His sporadic visits did more harm than good sometimes. They were hardest on Rene, always wondering and not old enough to understand why we couldn't be together as a family. And my poor health was always a concern.

Then that horrific bitch gave Yuzuru and Rene an offer than even Solomon would have been disgusted by. Leave your mother, never see her again, come to a foreign land, and be bullied by your grandmother. In exchange, she'll pay for my medical treatment.

Rene made a decision at such a young age that no adult should ever be asked to make.

And he thrived. First, by meeting and becoming best friends with Kyoya-kun, then the rest of the Host Club, and finally Haruhi-chan and Renge-chan. I can't bear to think what his life would have been like without that surrogate family.

"Yen for your thoughts?"

I looked across the table at my husband…yes, husband. Finally.

As the unmarried mother to the only presumptive heir to a huge Japanese dynasty, I had to become a realist quickly. It didn't take long for any romantic delusions about Yuzuru to disappear. The realization that he would never stand up to his mother came quickly, and I knew I had to be strong for my son.

That realization didn't ruin my feelings for him, my love for him. It merely clarified my perception of the man I love. He'll never be the man that could stand up to his mother, but with her gone, he doesn't have to be. He can be my husband and Rene's father, and we can both love him for that.

Women are the biggest realists.

"Just admiring what our son has created," I replied with a smile and sipped my tea. It's an excellent blend.

"It's admirable." He glanced around the café at all the art then back at me, "When Mother and I tasked him with buying a business and making it his, I had no idea he'd be this successful, this quickly. The gallery took off and flourished under his guidance. Without that, this co-op would have never existed."

"Rene's always been creative and artistic. I'm not surprised his talents brought him here to conceive of this place." I took another bite of salmon and discreetly pointed to a charcoal drawing across the room, "That cherry blossom sketch is quite good."

"Would you like it for your lounge?" I nodded, giving him a small smile. "Then you shall have it, my darling."

Just as he called the waitress over, I heard, "Maman!" coming from the entrance.

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There they are. My parents.

It still sounds strange. My parents…

I crossed the room quickly to join them. "Maman. Father. Are you enjoying your lunch?"

"It's exquisite, Rene. The salmon is so buttery, it melts in my mouth."

"Join us, Tamaki, and tell us how opening day is going."

I ordered another round of tea for the table and told them about my morning.

"How interesting. I'm so happy for your success, Rene…Tamaki," Mother corrected herself with a blush. I really don't care which name she uses, but Father prefers Tamaki.

"Once you're finished here, why don't I take you on a tour? I can show you the areas not open to the public, and we can visit those artists that have their studio doors open."

"Excellent idea, Tamaki, but first I must purchase that sketch for your mother."

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xXx

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Afternoon, Private Plane, Tokyo to Seoul:

"What do you think?"

I studied the ad agency's new shoot proposal and shook my head, "It's still too expensive." I'd given them the ski trip location information, and they'd found three options, one most definitely more expensive than the others, but for good reason. The location was better, the hotel and resort offered more, they were already pet-friendly, and they were closer to the Shido cabin. But it was almost double the next option down. Not to mention all the rush fees because we just changed the location entirely.

"I know you don't want to spend the money, Fujioka-sama, but this is advertising. Spending this money makes us more."

I know that. Logically, I understand that. But it's so high.

How much of this is my commoner roots and not understanding how businesses are funded? I've owned Petto Chinmi for over a year. I thought I was getting better at this.

"Our bank can loan us the amount needed for the agency's entire proposal for 1.475% right now. It will boost our credit with the bank and will not overleverage us. We can afford it."

"Haruhi?"

I looked across the aisle at Chika, "Yes?"

"Tanaki-san's right. The rewards far outweigh the risks."

Dammit. I thought he was working on his investments, not listening in. It's getting old being the business owner in the group that knows the least about business.

"You have to spend money to make money. I'm sure you'll see it back and more with the bump in sales."

I will not roll my eyes. I will not sigh.

"Alright. If we're going to do it, let's do it correctly. The top proposal is approved. Tanaki-san, you're cleared to sign the loan papers and the contract." It will be nice to be able to sign my own documents once I turn eighteen.

"It's the right choice, Fujioka-sama."

"I know." And then I did sigh, "I still want preapproval of all my wardrobe and for this, I want to see detailed plans for all shoots prior."

"I'll let them know."

"Thanks." Then I turned to Chika, "How about you join us as an extra in the shoots."

"No way in hell."

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Afternoon, Ooka Artist Co-op:

"Renge-chan!"

I couldn't take my eyes off her. The suit she's wearing barely comes down to mid-thigh with a short jacket that shows off her tiny waist. I took her hand and kissed her knuckles, "I'm so happy you came."

"Of course, I came. I had to know how things are going." Her smile's radiant, and I could see a jealous look from one of the customers in the café. She chose her outfit, so I assume she doesn't mind everyone looking. But that's all they can do. She's my fiancée, and I'm hers.

"It's a triumph! The café's been full all day, the gallery has sold eight pieces so far, and the artists are satisfied with their studios." Grabbing her waist, I lifted her up and gave her a quick spin, "Maman and Father were here for lunch. They told me they were proud!"

"I don't see how they could be anything but proud, Tamaki-kun. You've done an amazing thing here."

"Thank you, my love." I tucked her arm through mine and led her towards the elevator, "Let's go upstairs, and I'll show you some of the studios."

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We stopped by studios for the origami artist, the digital animation artist, and the woodblock painting artist. The rest we passed by had closed doors indicating they either weren't occupied or the resident artist did not want to be disturbed.

When we made it to a small conference room, he led me inside and shut the door. "What do you think?"

"What I've always thought, that this is an important venture, and your vision will allow many different artists to find themselves and become well known in the art world."

"Remember what Kaoru said last night?"

"On the text?" He nodded. "About shopping?"

"No. About how the security review inspected his offices and studios."

"Yes."

"Well, they were here this afternoon." I'm not surprised, but he looks worried. "They wanted to see everything while it was busy, and they'll be back for a more intensive inspection in a week or so."

I reached out and squeezed his hand, "It's not a concern. I'm sure they didn't cause any of the customers or artists any issues. They know how to be discreet."

"I suppose. I just didn't think they'd be here today." His brow crinkled, and he tilted his head, "Do you know when they'll be inspecting Pinku Shoshite Aoi?"

"I'm not sure what there is to inspect. I don't have any offices; everything is virtual. I suppose they could visit the designer in her home office, but I doubt they'll see the need. More likely, their cyber team will do an inspection of our network and productivity platform."

"Oh."

"Let's go down and have some tea in the café. We still have a couple hours before the concert at the gallery tonight."

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Dinner, Family Dining Room, Kasanoda Compound:

"And there's just so much to be done. The Compound's a dump. It turns out the foundations in a couple of the buildings need to be repaired. Do you know what a pain in the ass that is?"

"How long will it set you back?" I asked my daughter-in-law as she went on nonstop about all the issues with the former Chiba Syndicate. Sounds like a fucking mess. Dai really was an idiot.

"At least Ritsu's company can help get the remodel done faster. They suggested razing the buildings and starting over with cargo containers."

"With what?"

"Cargo containers, Pops. When we were in Vegas, I went to a green architecture and sustainability convention and met with this guy that's been doing some amazing things in Africa with them. And my shipping company can supply them at cost." He cut another piece from his Kobe steak but kept talking as he held it on his fork, "There's all sorts of cargo container projects going on in Japan. They're relatively cheap, easy to source, and because of their standard size they support modular building."

Cargo containers. What will they think of next?

"And I'm not going to be able to sell the apartments off as soon as I wanted. Need to clear out all the muscle living in them first but can't move them to the compound until we get those residences fixed. Meanwhile, fucking apartments need maintenance. According to the apartment manager, Dai was holding back the funds. Didn't think the updates were necessary." She practically tore her bite of steak off her fork and chewed it like a lioness eating a gazelle. Once she swallowed, she continued, "Fucking idiot. He had the money, so I'm not sure what his issue was."

"Are you having any loyalty issues with any of the members?"

"No. Those that couldn't handle the new leadership took off. Good riddance. I've gotten oaths from everyone remaining. Took forever, but I finally inspected all the locations and met with just about everyone."

"You should have seen her, Pops," Ritsu looked back at Shinobu, eyes full of lust and love. "She's one badass boss."

She's doing alright from what I've heard so far. I don't think she realizes Junto and I put out a warning to leave her alone or deal with us. She's got enough going on without territorial disputes and other syndicates trying to test her resolve. Although now that I think about it, she probably does realize. She's been trained as an heir since she was eight years old. I bet very little surprises her, just like Ritsu.

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Dinner was winding down, and I leaned back in my seat and wished I hadn't worn such tight pants. That steak was excellent. I'll have my new chef ask Ryuu-san's what his secret is. I think it's the wood because that's definitely cooked over a wood fire.

"I know it's a little late," Ryuu-san tossed his napkin down on the table and signaled the waitstaff, "but I wanted to give you something."

Are you shitting me? They walked in with a fucking wedding cake.

Next thing I know, there's a piece of cake with white frosting and an obnoxiously large sugar rose sitting in front of me.

"Congratulations," he toasted us with champagne. "When you finally get around to a formal honeymoon, it's on me."

"Thank you, Ryuu-san."

"Yeah, thanks Pops. I was thinking about a round the world cruise."

"Neither of us can be away that long, Asshole."

He just smirked back, "I know, you crazy wife. I'm just fucking with him."

"Whatever."

Then Ryuu-san cleared his throat, "If you're done with your cake, there's something else."

"What?"

He stood up and headed for the door, "Follow me."

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"Are you shitting me with this?"

"No. It's all yours. You're taking it with you tonight."

I think Pops has lost it.

Sitting in the drive in front of the house was a brand new Inkas Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG. Motherfucking armored tank.

"It has surveillance cameras, ballistic protection, gas tank protection, and explosion resistance. I had it custom made, so the interior's a little bigger than normal and there's a privacy screen." He crossed his arms in front of him and grinned, "First one like this in Japan. Only the best for my son and his wife."

"Pops…"

"I want you both to use this as much as possible." We both turned at the seriousness of his tone. "After what happened, don't take any chances."

After what happened. After Bu and Haruhi were taken and tortured.

Damn right, no chances.

"You got it, Pops."

"Yeah," Bu walked over and gave him a big hug, "thanks, Ryuu-san."

"I think you can drop the '-san'. You're married to my son after all."

"Thanks, Ryuu."

"No problem. I just want to know you both are safe."

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We climbed in, and Ritsu grabbed me tight, "I think we need to break this thing in."

"You going to get someone to shoot at us?"

"What?" he tilted his head and looked at me like I'm nuts. "No, I mean…"

"I know what you mean, Asshole. Take off your clothes."

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Evening, Odaiba, Tokyo:

"It's so beautiful," she murmured under her breath as she raised her camera to snap another photo.

We were on the ferry from Hama-riyku Gardens to the island, and I'd blocked four hours for this lesson. I've seen the pictures she's taken, but this is the first time I've seen her actually taking them. Observing how she holds the camera body, adjusts the dials, and takes her time or not will give me the baseline for her lesson plans.

"Photographing nature is like walking a tightrope. You must act quickly to get a shot that might change in an instant, and yet you must be deliberate about your settings, your framing, your lighting. The more photos you take, the more instinctual it will become, and the less you'll just be taking photos at random hoping one comes out."

"Oh," she lowered her camera and blushed a deep red. Did she think I was reprimanding her? "Sometimes I get excited and just take a bunch."

"There's nothing wrong with that, Ito-san. You can't develop your instinct without taking many, many photos. It's not unusual for me to come back from a shoot with several hundred or even a thousand depending on the subject matter to go through."

Her innocent eyes opened even wider at me, "Really?"

"Of course. What you are photographing can change in an instant. Natural lighting, wind, animals, water, they all are constantly moving. Take all the pictures you want. That lighting might never look like that again. That bird might fly away any second. I'm saying that as you practice, you'll become more deliberate about what you shoot, not necessarily shoot less photos."

The camera went back up to her eye, and she started taking more.

"Just remember to watch where you're going. Don't take pictures while you're walking if you can avoid it. Move to a new place, make sure you're safe, then take more."

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I can't believe I'm having my first real lesson with Jigoku-san, a real, professional photographer!

And he's being so nice and patient with me. Not like that woman at Yellowstone who spent most of the lesson belittling me and flirting with Akito-kun. It was so humiliating.

But not this. He makes me feel like I can do this. That I can learn to take amazing pictures.

The ferry stopped and we disembarked to explore the island. Numata-san brought a team of seven for security, two of which came over on the previous ferry to be ready for us. I was worried Jigoku-san would be upset with my team being around, but he just smiled and joked that it was good he didn't have to worry about his camera being stolen.

"I suggest we head this way," his hand on my mid-back steered me to the left. "The natural light at dusk is always interesting on the statue."

When it came into view, I stopped dead. "But…isn't that in New York?"

"Well," he lifted his camera and started adjusting the settings, "it was put up in 1998 as a temporary tribute to our relationship with France, but it's so popular they left it up. This Statue of Liberty is about a seventh the size of the one in New York."

He snapped a picture then showed me his screen, "Try playing with the rays of light coming from behind her. See how I can get a starburst effect?"

I tried several different settings and was coming close to his example, but I just don't have the right angle…

I took a couple steps back and away then felt my foot get caught. "Ohhh!"

Suddenly, hands came around my waist and held me tight. "Careful, Ito-san. You almost fell."

I glanced up quickly then lowered my gaze, "I apologize, Jigoku-san. I did exactly what you told me not to."

"It's fine. No damage done."

Never letting my waist go, he came around behind me, "Let me see your viewpoint…" He tugged me a little to the left, "Try from here. The sun's moving quickly."

.

What is he doing? Do I make him take his hands off her?

Now he's leaning over her shoulder watching her change the settings.

When she turned her head to ask a question, their faces were only centimeters apart. "What about the ISO setting?"

"I suggest increasing it two levels."

I've had enough of this. I'm going to…

Just as I stepped forward, he dropped his hands. Did he see me out of the corner of his eye?

He pointed several hundred meters to the east, "Let's head that way. We can stop every so often and take more pictures then review them on that bench."

"Great idea. It looks like there's a tea cart down there."

I don't like this guy.

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Late Evening, Phone Call Between Haruhi and Mori:

Haruhi: "Hello, Takashi." He better not be calling just to talk about my security

Mori: "Hello. How was your trip?"

Haruhi: "The flight was fine. Tanaki-san and I approved the photo shoot during the ski trip. We'll have to take out a short-term loan to cover the agency, but it should be worth it."

Mori: "Even the biggest, most successful businesses finance things with loans. I borrowed almost for almost all of the construction costs for Ranka's. It's not a sign of poor management or business trouble."

Haruhi: "It just feels like I'm doing something wrong."

Mori: "It's the difference between business finance and personal finance." Perhaps I could find some journal articles and case studies for her. "You're doing the right thing."

Haruhi: "Thanks."

Mori: "I haven't been to the Morinozuka Seoul apartment in years. How is it?"

Haruhi: "Incredible. Dinner was amazing. Full of Korean delicacies. I'm so full I think I waddled away from the table."

Mori: Good. I suggested having dinner catered by a premier Korean chef. Anonymously is the only way she lets me spoil her. "I'll have to take you out for Korean food here in Tokyo sometime soon."

Haruhi: Out? Around crowds? "Or you can have it delivered for a Wednesday dinner."

Mori: "I'll set it up." Must remember she's still leery about being out in public. If I had my choice, she'd never leave the estate again, but that's not realistic. It's fine for her to be cautious, but I don't want her terrified to be out. She can't participate in her own security if she's scared.

Haruhi: "I hate to be a wet blanket, but I need to get to bed. I'm exhausted."

Mori: Is she still not sleeping well? "Alright. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Sleep well."

Haruhi: "Thanks, Takashi. Good night."

Mori: "Good night."

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xXx

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Late Evening, Ootori Limo Going Back to Shido Estate:

I promised Tachibana she'd be safe. And that includes from pervert photographers.

But do I bring it up now?

She's sitting cross-legged on the back seat scrolling through her pictures. I can hear her mumbling because the privacy screen is down.

"No…

"Yes…

"Too dark…"

Then she smiled and scooted up to the front so I could see the screen on her camera, "What do you think?"

It's me with my back to her as I'm watching the path. "I thought you wanted pictures of the view," I teased her.

"I was just playing with the shadows."

She kept scrolling through, deleting some, showing me others.

Maybe if I approach it gently. "What do you think of Jigoku-san?"

"He's an amazing photographer. And so patient with me. I'm learning so much."

"And you feel comfortable with him?"

The camera lowered to her lap, and she drummed her fingers on it, "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

A quick study of her face and I was sure she wasn't hiding anything. "No reason. Just checking."

"OK."

She turned back to her pictures, and I watched Tokyo go by.

I'm still going to keep an eye on him.

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Late Evening, Black Onion Squad Headquarters:

Ridiculous.

Sitting through that night class is almost painful, but it's the only time Todi offers International Health Policies. There are actually a couple of my employees in there, hoping either additional classes or an MBA will help with their next promotion.

At least they have the common sense and self-preservation skills to know not to approach me.

My next couple of days are packed with both classes and business meetings, so I'm hoping to catch Ogata-san tonight for an update on the review.

I pulled open the door to the suite of offices being used by Ogata-san's team and found it empty. Unacceptable. There's too much to be done for no one to be working now. It's not even, I checked my watch, 10:00 pm yet.

"Hello?"

Someone called back from down the hallway, so I headed in that direction. "Ogata-san?"

"Nope."

I nearly jumped, but Ootori's don't show surprise.

"He left a couple hours ago. Will be back tomorrow around eight." That's when his eyes widened slightly as he realized who I was. "Can I do something for you, Ootori-sama?"

Werner Herbert. Former head of one of the top South African private security firms. Specialty in firearms and close combat. Forty-three. Permanent limp in right leg due to gunshot. I haven't had much alone time with him but have been impressed with what I've seen. No bullshit. Straight shooter.

"I stopped by for an update, Herbert-san."

"I can give you a rundown. My office?"

"Thank you."

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Guy's just a kid.

Doesn't mean he couldn't buy and sell a small country.

At least I got him to relax, and he's asking intelligent questions.

"Always was a night owl. Let's me head any overnight inspections we need."

"What's your opinion on the security breakdown that allowed for the kidnapping?"

I went through what had jumped out at me. Too few guards, no bodycams, and a few other things. He nodded along and sipped his hot tea. I'd discovered this crazy shit called bubble tea and sucked it down like water.

"And the murder in California?"

"Can't protect against everything. Her guards had no indication. She didn't either."

We talked for another hour or so going through some of the things that popped on the surveys and general observations from the inspections I'd been on before he finally asked the question I think he really wanted to ask. "Is Fujioka-san safe?"

People think old women gossip, but I've never heard anyone gossip more than security guards. I'd been taking a couple of the more talkative ones out for beers in the evening getting them to spill all kinds of secrets. If either this kid or his main guard Tachibana knew I'd gotten one of his team to talk, they'd hit the fucking roof.

I learned a lot about Ootori-sama's relationship with Fujioka-sama. Way more than I'm sure he wants anyone to know. How they dated and he pushed marriage. How he threatened her, blackmailed her, and actually had the balls to kidnap her. His guard said he left Japan for America to get away from that mess. He said that Kasanoda-sama wanted him dead. That the Morinozuka heir would have ripped the medical facility apart brick by brick if Ootori hadn't given her up.

The thing I don't understand is it seems he's being welcome back into what they call 'the Group'. I know he was instrumental in rescuing both girls from the traffickers, but it's damn odd.

"In general, or while she's in Seoul?"

"Both."

"There's a team of ten with her in Seoul along with Yasuchika-sama's team. Ogata-san sent Anthony Thompson with them. He's got lots of celebrity experience and is leading her review. He personally approved Nagata's protection plan for the trip. She's as safe as she can be."

"And in general?"

"Nagata's added more people, and she's not out as much as she was before. She's buttoned down."

It was slight. Almost imperceptible. But I saw him relax just a bit.

Son of a bitch. He's in love with her.

Was he always or did it happen after he fucked it up?

And what's he going to do about it next?

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Author's Note:

Lots going on in this chapter. I'm having a hard time getting time to go by. Hope you don't mind the pace.

We've had several 'roundups' (that's what Dad and I call them) with the Group, so it was time to do the parents. What better time than Sunday morning with the paper. Picked that so I could use several articles in the paper as conversation topics.

You'll be seeing more of Anthony Thompson the Hollywood bodyguard. His Japanese isn't the best, but he's got the best experience of all Ogata's team for Haruhi's needs.

Wanted the security review to find a couple things as they inspected everyone's estates and businesses and figured I'd pick on Kaoru here. Dad and I got a kick out of security's reaction to Kaoru's non-reaction. "It's fashion!" I think I'm getting better at writing funny. Got the idea of a girl gang from Fruits Basket. No idea if they really initiate that way.

Kyoya's supposed to be being an asshole/depressed/angry. I have a purpose. Bear with me.

The Co-op is going great on its first day. I have a couple interesting things planned. Nothing goes as smooth as it should here in Ouran Soap Opera land.

Got to thinking about Anne-Sophie as I wrote the beginning roundup. I know she and Yuzuru are supposed to be in love and thrilled to be together again, but I asked myself how could she even look at him after the way he let his mother run all over him. So I came up with her thoughts at lunch. I'm still not really happy with it, but I had a hard time putting myself in her place, because I just can't see myself forgiving and marrying him no matter what. But I hope it made sense.

Thanks to beancounter22765 for the reality check on Haruhi borrowing money for the business. I've never owned one and have no accounting/business experience or schooling, so I make this up as I go along…just me a Google. Thanks for the idea. Hope what I did is somewhat close to accurate. I did look up the interest rates in Japan and got the current one for business loans. That's where that number came from.

I think it would be cute if Chika was in the background walking a dog in one of her pictures, but I don't see him doing it and I don't see her pushing for it. Especially considering how much she doesn't like doing it.

Going to have to start weekly dinners with Ryuu and Bu's parents once they move to the new compound. Maybe have them all over together. As for the family dinner in this chapter, I just leaned into it and had fun. Had to through that thing in about the round the world cruise considering that's what Dad did for 128 days at the beginning of the year. He laughed.

Since Junto gave her the strip clubs and the love hotels, I needed to come up with a wedding present from Ryuu. The SUV is real with all the armament described. Tops out at about $1.7 million. Considering what Bu went through, it made sense they'd upgrade their vehicle. It doesn't come with a privacy screen, but I'm the author and I want them to be able to have fun in the back seat.

Another thanks to beancounter22765 for the Yuki/Photographer arc idea. I may not be taking it exactly where you suggested, so I hope you end up liking it. It will play out over the next few chapters. The locations are real. Looked up best places for photography in Tokyo. This one has some great sunsets.

The last scene with Kyoya just happened as I was typing. He was just supposed to get a briefing, but I get ideas depending on what POV I'm writing, so I went with it. It makes sense that the security review team would be trying to get all the history from the guards they can. Taking them out for a beer just seemed right.

I think it was Dad's idea to have the security review not only inspect and recommend stuff for external security, but to not forget about security among the group. The history, especially with Kyoya but also including Hikaru, can bring up all kinds of issues. And remember, Cho and Yuki still don't know everything that he did. They hardly know any of it.

So, now this guy knows what happened and will be watching Kyoya.

BTW: Yes, Kyoya still loves Haruhi, but he is done trying to get her back. He knows it will never happen. I'm not going to go down that road again, just like Hikaru will never have a full relapse. Don't worry. However, his love for her will play a role in his current arc in dealing with Keiko's death.

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Next Chapter:

The Petto Chinmi trial starts…Ritsu and Bu celebrate being married 2 months…more security inspections…wedding plans are reviewed…date night for the couples…Heven & Hell opens…and Cho's having nightmares…

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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.