Kein's POV

That little bitch!

...Okay, yeah, that's kind of extreme, isn't it? Sango was willing to lie to her teachers to keep me from getting into the building. That probably means that she wasn't above lying to them about other things. I never really questioned why her teachers let her skip school to come to the Host Club. She might have told them the truth or that she had to go to the nurse. Whatever she told them, I wasn't going to let her interfere with my education. She was not my teacher, or my sempaii, or my mother.

In truth, I was not going to call Papa at first, but rather my maternal Uncle Minoru, Sango's father. I'd kept the number on me since I was little, but I never used it because, well, we never talked. He simply lived closer to the school and he was off on Tuesdays. Plus it'd get Sango to get off my case. Bothering him would be no problem.

However, as I was halfway through the number, I stopped. Why the eff was I dialing a man I never even talked to? Disregard all I said above. I am not that callous, or at least I wasn't back then. She obviously enjoyed the Host Club's company and I wasn't about to take that away just because she was annoying. I looked at Sango, deleting the number as I spoke. "Sorry, I guess I'm so disoriented that I started dialing the take out-guy."

She sneered at me. "Quit stalling and call Iwao." Yep, still a bitch.

And I did. "Hello? Riko-chan, is that you?" What the eff is Ranka doing with Papa's phone? "Your father is a little busy right now. I'm sorry."

"Where are you two exactly?"

"At work, honey. Do you need to talk to-"

"Whose work, Ranka?"

"Not so loud, Riko. You're hurting my ears," he whined. I felt bad for him, mostly because I only now realized that I'd been yelling. I could feel Sango glaring a hole into my head, but I tried to ignore her. "We're at the jewelry store. You'll never guess who just stopped by."

"Minoru-sama?" Sango's face made an indignant gape. I would make that same face when Ranka said "yes". "Wha...what?! I was pulling a name out of my ass. I didn't know that Minoru would be there." I took a deep breath. "Well, if Papa is busy could you please do me a favor?"

"It depends. It's not illegal, is it?"

"So long as you're sober, no. I need you to discretely leave and come pick me up from school."

"I'm sure Iwao knows it's you." Damn. "Whatever, I'll be over when I can."

"Okay, thank you. Bye." I hung up. I faced Sango. "Change of plans. You can go back to school or to the Host Club or whatever. You just can't stay here."

"Is Dad coming?"

"No, but Ranka Fujioka is." She sighed. "But let me ask you something." And she tensed up again. "Why are you acting so hostile towards me so suddenly? You used to call me 'oniisan' and act so happy-go-lucky. Now you're acting like I'm a menace. I'm not a menace. I'm just a little on edge because of all that's going on and because I got a concussion in my first week."

"What?"

"Yes, Sango, I took a door to the skull and passed out. I still get woozy and moody every now and then." (#UnderstatementOfTheCentury) "It's not so much losing her that's got me bent out of shape so much as what was going on when I lost her."

"It happened when Aunt Takara died, right? Is that why you hated her?"

"Not exactly. It's true that I hated her, but not for the reason you think. Just...just sit down for a moment." We both sat down on the rim of a flower bed. "Before I tell you what happened that day, let me ask you: Why do you think Uncle Minoru and Papa never talk?"

"Because your Dad is queer."

"No, he's not."

"He hangs out with Ranka."

"Does that make you jailbait for hanging out with Honey-sempaii? I mean, he looks like a child and so do you. And are you a queer for hanging out with me?"

"No, but you're...weird."

"Exactly. Does that make you weird?"

"No. But Dad says Uncle Iwao is queer."

"Queer as in eccentric, but not as in homosexual."

"So I repeat, he hangs out with Ranka."

"And you have Honey-sempaii. You are not going to make headway with that argument."

"Whatever!" I noticed a funny phenomenon with this, but I'll talk about that later in time. "Why do they not talk?"

"He blames Papa for your aunt's death. She died the day I lost the doll. I ran away as fast as I could to avoid getting killed."

Sango got up. "Hold up. I thought Aunt Takara was sick. She was killed?" For those of you who've yet to catch on, Takara was technically my mom.

"Oh, indeed, and she was. Sick in the head and in the body."

"As in she was insane?"

"Maybe. I just remember her as being very mean to us, to Yasuko and I, I mean. She got herself involved with some bad habits, with some bad people. A good husband is supposed to protect his wife and kids no matter what. Those bad people broke in and tried to get her to pay some dues she allegedly owed. She said she had nothing but her kids. They said they had no use for bratty children and shot her on the spot. I ran away through the forest and lost Shika-Eri along the way. If you go back in and look at the tail, you'll notice some blood is still on it. Unless they used OxyClean or something."

"'OxyClean'?"

"American stuff-wait, that's the part you're stuck on?"

"Everything else seems clear to me. You went through a lot of trauma. With how intensely you reacted to the doll being found though, I'd expected a full-on sob-fest from you. I'm just surprised that you could compose yourself so quickly." We saw the headlights of Ranka's car. "I guess we'll have to save this for tomorrow?"

"If I'm even alright tomorrow. I may be calm now but next thing you know, I'll be having recurring nightmares and peeing the bed."

I laughed as I said this, but in no way was this a joke. Even now I was hiding crucial details from Sango.

I didn't tell her that Takara did cocaine and was a prostitute by night. I didn't tell her how she called me a dyke and beat me constantly. I didn't tell her how those "bad men" were Yakuza agents.

I didn't tell her how Takara had run partway through the woods with us, then pulled me back by my hair to offer me as payment to the Yakuza...as a young sex slave. I didn't tell her how the Yakuza ripped me from her arms and told me to run away right before they shot Takara.

I didn't tell her that I looked back and saw one of them hugging the doll, and that I actually smiled for a brief second.

The Haninozuka family had that doll now. Shika-Eri was safe, was getting married, was going to have a better life than Takara. God help them if they truly knew the significance of that doll.

Wait...the Haninozuka family had a doll confiscated by the Yakuza from a young boy. Holy hell. That was going to give me nightmares. Not only that, but it got me thinking...What if the Yakuza was behind the fire at Ouran, the one that eventually killed Yasuko? With all the horrible things that Katsumi said about her, it could very well be true.

It was too much for me. I threw up in Ranka's car. That's how Dad found out that I came home early. That's also why I'm staying home for a week. No school, no work. Just me, my Papa and my cell phone. Papa should have taken my cell phone away. I was about to blow that isht up for the next week.

Aaaaand he's snapped. So have I. I'm in college and it feels weird. I like having a roommate just as much as having my own room. My ability to write may be unaffected or maybe I'll be able to write more. This story may be done at some point in this life time. I don't know. Just be sure to check in every now and again. Please, bombard me with questions. Everyone is acting crazy and I want to clarify any misunderstandings.