Its been two and a half years since Machiko Haninozuka has been home. She begged to leave after her mother passed, unable to live in the space she once occupied. Now that she's home, and gets roped into being the Host Clubs "Chameleon", what kind of...
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Hey everyone!
This chapter took so long to write! Actually, it started out as two chapters that I decided to merge into one. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and just in case I don't post before then,
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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💛 Crying_Happiness
Miko
Just as I had thought, when the Suoh family limo pulled away from my home, the tears started to pour down my face. I made the trek from the front gate to the manor in bare feet and blurry vision, the feeling of the stones underneath my soles the only thing keeping me present.
Sato-san was waiting for my arrival, she appeared in the grand hallway almost as soon as I closed the front door behind me.
"Welcome home, Lady Machiko." She said, bowing. "I hope you had a-" She stopped talking as soon as she took in the tears streaming down my face, and the heels hanging from my fingers.
"My goodness, why the tears?" She questioned me. "Did that boy do something?" She allowed the anger to push through her voice, the wrinkles around her eyes shifting as she glared. I shook my head.
"No, no" I said, fruitlessly wiping my tears from my face. "It wasn't anything Tamaki did." I stepped up into the hallway. "Is Papa still awake?"
"I would say so, he just retired to his room moments ago" The elderly lady said.
I nodded, and dropped my heels and clutch on the floor as I walked passed. If Papa was in bed, there was no time to waste.
I came to a stop in front of Papa's double, wooden doors. Light streamed through a small crack in the doors, a habit Papa must have kept since we were younger. It was an invitation for us kids- a way of telling us that he was there even through the night.
I gently pushed open the door.
When I was little, I used to feel a little fearful in doing so. I was always scared that I would be turned away, and I would have to deal with whatever was going on on my own. It wasn't until I was close to being a teenager that that feeling went away.
When I stepped into the doorway, Papa was sitting up in bed, a book sprawled against the blankets on his lap. I didn't know what he was reading, but he didn't look up from the inked pages.
"Papa?" My voice shook against a sob, my whole body vibrating as I stood in the doorway of his room. There was worry in his eyes as he snapped his head up away from his book.
"Machiko, what's wrong? Did that Suoh boy-"
"No" I said quickly, my voice coming out louder and harsher than I meant. I swallowed and took a breath, shifting my feet.
