An American Rabbit in Japan

Chapter 10

When they arrived at the Ootori's mansion, Kyoya introduced Bunny to a maid who would show her to her room.

"Master Kyoya, your father would like to see you in his office," said an official, older looking man. Bunny assumed that he was the head of house, like Shima was at Tamaki's.

"Thank you, Honda," Kyoya said. He turned to Bunny. "I'm sorry to leave you, but I really should see him."

"Oh, it's no problem!" Bunny said, smiling brightly.

"Please, make yourself at home until I return," he said with a smile.

"Will do!" She gave a salute, which managed to feel much more awkward than it looked, and he left, chuckling quietly.

"Miss?" The quiet maid said to Bunny.

"Oh, yes?"

"I'll take you to your room now, if you're ready."

"I am, thank you."

The maid giggled. "You don't have to thank me, it's my job."

"Oh... So it is." Bunny giggled to. She bent to grab her bags, but a few more servants appeared.

"No, Miss, let us."

"Okay," she said with a smile.

oOo

In the guest room she was staying in, Bunny appeared to be asleep on the bed. She opened her eyes reluctantly, as if she didn't want it to be true, for anything to be true. With a sigh she pulled a small photograph out of her back pocket and unfolded it with the utmost care. She had lost track of time and was starting to get misty-eyed when there was a knock on the door. She fumbled to put the picture back before opening the door to reveal Kyoya and his father, Yushio Ootori.

"Oh! H-hello," Bunny stammered, blushing as she bowed to him. She felt awkward doing so, but didn't want to be rude.

"Hello, Bunny. It's nice to make your acquaintance," he slowly said in English. He held his hand out for her to shake. "I assume you are more comfortable with this style greeting?"

"Yes, sir," she said with a smile. "I'm so sorry; I'm still having some culture shock. You speak English very well."

"And you speak Japanese very well," he replied, also smiling. Bunny was freaked; it was the same placid smile that Kyoya gave, with a shadowy air lurking beneath. "How are you enjoying Japan so far?"

"Well, I have been here before, with Fujioka Haruhi, but this time I'm alone."

"Oh, you're an acquaintance of Haruhi's?"

"Yes, we're very good friends. We've written letters to each other since we were thirteen," she said with a smile.

"That sounds wonderful. Would you care to take a stroll with us? A little "tour", perhaps?"

"Oh, I'd like that very much!" But inside, Bunny just really wanted to curl up and die. She didn't think she could be more frightened of someone other than Kyoya, and then she met his father.

After what felt like hours, the "tour" finally came to an end.

"Bunny, how do you like our home?" Yoshio asked her.

"Oh, it's just beautiful," Bunny said.

"Thank you. But I've been thinking," he said, speaking to both of the teenagers, "why don't you and your friends stay in our beach villa for the remainder of your time here?".

Bunny panicked. She couldn't be rude and refuse, especially since he was being kind enough to allow her to stay on his estate. But a beach villa? Really? She was beginning to feel like the fates were completely against her. She needed to answer soon; if she waited too long it would seem rude.