littlecornythings:

haru-yoshioka:

littlecornythings:

Shizuku admitted she was taken aback by their reaction. The enthusiasm they expressed truly made her happy. She was surprised especially when Muta instantaneously asked if they were invited. “Of course, you all are invited,” she answered happily. “I’d be very honored if you all could come.” She blushed at Haru’s comment and chuckled. “Yes it is quite exciting. At first, I didn’t really know what to say, but my headed nodded yes on it’s own to his proposal. Oh, and thank you very much Baron and Muta. If it weren’t for you two, I don’t think our relationship would have even started.”

Toto’s remark made Shizuku burst out in a whole hearted laugh. That is, until she realized his question was somewhat confusing itself. “Um..is there a difference?” she asked. “Either way he is both a violin maker and my fiancé.”

“You’re quite welcome, Shizuku,” Baron replied, looking rather pleased with himself. Muta, on the other hand, ducked away in embarrassment and scratched his ear.

“Oh, I, me?” Haru stuttered, blinking in surprise. “Well, I guess I could come and keep the Cat Bureau with me. Will you tell Seiji about Baron?” she asked, wringing her hands. She was unsure if Baron wanted to be seen again. Could she pretend she had bought him? Would Baron mind that?

Shizuku knew her cheeks were covered in a deep blush.  She smiled at Baron and Muta who seemed to be unable to handle his embarrassment.  ”Yes, Haru.  You are most definitely invited,” she chuckled at the teenage girl’s response.  ”That’s a good question.  Hmmmm,” she pondered then turned towards the Baron.  ”Well Baron, I think the question is more for you right? It’s up to you whether you want me to tell Seiji or not.”

“Perhaps, in order for me to attend the wedding, we should pretend that Haru found me somewhere? It would put suspicion on her if we said she bought me from his grandfather’s shop. He would know if such a thing were to occur.”

“He would probably like to see Baron again,” Haru said softly, knowing that was exactly what she herself had wanted. And she had only known him for an hour. To see him every day, even if he didn’t talk back, and for him to disappear… It must have been rather painful for Seiji and his family.

— An Escape and a Helping Hand

master-thief:

haru-yoshioka:

“Hey, stop that, I really am concerned for you!” Haru shot back, lightly smacking his arm. After he made his temporary tourniquet, she applied some disinfectant and wrapped the bandages around the wound. “That should do it for now. Would you like to stay here? Well, actually, I’m not letting you leave just yet, because it actually is almost night out and whoever shot you might be looking to finish the job.”

She retrieved her food from the doorway, moving to the kitchen area to put things away. “You’re lucky my mother’s out of town, you know. She’d have a fit if she saw you.”

“Thank you, then, for keeping me from running out on you. Not that I would deny a lady’s kind hospitality! (And old pops wouldn’t kill me if he could).” He added to himself. When Haru explained about her mother, Lupin asked “Oh am I really so off-putting?”

“Oh, it’s not that,” Haru rushed to say. “My mom would just be very unhappy to see a strange man in her house, as well as one who was bleeding on her furniture.” She bustled about, putting his leg on a couch pillow and heading to the kitchen to start some tea.

Suddenly, a thought struck her. “Were any of your friends with you? Are they okay?” she asked, trying to hide any further worry on her part.

— OOC:

forgottenriverchild:

Haku… Haru.. soon, everyone might be confused with our names. >:D

— A Bodyguard Job

creationwithasoul:

haru-yoshioka:

Haru carefully made her way to the Crossroads. It was getting a bit frightening for her to leave the house at all. She gave alleyways a wide berth, planting herself in the middle of the sidewalk.

Carefully, she looked over her shoulder, quickly snapping her head forward, scared of what she saw. A man. He wasn’t very old; in fact, he was probably only a couple of years older than herself.

She quickened her pace a bit, a massive lump of fur in sight as she finally neared the Crossroads. “Muta!” she hissed, bending down as if to tie her shoe near his head. “I need help. I need the Bureau’s help.”

It had been a long time since she had asked for help from the Bureau—about a year and a half—but she still remembered being told that the Bureau’s doors would be open for her, day or night.

And she needed it. This young man had been following her around for weeks and it was really starting to scare her. Well, she’d been scared a long time ago. Now she was terrified.

Muta gave her an indifferent look, but she wouldn’t have it. “Please Muta. I need your help. I’m…” she tried to hold back tears, “I’m really scared Muta.”

At her wide, scared eyes, Muta nodded and got off the chair. Haru chased after him, almost urging him to go faster in her mind as they reached the first alley. Once she heard footsteps chasing after them a distance away after the fourth turn, she did in fact scream at Muta to hurry.

The chasing footsteps became distant once she managed to reach the corridor leading into the Refuge. Once she managed to step through the archway, her body shook and she fell to the ground, sobbing relieved tears.

The world where creations that were given a soul reside in have the exact same old English appearance and feel just like the time when Haru requested the Bureau’s help regarding the cats from the Cat Kingdom. At the sound of Muta returning and Haru’s tears, the windows of the Bureau and the surrounding houses began to flicker and emit a yellow glow of light as the sun hit them. But he didn’t overdo it like last time since Muta informed him that it was a ‘cheesy light show’ and thus wasn’t worth his time to repeat that once more.

Eventually, the blinding lights faded and the left main door of the Bureau was opened by a tiny white gloved hand. Out stepped the Baron, his gaze would rest upon Muta and then shift to Haru whom seemed to be crying out of relief. His feet carried him towards her, uttering a few warm words of welcome. “Hello, Miss Haru. Welcome to the Cat Bureau.” His voice was soft and gentle; he took off his hat in respect to her as he is a true gentleman. His new cane rested upon his right arm as his left held the grey hat.

His kind-looking green optics remained upon her bent figure, concern could be seen within them but just briefly as he is a calm and collected individual despite being a cat statue with a soul that enabled him to come alive and aid others in need of his guidance. As being the helper of many, his attention would be directed at Muta. “Did you find her at the Crossroads, Muta?” he inquired before keeping his ears open for his companion’s reply as he reverted his focus back onto Haru as he had approached her first before questioning Muta about where he found her.

“B-Baron,” Haru stuttered, trying to rein back in her tears and get herself settled. She was safe, after all. She was in the Refuge. They would protect her.

“Sure did,” Muta answered gruffly, giving her more time to collect herself. “She sounded very scared, and once we got going someone starting chasing after us. We lost whoever it was before we got here, though.”

“I don’t know what to do, Baron,” Haru managed to say, wiping away the last of the tears—for now. “A man’s been following me for weeks and he keeps getting closer and closer.”

She sighed. “I haven’t been able to leave my house except for school, but I’ll only leave when Hiromi gets there these days. I can’t go to the library or to the vet clinic. It’s where I volunteer to help animals, you know,” she laughed without mirth, rambling now. Her hands shook as she dried more of her tears. “I need help before something happens to me.”

— An Escape and a Helping Hand

master-thief:

haru-yoshioka:

master-thief:

“Hey, I’m not dying” Lupin grinned, but accepted her help, leaning on her when he had to step with his hurt leg.  ”Thanks, Miz Haru. This is really nice of you.” As they went, he loosened the other handcuff and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. He kept a smile on his face, but couldn’t quite help wincing when he put too much pressure on his leg. “Me? Oh. Nothing much. Got in the middle of a fight. Don’t worry about me. I’ve been through much worse.”

She opened the door and set the groceries down, helping him hobble over to the couch.  “Well, that doesn’t mean that I can’t worry about you,” she told him, setting him down and heading over to their medicine cabinet. Happy to find large bandages and her first aid kit, she headed back over to inspect the wound. “And why were you in a fight? It’s not that late at night. The sun hasn’t even set yet.”

Carefully rolling the pant leg up, she realized the wound wasn’t too deep, thankfully. “Did you get hit by a bullet? Is it still in there? Because if it is,” she swallowed, “I don’t know how to get it out.” Please please please let it not be in there, she silently begged.

He sat heavily on the couch and looked over his leg, pulling carefully at his pants. “You really want to know?” He asked, looking up with a mischievous grin. In a childish voice, he said, “I’m in a cowboy gang and we were claiming our territory! Sundown is the best time you know. Kpsh! G-bang, g-bang! Psheeoo!” He made finger pistols and fake shooting noises, keeping himself from laughing. When Haru came over and moved his pant leg, he made quick tiny exclamations and complaints of pain.

“That’s alright. Most people wouldn’t need to know. Let me check… (Ow, sst)” He checked the wound area delicately with his fingers. “Ah, yep. It is. Lucky! It’s not so far in. Best not to touch it for now. It’s stopping most of the bleeding.” He removed his belt and made a temporary tourniquet.

“Hey, stop that, I really am concerned for you!” Haru shot back, lightly smacking his arm. After he made his temporary tourniquet, she applied some disinfectant and wrapped the bandages around the wound. “That should do it for now. Would you like to stay here? Well, actually, I’m not letting you leave just yet, because it actually is almost night out and whoever shot you might be looking to finish the job.”

She retrieved her food from the doorway, moving to the kitchen area to put things away. “You’re lucky my mother’s out of town, you know. She’d have a fit if she saw you.”