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Amyante waited as the ship she was on docked in the harbor of Osaka. It had been a while since she had last seen Haruhi and wondered how her friend had been doing, due to the extended problems with communications plaguing Zargathia she had felt it unacceptable to leave Zargathia on a foreign trip while its population needed her the most. With those problems over though, it was time to once again involve herself into foreign politics.

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Suzumiya Haruhi had been silent. After disappearing publicly for months for unknown reasons, she never appeared again. This didn't mean she was dead, however, only that she was away from the view of ordinary civilians and even the government. She wasn't by any means upset, xenophobic, nor was she a classic case of a 'hikkikomori'. She was just as she was, by herself and only surrounded by her friends and family. She didn't tell anyone of the deep problems plaguing her, the very deep secrets she kept hidden in her psyche. She just went about her life with a smiling face, a facade to hide her deeper emotions and those very dark secrets she kept hidden away.

Upon receiving the communications from Tojimaru Amyante, she felt a pang of happiness jump up from the bottom of her heart. One of her closest friends in this world was coming to visit her and she was going to make the most of it. Tapping her fingers almost rhythmically on the kotatsu, she resolved to set out to the nearby harbor in Osaka and enjoy herself. Maybe she could reveal the secrets and the problems deep in her psyche and open up. Coming with her would be two people, one of notable merit to Amyante, Ayasato Mayoi. Mayoi had served as the diplomat from Zargathia to the Haruhiist Empire and all entities that followed it. But someone new would be joining them today. The new arrival to this entourage of individuals was Nanaya Kohaku. Kohaku was a distant relative of the Imperial Family and lived in the now defunct Imperial Palace in Nishinomiya. She was a minimalist who preferred the traditional. The Palace was designed during Haruhi's move of the capital on Japanese culture with a hint of the modern, something that suited her entirely. Her style also showed the same. Her glittering yellow eyes with her flowing red hair, tied neatly in a medium-sized blue bow suited her perfectly. Her clothing of choice for the occasion, as always, was a brown, almost black, kimono. The flowing kimono, gorgeous in her eyes, was tied neatly as well with a blue sash. She was accompanying Haruhi for serious reasons, being one of the closest family members she had, despite the actual distant blood relationship.

The car ride would be slow, but they would arrive in a couple of minutes. Watching the scenery as they passed, Haruhi in particular felt relief and another pang of happiness light up her melancholic eyes. Japan was, as always, developing, improving, and striving for greatness. The combination of the traditional and the modern was something that was drifting under Ushiromiya's reign, however, and a move to a 'westernized' and completely modern Japan was pursued. Haruhi felt sickened by it, and Kohaku was downcast as well. After finishing their thoughts, they stepped out of the now motionless car. Walking slowly and with an even more melancholic series of facial expressions, Haruhi grabbed Amyante and hugged her tightly. Whether she'd let go soon would only be judged by her.

Mayoi and Kohaku stood back and watched, both of them choosing to bow before Amyante and remain silent. They would let Haruhi finish.

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It didn't take long for Amyante to spot her friend. Though the lack of security was noted, she didn't really pay much attention to it. She had made a habit of welcoming parties consisting of three people, with the rest of the security personnel being either in civvies or in hidden locations to ensure they were not seen, but could in turn see everything. Given how close their two nations were, it wouldn't come as a surprise for one to take over traits of the other, and vice versa.

As Haruhi hugged her she returned the hug, glad to finally be able to meet her friend again for the first time since the Zargathian communications system had a complete breakdown. The silence from the normally energetic Haruhi made it painfully obvious that things weren't going quite right for her right now, and judging by the fact that Kohaku seemed a little depressed as well seemed to confirm that thought. From what she could tell looking in the immediate area around her, there was a lot of high construction going on, more than in Zargathia, but then again Zargathia had always placed the environment over the economy. And Osaka was fairly close to the Japanese capital after all.

After Haruhi would let her go, she'd introduce herself to Kohaku when the woman bowed before her before turning her attention back on Haruhi.

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The noise and traffic in the area surrounding the airport was minimal. It was as silent as the darkest corridors of a forest in the middle of the night, with nothing but the sounds of nature. Nothing unnatural could be heard from the airport beyond the expected. As Haruhi lifted her embrace, she lightly grabbed onto Amyante's shoulder, revealing the minuscule amount of tears descending down her face. The look on her face could be described exactly as her former attitude during high school could be described, melancholic. The cheerful, usually eccentric girl, wasn't who she once was. She lacked the charisma in her speech now, and felt like she was dead to the world. Living alone with her daughter, silent and unseen, she continued to remain in her house often, opting to have former royal servants take care of shopping trips for her. While she still cooked for herself, and did everything else, she did it with little emotional response. Taiga was probably the only thing she cared about in the world anymore, the end of her Imperial House seemed to take it's toll.

She finally let go, allowing her embrace to slip lightly. Kohaku stood waiting, her traditional kimono fastened, the black and gold sheath of her katana, the hilt showing, blowing a little in the wind. The dagger next to it, silent and still. Kohaku was a cheerful girl at most times, but right now was not the time to be cheerful. The mixed emotions in her wouldn't allow it.

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The sounds around the airport were one of the first things Amyante noticed that gave her the impression that something was off. While she was no stranger to environmentalism when it came to running her own country, she had suspected the economy around Nishinomiya to be more active around this time of day. She was about to bring it up when Haruhi lifted her embrace, and noticed the small amount of tears in her friend's eyes. Feeling more than a little concern, she still figured it best to just wait until Haruhi let her go again, and rubbed her on the back in an attempt to comfort her. When the embrace slipped away, Amyante looked at Haruhi's face again, trying to discern what was going on.

- "Okay... Tell me what's wrong. Is Taiga alright?"

She glanced at Mayoi and Kohaku again, noticing the swords at the woman's side. Samurai style, if she got her guess right, and if she remembered correctly that would mean she was part of Haruhi's royal line. She hadn't really seen one another after that coronation ceremony that had gone so horribly wrong, sparking an international incident between her and... Yuktobania, she believed? Some long-dead nation in the east of what was once again Vauleo-Buryatia now anyway. Either way, she had been unable to keep tabs on what happened afterward, and figured the results to not be good.

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Youchiro Shinji was a patient man. His speciality was espionage and reconnaissance, two traits that made him extremely useful to the Ushiromiya family and the self-proclaimed 'Empress' herself. He could hear the gravel against his military-grade boots ash he inched in closer from the nearby control tower. Beneath him lay two dead individuals, the actual control tower personnel. A silenced pistol had done the job quite easily, but he figured now was the time to move in for his final objective: the assassination of the 'true' Empress herself, Haruhi Suzumiya. Bribery and deceit were custom for the Ushiromiya family, a group which rose to prominence because of their wealth and investments in companies and organizations across the country. One of the silent rumors that never really flew around Japan was that Ange Ushiromiya had been appointed a 'legitimate successor' and that Haruhi had stepped down from the throne. How the Ushiromiya family really got there was much darker, but the details didn't matter right now.

Stepping down the metal stairs, attempting to be as quiet as possible, his boots still made the occasional 'clang' noise. Readying his pistol, he went down to the bottom of the flight tower, and waited for the opportune moment. It came when Haruhi, emotional clinging to Tojimaru Amyante, began to weep gratuitously. Aiming for a proper shot, he pulled the trigger, only to misfire by a few inches by the glare of Nanaya Kohaku's katana hilt. Seeing the bullet fly past, most of the emotional individuals in the group didn't pay much attention. Kohaku was an individual with a keen sense of hearing, noticing the disturbing sound right before it flew past Haruhi's head.

They were lucky it was just a misfire, but it was up to Kohaku to take action. Triggering the system on her waist, she threw a dagger in the direction of the shot, the rope and pulley system it was attached to allowing it to flung at a distance. A jowl of pain was heard a couple of seconds after, a man with a now bloody left arm stumbling out of the lower area of the tower. The knife had managed to, miraculously tear through a vein or artery, judging by the amount of blood pouring out. His hand covering the wound, he was trying to stop the bleeding. Kohaku walked up to him, grabbing him by the throat, and pushed him against the wall.

He would answer for this, and tell them what was neccessary to know. Haruhi and Amyante could only stare in bewilderment.

Why would somebody be trying to kill the 'true' Empress?

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At first, Amyante didn't even recognize the gunshot for what it was. She simply felt a small sting in her left shoulder, much like being stung by something. She winced momentarily, but was stopped from checking to see what it was by Kohaku throwing a dagger at someone. She could only watch in bewilderment as Kohaku pushed the man against the wall. Still having the feeling that her sleeve clung to her arm for some reason, she looked to her side, and froze.

- "Oh !@#$."

This would be a sign to Haruhi, as Amyante had made a point out of not swearing. Upon looking, she too would notice the growing red stain on her friends arm where the bullet had grazed her shoulder. In retrospect it made sense, the gunman had fired at Haruhi and missed, but she had been embracing Amyante at the time, and the Proxian was taller that Haruhi was.

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Kohaku was still a girl, regardless of the circumstances. She had limits as to what she could do, just as any 'girl' was expected to have. Hypocrisy against her gender was one of the things that irritated her most. Their were lines at just how much she could do things, just like guys, but her gender has nothing to do with it. Being trained in a traditional dojo had helped her learn skills such as this, and they apparently came in handy since she was acting as a member of the unofficial delegation and a bodyguard on top of it.

Haruhi glanced over from side to side, occasionally witnessing Amyante's wound in front of her. Her body was shaking from a mixture of emotions: fear, distraught, confusion, anger. She let out a loud screech, all the emotions in her leading up to it. The tears now watering from her eyes were confessions of how out of it this had made her. A mixture of the past and present began to flow through her eyes, and she couldn't help but let back the emotions. She tried to get a grip of her self, now stumbling in her steps, and did the best she could to hold back the emotional tide. She had almost been assassinated, twice now. Kohaku continued to grip the man, but the loss of blood from the knife hit was starting to make his breathing short and fast. Lowering her grip, and pressing her foot against his legs, she looked at him emotionless and with no rage in her face.

Haruhi walked over, maintaining a decent disposition now, and punched the man as hard as she could right then in the face. She grabbed his shirt collar, with tears still in her eyes, and rage now filling her voice. [i]"Who sent you, damnit! Why and who! Just tell me NOW!"[/i]

The man smirked, and under his breath quietly said the last thing he would ever say:

[i]"Ushiromiya. Go to hell, lady."[/i]

Edited by Elrich von Richt
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  • 2 weeks later...

Oddly enough, Amyante didn't really feel the wound much, something she would later accredit to the adrenaline being pumped into her system. Feeling pretty much out of it, it took seeing Haruhi punch the man in the face to make her snap out of the trance she had been in, and shook her head lightly to get her mind to focus on the matter at hand again. Right, so someone was trying to kill either Haruhi -- which didn't make sense -- or her -- which made even less sense. Whatever the case, the assassin said mysterious person would have sent was a poor shot, fortunately, and she only ended up being grazed on the arm.

For once, she was glad to have received basic training as part of her role as Supreme Commander of the Zargathian Armed Forces. At first, it was something she had waived as her role had been mostly traditional, but changed her mind after the attack during the Coronation, ironically also in Greater Japan. She still had some trouble with an automatic rifle, but was now a decent shot with a pistol and, more importantly, knew how to find cover on her own so her guards would be able to deal with the threat without needing to catch a bullet for her. Come to think of it, maybe she should try and get Haruhi some lessons as well, it looked like she could use them right about now. Wincing as her shoulder started to sting from the movement, she walked over to her friend, though she was too far away to hear the man's dying words.

Mayoi on the other hand didn't really take it well. At the sound of a gunshot, she ducked, eyes wide in an attempt to figure out what was going on. Her eyes went from a panicking Haruhi to a wounded Amyante to a man that was pinned against the wall, heavily bleeding. Not knowing what to do, yet aware that she couldn't not do anything, her vision started to blur and she fainted, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

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Haruhi was irritated with the way things were going. The dying words of the man she had just punched, and whom was now dead from Kohaku's blade, stung deep inside of her heart, awakening knowledge of something that she had tried to deny repeatedly. To the nation of Japan, Haruhi had stepped down, although this was far from the actual truth. The actual truth of the entire matter pained her, and she couldn't help but feel the need to release it. She was going to get them to a safe place, and take care of it there. If she kept this locked up inside her forever, and didn't take some kind of action, she would regret it.

Her steps, light as they had always been with the slippers she was wearing, were far from comparable to the thud of Kohaku's traditional shoes. Masking her emotions, keeping a straight face, and trying to maintain composure, she nodded to Kohaku and motioned for he to follow. The sound of a thud from within earshot made her eyes immediately look towards the location of the sound, allowing her to notice the now fainted Mayoi. She clicked her tongue. People around her were doomed to come within distance of things like depression, pain, sorrow, suffering. Why could she only stop some, but not all of it? The answer was, she was human. Humans could only do so much before they reached their limit. She winced at how true this fact really was. It was ingrained in stone, set as god's word.

She picked up her pace, and so did Kohaku, as they rushed over to Mayoi and Amyante. Her mask broke a little, as she allowed tears to flow again.

"Why... do people keep screwing with the individuals I care for, and even me? Amy... get in the car with Mayoi, now. I need to make an important call, and then we are getting out of here and going to a safe place that only me and a select few know about. It's for the better, I need to get something off my chest."

Kohaku helped the two female friends of Haruhi get into the car, as she picked up her cellphone and dialed someone she hadn't spoken to in far too long, the very person who managed her 'house guard' and the former special forces of Japan. The person she knew was eternally loyal, not just to the Empire, but also the Empress Suzumiya. She was one of the last people she'd ever call, but one of the few she knew she could trust: Nia Teppelin.

Upon dialing the number, it reached 'Honor Guard Provisional Forces' headquarters. The HGFP was something she never liked using as a card against anything, but when situations like this came about, this was the only government institution at the moment that she could vest her faith in, at least ones that were armed and not military-related. She managed to get to Nia after about a minute worth of waiting, after letting them know who was calling them. The conversation with Teppelin, although short, rang a sense of truth in Haruhi's heart that she desperately needed right now. What she had just done was called out a contingent of the Honor Guard on a mission: protecting the 'Empress' and meeting up with her at the designated point she had given.

Teppelin would attend a conference with sleect individuals, including Haruhi, Amyante, Mayoi, and Kohaku, at that point. It was time.

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Though Amyante raised an eyebrow as Haruhi told her to get in the car, she knew better than to follow through on the comeback that had sprang to mind. Picking up Mayoi, she leaned into the car, buckling the unconscious girl up in the backseat to avoid her jostling around in what was bound to be a bumpy ride. After that, she'd buckle up herself as well, and wait for Haruhi to finish making her call. It didn't take a lot to figure out that the assassination attempt had set something in motion, something she was about to witness firsthand, and she could only guess where they would end up at the end of the ride. even if the worst happened, she was still the sole monarch of Zargathia, and Haruhi would be able to hide with her while her own spy network would make sure there was plenty of proof that she had never left for Japan in the first place.

It's what they were being paid for, anyway.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Haruhi shut the cell phone off after making the call to Teppelin. She didn't want to be traced, and she had a fear that someone might try to. She could never be overly cautious and even the simplest things like that could assist her in not being found. She got in the car, and began to relay instructions to the drivers. One of the key reasons she'd been out of touch with the government and the people in it, now obviously trying to kill her, again, was because she lived in the outskirts of Osaka, and had changed addresses, moving as quietly as possible in the process. It was hard to keep an eye on someone you couldn't find.

Taiga had been moved to the underground bunker, with a combination lock that only she and a select few she trusted knew about, and Teppelin and some of the members of the Provisional Honor Guard would be standing guard outside of the house, waiting for her arrival.

She let out a sigh, and just watched the scenery as they drove. It was the least she could do to calm herself.

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As the car started to move, Amyante looked at the wound on her shoulder. It was clear from the tear in her shirt where the bullet had hit, but the red stain had stopped expanding. She assumed it to be because the wet fabric had started to cling to the skin, acting as an improvised bandage of sorts, and to help the healing process she decided not to touch it until she was in the presence of a first aid kit to properly bandage the wound. She took a deep breath as she looked outside, trying to distract herself from being shot while trying not to move her shoulder too much. Mayoi was still out cold, and she hoped the girl would be for a while longer, at least until she could get a new shirt and pretend it had all been a bad dream of sorts.

After the drive was completed in silence, she noticed they had arrived at a house she hadn't been to before. Then again, as regent she owned property spread out all over Zargathia as well, and it would only be natural to assume Haruhi -- as (former) Empress -- would have access to several locations as well. The whole ordeal made her glad she had introduced reforms to her military a few days ago, with assassinations and revolutions taking place in Madurastan, Koryo and now Japan as well, they couldn't have been introduced at a better time as the news provided plenty of incentive for her citizens to join the military in full-time jobs.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Haruhi's silence was something that probably left a bad mark in the air as they traveled in the car. Of course, silence after tense situations never was the greatest relief on the situations, and only served to continue to leave a stagnant and cold atmosphere. Block by block passed by, and the mix of traditional and ever-growing modern Japanese architecture could come into sight as the car went by them. It was only so long before they finally arrived on the outskirts of town and began to approach the house that Haruhi had turned into her hermitage of sorts. It was a usual suburban house with two stories, and was not exactly strange and didn't stand out as much as one would expect. Technically, the house did not even exist on the registry for the city.

The car stopped and an armed guard, with an assault rifle slung across his back, opened the door for the ladies of the hour. When Haruhi stepped out, being the one closest to the door opened, she motioned for Amyante to follow her (and bring Mayoi with her, of course). The scenery outside the house at the moment was something you wouldn't expect however. Troops dressed in armor, clad in a samurai fashion (with modern materials) on top of their usual uniforms. They were also armed with what appeared to be an interesting assault-rifle, a development that had been in prototype stages since the beginning of the Greater Japanese Empire.

A girl, relatively young, but about the same age as Haruhi approached them. Her flowing white hair strangely matched the white armoring on the uniforms, which were black in contrast. Her contacts, although strange, only served to prove the point that these -were not- your typical soldiers. The girl with the flowing white hair gave a hasty military salute, and then bowed before Haruhi. Kohaku simply stood by her side with her weapons sheathed, motionless.

After noticing Amyante and Mayoi near her, she waved to the two of them and bowed politely.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nia Teppelin, Executive Commander of the Provisional Honor Guard"

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OOC: Cue long overdue post

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Amyante noticed the weapons and assumed thge girls -- however young -- to be guards. Though her own guards were older, she knew better than to comment: She had seen some of the training exercises her Royal Guard applicants were being put through, and figured they could quite likely have been able to take down people twice their size at age twelve. Reaching out to answer Teppelin's greeting, she introduced herself as well.

- "Greetings miss Teppelin, i am Amyante Tojimaru, Queen of Zargathia."

She looked around, spotting Mayoi, and felt glad that the diplomat was feeling slightly better now. Though that still of course did not solve the cause of her problems.

- "Much as i hate to make a request at this point, would you happen to have a shirt in my size? There's been an... incident."

Wanting to play it safe she kept her tone formal, though she was practically on a first name basis with most of her Guard that didn't mean Haruhi was as well. Going by the bowing, she was a bit uncertain how much of it was tradition and how much formality. She'd have to ask Haruhi about that some other time. Fussing a bit with her shirt, she sighed at the stain of dried blood and the tear where the bullet had nicked her shoulder. The fact that she was regretting the damage to her shirt was proof that the wound hardly even hurt anymore.

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OOC: Haruhi invited me over, she got shot at by someone who accidentally hit me, and now we're being transported to a house filled with 20 year old commandos. Nothing out of the ordinary for CNRP :P

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Nia looked at Amyante, as Haruhi went inside the house with protection from her guard.

She let her mind wander for a moment, and tried to remember if Haruhi wore the same size. After thinking about it, she remembered that Haruhi was probably just as slim as Amyante. She nodded, and sent one of the guard's to retrieve a shirt, and directed Amyante into the house. The guards would escort her into Haruhi's room, where she could find a shirt she liked and change. Nia was sure Haruhi wouldn't mind. Kohaku, since she was with her cousin, followed the guards with her to the basement (where Haruhi led them to). Time was of the essence, and it was short. The time for action, in Nia's mind, was now.

This wasn't going to be 'pretty'.

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Being roughly a head taller than Haruhi as well as having some extra shoulder width there wasn't much choice in what Amyante could wear, but in the end she nevertheless managed to find something that fit. Taking off her damaged shirt, she inspected her shoulder, surprised to see no signs of wounding whatsoever on her shoulder, the only real signs that she had been hit being a hole in the sleeve of her old shirt and a blood stain to indicate that she had indeed been hit. Moving her arm around she also felt no lingering pain of sorts. Figuring there was more important business at hand now, she shrugged it off as a matter of metabolism or somesuch and put on the shirt she had picked as a replacement, wearing her jacket over that in turn. It had been a good thing she had left it in the car, so the sleeve would be undamaged. Though it was a warm day today, she could still manage to wear her jacket indoors without collapsing from a heat stroke.

As she walked back into the room, Haruhi would notice from the frills that were visible at the collar that Amyante had picked one of her nightshirts, it being one of the few she could actually wear. It was still tight in places, but at least she wouldn't be tearing it just by moving her arms around. After sitting down, she coughed softly into her fist before folding her hands and waiting for the discussion to begin.

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Glancing around the subterranean room, it looked like a cross between a personal living quarters and a command post. In the middle was a raised table, with diagrams, plans, and maps of various areas. Anything that was central to ensuring the success of the mission was there, or in the set of file cabinets on the far left side of the wall. Sofas and chairs of varying design were scattered around the area. The only lighting was a single lamp hanging from the ceiling of the room. Around the room were armed members of the Provisional Honor Guard, a personal guard unit that Haruhi had created during her tenure as Empress, to stand for ceremonial purposes, and act as they were named, as guards. In the far left corner of the room was Nia Teppelin, the commander of the Guard unit. To her left was someone who was relatively known throughout Japan as a member of Haruhi's former cabinet, and who continued to serve supposedly with absolute obedience to the current regime. The person in question was Minori Chihara, the former and current Minister of Defense. The corruption and back-room deals which made Haruhi's fall as Empress possible made her sick. While she was differing from the former Empress in aspects of foreign affairs, defense, and other matters, she viewed her Haruhi as a person that should be awarded a level of respect that many others shouldn't warrant. She had fought for her people, and while Minori did not agree with absolutely everything the former Empress chose to do, she still respected her for her actions. Kohaku and Haruhi stood off to the other side. Kohaku's eyes widened as she noticed Haruhi glancing over towards the stairs which served as an entranceway for this impromptu fortress. The former Empress liftened her spirits a little to appear only a fraction of how vibrant she used to appear. Walking with a pace that showed hurriedness, yet remained professional, she approached Amyante. Kohaku, as always, accompanied her right side and stood ready to take down those who would threaten her.

"Welcome to our... command post, of sorts."

She let out a awkward little chuckle, and then sighed.

"It's about time I explained everything to you, isn't it? I didn't abdicate by my choice, well, entirely by my choice. Let's just start off with one word: Corruption. During my regime their were a lot of extremists who thought that the way I did things was... much too simple. They believed I should completely open Japan up to the entire world, but their motives weren't exactly the purest. These people were the type who would exploit every opportunity for financial gain, an a little extra bonus in their own coffers every month. They wouldn't do anything good for their country, and were the epitome of selfishness. I finally decided to end my tenture of Empress, months ago, because I didn't want to do it anymore. As much as I cared about the people, and the nation, I couldn't keep up with it anymore. It was starting to become too much of a burden for me to bear. So, I abdicated. I thought someone would take control, and had left notes with the right people to make sure the right things happened after I abdicated. But, it seems the whole thing leaked to the more extremist of my supporters, and they took the opportunity to seize the throne with my supposed 'blessing'. Like I'd ever give them my damned blessing."

She scoffed, and rubbed her forehead. The anger towards them would subside momentarily for now, but she tried her best to regain control of her senses so she could continue speaking to her best friend and ally about the mess that she'd gotten the country in. After shaking her head a bit, she managed to snap out of it.

"Anyways... this is something I view as -my- problem. It's not anyone else's burden except my own. I care too much about the future of the country to let it sit in this shallow state. This dosen't mean I want my old job back, but I'm definitely setting things in the right places this time."

She wandered off and took a seat in a chair. Talking about this wasn't one of the more interesting things she'd rather be doing, but it was neccessary. Kohaku escorted Amyante to the seat next to Haruhi's, and stood up next to Haruhi's right side, as always. This was going to be hell, and Haruhi knew it.

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Amyante listened as Haruhi explained everything to her. She could understand how her friend was feeling, to be honest: Siu's part in the Somalian election fraud was something she had not forgotten. Fortunately though, with a little help from the Australians ZEIS had managed to gather the proof needed to arrest and extradite Siu, and she hoped Haruhi's mission would be equally successful.

She would walk with Kohaku to stand nect to Haruhi, sitting down after she would. Though they were both heads of state, there was a time and place for everything, and official protocol could take a hike right now as far as she was concerned. She took a deep breath, feeling very much the revolutionary she had been during her initial 'assault' of Rathlin Island, idly wondering how long ago that had been now...

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