This is the first fan fiction I have written in a long time, so don't criticize too harshly. '

Est-ce Amour?

Victime Une: Tamaki

The blonde walked the hallways of the school, his lavender eyes scanning over the vast amount of people. He had his jacket slung over his shoulder, his usual refreshing aura about him. The girls of the school watched him as his, so-called, glorious form moved down the halls of Ouran Academy.

With a smile on his face, the father of the host club burst through the doors of the third music room. "Hello!" he called, throwing his arms up in the air. He opened his eyes, and his face suddenly turned from happy to forgotten. He gazed around the club in wonder. He wanted to know where the others had gone, and why there were no customers.

The Suoh child walked through the room, looking in doors, and other offset rooms. No one was there. He let a sigh escape his lips, and he walked over to a window, gazing out. He then heard someone behind him, small, light, footsteps.

"Hi, Tama-kun," a small voice stated.

Tamaki heard the voice, and turned. "H-Haruhi," he stated, looking at her. She was dressed in a sundress, clips in her hair, and the slightest hint of perfume lingered in the air.

Tamaki's face suddenly turned completely red as he brought his hand up to cover his mouth, and nose. He gazed at her for a moment, his gaze moving over her.

Haruhi gave him a small smile, her brown orbs gazing up into his lavender ones. She moved closer to him, moving between his body, and the wall.

Tamaki's eyes widened, slightly, and he looked down at her, "Haruhi?" he asked, his voice, questioning, as if he didn't understand.

Haruhi gave him a seductive smile, and moved her hand around his body, bringing both to his back, leaning against him.

Tamaki did not move, but stood where he was, the blush darkening on his face. He looked down at Haruhi as she leaned against him, a slight warmth flowing through him. When he felt Haruhi's touch, he gently brought his hand to her shoulder, bringing it down her arm.

Haruhi, slowly, pulled Tamaki's shirttail from his pants, and then proceeded to bring her hands up his back. Her hands traveled slowly, and gently, up his frame, her head resting on his chest. "Tamaki-senpai," she stated, quietly, her voice seductive, somewhat flirtatious.

Tamaki hugged Haruhi closer to his body, moving his arms, so the wrapped around her. "Haruhi," he stated, moving his hand down her back, and back up, again. He closed his eyes as he felt her gentle touch on his perfect skin.

Haruhi moved her head, and looked up at him, not saying a word, just gazing up at him, lovingly. She, then, moved her hands back down his back, and tucked her thumbs into the back of his pants, before removing them, and placing them on his chest. She brought her fingers up to his neck, beginning to un-tie his tie.

Tamaki moved away from her, looking at her. She was beautiful, but why the sudden change in attitude? He did not understand what was happening with his 'daughter'. The blonde-haired Suoh backed away a little more, still confused.

Haruhi let a pout settle on her lips, and moved towards Tamaki, "I'm sorry," she whispered, and then stood on her toes, placing her lips, lightly, on Tamaki's, and then moving away from him, leaving the blonde, both, startled, and his heart racing.

The blonde turned to watch the brown-haired host girl run off, her dress flowing behind her, her steps light. He felt another blush spread across his face, and he turned to gaze out the window, again, more thoughts running through his head than he had ever had in his head at one time.