A/N: There aren't enough Honey/Haruhi fanfics out there, so I'm gonna make an attempt at it. For those who read my last fanfic, I'm sorry that I haven't update in forever! I ran out of steam with it :( I might go back to it sometime. Now, enjoy!~
"Haru-chan!" I shouted out in warning as I catapulted myself into her arms. The faint scent of strawberries that always lingered on her was mixed with the smell of fresh baking. It was intoxicating.
"Hey, Honey-sempai. Don't get too excited, the cakes will still take another half hour at least." I was expecting her to drop me back to the ground in an instant, but she didn't pull away. Instead her fingers slowly threaded through my hair in a soothing motion.
My immediate response was to nuzzle into the crook of her neck, savouring the experience before it would inevitably end. "That's okay! Haru-chan's cooking is the best. It even beats both Takashi's and my family's chefs."
"I'm sure that's an exaggeration." Her arms began to loosen around me as I made the small decent to the floor. I may have finally started a growth spurt, but I had a way to go before I was taller than even Haruhi.
My mouth opened to reply, but a blonde blur tackled into the object of my affection, spinning the cross-dresser around in a whirlwind of confused yelps and flailing limbs.
"My darling daughter. It's almost Christmas! You should see France during this festive season, it's magnificent. I'll take you one year! Daddy can have you all to himself." Tamaki's mouth was going a mile a minute. As much as I loved the younger boy, I couldn't help but envy his very obvious displays of affection that easily out-staged my own. The only thing that gave me a glimmer of hope was the hand that came clamping down on the host club king's mouth and the stony unimpressed eyes that met his.
"This is harassment, sempai. If you don't mind, I have more baking to do." And with that, the brunette left us both staring longingly as she re-entered the kitchen area.
"Oh, Honey-sempai, what is a father to do? She's so rebellious! Maybe she just doesn't love her Daddy anymore," Tamaki whimpered. His eyes sought out my own, pleading silently with me to comfort him, to tell him he was wrong. I always hid the inner-conflict with my usual loli-boy enthusiasm, but the temptation to tell him to grow up was strong. Now that I think about it, me, the man that was constantly mistaken for an elementary student, telling Tamaki to grow up would probably be the height of hypocrisy, with a hint of irony thrown in.
"Don't worry, Tama-chan, I'm sure that Haru-chan still loves you. You just gotta keep trying!" I regretted the words as soon as they escaped my lips. But it worked. Tamaki stood tall once more, grateful smile firmly in place.
"Oh yeah, Tono. I bet she loves you." Hikaru slunk over with that mischievous glint in his feline-like eyes that promised trouble.
Kaoru mirrored his twin, drifting around the other side of me and resting a hand on my shoulder. "That must be why she's spending Christmas with us this year and not you."
"We'll have her all to ourselves, since her father's going to be out of town."
"In fact he wanted us to personally look after her for three whole days."
I can't say I was overly surprised. Haruhi's father favoured the twins over Tamaki any day. I presumed that Ranka had originally asked Kyoya to take that privilege, the okama's obvious favourite, and then resorted to asking the Hitachiin's. The envy tainted my usual good mood once again, but I tried to shove it out of the way.
"What?! I can't have my daughter staying with you hooligans! You'll taint her with your perverted thoughts. Especially you, Hikaru." A hand swung forward, shaking with fury, and pointed at one of the twins.
"Wrong one, Tono." They sniggered from either side of me. I found myself laughing along with them, although with a slightly less menacing tone to it.
"Wait a second, Honey-sempai, where's Mori-sempai?" Kaoru asked me, prodding me in the side with one slender finger.
"Woah, you two can actually be separate? I thought you were a package deal," Hikaru admitted incredulously, scratching the back of his head with one hand.
"Takashi has kendo practise. He's competing in a competition soon and wanted the extra training. Kyo-chan said it was alright," my eyes darted from side to side, trying to meet both of the twin's eyes at the same time. "And we can be separate. What do you think of us? That we even share a bed?"
Hikaru looked a bit surprised at my reply, but Kaoru chuckled and patted me on the shoulder. They met eyes above my head, communicating seamlessly without the use of words, before a silent agreement could be sensed between them. With one more menacing glance in Tamaki's direction, they darted away leaving us in confused silence.
"Well, this should be interesting." I almost jumped as the Shadow King's voice rang out behind me. Tamaki quickly sobered from his depression and stared expectantly at his best friend.
"How so, Kyo-chan?" I leant my head back far enough that I was staring up into his face. His glasses slipped down his nose slightly as he tilted his face down towards me. A faint smile twitched at his lips in a knowing fashion before setting into the steely default shadow king expression.
"Call it intuition, Honey-sempai." His glasses flashed in the trademark Kyoya style as he pushed the lenses back to their usual perching spot.
"What kind of answer is that?! Out with it, Kyoya!" Tamaki was back to his usual self, flailing his arms about in exaggerated distaste.
"You need to calm down, Tamaki. The ladies will be entering soon. We wouldn't want out self-proclaimed king in a state before work even begins, now do we?" And with no further explanation, Kyoya swiftly took his leave, weaving graceful around furniture with his eyes fixed on his little black notebook.
I had a bad feeling about this. And I could tell from Tamaki's expression that his feelings mirrored my own.