A/N: This story was my first ever fanfic, and I have recently revised it. It was riddled with errors, and the formatting was FAR from correct, so I touched it up quite a bit. But I didn't actually rewrite the chapters, because I wanted to keep the essence of the original chapters. I'll try to come out with a new chapter soon, but in the mean time, enjoy! :)

"I cannot believe you Tamaki!" a furious female voice screamed, as the large pink doors of the third music room barged open.

The owner of that voice went up to the absent minded blonde, as he looked out at the dying sun from one of the large windows within the lavishly decorated room.

He turned to see his friend storming towards him. "Hi Haru-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw that she was fuming at him. It was quite obvious he hadn't heard her angry entrance.

"Huh? Haruhi, what's wrong?" he asked the enraged, petite girl.

"Oh, you know what's wrong!" she screeched, her brown eyes ablaze. "You're the one who did it after all!"

"Haruhi," he began calmly, putting comforting hands on her small shoulders. "What did I do?" He looked at her with curious violet orbs, wondering what could've gotten the usually calm girl so upset.

"How could you not know?! You're the one who sent Éclair to tell me!" she screeched, as if it was obvious.

"What are you talking about?" he questioned, but Haruhi didn't seem to hear what he had asked, and continued.

"I can't believe you're going back to France… And with her of all people…" she muttered in disbelief, an obviously hurt expression in her chocolate orbs.

"Haruhi, that's not tr—" he tried to explain to her, but was cut off unexpectedly.

"Forget it Suoh," the brunette coldly cut him off, looking away from him. But not before he caught a glimpse of her eyes.

The look in them was menacing and painful at the same time. Sadness, anger, and hurt clouded the moist coffee irises, and he hoped to never see that look again.

She harshly pushed his hands off her shoulders, and ran out of the room, into the corridor.

"Haruhi, wait!" the blonde called to her desperately, as he ran out after her.

She ran as fast as she could, but he was faster, and caught her abruptly by the shoulders. "Let go of me!" she commanded at the sudden grasp on her small shoulders, knowing it was him behind her.

"No," he replied defiantly, tightening his grasp. "Let me explain first."

But she ignored his demand.

"Let go!" she screamed yet again, and slapped him, hard, on his cheek, leaving a red mark of where her hand had been.

He let go of her, and was too shocked with the fact that she had done that, then with the fact that it hurt.

"I hate you Tamaki Suoh! I hate you!" she screamed throughout the crowded corridor, for all to hear.

Although the words were shocking, it hit Tamaki the hardest, as those three, cruel words echoed through his ears.

"I hate you Tamaki Suoh! I hate you!"

"Why Tamaki? Why are you leaving me… for her? I… I never thought I would fall in love with an idiot like you, but I did… All I wanted was for you to love me back… but maybe that was too much to ask from you… You'd rather go back to France with Éclair, huh? She's more beautiful than me anyway…" she thought to herself bitterly, as she ran down hallway, avoiding the shocked and disgusted glares from her fellow classmates.

"That's probably is, isn't it?" she seemed to ask him, tears running down her face.

"Why does it seem, that the people I love always disappear?" she pleadingly asked. "Why me?"

"I'm sorry Haruhi. I'm so, so, sorry. I never meant to hurt you. That would never be my intention… I would never leave you… I told my father I wouldn't go back, because I wanted to stay here, with my friends… with you. I love you… but if you hate me, I'll get out of your way. I'll leave you be." Tamaki thought to himself miserably.

"I'll do it for your sake, Haruhi. I'll do it for you,"

And so, Tamaki moved back to France, without saying good-bye to anyone; not even Haruhi. He left a letter telling his friends where he was going, but there was no return address, and no other ways of communication.

It read:

Dear Friends,

I am leaving, for the sake of someone very important to me.

Yes, I am leaving for France, and I would rather not explain the reasons, for they are too painful to mention.

I know, this is a selfish decision on my part, but I must do this… for her sake.

Please, do not have anyone come after me. I don't want to cause anyone anymore harm, or pain.

Please forgive me for being so blind, and selfish. I apologize.

Tamaki Suoh

To the host club, it seemed like a much too formal, and out of character letter from their ecstatic friend. But it got the point across. He had left them, and returned to France.

So Tamaki Suoh disappeared like a cloud of smoke. Only leaving a few, bittersweet memories behind. And wasn't seen by any of the Host Club members, until seven years later.