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I'm out of tears to cry.

Living without you has been the worst thing I've ever experienced,

But now that I think back,

My life with you wasn't all that great.

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The door swung open, and behind those doors were the beautifully adorned Greek gods.

"Welcome, my goddess- oh, it's just you, Haruhi," Tamaki said, gracefully stretching out his hand. Haruhi breezed right by him and went into the back changing room. The twins stood up from their chairs and sauntered to follow her.

"Oh Haruuuuuhi! We have the prettiest togaaa for youuuu!" Kaoru called after her.

"Oh Haruhi stop! Don't get undressed just yet," Hikaru snickered as soon as they were out of sight.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!" Tamaki yelled, bolting out of his seat and around the corner.

No sooner than her going in the back to get changed, she emerged from the changing room arm-in-arm with the twins. Tamaki's jaw dropped.

"You... no way... you two DID NOT JUST CHANGE IN THERE WITH MY DAUGHTER!"

The twins' faces went from cheery to scornful.

"Milord," Hikaru started.

"Have you ever changed in the changing room?" Kaoru finished.

"Uh..." Tamaki paused.

"You two know that Haruhi is the only one that frequents the changing room," Kyouya interrupted. "You all know that us males don't really need privacy to change."

"Exactly," the twins said simultaneously. "So none of you have ever exactly been in the changing room."

"No," all the guys in the club replied.

"Well there's a chamber for dressing and a chamber for the ones waiting," Hikaru explained, smiling.

"And while she's dressing we wait in the other chamber," Kaoru finished.

"Behind a curtain," Hikaru added.

Tamaki blushed furiously, and went inside the changing room to inspect.

"Well there is a curtain," his muffled voice sounded through the door, "BUT SOMEONE COULD EASILY PEEK THROUGH IT!"

The twins were already out the door.

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"Hani-sempai!" Haruhi shouted as a flying child tackled her.

"Haru-chan! Haru-chan! Will you eat some cake with me? Mori has kendo practice and I can't find Usa-chan!" Little tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

"Don't worry Honey-sempai," Haruhi said, ruffling his hair, "I'll help you find your Usa-chan." They began searching the music room, underneath the tables, the chairs, the couches.

"Here!" Haruhi called, lifting up the stuffed rabbit. "Usa-san was hiding under this couch."

"Thank you Haru-chan!" Hani hugged her leg tightly, laughing. "I'm so glad!"

Haruhi set the bunny down on a chair and Hani sat opposite of it and began scarfing cake. Haruhi shared a smile and proceeded to sit down at another table and study.

After about ten minutes, Hani had finished three cakes and was thinking hard for some reason.

"Haru-chan?"

"Yes, Honey-sempai?"

"Do you love Tama-sempai?

Haruhi blushed as red as a tomato. "Never. Who would ever love an idiot like him?"

Hani hopped out of his chair and tottered over to Haruhi. "Haru-chan, I think you need to try to be honest with yourself. You're blushing! Doesn't blushing mean you like someone?"

She began to laugh, half out of nervousness, half out of embarrassment. "Honey-sempai, I guess I do kind of like him. I don't know why, I just do."

Honey smiled widely. "Okay!"

Haruhi took a deep breath and turned back to her papers. That's when the doors banged open.

Mori flew through the door, his kendo suit halfway on and his sword clattering into a chair by a table. He proceeded to walk over to Hani and pick him up and carry him out the door like a potato sack. Haruhi stood up abruptly at the loud noise, her chair falling and smacking onto the floor.

"What's going on?" she shouted at Mori's retreating back.

Kyouya stepped through the door and put on his best grimace.

"It's Tamaki."

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The six of them stood outside the grand estate, and Kaoru was the one who ventured his hand and rang the doorbell.

Immediately they were greeted by a legion of maids and butlers at the door. They parted to make an isle way for the members of the club to walk down. The first butler shook Kyouya's hand grimly.

"He's been waiting for you. Master is upstairs in his room."

Kyouya nodded. "Thanks." He turned and walked upstairs, the rest of the group trailing behind him.

They slowly opened the door to reveal a dark and cold room. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the vibrant sunlight outside. Even Antoinette, his dog, was nowhere to be seen. Hikaru flicked on the lights.

Laying there in the center of the bed, wrapped in at least a mile of bloodied bandages, was Tamaki.

His voice came out cracked and raspy. "Hey guys. I'm glad you could come see me for the last time."

"What? Last time?" the club choked out, shocked.

"Yeah. After the accident, my grandmother and dad decided unanimously to send me to France to live with my mother."

"But... your grandmother hates your mom! Why would they-" Hikaru started.

"Even though my grandmother absolutely despises my mother, they agreed it would be logical for my well being. It's a great place to recover from a full body injury like this. Plus, she apparently made a deal with my grandmother. I'm not allowed to know about it."

"What happened anyways?" Haruhi asked, feeling stupid. "Nobody told me anything?"

Tamaki frowned slightly. "I was hit by a truck."

"WHAT? How?"

"I was crossing the street because the limo couldn't find a parking space on the sidewalk and nobody was in their cars for my driver to bribe to leave. I had to cross the street and for some reason a truck wasn't aware that I was there. I got hit."

"Didn't you look both ways before crossing the street?"

"Um..."

Haruhi ground her knuckles into her forehead. "Don't your parents teach you basic traffic safety rules?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"So rich parents teach their kids that traffic will yield for an insanely rich child?"

Everyone nodded.

"This world is soooo fucked up," Haruhi cursed.

A wheelchair appeared at the door with two maids attached to the handles.

"Tamaki-sama, we're afraid your time with your friends is up. It's time to say goodbye," the maids said in perfect unison.

Tamaki grinned gravely. "Sorry guys. Guess it's time to go." He attempted to sit up, but fell back painfully into his bed.

Immediately four more servants appeared and helped him gingerly out of his bed and into the chair.

The twins hugged him for a moment and then retreated. Mori patted him on the head.

"Don't go Tama-chan!" Hani said, hugging him closely.

"Ow," Tamaki said, laughing slightly. "It's okay, Honey."

Kyouya shed his grimace and gave him a small hug. "I don't usually do things like this," he said, blushing.

"I know," Tamaki grinned. The maids began to wheel the chair out the door. Haruhi just stood there, dumbfounded. Tears sprang out her eyes involuntarily as she raced after the wheelchair.

She started down the stairs, the wheelchair was already out the door. She ran through the parlor, Tamaki was being loaded into the car. She threw the doors open, the car was driving away.

"WAIT!" Haruhi shouted after the limousine. "I!" She looked down at the ground, tears bitterly rolling off her face. "I... love you," she whispered.

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~L.H