This day was the same as any other. That probably sounds cliché, but consider this. When I say the same as any other, I mean things like this. A set of fake, incestuous identical twins acting completely different than who they are; a half-French, half-Japanese blond who, while book smart and very kind, is terribly idiotic, immature and self centered; An 18 year old man who couldn't be more than 4 feet tall, with huge eyes and a flawless child act; A 7 foot silent man who caters to this 4 foot tall man, who, by the way, is his elder; And, there is a young, female scholarship student who is in way over her head in debt. Did I mention she was masquerading as a boy?

This set up of ours is supposed to be a big happy family: Two odd neighbors, a daughter, twin sons, a "loving" father, and me, the mother. And in this big happy family, we're here to entertain woman using our charm and unique characteristics: The prince type. The little-devil type. The wild, the boy-lolita, the normal, and then there's me: The cool type. As much as I think this is stupid way of spending my time, I have my merits. Not that I'm going to waste my time mentioning them here.

Back to the day. I was standing in the entry way like I do every day, over-looking the chaos unfolding in front of me. I kept my pen attached to the paper in my notebook, barely even giving what I was writing a second thought. I wasn't going to make any mistakes. My glasses gleamed as I wrote, trying to ignore everything while I concentrated.

"I'm not sure how someone like you puts up with this, Kyouya," a voice interrupted from beside me. I didn't look up, keeping a steady pace with my writing as I responded. I couldn't help but let a smile cross my lips.

"It's all about the ignorance, Haruhi," I told the girl, not able to shake the grin. I wasn't sure how she managed to make something so rare happen. I guess I just wasn't used to having someone sensible around me during these hours in my week.

I didn't have to look up to know she was still standing next to me. After all, this exchanged happened often between us. She would stand next to me for a while, holding a tray of tea, with a crooked eye brow and an annoyed pout as she watched over everyone. I wouldn't really speak to her, but somehow, she didn't grow tired of it. That was one of the factors I enjoyed about her company. She wasn't like most women. She didn't pester, she didn't whine, nag, or bitch.

The odd thing about her was, though, despite that pout and eye brow, if you looked into her eyes, they gleamed. She was happy. She liked being here. She may look annoyed on the outside, but on the inside, I could tell she had no-where else she would rather be; except maybe a library. She was a very studious commoner.

After a minute, I lifted my pen from my paper and shut my notebook with one hand. I looked up and pushed my glasses up my nose, flipping my book under my arm all in one very familiar motion. I gave the room a review before turning a bit to my left. I noticed Haruhi glanced at me, but as soon as I turned to check, her head flung back again. The dishware rattles a bit.

"What's the matter?" I asked casually, turning forward again. An odd crack came from her throat before there was a nervous chuckle.

"N-Nothing... That just seems really... Rehearsed."

I was about to reply, but her chuckle turned into a bit of a titter, and before I even had a chance to turn and look at her, she was laughing. My lips pursed as I finished my turn. Her eyes were closed in a pure ecstasy. I wasn't even sure what to say, so I just smiled and turned back, pulling my notebook open again. I flipped a couple pages and began to write again, my glasses once again hiding my eyes. As her laughter slowed, she choked out an apology before stepping forward towards the group.

Once she was back at her table, my hand slowed into a stop and slumped. I let my head drop downwards a bit and looked over the page. I wasn't even writing. All that was on the page was empty lines, and mindless scribbles filling them. Why would I do something like that? Even when I'm just looking for an escape, I usually do something productive.

I tried to shrug it off. I noticed the King strutting over, one hand in his pocket, his hips moving back and forth like he was being tugged by two separate strings.

"Kyouya!" he sung in a needy, expecting tone. I could already feel the throb in my temple, but I lifted my head and smiled regardless.

"What can I do for you?"

As he starting spouting off ideas at me, I pulled out my notebook and started writing, my glasses gleaming. Once I reached my scribble from before, I froze for a moment. And for one of the first times, I accidentally ignored Tamaki's babbling and I lifted my head. The gleam from the lenses slid off. My lips pursed again as my eyes wandered over the King's shoulders and over to Haruhi. She was leaning forward in her chair, her hands on her knees. My head cocked slightly, but I snapped back into reality when my name was called once again.

"I hear you, Tamaki. I hear you."

- - -

It was after hours now. The girls were gone, and all that remained was us. Our personalities back to normal: Haruhi was done being a boy; Tamaki had dropped his Prince act and was back to being a foolish little boy; Honey was sitting at a table, stuffing his face with cake after cake while Mori sat with him, a blank stare on his face; The twins were no longer in love with each other, causing mischief with their 'father' and sister'; Then there was me, Mommy, standing in the same place as always except for the odd dramatic cameo, in which I really just stood in the background with my arms crossed.

I had no idea where this plot was going when the first twist happened. I was standing where I usually did, still writing. Half expectantly, I was attacked by Tamaki, shouting as he gripped my shoulder and flung behind me. My hand strayed across the page, leaving an annoying line over everything. I tried to silence my grumbles as I put the file on hold. His hands gripped around my shoulders and his head crawled upwards with sad eyes.

"Mom," he whispered. I took in an annoyed breath, not willing to respond. He continued, "Mommy." Finally I let out a sigh and pushed up my glasses.

"What is it, Daddy," I muttered, looking over my shoulder slightly. I was pretty indifferent about this whole family set up. I had nothing against it, but it was extremely unconventional.

"I think we raised rebellious sons."

At that point, I was so annoyed that I pushed up my glasses again even though they were perfectly in place. Sigh. This was when I really just stopped caring for the afternoon.

"You're their father, take them out for some male bonding time," I suggested sarcastically. Before I even had time to bask in my own joke, he was out from behind me, gripping a determined fist.

"Kyouya! What an ingenious idea!" His eyes gleamed and he started his usual meaningless monologue. I nodded and smiled during his pauses, returning back to my files for a while. I listened attentively, making sure to write down anything that mattered at all to me. There usually wasn't much, but I could afford the risk.

My mind began to wander. If they were having male bonding time, did that mean I'd have to take time away from my schedule for girl bonding time with my daughter? That would be so pointless—so meaningless. Why was I even thinking about it? I took my frustration out on the paper in front of me, writing as hard and thick as I could. What was wrong today? I just found it so hard to concentrate.

As the King ended his rant, he ran off to pry his sons from his daughter. I watched, rather uninterested. The twins were bent at the hips, hugging close on either side of Haruhi. She seemed rather annoyed by it, but like before, the look in her eyes said otherwise. I never really noticed how big her eyes were. I crossed my arms, my eyes disappearing behind gleam as I watched everything. My head cocked a bit watching Tamaki behind the group, looking like a shark, over-flowing with fatherly love.

"I wonder when he'll notice," I muttered. I smiled a bit and let my head fall again, pushing up my glasses before finally heading over to take part in the chaos I've grown to love.

"What do you mean male bonding time?" the twins moaned in unison their arms lifted up in a shrug. Hikaru spoke first, leaning further forward. "We would much rather like to spend time with our loving sist--"

"No!" Tamaki shouted, shoving them both off screen. Haruhi took this opportunity to escape next to me a few meters away. Her get away wasn't very graceful, tripping after a step, her leg flying up behind her as she reached out for the air next to me. I watched her behind the gleam of my glasses, my lips separating slightly again. My gaze darted forward once it was no longer protected from her eyes.

"Kyouya-senpai," she groaned, stepping back up beside me. She watched in pure annoyance as the twins pulled all of the King's strings causing an unnecessary uproar. Her eyes scrolled up to me, her lips turning up a bit. "Why am I stuck here..."

I didn't skip a beat in my answer. "I already told you that you could run if you wanted to. I'd just get myself a passport, first." I pulled out my files again to keep myself looking preoccupied.

"Would you really like it better if I left?" she asked simply. Suddenly, my answer didn't come instantly. My head lifted a bit as my lips parted, and my writing paused again. Would I like it better? Why would that even matter? I suppose there are the extra customers.

"Your absence would cause an unfortunate drop of traffic for the club," I responded, writing again. I could feel her eyes on me. Why did this girl have to look straight through to you when she spoke to you? I gulped a bit and closed my files. I tugged a bit at my tie, trying to keep a calm expression. "Not to mention I think we'd need serious psychological help for Tamaki." I finally turned to her. Her cheeks were a bit coloured and she had a soft smile across her lips.

"I asked how you would feel, Senpai." She chuckled and turned forward again. My head cocked slightly. "I want to know if you would miss me personally, not professionally." I wasn't sure what to say after that. I'd never thought much about my personal feelings. I took in a breath to try and change the subject, but it was done for me as Tamaki came skipping forwards.

"Haruhi! Tell your brothers to respect their father!" He took her by the arm and tugged her forward. I crossed my arms as her leg flew upwards again. Hiding my eyes again, I lifted the length of my finger to my lips and let out a light scoff. I shook my head before looking upwards again.

An interesting thought, Haruhi.