Author's Note: Hi everyone! I know I have a bunch of stories on hiatus right now but this is what inspired me and, quite frankly, I'm just happy to be writing again! The story is going to be set up this way: Tamaki's POV will be the present day storyline while all the flashbacks will be separate chapters and third person POV. I hope you enjoy!

Fragile

Tamaki

Mornings are the best part of the day. That always seems to be the time when my memories are clearer, sharper. I have to admit, I live more in my memories than I ever have in the present. I did follow in my father's footsteps and became the superintendent of Ouran Academy. I hate to admit that it was purely selfish reasoning on my part. I spent so much time in the Host Club, determined to be selfless towards others and yet, I spend my life sitting in an opulent office doing a job I dislike, looking over the only place that remotely felt like a home because I am too scared to leave it. University was enough of a wake up call for me to realize that the world I created with the Host Club was unique, reliable and everyone had their happy ending. I should have been intelligent enough to realize that the real world would not work out that way. Did this mean that I was delusional to believe that my mental escape would somehow come into being?

"President Suoh?"

I press down on the intercom button. "Yes, Miss Moto?"

"The Ootori's are here to see you, sir. They want to know if they should wait for the others-"

"Oh, no, send them in." In my excitement, I realized I had interrupted my kind receptionist. I would apologize later. My delusion had an opportunity to continue for a little while longer and the smile that plastered itself on my face was genuine for the first time in a long time. I had seen Kyouya a handful of times since graduating and he seemed to change even more each time. Unlike his family, he traded in the suits, briefcases and most likely, his families connections, for casual clothes and a relaxed posture. He also smiled more which was unnerving at first but I realized what made it unsettling was it had lost its razor blade edge. It had become genuine.

"Kyouya! Nami!"

Nami, Kyouya's wife, grinned widely at me and was the first to answer. "Tamaki! It's been too long."

I try not to take her statement as a reprimand but I know her too well. Nami is the kind of person who is completely transparent. She says what she means, no guessing or double talk. When Kyouya told me they were going to be married, it only reinforced the saying "opposites attract." Transparent Nami and "never do anything without a reason" Kyouya were the most mismatched couple I had ever seen. Well, maybe not the most mismatched...

"She's right," Kyouya added. "We missed you in Okinawa. It just wasn't," he smiled slightly and readjusted his glasses, "the same."

The beach in Okinawa...I hadn't set foot on that beach since the Host Club was there years ago. It brought back too many memories of her. The bullies...the water...the thunderstorm...They weighed on my chest and mind, suffocating them both. It's frightening how well I can push that aside, force a smile and convince my best friend that I was merely busy and not nursing a broken heart.

"Perhaps next year, Kyouya."

He looks at me like he expected a better response and I can't help but wonder if he knows. It wouldn't surprise me if he does. Kyouya always seemed one or five steps ahead of me. Nami's voice breaks into my thoughts.

"Can we tell him?"

"Tell me what?" I try to hide the panic in my voice but the smirks on their faces ease my worried mind.

Kyouya was trying to keep a straight face but, oddly enough, he was struggling. "It seems that Nami and I are going to be parents."

My mind went into absolute shock, thankfully my mouth was well accustomed to taking over at moments like this. "That's fantastic! Congratulations!" It was difficult for me to think of the host members as old enough to be married and have children despite our ages now. Once again, I've become so used to living in the past I've forgotten how much progress the others have made in their lives. I give Nami and Kyouya the expected hug and ask them to sit down. My mind was scrambling for the all the proper child questions when Nami beat me to the conversation.

"Tamaki, I have to ask you something."

I glanced over at Kyouya and could see slight surprise in his eyes. This was an unexpected question. Interesting. "Yes?"

"Are you happy?" she asked simply.

Once again, my mouth didn't fail me. "But of course," I even found a laugh from somewhere inside me. "Why would you ask that?"

Kyouya sighed. "Probably because you didn't glomp us when we walked through the door."

I could hear a tinge of nervousness with my next laugh. "I thought we were a little old for that but if you want-"

"No, no," Kyouya held up his hands. "It was an observation, not a complaint."

"Well, it is a complaint on my end."

Kyouya and I both turned in surprise at Nami. "What?"

Nami fixed her hazel eyes on me shrewdly. "I've noticed it, especially over the last few months, you're just not yourself. Ye olde emotional rock over here," she tilted her head towards Kyouya, "won't admit it to your face but he's been worried too."

I rubbed the back of my neck and grinned too widely, my nervous laugh taking on an almost panicked note. "Worried? About what?"

Kyouya took off his glasses and rested them on his knee. I noticed absently the multi-colored flecks of paint on his hands. "You don't seem genuinely happy. Is it the job?"

"How could I not be happy here at Ouran?"

The real question was could I be happy outside of Ouran? From what I had heard of the others, they had found their place in the world outside of the school. Kyouya was a well known local artist in Japan while Nami was an equally known novelist. Honey was known more for his generosity than anything else. He had his own toy factory now, making stuffed animals, dolls and puzzles. I had a sneaking suspicion that he donated more toys than he sold. He was also the only one, besides myself, that was unmarried. Mori was working in Tokyo as a detective along with his wife Keiko, who was the city's medical examiner. I suppose love can bloom even over a dead body. Then there was the twins... Hikaru and Kaoru finished a business study at University before helping their mother in the fashion world. Kaoru ended up marrying the head model for Hitachiin Designs while Hikaru-

"Tamaki?"

Kyouya had a look of part sadness, part interest on his face. He knew, he always did. Nami looked suspicious but was most likely unaware of the relationship dynamics that had played out between the entire host club. I forced yet another smile on my face. "Sorry, I must have gotten distracted."

"Are you happy?" Kyouya asked, carefully enunciating each word.

It would have seemed a silly, possibly offensive, question coming from anyone else. But there was a true sincerity to the simplistic query. And it dawned on me, it was the perfect question coming from Kyouya and Nami. Happiness was the solid foundation of their relationship and had been from the very beginning.