As the last of the guests smiled giddily as they left the music room, the host club members scrambled to pick up the last of the messes. Sticky spills of tea stuck to the floor where young girls had dropped their teacups due to Tamaki's seductive words that were whispered in their ears. Cake crumbs were spread across the room from Honey's cute messy eating habits, and tissues were left on tables that were used to wipe the tears of joy off of the guests' cheeks. Haruhi quickly paced around, scrubbing and washing and spraying the walls, due to her natural 'clean up after yourself' habit. Tamaki just reclined back in the leather chair, running his hand through his hair, and acting like himself. He stared at the busy bunch and wondered why they were so hard at work.
"We can get people to clean up for us you know," he said wide-eyed at the crew. Haruhi simply looked up from the spill she was cleaning and smirked.
"Well," she said, her mind concentrated on lifting away the mess," I think it'd be a good skill for you learn. Not everyone wants to wait on you Tamaki…" he layed back and ignored her comment. The atmosphere was a little awkard that day in the music room. Haruhi and Tamaki had been arguing in little outbursts all day, and the rest of the gang felt torn between the two friends.
"I don't want to clean, and I won't," stated Tamaki flatly and strongly. His face was unusually serious. His fingers tapped on the arm of the chair as if he was bored. Haruhi put her washcloth back into the bucket, and stood. She dusted off the dirt from her pants, and wiped some sweat from her forehead.
"There," she said," it looks much better now." Tamaki didn't respond, just turned his head towards the window. The twins looked up at eachother, and both had frowns on their faces. Their stomachs turned at the harshness that they used toward eachother.
"We had better get going," said Hikaru, grabbing his brother's arm. The rest of them, beside Haruhi and Tamaki, stared as if they were about to jump from a ship into shark-infested waters. They waited for the responses of the feuding friends.
"See you tomorrow then," Haruhi said brushing her bangs to the side. Kaoru blinked a few times, and picked up his bag. Everyone remained quiet as they slipped out of the room, almost unnoticed in the midst of it all.
"You know, I think it'd be good for you two to sort out your differences. None of us can be in a happy mood when you two are fighting," Honey said out of nowhere. Mori gave him a look that said 'you should have kept your mouth shut'. Honey's eyes moved back and forth from Haruhi to Tamaki, but they never made eye contact. A tear ran from his eye and down his cheek. He clenched his hands into fists, something that Honey usually never did. Mori noticed his distress, and needed to do something about it.
"Honey," Mori stated," let's go home." No one dare said anything, Mori showed no feeling, but they could tell that he wanted to leave. Honey stood and wiped a tear from his eye, grabbing Mori's sleeve.
"Goodbye guys," he said glumly. He tugged on Mori's shirt, telling him it was time to leave. Haruhi thought for a moment how sad he looked compared to his usual attitude. It was all her fault, she thought. They slid through the door and it slammed shut. The bang of the door echoed through the whole room, making Kyoya flinch as he dusted a windowsill. How awkward it must have had been for him.
"You can be off if you want Kyoya," said Tamaki gesturing towards the door. Kyoya continued to dust ferociously at the already shining windowsill. Haruhi was afraid he would take the finish off it he continued.
"Actually, I was about to get going," he said with a hint of anger in his voice," I would much rather be alone that a part of this catastrophe." Haruhi looked at Tamaki at the same moment he had glanced down at her. Their eyes met for a moment, before Haruhi looked down at the floor.
"Kyoya, I'm sorry about all of this, I promise that we'll work it out by tomorrow." She felt guilty for making Kyoya feel upset. He was usually so calm and cool, and didn't let his emotions get a hold of him. He set down the duster abruptly, and pushed up his glasses. He had already started to hide his emotion.
"Guests like happiness and perfection," he said walking towards the door, before opening it strongly, and slamming it shut. The room was quiet. Kyoya losing control? How odd, something very important must have made him act like that.
"Now everyone's angry," said Tamaki, resting his head on his fist. He turned his chin towards Haruhi and his eyes looked sad. They looked full of sorrow and regret. Those eyes locked on Haruhi.
"When I snapped at you today, I didn't mean to make you angry. I was simply frustrated," said Tamaki, trying to be sincere.
"Well you should expect me to be angry after calling me worthless. I know I haven't been here as long as everyone else, but I still think I'm an important addition to the club…" Haruhi walked along the side of the couch, trailing her fingers along the seams. Tamaki cocked his head to the right and stared up at her. She had little spots of dirt clumped onto her cheeks from vigorous cleaning.
Changing the subject, he said, "You should clean yourself up," he turned towards the tissue box on the end table. Grabbing it, he pulled a few out and put them in his hand. Haruhi smiled a little as he licked one and stood.
"Here," Tamaki grabbed Haruhi's small chin and began to rub the dirt off of her skin. Haruhi looked up at him as he concentrated on not looking into her eyes.
"I apologize too, but hopefully you'll control your feelings a little better next time." Tamaki kept his eyes locked on the dirty spot. Haruhi backed away from Tamaki and brought her sleeve up to her face, wiping off the wetness from the tissue. Tamaki cleared his throat and straightened his tie. The conversation was choppy, and there were instances like this every once in a while where they would fall silent again. Outside, the clouds moved slowly, and started to cover the night sky.
"It's getting late, we had better get going," said Haruhi. She stared outside towards the grey clouds. Tamaki lay back down onto the sofa, and put his hands behind his head.
"I don't plan on going anywhere for a while. How do you expect to get home?" he fluttered his eyes and fidgeted his body, trying to get comfortable. Haruhi thought for a moment, and shivered against the cold of the empty room.
"Well, I planned on getting a ride from one of the others…" she suddenly realized her reality. They had all gone home almost an hour ago, leaving her here alone with the one person she was having problems with.
"I'm not driving you." Tamaki stated as the gentle pitter-patter of rain started to sound on the windows. Haruhi's face dropped into a frown. Her hands quivered at her sides.
"What am I supposed to do? My dad's going to be expecting me home soon," Haruhi looked down at Tamaki, who was now smiling, tousling his hair.
"I'm staying here Haruhi, it's pouring outside." Haruhi glanced out the window, now seeing the great amount of water that was being thrown from the sky. The room fell silent once again, but this time, the sound of an angry storm created an eerie background music to the moment. Tamaki continued to stare at Haruhi as her heart sank. The clouds began to rumble, and a tear slid from her face.
"It's okay," said Tamaki. Haruhi sat down onto the couch and curled into a ball…