Hola Reader(s)! - ever hopeful with my S there ya see? ;D

I personally really like this chapter even though it might seem like their relationship is moving along

way too fast...I like the idea that they just feel really comfortable with eachother, maybe that's

part of their connection...hmmmm

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the wonderful people who do :D

Tamaki took a deep breath before following his new ward out into the busy hallways. People stopped to stare and whisper as they passed by, spreading the latest gossip amongst themselves. It's amazing how quickly word spreads around in a place like high school, he thought. Slowly, the Ouran students made their way from their locker to their next classes, leaving the corridors clear and Tamaki alone with Lark. He cleared his thoaght nervously.

"What part of the acadamy would you like to see first, Mister Lark?" he asked, trying to keep his cool.

Lark's eyes seemed to glaze over, his voice faltered, his eyebrows creased into a frown. "Tamaki, please just call me Lark. Everything is so new and different and formal here... Just call me what my friends called me back home, alright? Just call me Lark."

The way he said it was almost sad. Tamaki was touched by the boy's display of simple, raw emotion. He's homesick, he thought, He needs a good friend here. Tamaki smiled to himself, already knowing that he could be that person for Lark That he wanted to be that person.

"Alright, Lark, what next? What part of the gorgeous Ouran Academy is just calling out for you to see it?" Tamaki asked, suddenly re-gaining his lost confidence.

At this, Lark smiled. An adorable, lop-sided smirk. "Actually...I uh...really wanted to see the the court-yard. I heared it's really beautiful in the spring, with the cherry blossoms coming in bloom and all. They are beautiful arn't they? I could watch them all day... the delicate pink-white petals drifting to the ground..." He paused, looked embaressed for speaking so openly to Tamaki, who he barely knew. Then he smiled again, closed his eyes and recited a poem. The way Lark moved his mouth to shape the words, the way his cheeks flushed at being watched, the way his voice brimmed with feeling...Tamaki thought he had never heared anything more perfect in his entire life.

"Pink petals passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky

Swaying silent shroud
Suitors strolling by
Pink petals passing
Lover's gentle sigh

Pastel hues falling
Slow fluttering grace
Pink petals passing
Lining streams in lace"

Lark's green eyes fluttered open, he looked up at Tamaki through his long, black lashes. Tamaki, who had been holding his breath, finally exhaled. "That was beautiful...did you write it yourself?" The small, black haired boy still looked slightly embaressed, but nodded yes. Tamaki smiled at him. "Come on, Mister Poet, let me show you the court yard. You can read me your other compositions under the cherry blossom trees." he joked.

Without thinking, Tamaki offered his hand to Lark as he would have to escort a client from the Host Club. He blushed when he realized his mistake. "Oh, uh, sorry, I just-" but Lark just smirked up at him and calmly wrapped his own arm around Tamaki's, leaning slightly against him, his head only just reached the blonde boy's shoulders.

"Don't apologize, Tama." he mumered.

=] yay you're at the end!

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-TheOracleBook-

They walked together, hand in hand, to the court-yards.