A/N: Here is the second chapter of the Christmas story. For those that love Tamaki/Haruhi, this one's for you. Enjoy!
Chapter 2 – Tamaki/Haruhi
Haruhi was going to kill him. Not only kill him, but she would take lessons from Kyoya and torture and maim him before she killed it. It would be a slow and agonizing death.
She'd told him that going on this business trip a week before Christmas was a bad idea. And now with a snow storm grounding all of the planes in Paris, Tamaki decided that she might be right. Oh she was definitely going to kill him.
They'd been married for three years and were expecting their first child on New Year's Day. And the way his luck was going, he'd probably get a call saying that his wife was in labor and the baby was coming early. He wouldn't put it was the Kami of luck to curse him like that.
Christmas was in two days and he'd been trying to get back to Japan for the past 24 hours. What happened to Christmas miracles and stuff like that?
His wife was probably calling Kyoya now to find out the best way to torture him…and she might even bring in the twins. Maybe he could beg Mori and Hunny to make his death quick and painless. They'd probably side with her though and make sure Tamaki endured as much pain as possible before his demise. And it's not like he'd be safe here in Paris because Kyoya had a long reach and the Black Onion Squad would hunt him down and throw him into a dungeon…somewhere.
And he would deserve it all. His mantra of making women happy, was being broken. And Haruhi wasn't just any woman, she was his wife. He deserved a slow torturous death.
"Mr. Suoh?" A woman standing behind the ticket counter called out to him.
He jumped up and fell to the ground before tripping his way to the desk. "Yes! I'm Mr. Suoh!"
"Uh…" She eyed him as if he'd just been released from the insane asylum. "Yes, well…we have just received word that they will be letting some flights take off. I have you booked on the first flight available leaving for Sydney, Australia."
"But I'm going to Tokyo, Japan," he explained patiently as if he were talking to an idiot.
She narrowed her eyes. "Yes, sir, but –"
Tamaki interrupted her and threw back his hair, giving her a wink and a smile. Instantly the woman got hearts in her eyes and she was under his spell. "My dear, I know you are working your fingers to the bone trying to accommodate everyone, but is there nothing heading to Tokyo?"
Giggling, the lady blushed and her grin grew. "I'm sorry, but there are limited flights leaving. Sydney is the best I can do, and from there you can get a flight to Japan since they are in their summer season and won't be dealing with the snow issues that we are at the moment."
"But…"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Suoh, but that's the best we can do."
"Then I'll take it." He leaned closer. "Is there any possible way for you to also book me a flight from Sydney to Tokyo?" He winked again and the woman fainted.
When she came to, she pulled herself up and gushed, "YES! Let me please do that for you!"
It wasn't long before Tamaki was settled in his first class seat and flying off to Sydney, Australia. Only a five hour layover between flights and then he could fly home, arriving before Christmas morning…maybe. Sydney and Tokyo were a day ahead. His two days before Christmas automatically became one. Haruhi was really going to kill him.
When he landed in Sydney, he called Haruhi to check in. He'd called her before he took off from Paris. She didn't sound happy, but she also didn't rub in the fact that she'd told him not to go on the trip. "Haruhi, I'm here."
"Here where?" Haruhi asked, looking out the window of their home.
"In Sydney!"
"That's not here. That's there," she deadpanned.
"I'm trying to get home."
"I know you are." She sighed heavily. "Just get home as soon as you can." What she didn't tell him was that she was already having contractions, but they were irregular and not very close together. Kyoya had come over as soon as she called and told him about them to monitor her, but she wanted Tamaki home for Christmas and she didn't want him to miss the birth of their first child. If she told him everything, he'd be in a blind panic trying to get to her and annoy the people around him. If only he didn't care so much about wanting to travel as a commoner. Not that he did much of it considering he only flew first class and only on certain airlines, but she'd guessed the commoner part was the fact that he wasn't travelling by private plane. She kind of wished he would use one right now. Then again, by the time the private jet got to him in Sydney, it would probably be about time to board his flight home.
"I'm trying. I love you, Haruhi."
"I love you too." She hung up the line and rubbed her bulging belly. "Daddy's on his way."
"He may not make it," Kyoya stated, pushing up his glasses.
"He will. Even if we go to the hospital before he arrives, delivering a baby will take a while. He'll be here before this little one comes."
Kyoya didn't want to discourage her, but there was a chance she could be wrong. Instead, he nodded. "You're right."
Only a little longer. Only a little longer.
Tamaki kept glancing up at the screen at his gate. Time was moving at a snails pace. He was sweating and his heart rate increased. He needed to get home now! But he had to wait. Three more hours to go. He'd even called some of his friends and no one had a plane here in Sydney. FUUUUCK! His wife was going to kill him.
His phone ringing made him jump and he threw his phone into the air before catching it quickly. Answering it without looking, he said, "Moshi moshi."
"Tamaki, I've arranged for one of our family's connections to fly you from Sydney to Tokyo. Go down to gate A11. It should be two gates away from you. The airline is allowing the plane to use its boarding gate as a favor to me. You will get on that plane and fly into a private terminal here in Tokyo. A car will be waiting for you to take you to an undisclosed destination," Kyoya explained.
This scared Tamaki. Undisclosed location? He really was going to die. "H-How do you know where I am?"
"Unlike you, I'm not an idiot. I know what flight you are on and from there I can easily fight out your gate number. Now go down to the new gate and get on that plane!" Kyoya disconnected the call, expecting his friend to follow orders…or else.
Tamaki ran to gate A11 and flew down the boarding ramp. He was so dead, but maybe he could see Haruhi one last time before he took his last breath. That would be worth it. Although, a lifetime together would be better. Maybe he should write out his last will and testament before they landed in Tokyo.
Once his plane touched down and he disembarked, he swallowed hard when he saw the limo waiting for him on the tarmac. Would they find his body? Would it look like an accident? Or maybe natural causes?
"Suoh-sama, please get in and I'll take you were you need to be. Your wife and Ootori-sama are expecting you."
Tamaki fell on the ground and screamed, "I'm too young to die! I have too much to live for!"
Sweatdropping, the driver stated, "Suoh-sama, I've only been instructed to take you to the hospital."
Tamaki turned into petrified stone. So Kyoya was going to have access to everything in the hospital to kill his friend. This was definitely the end.
The driver shook his head, picked up the Tamaki statue, and threw him in the back of the car. Thankfully, Kyoya paid him very well or he just might quit.
Dropping the privacy partition, the driver spoke to his passenger once they had arrived, "We're here sir. Your wife is in labor and delivery. Do you know where to go? I was told to tell you to take the first set of elevators up to the third floor."
Labor and delivery? Haruhi was there? Wasn't he here to be tortured? "What? What's going on?"
The driver rolled his eyes. He'd met Tamaki on several different occasions, and even though the blond seemed kind of dense and stupid, this took the cake. "Your wife is in labor and you baby is about to be born. If you don't hurry, you'll miss it."
This seemed to wake Tamaki up and he kicked the door open and ran toward the elevators. Haruhi was in labor! She needed him! Only he could be there for her! As soon as the doors opened onto the third floor, he flew out of them and started to yell for his wife. "Haruhi! Haruhi!"
"Sir! You need to calm down and lower your voice. We have several patients on this floor right now and they don't need you screaming!" One of the nurses snapped.
Tamaki ignored her. "Haruhi!" He called out again.
"Sir, if you don't lower your voice, I will have to call security and have you removed."
He ignored her again. "Haruhi!"
"Tamaki, I suggest you listen to the nurse or else. I have the Black Onion Squad on standby if needed," a voice spoke from behind him.
Gasping, the blond turned around slowly and found the Shadow King standing there, his glasses glinting in the light. "Eep!"
"I warn you, Tamaki. Not one more sound. Now follow me and I'll take you to Haruhi. You arrived just in time. She's dialated to an eight and it shouldn't be much longer now." Kyoya spun on his heal and started to walk down the white corridor.
Quietly, Tamaki followed him, but as soon as Kyoya pushed open the door to one of the rooms and Tamaki saw his wife lying in a hospital bed, he forgot all about being silent. "Haruhi!" He yelled and raced to her side, pulling her into his embrace.
"Can't breathe! Tamaki!" Haruhi tried to speak, but it came out almost choked.
"Tamaki, I warned you. You have a choice. You can either watch the birth of your child, or I can knock you out and you'll miss the whole spectacle. It's completely up to you." Kyoya smirked.
The blond released his wife and sat down in the chair next to her bed.
"Good choice," Kyoya stated, pushing his glasses up again.
Much to everyone's shock, although it shouldn't have been much of one considering, when it came time for Haruhi to push, Tamaki calmed down, took charge, and turned into the perfect coach. And when his daughter was born, he cut the cord and then held her, walking her over to Haruhi. She was beautiful. They both were, his wife and daughter.
In the end, he did get his Christmas miracle…and he didn't die. So, two miracles. He was truly lucky and blessed.
The End
