A/N: Hey guys woowwzah a year has gone bone till i submitted. Im so sorry ducks from oncoming bricks HS and school work and just everything has gotten me all busy and junk and runs through list of excuses

My plan is to make shorter chapters to get me posting more for you guys. Thanks for the support always, Jay


Chapter 2; What He Feels, What She Feels Like

It was one of those breath gasping moments, but Tamaki was the only one doing all the gasping.

He failed. Failed as a host. He could not understand how someone at Ouran, his school, could know him but he didn't even now the girls scent. It ripped him inside.

The all women loving boy just got his morals stolen from him. Why? Because he failed to uphold them.

Who is this girl?

"Ehm."

It was a Kyouya thing. When he made a slight noise of some sorts, it really meant, 'get your ass over here, Ive got something major to tell you.' Though regardless of what you were really doing, you went and heard what he had to say. Most of the time, it was top classified things that not even the curious man in the world would ask were the in the hell he got such info.

Like I said earlier. The kids a walking database.

Tamaki got up out of the crouched position he was in. He was still staring at the still mystery girl. The catch? She was staring right back.

They were lost in each others eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes. Those seductive blue, maybe purple eyes.

"Ex-excuse me." The words somehow found the way to his mouth. Sudden, but not surprising. If he had to go, he'd go. He had plenty of time to flirt but little time to get such information from Kyouya.

The girl did neither speak nor nod her head in agreement. She just watched him walk on by, straight to the boy who is wearing the glasses.

She sooned realized that staring at them would be awkward because they were obviously talking about her. Not that she cared.

Men. Then cant do the things that women can. They cant be secretive and hide things. Their so easily readable. The funniest of all aspects of men, is that they actually do believe that they're doing a good job lying and being secretive when unknown to them, theres always a women hiding behind a curtain and laughing at their obliviousness.

"Do you realize who that really is?" Kyouya typed out. Finally, a semi-smart male.

Tamaki just gave him an emotionless look. To Kyouya though it was a clear "no". He was a type of idiot like that anyway.

As Kyouya typed on, pulling out random windows of novel long summaries of...whatever, Tamaki looked up now and then. You know, those brief flirty looks you give to the one love.

Unfortunatly, she was looking back. Or maybe that is a fotunate. You decide.

Tamaki soon returned his vision to the laptop, realizing how much he just dozed off.

The results he found were not pretty.

Rachel Kyoto

Age: 17

Current Location: France. Livng with foster mom although her real mom is alive. Location: Italy

Grades: A's

Family Relationship: Corrupted. Family is split

Father: Living in Japan. Leader of a Monopoly Corp. KyoCor.

Mother: (Real) Living in Italy as a famous chef.

Current location France?, Tamaki thought. Did she run away?

Kyouya clicked down on the mouse a highlighted a phrase that Tamaki didnt even bother reading

Father: Living in Japan. Leader of a Monopoly Corp. KyoCor.

"There's your answer. " Kyouya said unafraid and out loud.

And the oh so lovable gasping went came back again.

And it only came from Tamaki, yet again.

KyoCor.

"Excuse me."

Was there that late of a delay of an echo in the room? Didn't he say that 5 minutes ago? Weird.

Tamaki looked up. It was the girls voice that said it and she was standing up. When she got up, he really did not know, but he didn't care. At least she can stand on her own so she wasn't beaten that badly.

But still it was pretty harsh what she was put through.

"I-um. Thank you. Thank you so very much Suoh-sempai. I should be going now. I dont want to disturb you."

She looked at the floor for a second until she made steps toward the toward the big elegant entrance doors. She wasnt fit to be here.

"Nonsense." Kyouya said knowing Tamaki wouldt dare stop her. He was just humble like that. "We would love it if you stayed.

Or rather, the king would.

"A-Are you sure?" She stuttered, turning round, not excepting such kindness from complete stangers. She probably wasnt used to such nice treatment. Well, from the thing that started this mess, Im sure that you can tell.

"Of course. I would want nothing less."

Kyouya was shocked that Tamaki could muster such a proper statement. Or that he even said anything at all. Amazing.

There was another one of those awkward silent moments where Tamaki and Rachel stared at each other, and Kyouya was just...there.

Only this time, Kyouya had no excuse to interupt. He had no juicy information to share, no more insight on this girl, or no reason to stop them.

They were lost in their own world. He could see that. It was one of those progressions towards love. Understand?

I didnt think you would.

"If you insist. I would be happy to Ta-, I'm sorry. Suoh-semp-"

"No thats fine, Rachel. Call me Tamaki, please."

Her eyes widened. How in the world did this boy know her name. No. No she is not worthy to be known by such a kid. Its just, distasteful, like that type of food that doesnt sit right in you stomach.

You can thank that name info from Kyouya but of course you knew that. You just read it.

"No I possibly couldnt. I-"

"Please Miss Rachel..."

I want to hear you say my name. How selfish.

She flinched. It wasnt her place to address him like that. It would feel...weird. Like a peasant who would call a king by his first name, you just dont do it.

But if its what he wanted...

"Im sorry. T...Tamaki."

Beautiful, he thought. I want to hear you say my name more. Why are you shy?

Kyouya started to head over to his laptop. Why? Damn you ask a lot of questions. To pack it up of course. He wasnt going to stay with the two 'lovebirds' persay.

Thats so wrong. How could you suggest such a thing? Those things are only done when there are drugs involved. 1 in 4 women, remember?

The girl, or maybe I should say 'Rachel' now since we know her name. Rachel was watching Kyouya packing up the computer. Wrapping wires around and pushing random buttons, not know that Tamaki was walking towards her.

Straight in front of her.

Her head just slightly tilted, and her eyes looked through their corners so that she could see what was going on on both sides of her. Yknow, just in case.

"So Miss..." Tamaki started while hovering over her. That what happens when your short. 5'2 to be exact.

She turned her full attention to the blonde boy, noting that the black haired had already jetted toward the door and went right out.

"Can I get you anything?"

She didnt really answer, but her eyes said she wanted something. Then again, she couldnt take from him. He just saved her life. Asking for something is just...not acceptable.

"Im just a little thirsty. Thats all. But please, dont go out of your way for me Tamaki."

There it was again. The way she said his name. That different but so unique tone she generates that word with. It was one of those things that you cant get enough of.

"Dont be silly. Anything for you." Why was his voice so silky and sensually pleasing? One of those "things" x2.

She wanted to protest, but by the time should think of things to say in respect, he already had the cups out and pouring the tea.

"Hope you like tea," he smiled. One of those cute innocent smiles, but there is always something behind those. So maybe that wasnt the best analogy.

Rachel made her way over to the couch that he was sitting on, while pouring his tea. It was comfy, and real ritzy. That im-so-rich-I-bought-this-at some-random-store-that-has-an-exotic-name vibe. Then again it was the schools furniture. Then againgian, it was his club.

He soon handed her the empty cup, while holding up the cream container, she took the cup with no problems and showed a shy smile to his face.

He was getting somewhere.

The only problem was is that he didnt want to screw this up. Theres a thousand things he could to make this girl not like him. The same stands for any women really.

"Just tell me when to stop, mkay?"

Tamaki started pouring the cream in the cup, slowly. No really, he was doing it really damn slow.

Little did he know, it was 12:34. We all know what happens at 12:35. We dont? Oh. Then just read on.

REEEEEAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRWA.

The boy jumped. He hated that bell. Even at the middle of the school year he was never used to it. It was always so sudden and annoying. Not to mention he let his gaurd down to flirt with a girl.

A girl he just spilt a ton of expensive cream on. Smooth.

"Oh! Im so so sorry its that stupid bell." He said rapidly reaching for the hankerchief in his chest pocket.

That idiot though, without thinking, went straight on dabbing the spot that was wet on her dress. Your probably thinking 'thats what a real gentlemen does'. Yes, yes it is. Except when the spot is a girls upper torso.

I should need to say no more.

"N-no really, its f-fine."

Rachel glanced at Tamaki, but he was too focused on fixing his mistake. He didnt even notice how uncomfortable this felt.

He was to worried of messing things up.

"Well I almost got it out Miss Rachel a little mo-"

"Its fine. Please, I can deal with it."

The stain was almost out like he had just said but he wasnt really satistfied. So what did he do? He ducked low and went in closer. What? It was for the stain, I swear!

"Come on. Almost gone."

Normally what you do when your removing a spill, you rub the hardest at the end. And I think you can guess, thats what he did.

"Tam-Tamaki."

How can someone be so focused on a something that they cant realize what going on around them? Oblivious. That the word.

Rachel couldnt take it anymore. She grabbed his 'rubbing' hand and stop his motion. She let out a slight sigh of relief. At least that was over.

Tamaki, who was wondering why his hand stopped, looked up at her.

Her cheeks were faintly abashed with a red dazzle.

And after some contemplation and realizing the things around him, or being unoblivious, he had understood what was wrong.

"I-", he started, unsure of how to justify himself. "Im s-so-". His face now matched hers. Abashed red.

Aw, their matching.

Since Rachel still had that "rubbing hand" in hers, she slowly put it down on her lap to make sure the boy would try anything. Not that Im saying that he did that on purpose, but you know, boys will be boys and girls are their toys...

"Really, its alright. I honestly do not mind it Tamaki."

She wasnt really used to this kind of treatment. All this attention, all this caring. Honestly it was actually quite uncomfortable, but she wasnt going to say anything about it.

This boy was used to this kind of lifestyle, the type that lets you not lift a finger for anything. The one where there is always some other person, under-ranking you, ready at your beck and call. Servants is the correct term I believe. Well, thats actually just a polite way to say, a slave.

Although, Tamaki's mother had always taught him to never be to greedy and never be to commanding.

And luckily, the boy had taken those teachings to hearts.

"I, um. I should get to my next class..." The girl choked, trying to find the right words that would set her out of this situation. This awkwardly unpleasant situation.

She shuffled a little in her seat, trying to shake the uneasiness.

Tamaki was able to snatch his hand back and cup it with its partner in his lap. Crossing his legs, he felt that a new position would quell his uneasiness.

But the air stayed thick and the room still tense. Uneasiness, that annnoying feeling, still remained.

Tamaki ear twitched a little. He had just gotten that irking ring that you when you listen to silence for too long. It was annoying and he wanted it gone. He wanted it gone right now.

Rings are meant for fingers, not ears...

Focus to much on the buzz in his ear, Tamaki didnt notice Rachel making an attempt to get up.

And luckily for Rachel, she was able to get up before the boy had a protest of any kind.

For someone who flirts with women and is declared the princely god for all women, he sure was making this one uncomfortable.

Now thats irony.

"I, I have to get to class," the girl coughed. She needed to get away. Needed to think this over. Needed some time alone

And, well, she needed to get to science. She wasn't lying.

Tamaki was still sitting on the couch, head dangling lown and long blonde locks shielding his eyes. It was one of those moments were you have no other sense but to stare at the ground in your shame. Theres no way he could look at her.

He was not used to screwing up and he did not know how to take it.

"...Tamak-"

"Just leave, please."

She winced a little, and started to make steps to those elegant doors that led her into this situation. She did feel bad though that he was being so hard on himself, but she thought it best to do as he told her.

Soon enough, he heard the doors locking mechanism click. With that, he sighed and bit his lip.

As the seconds slipped by, he started to slowly fall sideways into a laying position on the couch he just embarrased himself on.

Clutching the small decorative pillow is his arms, he bit his lip harder, and his face began to tighten.

A sole warm stream of salt water drizzled from his eye and in one heartfelt sigh he mananged to whisper out...

"Why am I such an idiot at times..."


A/N: ugh the editing looks wierd, that wat i get for writing it appleworks..
I hope you liked it! more soon. i promise!! (hopefully... )