Tamaki gazed out the tiny porthole window in the luxury first class section of the airplane. He shifted slightly in the black leather seat, causing it to squeak. Éclair's glossy, chestnut head rested on his shoulder.
Tamaki sighed. He was on the way to see his own mother whom he hadn't seen in years! So why did he feel so... sad? It felt as if a weight was pressing down on his chest, burying itself right into his heart.
He was startled when he heard a voice suddenly interrupt his inner thoughts. Tamaki turned his head towards the aisle to see a stewardess waiting with a loaded cart. He felt the weight bury itself further into his heart as he looked at the stewardess. She had a short, brown pixie cut and big brown eyes that sparkled. In her baby blue uniform, she reminded him painfully of someone else.
"I-I'm sorry, what?" he stuttered. He looked at her name tag. Yumiko.
Yumiko smiled. "Would you like any champagne?"
Tamaki was in the midst of politely saying no when Éclair lifted her head suddenly and said, "Two glasses, please."
Yumiko filled two glasses with the pale, yellow liquid and set one on both of the small wooden tables in front of the luxurious leather seats.
As the stewardess rolled the cart away, Tamaki's eyes followed after her. She really reminded him of Haruhi.
"Looks familiar to you?" Éclair asked with a slight sarcastic lilt.
Tamaki ignored her question. "Thanks, but I really didn't want any."
Éclair held a long, slender finger to his lips and shushed him. "Come on, have some fun. Why don't we celebrate? You get to see your mother and we're getting married! What more could you want?"
What did he really want? Tamaki wasn't so sure he even knew anymore. Did he make the right decision?
As Yumiko passed by again, Tamaki reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Inside was a picture of the host club. The club that he knew thought him an incompetent fool who only embarrassed them. His eyes fell upon Haruhi's small, round face and big brown eyes.
His "baby girl". These feelings he had for Haruhi, they were nothing more than fatherly affection, right?
Éclair set down her glass of champagne and narrowed her eyes. She snatched the wallet from Tamaki's hand.
"I thought you departed from those host club imbeciles," she hissed. Softening her tone, she said softly, "They don't really care about you. Let them go, Tamaki."
Tamaki sighed. "You're right."
To himself he added, "It's not like they'll be missing me very much anyways."
Éclair smiled smugly and laid her head back down on Tamaki's shoulder. "I love you, Tamaki Suoh."
Tamaki remained silent. He wasn't so sure he could say the same in return.