a/n: I want to thank you for all your wonderful comments. -bows- it gives me so much inspiration to continue and do my best. Although my good friend Julie has pin pointed to me my errors. I thank her for that. I will do my best. And yeah i updated too long...I was not feeling well this week..and please be warn of the errors.

No Soda Left: hello The title of the drama is 18vs26.

03: One Memory after another

"Eh?" Tamaki blurted out loud causing Haruhi to give him a blank stare. "Why? How old am I suppose to be senpai?"

"25 years old" Kyouya answered for him.

Haruhi's soft brown eyes widened. "WHAT?! T-that can't be!"

Kyouya sat back and rubbed his temples. "It's memory loss no doubt. Seems that our little Haruhi here has gone back from 25 to 18 years old" he said dryly.

"No! That can't be..." Tamaki whined looking devastated. Kyouya focused his attention to him, "If Haruhi can't remember, then you tell me what happened the day before Tamaki" he said narrowing his gaze.

Tamaki's face fell as Haruhi and Kyouya were now watching him with eager expression's planted in their faces.

"That night?" he looked pale. They both nodded in unison.

"Well" he shifted. "I came home early. Remember we met early that day?"

"Yes. I just arrived from my month long trip to Africa" Kyouya replied. "And I gave you a souvenir since you have been bugging me a lot" he added sarcastically making Haruhi snort.

Tamaki shrank back and continued. "Then I went home ate dinner, took a warm bath and went straight to sleep"

"Where was I?" Haruhi asked.

Tamaki shook his head. "I... I think you were still at work..." he said in a small voice. Haruhi frowned. "You even didn't care where I was?"

Kyouya just stared at Tamaki without muttering a word. There was this look in his face she had seen before. "Senpai!" she exclaimed suddenly her emotions bursting out.

Tamaki looked shocked. "It's not that...we.." he glimpse slightly at Kyouya then back to her. "We had an argument the day before" he blurted out.

Haruhi sat back. "Oh...what happened?"

Kyouya looked away. This was between them as a couple, regardless if Tamaki is willing to tell her the story---whatever it is. Yet deep inside of him somehow he knew what it was. But he wasn't sure. He was no fortune teller.

"Oh you know small stuff" Tamaki gave out a small nervous laugh. Haruhi narrowed her gaze. "Don't want to talk about it huh?"

He shifted looking shy. "Kinda..."

Kyouya let out a loud sigh. "Then what Tamaki?" he said trying to contain his patience.

Tamaki shook his head, his golden locks bouncing. "I did hear Haruhi come into the room but I was like half asleep at that time"

"All right" Kyouya spoke out and threw a glance on the digital clock in his desk. He had another appointment thirty minutes later. "I really don't know how you had amnesia Haruhi since you obviously don't remember a thing and Tamaki here doesn't know a thing too" he explained. "So I cannot pin point how you could get an amnesia... did you fall and hit your head? I don't know. But what strikes me is that you Haruhi, you claim your 18 years old? That is odd..." he shook his head. "Where did the 7 years of your memories go?"

Haruhi looked slightly shaken as Kyouya asked her that. 'That's what I want to know...'

"Maybe.." she swallowed hard. "I traveled from the past to this time" she said slowly. "Eh? Time travel?" Tamaki asked curiously.

"That is not possible" Kyouya said firmly. "the closest thing is your amnesia. Somehow you must have hit your head while you were asleep"

"Can you fix this?" Tamaki asked.

"Amnesia... somehow it can be... but since this is not my field I shall ask around" he said to him then stood up. "Well for now, I think it is best to keep this situation to ourselves all right?"

The two nodded in unison.

After awhile Tamaki accompanied his young wife home. They entered the room in silence.

"Damn, what happens now?" Haruhi asked as she sat on one of the couches in the receiving area of the bedroom.

"We'll figure something out" Tamaki replied trying to sound hopefully. Haruhi looked faraway, "what if I don't remember senpai. Then what?"

Tamaki sat beside her and placed his hand in each of her shoulders. "You will remember Haruhi. I won't let that happen"

She looked at him in surprise as she marveled at the determination that was planted in his face. "Gee senpai... I wonder why?"

"Because...because..." his face turned red. And quickly he pulled away. "I can't stand the fact that the memories we have together has gone off the window..."

"Oh" she shifted uneasily. It was strange, all she ever thought of Tamaki Suou was just like an upperclassman.

"Is it that important to you?" she had to ask. He nodded without bothering to look at her.

"Then let's try to get my memories back as soon as possible" she said trying to sound happy.

"All right" he said sulking. "Aw come on Senpai!" she smack him in the back. He toppled over into the carpet.

"Ouch!" he blinked back, "you hit like a guy"

"Senpai" Haruhi began, "aren't you suppose to be off to work or somewhere?"

"oh god work!" he stood up instinctively and checked is his mobile phone. His Dad has been calling him ten times. "I-I have to go" he said quickly.

"Eh?" she said in dismay, "wait!" she grab hold of his wrist.

A blush appeared in his cheeks. "W-what is it?"

"You're just going to leave me? What am I suppose to do?" she asked him releasing her grip on her wrist.

Tamaki nodded. "Well, first of all NO ONE should know about this, except for Kyouya. Then if anyone from your office calls especially that Shinoda character make up an excuse not to talk to them, all right?"

"Shinoda?" she repeated.

"I'll explain later" he said quickly. "Just stay in the mansion until I come back" he said and went out.

Haruhi let out a sigh.

Minutes later their was a knock in the door.

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"Lady Haruhi, lunch is ready. Shall I bring it up to the room?" a maid asked formally causing Haruhi to stare at her in dismay, 'Lady Haruhi?!'

"N-no! I'll go eat in the dinning room" she said quickly. The maid smiled. "As you wish madam"

Minutes later Haruhi found herself walking around the huge Suou Mansion. "Damn, I forgot to ask where the dinning room is" she muttered to herself, "this place looks like a hotel. I wonder why rich bastards like building things like this. Such a waste to space..." she continued to mumble thinking of telling Tamaki her thoughts regarding the matter. Suddenly a room with a door half opened caught her attention. She was drawn to it.

As if...

Haruhi entered slowly. It was a big room with with wooden walls and shelves of books. Right smack in the middle is a desk.

"My desk" she suddenly blurted out as she approached it. Instinctively she opened one of the drawers.

There was picture frame with a photo.

"This is me...and Tamaki senpai" she said. She was still in her high school uniform and Tamaki was wearing something else. 'When was this?' she wondered and then noticed something underneath the picture frame.

A book with a velvet cover. 'This is...' she thought wildly as she began to opened it. But it was stuck.

'A diary...my diary...' she thought in wonder. 'This is the answer...' her mind called. But it was locked.

"Haruhi?" an unfamiliar voice called. Her heart jumped painfully as she dropped the diary back to the drawer and looked up. "Oh..." she trembled staring at the person in front of her. 'I'm in big trouble'

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