Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

I sat there silently just smiling at my hand, tightly grasped in his. I knew he was probably smiling a little too, though, I was the one that was blushing hard. "Pull in here," Kyoya ordered to the driver. I looked at little children and their mothers gasping at the car as we puled toward a curb.

"Is it a celebrity?" One mother asked another.

"I don't think so. Why would a celebrity come here?" the second one replied. I laughed at little, toward the people. They were getting flustered over a car, it seemed ridiculous.

"We're home!" my Dad sang. He threw open the door just as quickly as he had gotten in and was running toward the house in his dress and heels. It starled the mothers, and they jumped slightly as he ran up to the second level of an apartment building. Outside sat a rather large basket.

"Thank you, sir," Kyoya apologized as he got out of the car calmly, pushing up his glasses and walking toward the door.

I looked back at Tamaki, who was looking slightly confused about my father and us arriving here, and then squeezed his hand gently and slid across the leather interior to the open car door and stood up. I pulled down the sleeves on my brown sweater so the sleeves were covering my hands. "Home," I told myself as I gently let go of his hand and began running toward Kyoya, who was half way up the flight of stairs.

"Haruhi?" Tamaki asked as he began running after me. "Wait!" I didn't listen though I ran right to where the door was open and looked at the basket and kneeled down to read it. Haru-chan, it read, I am sorry for dropping the plate on your head and so is bun-bun. Here is a get-well basket. Hunny.

I picked the basket up and dragged it into the house as Tamaki came running after me, pushing Kyoya as he came up, and grabbed the other end of the basket. I backed into the house and set it down and took off my shoes and then began looking around.

It was a very small home. I saw a tiny kitchen and a common area and then two rooms, which were closed off form the rest of the house. "Haruhi, do you remember here?" Tamaki asked patiently.

"Not really," I said as I looked around. It didn't seem homely. Just a small house.

"Kyoya?" my father asked paitenly. "Would you like some tea?"

"Thank you," Kyoya replied polietly.

"May—" Tamaki tried to say before my father cut him off.

"Haruhi, would you like tea, too?" he asked. "If I can ever find the cups."

"You probably know better than I do," I laughed, folding my hands together and then taking a stroll around the house. I glanced down at a picture of a beautiful woman with dark brown hair and a slight smile. I sat down the very moment my eyes laid upon her.

"Ranka…?" I heard Tamaki ask.

"It's Mr. Fujioka," he corrected. I traced the outlines of her head with the tips of my fingers as I tried to link who she was to myself.

"Mr. Fujioka, may I help?" Tamaki's distant voice asked. I ignored what was going on after that. I didn't know who this woman was and it was starting to really piss me off. At first I didn't mind this whole thing, it was acceptable. I put my finger under my glasses and took them off. I didn't want to see any of this.

"You look like her. I guess it's good that she's beautiful," someone said behind me. At first I was unaware of who was telling me this. I was thinking that it was Tamaki saying this to me, and I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and hug him for being so sweet. But as I stood up, I realized that it wasn't him at all. This person was the wrong height wrong facial structure, wrong stature, and wrong hair color, for that matter.

I brushed a tear away, which streaked across my face, and sighed. Who would say something like that besides Tamaki? I could hear father yelling at someone in the kitchen.

"CAN I DO ANYTHING!?" I heard Tamaki's voice plead. If it wasn't my father or Tamaki it had to be—

"Kyoya?" I asked, putting my glasses back on. I rubbed my nose and tried to make sense of his compliment, but I couldn't.

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Here's chapter four! I'm so glad I finally got around to posting it! Yay! I am going to work on Chapter Five soon. My teacher assigned so much homework this weekend, it's ridiculous! I think that might be a pretty boring chapter, kind of like this one. I'm sorry! I'm just trying to transition back into school and that complicated situation…teehee. Nel