First of all, holy crap! 20+ reviews with only three chapters?! I am finally writing something successful! Yay! Thank you so much for the reviews – please continue to do so! Sorry for the late update - the internet on my account crashed and wouldn't come up, so I had a new account made. Luckily all my files were copied ^^ Now back to the story! This may take a huge turn...so be prepared...
4
What happened to Tamaki?
The room had fallen as quiet as death. Eyes flickered back and forth, watching Hikaru pull his brother gently to his feet, Mori lifting Honey's dropped jaw, and always falling on to Haruhi in between. Kyouya immediately took matters into his own hands. He bolted to his feet, walked over to the chocolate eyes swimming with uncertainty, and pulled Haruhi to the front of the room.
"Ladies," the shadow king said in his deadpan tone. The few girls that were present quickly turned to face him. Kyouya sighed before continuing, "It seems that Tamaki has settled the question a few of you have been pondering. Given that Haruhi's secret has just been spilled, I guess I will have to explain this.
"In the beginning of the year, Haruhi broke a vase we would have auctioned starting at a…rather high bidding." He chuckled, causing Haruhi to wince in frustration. "Because she could not pay the debt in money, we instead decided she would pay it by being a host. Now, eventually after her debt was paid, Haruhi chose to stay in the club for the enjoyment of it. However – now that her secret has been spilled, this may or may not affect the host club entirely.
"I'll make this simple. There are six of you here, so we'll do a tally. If you are not disturbed by the fact that Haruhi is a girl, and still enjoy her company, how many of you would like her to stay in the club?"
There was a faint pause. Haruhi's heart started drumming in her chest. She didn't want to leave – as the same with the rest of the group, the host club felt like family to her.
Kyouya's piercing glare softened as he waited patiently on the deciding customers.
One girl blushed and hung her head, but quickly shot her hand into the air. Another did so with a smile on her face. Two more, then another… The last girl seemed nervous. She was twirling a strand of her black locks, but slowly raised her hand as well.
Haruhi sighed in relief, however Kyouya still seemed determined over something.
"Now that you have all answered, there is one more thing to settle," he said suddenly. "If you want Haruhi to stay in the club, you cannot tell anyone else she's a girl. If news spreads over the school, we'll be forced to kick her out. So, by all means, you must keep her secret. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
-*-*-
Tamaki was running as fast as his legs could allow. The echo of his pounding footsteps ceased to leave the hallways. All he knew was that he had to get away…
The look on Hikaru and Kaoru's faces had nearly driven him to tears. The host club was his family – it was what made him feel loved. For him to act so violently because of one person made his heart swell. What was happening to him? Should falling in love with Haruhi affect him that much?
Every reassuring thought that entered his brain was drowned out by his heartbeat. He could hear nothing else – it was speeding faster and faster, constantly ringing in his ears, until he thought he would have a heart attack.
Tamaki felt something warm slide down his cheek.
I'm sorry, Haruhi…I'm sorry…
He rounded a corner and saw the person's figure through his swirling gaze. Desperately trying to stop himself, the king slammed his feet into the marble tile. Of course, that was pointless, for gravity pulled him forward and they ended up in a heap anyway.
The girl was tall for her age, but she still appeared a few years younger than him. She had eyes like the ocean and golden-blonde hair. Tamaki remembered hosting her a few times, but he didn't care about that. He hastily jumped off the student and blushed faintly.
"M-My apologies, my princess," he blurted. "I didn't see you."
"Oh, that's alright," the girl said. She had an embarrassed expression, but didn't appear that surprised. "People run into me all the time."
Tamaki knew her face. He remembered her being very bashful, but still forgot her name.
"I'm afraid I didn't catch your name?" he muttered.
"Oh! Yes, I-I'm Kyuka. I used to come to your club…" She paused and her eyes grew wide. "Tamaki-sama? Are you alright?"
Tamaki hastily wiped the wet streak off his face.
"Don't ask," he spat, a little gruffer than intended. "I need to go…"
Kyuka furrowed her brows, resisting from stopping him as the blonde started running again. But, he couldn't keep going on like this. Eventually he would have to face her. And he knew that…he just didn't want to accept it.
-*-*-
"Senpai!" Haruhi called, panting as she reached the terrace. She caught a glance of the sky-blue blazer just before it vanished into the hedge maze. Haruhi sighed and dropped her head, her breaths dancing over the light breeze.
What's wrong with him?! her thoughts shouted irritably. I don't get it. Unless something happened last night…ugh…why didn't God make me a light sleeper? That would explain it though. I just hope it isn't the case…
Once catching her breath, the girl sprinted off towards the looming rose-covered hedges. Mid-day sunlight cast a strange shadow over the red petals that Haruhi had grown so accustomed to. She had a feeling she knew where the king had cooped himself, and continued until she came to the arching marble foundation Tamaki had pulled her to so many times before. There was a dark shadow cloaking the inside of the pavilion, but Haruhi could make out the shivering figure and blonde head of hair that was curled against one of the pillars.
"Tamaki-senpai?" she muttered, walking over to him. Tamaki's indigo eyes were glistening with tears, and she could hear him whispering, "I'm sorry," over and over. "Senpai?" she repeated. When there was no reply, she continued, more firmly, "Tamaki?"
Tamaki raised his head.
"Haruhi…I'm sorry…" he blurted.
"For what? The twins are okay and no one cares that you cussed."
"B-But – I said –"
"It's alright. Kyouya-senpai took care of everything."
Haruhi sat down next to him and gently rubbed his back, causing Tamaki's face to turn scarlet.
"Haruhi…" he said softly. His voice quivered with uncertainty.
"Did something happen last night?" she said suddenly, causing the blonde to jerk upwards in surprise and yelp, "You weren't awake, were you?!" Now Haruhi was extremely suspicious.
"What are you talking about?"
Tamaki sighed and bit his lip. He hung his head in shame, the explanation slowly rolling off his tongue.
"It was late…I guess I had been cuddling you and was dreaming…I woke up on top of you and started freaking out! I'm sorry! Daddies shouldn't do that –!"
"Senpai! Just tell me what –"
"I kissed you!"
It had been blurted so quickly that the confession was nearly untranslatable. Tamaki had his face in his hands and was whimpering silently. By the time Haruhi had caught on, a blush was nestled over her cheeks.
"You…what…?" she said slowly.
Tamaki gulped and whispered, "Haruhi…have you ever been in love before?"
Haruhi's heart felt like it had lunged out of her chest. She grunted repetitively in replacement of a reply. Tamaki had suddenly leaned very close to her, unable to stop himself. One arm slid around her waist, his hand cupping her cheek.
"Haruhi, I…"
His voice was softer than a whisper, dancing against her skin. She could feel the warmth of his body seeping through their uniforms. The remains of tears sparkled against his long lashes, Haruhi beginning to lose herself in the intense mixture of purplish-blue that confronted her.
"Senpai…"
"Tamaki."
"T-Tamaki –"
"Don't speak."
Haruhi's chocolate eyes widened as the blonde tilted his head, their faces so close to where she could define every portion of his gorgeous orbs… Wait, gorgeous?! Why was she thinking that way?
None the less, it became apparent that Tamaki was doing this off of instinct, and it also was undeniable that there was only so much space between them. Haruhi lowered her eyelids as their lips brushed against each other. Her stomach flipped suddenly, her skin on fire.
She couldn't stop him – she couldn't stop herself.
Her hands were sandwiched against the smooth silk of his blazer, her face caressed by the smooth silk of his hair, her heart ecstatic by the smooth silk of his lips – which were skimming across hers in uncontrolled kisses. Both of them couldn't help it. Their feelings had been exposed, and they had both been verified. Tamaki loved her. She loved him.
He was immature, a flat-out moron, and one obsessive "daddy", but being around this new Tamaki – being around the Tamaki everyone else saw, the Tamaki who meant every word he said – the king – was exciting and unknown to her.
Haruhi couldn't imagine how awkward it must have looked with two students on the floor of a cold pavilion, arms wound around each other, and mouths sealed shut in a kiss that was growing increasingly more passionate.
Around the time that they had been caught up in the moment, their position had shifted to where Tamaki was propped on his elbows with one knee arched slightly, Haruhi ending up on his stomach with her hands in his hair.
It had hardly been over fifteen seconds, but each passing moment seemed like an hour to them, and the only thing occurring otherwise was their hearts fluttering and the occasional shiver of pleasure.
Out of the vagueness of her senses, Haruhi heard sets of footsteps coming down the maze. However, she was enjoying herself too much to take notice of them entirely. It was only until there was a faint gasp that the two broke apart.
Tamaki's gaze immediately snapped to the two redheads only a few feet away. Haruhi got the hint and spun around as well. Hikaru's eyes were blazing with rage, while Kaoru's jaw had dropped in disbelief. Although their first intention had been to accuse the blonde for harassing Haruhi, the position their king was in drove every possible accusation down the drain. He was pinned underneath her. And to add more to that, they had been kissing.
Had Haruhi not been threading her fingers through his soft locks, the twins would have immediately labeled Tamaki as guilty.
But…she had been enjoying it. It was obvious.
Hikaru almost looked ready to punch Tamaki in the face, who swallowed loudly and cowered. Now it was up to Haruhi to explain.
And…kiss scene! Kind of crappy, probably some typos, but I'll fix that later. Yes, huge turn, but it was bound to happen. Why are there always giant twists in my stories? Now I'm not sure what to do about Hikaru and Kaoru (his name is spelled "Kaoru", right? I spelled it "Karou" in the last chappies so I'll have to go back and change it) The scene will eventually unravel. Thank you for the reviews – please keep them up!
