Hey everybody! Here with a new chapter of Cantarella!

I would like to thank everyone who reads this, reviewed, added to favorites, alerted, etc. I would also like to give a special thanks to One who never stops crying for sending me a link to a beautiful English fandub of the song 'Cantarella'! Thank you so much!

By the way, not to sound ungrateful, but if you are reading this story, I would appreciate some feedback and criticism, because I sometimes find it hard to write new chapters when I don't know what readers think of my story think about it. Still, don't take this personally. Review or don't review I will still continue Cantarella, I am just curious about you opinions so far! Thank you all for reading!

Also, I can't believe I was stupid enough to leave this our before, but, as a note on the AU, Tamaki has been living on the Suou second estate, in Japan, since he was six, at which point he had to leave his mother in France because she was too ill to take care of him, and didn't feel that he should have to suffer from watching her illness progress as he got older. In exchange for a complete payment of all of her medical bills, Tamaki's mother would have to lose all contact with him at the decision of Yuzuru's mother. Tamaki was not very aware to the severity of the situation at the time, because of his own age, but still understood that the only way for his mother to get the treatment to heal her was for him to leave.

Disclaimer: What's that? You say you think I own Ouran and/or 'Cantarella'? BWAHAHA!! I wish! Really, would I be writing this right now if I did? Yeah. I didn't think so.

Chapter 3

Beginning

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"Haruhi said..."

"...That we could walk her home!"

The twins stood on either said of Tamaki, smiling happily at the blonde's obvious discomfort at the arrangement.

"Actually, you guys kind of decided that yourselves," sighed Haruhi, standing in front of the three boys. She knew that Tamaki didn't like the twins. He was always lecturing her on how shady they were, and that they would try to take advantage of her at a moment's notice.

But of course Haruhi knew that Hikaru and Kaoru weren't like that at all, and that Tamaki was just being over protective. As usual.

"See!" shouted Tamaki, pointing at the twins, "Haruhi doesn't want you around! So stop harassing her!"

Haruhi frowned. "That isn't the case at all, senpai. I just wish that someone had asked me first."

"Sorry about that, Haruhi," apologized Kaoru with a smile, "You're right. We'll be sure to ask next time."

"Next time!?" sputtered Tamaki, flapping his arms wildly as the three first years started to walk away from him.

When he noticed that he was being left behind, he began to run after them, shouting, "Waahhh! Haruhi! Wait for daddy before you cross the street!"

Just before he left the school's sprawling front lawn, Tamaki caught sight of the same dark figure he head seen before, disappear behind the old gymnasium building.

That was odd, he thought, I didn't think that that building was still in use...

Tamaki rushed to catch up with the twins and Haruhi.

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When they were about half way back to the estate, Haruhi suddenly stopped.

"Darn it. I forgot my bag in front of the library. I'll have to go back and get it..." she said, turning back towards the school.

For a few seconds, Tamaki was greatly conflicted, but then decided that as Haruhi's father/senpai, he should go get her bag for her even if it meant leaving her alone with... the doppelgangers.

"Don't be ridiculous! Your daddy will go get your bag for you Haruhi!"

"There he goes with that 'daddy' nonsense again..." mumbled Kaoru to Hikaru.

"Senpai, you don't have to--" began Haruhi, but was cut off by Tamaki.

"Yes I do! It's starting to get dark out! You three go on ahead, and I'll meet you back at the estate,"

Tamaki broke into a sprint in the direction from which they had all just came, not wanting to leave Haruhi with the twins for any longer than absolutely necessary.

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It really was starting to get dark. It was now late fall, and the sky became dark increasingly earlier every day.

Tamaki made his was back to Ouran Academy's campus, and ran towards the library, where he could see Haruhi's bag sitting on the stone steps.

He picked up the bag and tucked it under his arm, and was just turning to leave when he saw the same shrouded figure that he had seen twice before that day stepping out from behind the library and approaching him. He now recognized who it was.

"Hello, Suou..."

Tamaki jumped slightly at the chilling sound of the voice. In front of him stood Umehito Nekozawa, the president of the school's occult Black Magic club.

"N-Nekozawa-senpai...?" stuttered Tamaki, looking at the black cloaked boy standing before him.

"Yes, it is me! The all-knowing leader of Ouran Academy's 'Black Magic Society'!" cackled the shadowy teen.

"What is it... that you want?" asked Tamaki reluctantly, wondering just why it seemed as if Nekozawa had been following him all day.

Not bothering to answer Tamaki's question, Nekozawa said ominously, "I know that you crave the affection of Haruhi Fujioka."

Tamaki stood up straighter and looked Nekozawa confidently in the eye.

"I'm sorry, but you must be confused," said the tall blond with a smile, "I know that Haruhi feels affection towards me, because I am her father!"

Nekozawa simply cackled again.

"May I ask you what is so funny, Nekozawa-senpai?" asked Tamaki, confidence clear in his voice.

"I am not so foolish that I can not see through your 'fatherly' act, What is is that you are trying to deny yourself?"

Tamaki's eyes widened, and for a rare moment he was speechless. It felt like something had just snapped into place in his mind, but he couldn't recognize it's whereabouts. What was this feeling?

"If I am not Haruhi's father... Then how could she possibly care for me...? Am I nothing more to her than her senpai...? What am I to Haruhi...?"

The shadowy figure stood perfectly still and listened to Tamaki ramble.

"I can help you..." Nekozawa finally spoke.

"What? But... How?"

Tamaki was met with a long silence. Nekozawa gave a chilling smile from underneath his hood.

Finally, Nekozawa produced a small, ornately decorated glass bottle, from his cloak pocket.

"Keep this with you and show it to no one. Do not open it yet. I will give you the information you need tomorrow at midnight, at the base of the clock tower," said the shrouded student, glancing at the large clock tower that dominated the center of Ouran's campus.

"That is all," finished Nekozawa, disappearing into the freshly fallen darkness.

Tamaki stared at the slender glass bottle in his hand. It contained a red liquid, the color of blood.

He felt fear welling up inside of him, for reasons he could not place.

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END/CH.3

Haha, so how many people reading suspected that Nekozawa would be the one responsible for giving an idiot like Tamaki Cantarella? Did you really think he would come up with something like that on his own?

Hopefully everythings worked out okay with this story so far. Please give feedback, and thank you all so much for reading!

-Massie (RaspberryBloodTablets)