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"You know Dad, Marie won't bite if you sit real still," the okama shuddered as Marie tried to squirm out of the leash that Haruhi is putting on her. Trying to get at her favourite bunny slippers, which unfortunately belong to Ranka-san.

"Keep those monsters of yours leashed!" The okama threw a withering glance at the twitching Tamaki on the floor – the source of his misery.

"What is he still doing here?" Ranka asked, eyes fixed on the two dogs' leashes.

"He just wanted to make sure Marie was settled in. You know how senpai is like…" Haruhi paused. "And I would have found out if you haven't karate-chopped… "

"No need for that cheek," Ranka retorted, tying his long auburn hair in a low ponytail.

"Well, he can't stay here indefinitely. Who knows if he's going to assault you? As your father I have to defend my daughter's maiden…" Haruhi rolled her eyes as she cleared the table, ignoring her father's outburst, but Ranka was tireless. "Haruhi… Tou san is just being protective. I want to help…"

"Well, you can start helping by waking him up and sending him home." There was a note of finality in Haruhi's voice as she washed the teacups. Ranka sighed, he was not going to win this war, might as well get started.

Narrowing his eyes, Ranka poked the blonde. Tamaki has stopped his spasms and was literally, dead to the world. He sighed louder so Haruhi couldn't miss it, mentally berating his daughter (the things I do for you!) and shook the boy, not so gently.

"Tamaki Suoh! Enough of your charade, it's time to go home."

Tamaki groaned and twisted unconsciously, refusing to wake up from his alternate universe. Ranka glared harder, if looks could kill, Tamaki was long gone.

"Tamaki kun?" The blonde had a look of confusion on his face, Ranka cursed.

'Did I overdo the karate-chop him? He can't be in the throes of death, right? What a weakling!' Ranka panicked and bent over to check for a pulse. The heart thumped as though it was going to burst out of the ribcage any time. Ranka frowned.

'He leaves me with no choice,' the okama decided.

Mouth to mouth resuscitation.

Yes, that's the last resort. And Ranka bent over.

And the world spun.

Tamaki blearily opened his eyes at the sound of his name. Must be his sweet Haruhi calling him for breakfast, or so he thought. He must get to her at once. Tamaki's head throbbed and his back ached. Slowly, he adjusted to the white light and his surroundings. Where was he? He didn't remember his bed becoming a rock and what the heck was pinching his nose?

His vision cleared and to his horror, a manly woman (that same manly woman in his vision! Tamaki started hyperventilating) leaning closer, the she-man's face was dangerously close to his and he/she was puckering up for a… a… KISS!!!!!!

Tamaki sat up with a sudden jolt, violently pushing the manly-woman away. The she-man hit the stove in front of him and an enormous bruise, the size of a watermelon started to swell.

Everything Tamaki saw after that was slow motion, without sound. Haruhi rush over to help the she-man up, throwing him a look of contempt.

Tamaki's 'protective Tou-san' mechanism kicked in and he grabbed his precious princess, pushing her behind him with Antoinette.

'Déjà vu! His vision was coming true, I must have ESP or something," Tamaki thought, impressed with his new found vision-seeing skill.

"Haruhi run, call the police. I'll handle this she-man. Take Antoinette with you,"

Haruhi watched, her eyes like saucers, as Tamaki grabbed the nearby fruit bowl and armed himself against her father, whom he, unfortunately has not recognised. Seeing Tamaki's ridiculous weapon, Ranka took the mini fruit knife on the counter, eyes blazing.

'Mother in heaven… Give me the strength to deal with this two… this two…' Before Haruhi could finish her prayer, her father was about to strike.

It was a split second decision, without much thought (Kyoya would be disappointed). Haruhi took Tamaki's hand and dragged the blonde out, both dogs chasing. The door of her little apartment rattled as the mini fruit knife flew like a shuriken star in their wake, a loud thud and it became door decoration. Her father yelled in frustration.

"TAMAKI SUOH!"

Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief. Tamaki was safe by her side. Their backs facing the door, she could hear her father trashing the kitchen. Ranka-san's voice was reverberating throughout the complex but Tamaki didn't hear the devil-like exorcism shouts. It didn't matter if the whole world crashed down on him there and then.

All that mattered was Haruhi beside him, shoulder to shoulder, hand in his.

Bliss (sigh…)

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