"Cake shop…Cake shop…Cake…Shop? No…Oh Haruhi…Where are you?"

Tamaki walked at a swift pace down the semi-crowded street near Haruhi's house, all the while still gaining attention from those passing by. Some even took photos.

Tamaki being Tamaki, he posed for a few cameras midstride, keeping an eye on the shops he passed.

Despite the attention—which he relished—he couldn't help but feel worried for Haruhi ("If either of those rapscallions touch my daughter, father is not going to be happy!" he grumbled once in a while.) and feel sorry for his driver, who he had left in the middle of mid-afternoon traffic.

"I'm sorry, but I can't wait any longer!" he had said to the driver and dramatically burst out the door and onto the sidewalk, "I must save Haruhi!" His chauffeur had called his name several times, but Tamaki had already sprinted down the street, not looking back once.

It hit him just now how inconsiderate it was of him to do something like that.

Ehh… I'll ask father to give him a bonus or something… Such a thought was running through the Host Club president's head when he almost missed the explosion of color he was passing by. Pausing with his foot in the air, he looked up and saw the large decorative sign reading "Rin's Cake Shop" with a cartoon-ish, dancing cupcake painted on it. He swiveled sideways and scuttled over to the front window, where inside, he knew all of Honey-senpai's cake dreams would come true.

"This must be the place…" Tamaki whispered excitedly. He scanned the inside of the shop. In his field of vision, he only saw a lone shop clerk putting a lemon meringue pie on one of the already-cake-filled shelves. The clerk turned around and, seeing Tamaki in his get-up, the poor man's eyes widened and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

"Poor man…" Tamaki shook his head, "He must be astounded by my beauty…"

With that, he waggled his fingers in greeting. The clerk turned white and hurried through a door, presumably to the kitchen.

"Huh." Tamaki shrugged, then pressed his face against the window. It was then that he noticed another room branching off of the main display case room. Barely able to see, he craned his neck and noticed tables and booths.

The president was about to enter the cake shop to get a better look when the old clerk emerged from the kitchen door, followed by two girls. He pointed straight at Tamaki and yelled something to one of the girls. One jumped at the sight of Tamaki and immediately fainted, the other seemed to look angry and frightened at the same time.

The Host Club president simply smiled and waved as he began to push the door open.

The second girl ran to the opening door, slammed it shut, and locked it with a set of keys she conveniently carried. She motioned for Tamaki to go away, who stood aghast.

"Excuse me," he said, trying to open the door, "It seems you've locked the door. Sorry, but I have to get in there. You see, I think my daughter is—"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a short tuft of brown hair from within the shop. He turned to see Morinozuka-senpai forcefully shoving Haruhi into a chair, then sitting opposite her.

Tamaki slammed against the glass door. "HARUHI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON A SECRET DATE WITH OUR NEIGHBOR? FATHER IS DISPLEASED!" Of course she didn't hear him, so he backed up, planning to break through the door (at this point the clerk was most likely calling the local police) …when he saw a larger window next to him showcasing the entire seating room, with a clear view of Haruhi and Mori-senpai seated at their table.

"Oh. Well that's convenient," the president backed up a few steps more and bolted at the window.