Chapter 7
AN: I AM SO SORRY! I know that it has been, like, three or four weeks since I last posted. I am so sorry, but I have been REALLY busy lately. I recently went on a class trip to Costa Rica, and I am graduating the 8th grade in a couple days. I will be posting a couple of chapters after this one so i can make up for lost time. Again, I am so sorry that I made you guys wait for such a long time. I will try to make sure that it doesn't happen again. Without further adieu, here is chapter seven!
Tamaki was questioning the situation.
Was this what going to be was like? Was this what it would always be? Was loving someone always this sad? This painful? Tamaki wondered what the answers to these was for what seemed like hours.
He had never been this depressed. He had never felt this lonely.
Not lonely. No. That implied a completely different feeling, He thought. He felt alone. It might seem normal for a sixteen year old boy to get upset about someone that he had a crush on, but this was different. Ever since the moment he met Haruhi with her messy hair and glasses, he felt something he never had before.
Tamaki always treated Haruhi like his daughter, wanting her to be careful around boys or make sure that she was safe. He disguised his romantic feelings with fatherly love. Tamaki tried to be discreet and often succeeded in doing so, but once in awhile he showed his true colors. Not around Haruhi, of course.
The twins knew more than Tamaki had bargained, and not long ago they ran into music room three holding a brown leather journal with the words Tamaki Suoh written across the front in cursive script with his signature kuma-chan doodle next to his name. Hikaru and Kaoru chorused in unison. "Haruhi! We've got something for you!" Tamaki the realized what they were doing. He sprinted toward them, but before he could grab the diary, Hikaru held up one finger, signaling that he wanted Tamaki to wait. He then handed the book to Kaoru, who then tore out a page that was covered in neat writing.
Tamaki Suoh + Haruhi Fujioka
Haruhi Fujioka Suoh
Haruhi and Tamaki forever...
Haruhi never saw that page, and for that he was thankful. Hikaru and Kaoru though, that was another story. They continued to pester him about his crush on the cross-dressing girl. They didn't know. They would never know. He stopped thinking about that day. It made him feel more alone. Alienated, even.
He had never been in this position before. All he could do was cry, and so he did.
When the large grandfather clock at the end of his suite struck seven, Shima, the Suoh family's maid walked in, wearing a familiar scowl. "Master Tamaki?" She took three steps into the room before noticing that the boy was sobbing with his face in the pillows. "Yes, Shima? What do you need?" She talked in the most annoyed voice, like he was causing her to stress. "It is time for dinner. Please come down to the dining room." Tamaki wasn't in the mood to be with other people, especially his father.
He would ask him about his day at school. It was fine. Lie.
He would ask if he had any homework. No. Another lie.
The rest of the meal would be eaten in silence. Then, Tamaki would go into the sunroom and play the mahogany piano. That one was his favorite in the house. That was the one that he started playing on. The one where his mother taught him Mary Had a Little Lamb when he was just five years old. That piano was one of the only things that his father kept from France. He played piece after piece until Shima came in and told him that it was time for bed.
He wouldn't go to bed, though. He would lie on the floor in his room and stare at the ceiling. That was what he always did when he didn't know what to do. Tamaki kept thinking about that moment when he kissed Haruhi. That moment of perfection. Of bliss. The moment where nothing else mattered. It was only Haruhi and Tamaki. They weren't classmates. They weren't anything. They were just together.
And that was all that mattered.