AT THE FUJIOKA HOUSEHOLD

Haruhi awoke to the bright sunrays shining from the window of her bedroom. She stretched and then sat herself up on the twin-sized bed. Her alarm clock read 8:47 a.m. She pulled the covers back to reveal her usual p-j's. A plain-white tank top and knee-length, blue, boy shorts. She slipped her pale pink house shoes on and walked out of her room to the kitchen. She went to the fridge and got out a carton of eggs, a container of pre-cooked noodles, and some vegetables. Then she turned the stove on and prepared to make scrambled eggs for her and her dad.

After she put tomatoes and green peppers in the eggs she started to make Chinese spring rolls with rice paper.

HARUHI'S POV

I set up breakfast on our table and called to my dad. I hope he isn't too tired from his shift last night.

"Oh Haruhi! You made your father breakfast again. You know, you should really let your dad cook for you one day." My father came out his room wearing sweats and a t-shirt. (Along with his tranny wig).

"Dad, you really can't cook."

"Well you didn't have to be so blunt about it!"

I chuckled

"Sorry dad."

We started eating but kept up the conversation.

"So Haruhi, are you going to do anything today?"

"Well, I'm planning on going to the local library to study."

"That's so boring. How about you and I go to a concert. A friend of mine gave me back stage passes."

"Dad, did you just meet a random stranger and held a conversation with him while he was drunk and he offered you passes back stage?"

"Well…yeah, but you still have to go with me."

"That sounds nice but I really have to catch up on my studies."

Just as I gulped down another spoonful of eggs a knock was at the door.

"I'll get it dad."
I got off the floor and walked to the door. When I opened it I felt my jaw drop all the way to the floor.

"Hi Haruhi!" The three guys in front of me stood there smiling. I stood there-with my jaw still on the floor-for a minute before Hikaru asked, "Well, are you going to let us in or not?" I just closed my mouth and stood back. Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru walked in and greeted my father. I completely forgot they were supposed to be coming.

"Haruhi, you didn't tell me your friends and the perverted idiot was coming for a visit, I would've got dressed." Tamaki kneeled in front of Ranka as if begging.

"Oh your majesty, I am not a pervert. I respect a female's treasures, and I would never tou-"

Tamaki was suddenly flying across the room. Hikaru and Kaoru snickered as my dad's foot was still left in the air as if he kicked someone.

"Dad you really didn't have to do that! That was rude!"

My father just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Tamaki was on the floor next to the knocked over trash bin in the kitchen. He was balled up like a baby, rocking back and forth mumbling under his breathe. I rushed over to him and rested my hand on his shoulder.

"Tamaki, you ok?"

"No, your father hates me." He answered in a whiny voice.

"He doesn't hate you; he just doesn't really like you that much. Don't worry; he's just still a little pissed about that time when you fell on top of me."

I stood up and held out my hand so he could grab it. He looked up at me and hesitantly took it. Once Tamaki was on his feet, he just stood there-still holding my hand- staring at me. I looked at his face, confused. Then he turned red and immediately released my hand.

What was that about?

"Hey boss, stop flirting and ask Haruhi to hang out with us…"Hikaru started, "Yeah, we don't have all day." And Kaoru finished.

"Oh right, Haruhi, what do you have planned for us today?"

"I don't have anything planned for you guys. I was going to the library." (Haruhi kept her voice calm but her face expression was annoyed.)

"Haruhi, why don't you and your friends go to the 'Trapnest' and 'Blast' concert?"

"Trapnest. Blast!" Both the twins yelled in unison.

"Trapnest is the greatest band in Tokyo and 'Blast' comes as a close second."

"Who the hell is Trapnest and Blast anyway?"

"Two amazing bands that play around Japan and they both have a female singer and they are really hot."

"Hikaru!"

Hikaru wrapped his arm around Kaoru's shoulder and started laughing. I hope that they aren't about to do a brotherly love act.

"I was just playing Kaoru, no need to get defensive."

"Oh, I definitely think we should go! Ranka-san, would you mind if Haruhi came with us to the concert?"

"Well…Haruhi and I were going to go together but…I guess she can go with you guys. I only have two back stage passes and two tickets." Then I guess it can't be helped. I'm always being forced to do something with these guys.

"We have money, we can always buy tickets and Tono and Haruhi can have the tickets."

"Well then you guys can have the back stage passes, I really don't care for music."

"Thanks Haruhi."

"Then we're off!"

"Fine we'll go to the stupid concert but I have to shower and brush my teeth first so you guys will have to wait."

Tamaki grabs my hands. "I'll wait all the time in the world for you Haruhi."

Yeah whatever.

"Stop touching my daughter!"

I walked to my room to leave Tamaki and Dad to their arguing. I rummaged through my drawers for something to wear. I decided I could dress a little more feminine than usual since I am going to a concert. I found a fitting, long-sleeved, black shirt and a white pleated skirt. It was kinda short, about mid-thigh. I wonder if my dad put this in here. I don't even buy skirts like this.

Oh well, I'll just have to gets some jeans soon.

I grabbed a towel and a scrub brush from my closet. I then trudged out my room avoiding their eyes and ignoring their conversations. In the bathroom I had set down my towel and laid my clothes on the edge of the bathroom sink. Then I turned the shower water on and closed the bathroom door before I took my clothes off. I jumped in the shower and let the hot water pour on my skin. I grabbed the scented coconut shower gel and poured it on my scrub brush. As I washed my body I thought about Kyoya's behavior yesterday. Whatever he said or did to Shina Kato made him upset as well. But why would he purposefully offend her to make her mad knowing he would feel hurt as well? And why does he even waste his time with her and brush off everyone else? Sometimes, I don't understand Kyoya. Then again, he could like her.