Sorry for the lack of updates! And sorry for the kinda...BAD chapter...don't worry, I HAVE BETTER CHAPTERS COMING UP! SORRY THIS ONE SUCKS! REALLY BADLY!
Tamaki sighed, relived to finally have some quiet time; it was finally Saturday.
The week had caused so much stress and grief for him and he was glad it was over at last.
The only downside to the weekend was that he had nothing to do. For the past few hours, he had passed the time by playing his piano. He had played through every classical piece he had memorized and was now playing any random melodies that came to his head. After a while, that became a little tedious.
Putting his head down on the grand instrument in front of him, he realized how bored he truly was.
Out of ideas on how to keep himself entertained, he picked up his cell phone. The only person to call him over the weekend was Haruhi. He was puzzled by this; most days the Twins spammed his phone with stupid texts.
Hey! That's an idea! I'll see what those doppelgangers are up to!
He began to dial Hikaru's number. He didn't answer. Tamaki shrugged it off and dialed Kaoru's number. No answer there, either.
Before Tamaki could stop it, feelings of anxiety bubbled up inside him.
"Maybe…maybe they don't want to have me around…" he muttered out loud before slapping himself in the face. Frustrated with his own mind, he put his elbows on the piano and placed his head in his hands. "I've gotta focus! I can't let these thoughts take over my mind! Not again!"
But just as he expected, his anxiety took over. So many thoughts ran through his head; thoughts of being abandoned by everyone he loves, not being loved at all, and so on.
One thought led to another and Tamaki felt like he was falling down a black hole. He knew if he didn't find a way to relax his mind, he'd surely reach for the knife again.
He sat up and furiously began to play the piano, but his fingers just wouldn't stop shaking. He kept hitting the wrong keys, sometimes hitting two keys at once and found himself forgetting notes and skipping whole measures. The music seemed to have disappeared from his memory.
"Ok, this isn't a problem," he reasoned out loud. "Maybe I'll just…try another song! Yeah that's it!" He cracked his knuckles and prepared to play Ave Maria. This was a song he could play in his sleep.
He began to play without another thought- but it sounded completely wrong to him. Confused, he again played what he had just played. It still sounded off-key. He ran through it once more, twice more, three times more-it didn't sound right!
Just then, it clicked in his head. He had been playing in the key of F Major, instead of B Flat Major!
"Stupid!" exclaimed the frustrated prince, pulling at his hair and then slamming his fists on the piano. "How could I possibly forget that?"
Once more, he put his head down on the piano in frustration. He felt sick to his stomach for messing up like this. In fact, just the thought of this piano was making him incredibly sick! In the back of his mind, he had visions of just smashing the instrument with a hammer.
Yeah! If he did that, he wouldn't have to stress over it anymore! He wouldn't have to see it any longer!
Suddenly motivated by this new idea, he ran around his mansion to find himself a hammer.
Oh sure, he could've easily asked the servants to fetch him one, but this was something he felt he had to do all himself.
He ran straight to the first storage room he saw and threw open the door so forcefully, that when the doorknob bounced off the wall, it nearly made a hole.
But Tamaki could care less. He dug through mounds of stuff until- at last!-he found one! A twisted smirk crept across his face as he spun around to leave the room- only to find the doorway being blocked by his head housekeeper, Shima.
Shima appeared un-phased (as usual) at what Tamaki was doing. She had her lips pushed together in a thin line as she glared at the youth.
"Master Tamaki…" she began.
"Shima…" Tamaki replied.
"Master Tamaki, what in Heaven's name are you doing with that rusty old hammer in your hand?"
He sighed. Shima never beat around the bush. Averting her gaze, he shifted his eyes to the hammer and began to toy with it in his hands.
"I…was frusterated with the piano…so I was going to smash it."
"And why, might I ask, are you frusterated with an instrument?"
Tamaki's cheeks turned red. "I…couldn't play anything right…"
"So, you decide to punish the piano due to your bad playing? Does that seem like it makes sense?"
The prince sighed and placed the hammer back. "No Shima…it doesn't."
"Good. I'm glad you can think reasonably. Now if you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend to this afternoon. I suggest you find more constructive ways to manage your anger, Master Tamaki." She turned and walked down the hall.
Tamaki stumbled out of the closet and shut the door behind him, deciding to go upstairs and take a nap. Sleep, he remembered, usually defuses these moods of his.
On the way to the grand staircase, he caught sight of the piano. He took a moment to be thankful that it was still in one piece before making his way to his room.
Meanwhile, not too far away, the twins were enjoying a trip to the Commoners' supermarket with Haruhi….and by enjoy, this means they were taking turns sitting in a grocery cart while the other pushes it as fast as he can before jumping onto the back of the cart once it got halfway down the aisle.
Haruhi was minding her business picking out something for her and twins to have for dinner, when a sudden crash caused her to turn around.
"Spill; aisle ten," came an employee's voice over the loudspeaker.
A small crowd of shoppers had paused to take a look at the Hitachiin brothers. The two of them had run into a shelf of canned goods, knocking most of them to the floor.
"Hika, you klutz," Kaoru teased, trying to get out of the shopping cart. "Look what you did now!"
His brother laughed. "What I did? You were the one who kept kicking your legs and making me swerve!"
Haruhi shook her head and pretended not to know them as she picked out the meat for their dinner. After she had paid and collected her doppelganger friends, they began the walk home.
"Well that's the last time I take you two shopping…" she muttered under her breath.
"Oh, lighten up, Haruhi!" the twins said in unison.
"You just need to learn how to…" Hikaru continued.
"…laugh more!" Kaoru concluded.
She just sighed and kept walking ahead. The Twins shrugged and followed behind her until they got back to the apartment, where Haruhi went into the kitchen and the boys flopped down on the couch. Kaoru's phone fell out of his pocket when they did so.
"Huh, haven't checked this thing all day," he remarked as he flipped open the phone and saw the missed call from Tamaki.
"Better call him back," Hikaru said, settling in to his seat. His twin nodded and pressed the redial button.
The sound of his phone ringing woke him up. Groggily, Tamaki pulled his face from his pillow and glanced at the caller ID- it was Kaoru.
He felt a sudden jolt of excitement as he answered his phone. "Hey, Kaoru! Finally you answer! I've been bored all day! What have you and Hikaru been up to?"
"We've been with Haruhi all day," Kaoru explained.
"Can I come over as well?" Tamaki chirped.
"Lemme check, boss." Kaoru leaned away from the phone. "Hey, Haruhi! Your boyfriend wants to know if he could come over?"
The next voice Tamaki heard was Haruhi's. "He'll have to eat before he comes, because we only have enough for us three…"
"That's just fine," Tamaki interrupted. "In fact, I already ate!" His stomach twisted with the fact that he had just lied to his girlfriend, but he ignored it as best as he could, shouting, "I'll be over in a few! Bye!" before he hung up the phone.
Kaoru just stared at his phone, a little unsure of what to make of the phone conversation- if you could call it that- he had just had with Tamaki.
"So he's coming over?" Hikaru asked, annoyance evident in his tone of voice.
"Something the matter?" said his twin.
"I don't know…he's been acting kinda…weird lately, you know? Always fussing about hanging out a lot, always acting so hurt over the slightest thing someone else says or does to him. He's starting to get on my nerves."
"Eh, knowing Tamaki, he'll probably calm himself down within a week or so."
Haruhi called the twins to the kotatsu for dinner. The twins stood at the same time and made their way to the table.
"He'd better calm down," Hikaru breathed to his twin. "It's getting tough to be around him."
Tamaki, of course, was bouncing off the walls as he got ready. For once, he was invited to hang out! In his mind, he had thought it all out; they'll all have so much fun he'll get invited to hang out more often! There would be no more of him having to make all the plans, no sir!
His smile was bright as he bounded down the stairs, out the door and to the car.
Tonight is gonna be fun!
The next morning, Tamaki awoke on the bathroom floor. The bloody knife was again by his side. He picked it up with the hand that had the fresh cuts on the wrist below it and began to recall what had happened the night before.
"…so then by the time our parents got home, she had gotten so drunk from the alcohol Kao and I had slipped into her drink, that the security guards had to escort her out to keep from walking out the window!" Hikaru said with a smile on his face.
"Why would she do that?" Haruhi asked.
"She thought she somehow became a bird." The twins chorused. They both broke out laughing. Haruhi chuckled as well.
Tamaki was quiet. He was wracking his brain for a funny story to tell, but kept coming up with pointless stories. Tonight, it seemed like everything he said was pointless; no one was laughing at his jokes, or acknowledging most of what he said. It was silly to risk saying something else anyhow. Most of what had come out ofhis mouth was stupid and embarassing.
He also felt a little anxious to talk. However, whenever he tried to speak, he always managed to be interrupted. It also didn't help matters that Haruhi didn't want to cuddle at the moment.
He stayed quiet for most of the time he was there, feeling like an unwelcome burden. In his mind, he berated himself for asking to come over.
Feeling agitated, he left after only two and a half hours, went home and proceeded to grab the knife.
He wrapped his wrist in the bandage, trying to not think about the details of the night before. All he knew was that and for the rest of the day, he just stayed in bed, feeling ashamed of being such a burden to his friends the night before.
Monday rolled around with no other incidents. Tamaki walked to the club meeting, feeling a little more confident.
Haruhi had called him (out of concern) the night before. She had so badly wanted to ask why he had been so…so not himself…but in her mind, she just figured he had just been tired from an exhausting week, so she kept the question to herself as they talked.
Their talk had made him feel better; at least she didn't seem to mind his clinginess.
~~~~~THE HOST CLUB IS NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS~~~~~
Kyoya clapped his hands twice. "Attention, everyone!" Everyone looked up, curious as to what he had to say. "Seeing as how the Cherry Blossoms are now in full bloom, we have decided that at the end of this week will be our annual dance. We have already rented out the largest ball room and the finest chefs from France are flying in. They shall be catering the affair."
Immediately, the room was filled with the excited chatter of the guests. They all chatted about what dress they ought to wear and what host to dance with!
"Tamaki, are you and Haruhi going to dance together?" cooed one of the guests.
"Are you two going to wear matching outfits?" asked another one.
"Please tell me you'll at least wear matching outfits! It would be so cute!"
Tamaki blushed as he tried hard to answer all of the guests' questions, while at the same time flirting with them and making them blush like he always did.
At one point, he glanced across the room to his beloved Haruhi, chatting with her guests over tea. She saw him staring at her and she smiled at him. He blew her a kiss.
The dance was on Friday. There would be no way he would let his anxiety mess this up!
After the Host Club had closed for the day, Haruhi walked over to her boyfriend.
"Hey, Tamaki, what would you say to dinner tonight?" She opened her bag and dug out coupons. "I know there's that little resturant in town that you love, and I happen to have coupons for it." Haruhi held out the coupons to him. Even though she knew that he was dirty rich, she couldn't help but feel like he'd been a little tense lately especially on Saturday night. She hoped that maybe her doing something sweet and out of the blue for him would help him feel better.
Tamaki looked at the coupons and gently pushed them away. "No need, Haruhi," he said. "I'll pay for it!" He whipped his credit card out of his pocket. "Really, it's no sweat at all!"
"Thanks for taking me out to dinner, Tamaki," Haruhi sighed as she sat down on her boyfriend's living room sofa. He took a seat next to her. They had just gotten back from a romantic dinner at one of his favorite commoner restaurants and it was already 9:00 at night.
"It's no problem, my dear," he replied. Haruhi tried to hide the smile forming on her face. Sure it was flattering to have someone (she actually had interest in) call her sweet names like that, but relationships were still new to her. She was still questioning why she had given in and asked him out in the first place.
"So, my dad doesn't expect me home for another hour. What do you wanna do?" she questioned.
Tamaki gently leaned forward and kissed her lips. "It doesn't matter, as long as you are happy!" Haruhi leaned up and kissed him back, triggering him to kiss her a little more forcefully. This led to her falling onto her back.
The prince knew he had to contain himself; she had already made it clear she didn't want to do anything intimate before she was married. He respected that, and simply showed his affection by kissing her all over her face.
She giggled. "Tamaki, stop!" It was tickling her.
But of course, he refused to stop, so as a last resort, she began to tickle his sides. He stopped kissing her and fell into a giggle fit of his own. He fell onto his back on the couch and Haruhi teasingly pinned him down by the wrists.
He was so busy laughing, he didn't realize where her hands were, nor did he realize that his sleeve had pushed up a little. The white bandage poked out from underneath.
Haruhi felt the bandage and took her hand away. She flashed her boyfriend a puzzled look and then looked back at the bandage. "Tamaki? What's that?" Before he could respond she had pushed his sleeve back completely, revealing the blood-stained bandage wrapped around his wrist.
Yeah. Again SORRY IF IT SUCKED! THIS ONE IS JUST MOVING SOME THINGS ALONG!
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