I look again at my phone, knowing that I'll see the same thing I've seen the last eight times I've looked. Sure enough, the text message is still open, and it still says the same thing it did the last time I looked. Tamaki has agreed to consider making Friday's Host Club as special theme. He wants to discuss my idea with Kaoru and me today, before school. He has no idea that this is part of my plan to win Haruhi from him.

Kaoru is laying on our bed, clothed in the garments he'd worn yesterday. I don't know when he came to bed last night, have myself fallen asleep almost instantaneously. Oddly, when I woke up this morning, Kaoru had been completely on his side of the bed, which was strange; normally he'd have at least on arm wrapped around me, and his head would be on my chest or nuzzled against my neck. Right now, as I look at him, Kaoru is still sleeping.

I finish pulling on the close I plan to ware today, all matching colors, then sit on my bed, placing myself next to my twin. I lay my hand softly on Kaoru's shoulder, and gently start to shake him, knowing that I'll need him to come with me to Tamaki's meeting; if his presents wasn't required, I'd have allowed him to sleep in. I lean down, my lips as near to his ear as I can get them without touching his flesh, and carefully murmur his name.

"Hikaru?" Kaoru asks, sounding groggy. He rolls onto his back, his eyes looking up into mine, and his lips twitch into an expression of puzzlement. Sleepily, he raises his left hand, and traces the back parts of his index and middle fingers down my cheek. He looks confused, and, underneath the fuzz of sleep, he sounds bemused, as though he's surprised I'm here in the room with him. Kaoru's eyes begin to become clear of the haze of sleep, and his puzzlement shifts into a slight smile, almost an expression of relief.

"You need to get dressed." I say. "We need to leave soon."

"What time is it? It can't be time for school already."

"It's almost five in the morning. We have to go meet Tamaki."

"Why?" Kaoru sound like a little kid, his expression of puzzlement reemerging.

"So we can convince him to do a theme for Friday. We have to convince him today so we can set up tomorrow."

"Oh, of course. Um, give me a few minutes to get dressed, then I'll meet you in the dining room for breakfast."

"Actually, you should meet me in the limonene. We're going to have breakfast will Tamaki." I smile as I speak, then turn and head out of the room.

I sit in one of my family's limonene waiting for my twin. We're scheduled to meet Tamaki at a common folk restaurant in just under an hour. Because it's in the opposite direction of our school, we're meeting early; this way, Tamaki, Kaoru, and I will be able to eat, then get to school in time for class. Clever plan, right?

Kaoru pulls open the limonene's door, and sits down next to me, plopping his school bag next to my backpack, in the seat across from us. I signal our driver, some middle aged man whose name I didn't know, that it was time to go. I'd told his our destination when I woke him up. The vehicle starts, and we start our journey.

Forty-three minutes is the length of time it takes to reach the commoner restaurant. The building isn't run down and shabby, like I thought it would be. It's small, though, in comparison to the places Kaoru and I normally eat. Because it so early, no one seems to notice us, Kaoru and me, being dropped off by a limo.

After quickly telling our driver that I'll call him when we're ready to be picked up, Kaoru and I head into the restaurant. The inside looks bigger than it should, give the size of the building. A hostess notices Kaoru and me the instant we walk in, and hurries over to us.

"Hello. How many in your party?" She asks.

"Three. We're supposed to meet a Suoh-san. He's tall, has blond hair, and is excessively narcissistic." Kaoru says to the hostess, doing his best to describe Tamaki.

"Ah, of course. Right this way."

She, the hostess, leads us through a gap in one of the walls, escorting us into a side room filled with booths. The nice hostess lady leads us over to a corner booth. Tamaki is sitting, with his back to us, staring at a menu. He looks up as Kaoru and I sit down. The hostess hands my twin and me a menu, and lets us know our waiter will be with us shortly.

"My friends!" Tamaki jumps up, and tackles Kaoru; he manages to grab a hold of my shirt, and I'm pulled down, landing on top of the Host Club's Mother. "Come have a look at the carte du jour."

Tamaki rolls me off him, stands, and offers Kaoru a hand up. My twin and I sit down across from Tamaki, who is staring intently at his menu. It kind of looks like he's having a staring contest with the menu. He goes well over a minute without blinking.

"I love commoner food. It's just so simple and effortless. I really admire people who eat ramen every day." Tamaki talks for almost nine minutes. Then, suddenly, he stops, and looks at me

"Do you mind telling me what's so important that you felt the need to text me at eleven o'clock at night? You interrupted my beauty sleep."

"We think," I take the liberty of expressing Kaoru's opinion, "that on Friday the Host Club should throw an ice cream party."

Tamaki stares at me for a moment, then asks, "A what?"

"An ice cream party. You know, like what American children have. It'll be really fun. Each host club member can have their own flavor of ice cream, that's supposed to represent their personalities. Or something like that."

"That sounds…interesting. But why are you telling me?"

"You're the host club's president. You decide when the club dose themes, and what those themes are. Plus, commoners tend to eat ice cream." Kaoru says softly.

"I'll talk it over with Kyoya, and we'll all see where things go from there. But it seems like a good idea. I just need to find a flavor that accurately describes the amazingness that is me. Is there any yellow ice cream? Something that'll match my hair?" Tamaki says, and at that moment our waiter arrives.