I stared at Tamaki for a moment before clutching my stomach and laughing. I laughed so much that when I stopped, I had to cough to get my breath back.
"That..." I murmured. "I can't... I just can't believe it. Well, I can, since Haruhi is a unisex name after all and he... er, she looks so girly. The thought corssed my mind a while back but I guess I just couldn't believe it, not then at least." I put a finger to my chin and realized something. "You're not lying to me, are you?" I asked.
"No, of course not! Why would I lie to you, my princess?" I sweatdropped; his host club charms had turned on again.
"I know you wouldn't lie to me," I said quietly. I looked down at my feet which suddenly seemed so interesting. I knew that he would never lie to me, yet all this time I had been decieving him. I had decieved everyone. And I felt so guilty about it, but there were only two things I could do; I could tell everyone and let them be angry, or I could keep it a secret. Keeping it to myself seemed the best way to go, but my parents had taught me otherwise. If only Hiro were here... I noticed tears welling up and I sniffed, turning around so Tamaki couldn't see me silently cry. I slowly dragged my feet out of the room, not hearing Tamaki's protests of 'wait' and 'what do you mean'.
When I was safely out of his room, I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand and ran as fast as I could back to the maid's quarters. As soon as I was there, I skidded into my room and closed the door behind me, turning the lock as I did so. I walked speedily over to the sliding door that led to my little private balcony that had a wonderful view of the gardens. I stared at the many colors of floral arrangements. It was beautiful. I sighed in delight, knowing it wouldn't last forever. Nothing lasted forever; I learned that the hard way.
Maybe... Maybe I should tell them the truth. Maybe they won't hate me, I contemplated. A sad smile spread across my face. Perhaps it would be best...
I shook my head. No. They'd hate me; I knew.
I heard a strong knock at my door. Then Tamaki's voice.
"Haru-chan? Will you please tell me what's wrong? I'll do my best to help." I wimpered, trying to stay quiet. A sigh came from Tamaki. "Okay, if you don't want to talk about it then so be it. My dad asked me to come to the Suoh company's building anyway. He wanted to talk to me about a new employee or something. Well... See ya." I heard his footsteps grow fainter and fainter until I couldn't hear them at all. I murmur escaped my lips;
"Bye."
Later, realizing I had nearly drifted to sleep, sat up with a sluggish yawn. I stretched and stood shakily from the bench I was sitting on. I changed out of my ruffled clothes I had worn earlier and into a nice black skirt and a white button-up shirt. They were the nicest clothes Haru had so I figued, why not look nice when visiting a high-class company?
I knew I probably should have waited until Tamaki was home. But I was suddenly incredibly impatient. I knew what I had to do even though I didn't want to do it. I slipped on some heels, grabbed a black shoulder bag and trotted out the door, waving goodbye to Hotaru.
I asked the driver to come and he drove me to the company building. I hastened to the door and pushed it open, not caring to marvel at the expensive looking... everything. I went to the front desk and put my hands on the marbal counter. "Is Tamaki Suoh here?" I asked in my 'important voice' I had practiced back when Hiro and I had dated.
"Oh, he's on the 30th floor with his father," she said kindly. "If you;d like to see him feel free to take the elevator to that floor and wait in the waiting area." My jaw dropped. Thirty floors? It was a pretty tall building but did they have to be so high up?
I went to the elevator and pressed the button for the 30th floor. There were lots more buttons under that and I gulped. The elevator door began to close when I heard a shout; "Please hold that for me!" I quickly slipped my hand on the edge of the door before it closed completely and let the dishelved woman into the elevator. She panted a moment before giving me her thanks and bending over, a hand on her knee to catch her breath.
"Hello. I'm... Haru," I said, giving the brown-haired woman a slight bow.
"Oh! You must be Tamaki's favorite maid! He talks about you all the time!" the woman said cheerfully. "I'm Junko by the way. It's nice to finally meet the infamous Haru!"
"He... talks about her-uh, me?" I corrected myself quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Oh, yes! Quite a lot actually!" My hand reached over to press the 30th button.
"Oh! What floor are you going to?" I asked, withdrawing my hand.
"30th," she told me with a smile. I grinned.
"So am I!" I told Junko happily. She grinned back as I pressed the button and the elevator lurched upward.
"Ah." I sat back in the chair I was sitting in, humming to myself. I was hoping to see Hana soon-if she forgave me. I was hoping for the best, but would it be enough?
Hoping to find a job here, I clutched an application in my hand, praying I'd get a good-paying job near Hana. The thought warmed my heart; I hadn't seen her in what seemed like ages, even though it was only a couple of months.
A blond-haired teen a bit younger looking than myself walked out into the mini-lobby on the 30th floor. I greeted him with a nod, thinking him someone important. He was, after all, wearing what I believed to be an Ouran Academy uniform, which I had heard was a rather difficut school to get into if you weren't incredibly rich or famous.
The boy smiled, walking to Yuzuru Suoh's office. What buisness would he have with the president of the Suph company? Oh, well now that I think about it, they look a little alike...
I sat back in my chair, almost dozing off before the woman behind the desk called my name. I sat up in haste, walking to the presidents office for my interveiw. Clearing my throat, I opened the door, walking into his rather spacious office. I was greeted with the sight of a somewhat angtsy and dramatic blond teen-hey is that the guy I saw earlier?-and an aged man glaring at him. When I cleared my throat, though, he sat straight up and smiled. "Hello!" he greeted. "You're here for an interveiw, correct?" I nodded, and sat down in the chair offered to me. "Tamaki, leave." The teen promptly did so and the man turned back to me.
"Ah, I'm here for an interview?" It came out more of a question than a statement.
"Yes, yes, please sit down."
"Ah, finally!" Junko and I sighed with relief. Being stuck in that elevator with an awkward silence between us did not do anything to help my claustrophobia.
"Right? Anyway, I've got to get to work, so I'll see you! I heard there's a job open, and there's this cute guy being interviewed right now!" I giggled; who knows, maybe he was cute.
"Sure, anyway, it was nice meeting you!" I waved as I watched the cheerful employee walk to her station. Sighing, I flopped back into a waiting chair and checked the clock on the wall. It had been at least five minutes I knew to get this high in the building.
Leaning my head back, I looked around for Tamaki but didn't see him anywhere. Who knew, maybe he wasn't here? Or he was talking to his father. I didn't care, I needed to tell him, no matter how much I didn't want to.
Forcing myself to stand on shaky legs, I slowly made my way to Junko's desk to ask her.
"I... I've got the job?" I asked slowly and disbelievingly. Who simply interviewed someone and immediately decided to hire them?
"Because you're smart, boy. I like you. I hope you're still up for working here?"
"Y-yes! Of course!" I was almost ecstatic, how often was it that you got the job right away? I was so happy I wanted to hug the older man but fought the urge, feeling stupid.
"Okay! Well then, you've officially got the job of Assistant Manager! How does it feel?"
"Great, sir! Thank you!"
I sighed with relief. I thought getting this job would be like going through a mine field, trying not to say or do the wrong things, but it was actually... surprisingly easy.
"Well," he said, eyes trained on me. "Go celebrate. You'll start work this Monday." He smiled and I took the papers he offered me, eternal graditude welling up inside of me.
"Thank you, sir. I'll be there!"
I walked out into the lobby where I saw the blond 'Tamaki' sitting on a chair flirting with the young woman beside him. The girl was blushing, looking away from him. I sweatdropped. He then noticed me and stood up, waving his hands dramatically around in a way that could only be described as 'retarded'.
"I take it you got the job?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah. I did."
"Wonderful!"
As I slapped a hand on Junko's desk, I heard a familiar voice from the lobby. Two, in fact, but the second I couldn't quite place. I apologized and snuck around the corner to see Tamaki talking to a familiar brown-haired guy. The back of his head seemed so familiar...
But then it hit me.
"Hi-hiro..."
AND HERE IT IS! THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER EIGHT! Oh gosh, I guess part of it was that I was wayyyyyy too lazy to actually write... I was also kinda wrapped up with writing a K-ON! oneshot and the first chapter of my new *trumpet sounds* MKRxTRC CROSSOVER! Which I will post soon. It'll take me longer to update but oh well.
Also, Momo-chi and I will be doing a Halloween special! It'll be either the next chapter or the one after that.
We don't own anything but the OCs. Derrrrp.
