B/N Hello one and all! It's me the happy Ayuma-sensei! I have nothing new or exciting to tell you so please continue to the author's note. Huzzah!

A/N Hey guys, it's me after so long I know. But there is good news. One, there is only one more week until I'm done with my stress full activities. I.e. sports. Bad news the coach might have guilted me into joining the district team. Egh. So here the first chapter of the true beginning of their romance, you only have to wait two to four more real chapters until they actually start dating, and that all depends on if I want to make two chapters or mini series. We will see. Also I started a new chapter of Compelled and realized how unpolished the first one was. Not cool. So re-working that and reposting. If you haven't notice I can get to be a bit of a perfectionist.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High or it's characters, I own the characters I make and that's it.

Haruhi sighed the twins had needed her to try something on and while it hadn't been at the top of her list she hadn't said no. Kaoru had been tempering Hikaru's fever for everything in life lately and the relaxed atmosphere it provided was nice.

Atmosphere or not she still had some reservations one, she didn't want to be a model, two, she had seen what some of those women on the TV infomercial/advertisements wore and she was in no mood for that. And then there was Tamaki who ever since the weird hand squeezy thingy had been acting weird.

But it was Tamaki so you couldn't expect much.

It was just his eyes lingered at little more her, and she could feel them lingering…which she had never felt before. When he was saying something oddly sensible he was watching her, yet when he was being his usual hyperbole filled self he wasn't even turned in her direction. She found her self looking forward more and more to his moments of insight, then to the girlish fantasy that every other girl had of him declaring his love. I don't need love…I think…it would be nice though, and Tamaki is rather affectionate… she shook her head violently.

Nonetheless she was tired, the day had been long the classes difficult, or perhaps the classes hadn't been difficult just she had had to put more effort into them. Possibly… it was Thursday, to night she need to finish any long-term homework she had because her dad had off Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Maybe he'll want to go shopping…he hasn't done that in a while… she sighed. "Haruhi, we have every thing in the dressing room for you." She wondered idly when she had stopped hating when they talked in unison. It was as much a part of them as fashion was in their blood. Will they find happiness…? Why did I just think that… they are my friends… I trust Tamaki will… she stared out of her mind and looked around at the makeshift dressing room sans crazy maid. When had her thoughts gotten so vicious and why was she afraid the moment she thought about trusting Tamaki with happiness…

Her happiness… would he take care of a persons happiness? "HARUHI!!"

A person's yes, perhaps even a random person she stopped her eyes widening, my happiness…?

… Rewind, and move to Tamaki

Perhaps what he had done in the car was bit much. Haruhi had seemed off at lunch, she had purposefully chosen to sit in-between the twins, much to their delight, and away from him. He wondered if what he had done was to forward, he had already kissed her-ish, he had been in the throws of a deadly illness at the time but nonetheless if you looked at it from a Kyouya stand point...Perhaps the goings on in the car had been a bad idea.

Flashback

They were at Haruhi's house, and for some reason time for Tamaki had been slowing down and speeding up. The moments in the car with her, in their easy silence, would forever be burned in his memory. Just watching her watch the scenery go by, just watching her think about other things. He knew now there was no going back. He loved Haruhi Fujioka. He just needed her. Just her. No one else... Except for maybe Kyouya… She turned to look at him, and he couldn't move his eyes from her. She had caught him staring. She gave in a sight smile before turning back to the window.

He wanted this woman, her smiles, her frowns her blunt painful words. God, he wanted them all to himself, all for himself. He wanted so badly to not share her with anyone! ...That however was not something Haruhi would ever want so he would be content if she loved him, and let him worship her.

Tamaki's focus was drawn back out to the real world. "Thanks for the ride Sempai" and for some reason that's where his weird princely instinct takes over. He reaches out and catches her quickly retreating from the car hand and grasps it gently but steadily. "Just Tamaki, Haruhi, Just Tamaki." He continues on before she can get a startled word in edge wise. "I enjoyed today thank you for the cotton candy. Sleep well." He lets go, Haruhi closes the door and the car drives off.

She can't help but wonder when his voice got that littlest bit rougher but now she feels a little off and it bothers her. Sleep well? His statement follows her in to her dreams and she wakes up with an oddly warm, yet slightly unsettled feeling, the color of almost royal purple in her mind.

End flashback

Yes, perhaps catching her hand in the car and saying the ungentlemanly, provocative things was a bad idea. Tone it down Tamaki watch your self. He wonders if she was as distracted as he was. Perhaps …the little thought wormed its way into his head, perhaps it is a good thing there are no club activities today… and for a moment Tamaki was frightened by his own thoughts, no club activities that was blasphemy. Wrong in so many ways he did not want to even begin; to wish that there were no club activities was like wishing that women were not the beautiful creatures they were. Which was also blasphemy and completely impossible. "Souh?" Tamaki couldn't even fathom not wanting to be flattering women- "Souh" – yet his brain slipped the idea into his mind, you an I both know that they are not the woman you want to be effected by you flattery, and perhaps you are afraid to treat her, woo her the way she needs to be wooed, because you know that that un-flashy private comfortableness is something you-"SOUH!"

Tamaki was started out of his thoughts by the math teacher, "the answer is x=6, y=7, z=-2"

"Correct…next time answer when I call you."

Kyouya was glad Tamaki had the decency not to turn a full scarlet. He did, however, much to the ice kings disgust, sink a little in his chair.

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The almost inseparable boys walked down the hall Tamaki humming a lullaby under his breath. Almost surprisingly he was unaware of the girls always somewhere around him, his eyes were distant and warm. They, the females that is couldn't help but want so badly for him to be thinking about them, they all fancied that while his words touched everyone in his heart there was one special place for them, just a little place. What they didn't know was that there was a little place in his heart for all of them, only it was under the label of 'women I have met', as opposed to 'the woman I want to know'.

Kyouya however was not as cheerful a Tamaki, though he was pretty sure the lullaby was about soldiers dying in war…odd thing to be humming. His face turned to the window, as they stopped at the stairs neither saying a thing, the movement mirrored perfectly by the other. It was a lovely spring day the flowers were blooming; they would be having a festival soon, hmmm. Nonetheless the sun was warm on his face his best friend was in love and he was getting over not having even a chance at Haruhi. Some things just don't fit into the plan a good leader knows this. Perhaps he could write their relationship off as a delegation made by him self. It almost sounded less pathetic, that and he needed to get his sister off his back about his acting different. Set the pieces in motion…

They took the stairs Tamaki two at a time, exuberance showing in every line, and movement, he was the young and beautiful. Kyouya keeping up with him at a brisk pace taking each step perfectly, the exact same time, tempo, and place, and the white marble of said stairs, one by one. He was cold and beautiful, all ice and danger. Whereas Tamaki was sunshine and chivalry, fire and wind mixed together. They finished the stairs and came to the hallway with a flourish, all that went through Tamaki's mind was I need a cape.

Their strides in the hall way were to say the least majestic, long, fluid, filled with natural grace that remind you of a big cat running in slow motion, in Kyouya's case he was the cheetah fast efficient final. Tamaki, Tamaki was a whole different beast entirely, he was the empress's white tiger; her loyal companion from day one, beautiful and benign as long you did not anger the woman.

Perhaps, Tamaki would wonder later, his empress was Haruhi, and if so was Kyouya his wild no do-gooding friend? Which raised the question if he were the guardian, was he prepared to hurt someone else for Haruhi, the very though was horrendous. Violence! He done it before though, the time her contact had slipped, or when they thought that man who was just looking for his daughter was a weird rapist creep… he would do anything for Haruhi, which might have made him insane, or it might have made him valiant. Time would only tell.

Kyouya was also thinking about time and how in the end it was losing them money. They took this day off, that was about six private designations of Tamaki for one time slot, there were two time slots, so twelve designations at 39,380 yen (400 dollars) a piece was around 472,560 yen (4800 dollars) lost on Tamaki alone that day. The twins he would have lost eight designations total of 315,040 yen (3,2000 dollars). Mori and Hunny had 14 designations total so that came to 551,320 yen (5,600). Finally Haruhi with her ever-changing six customers got about nine designations or so in a day, which came to 354,420 yen (3,600 dollars). The designations on him were seven so 275,660 yen (2800 dollars), in total 1,969,000 yen (20,005.04 dollars) lost for one day, add in cost for the day…

Tamaki paused as Kyouya stopped in his tracks, the money calculating look on his face. Now's my chance… Tamaki restarted his walk slightly smoother and slightly faster than it had been in the beginning. Kyouya was left behind sun in his eyes thinking about his money.

The doors to music room three did not loom, but guarded as they came into view. Haruhi was in there possibly trying on cute outfits or something other than cute outfits, and Tamaki couldn't stop his mind from running it's self in circles like a dog. His palms were sweaty, his heart beat faster then it maybe should have and what if she is in a sate of undress, he rebelled as best as he could but that thought as deprived as it was to one part of his mind was what pushed his hands into motion. His grasped the handles of the door and drew himself into the room with a masculine flourish that caught no one's attention. All the same it wasn't supposed to. Beautiful…

She supposed the suit wasn't that bad it was much better than the first one but it truly tried to accentuate her curves, the twins had left her alone in it so she would get a feel and truthfully. She liked the feel and the way it looked on her. She looked like she was ready for the world and if not the world then the courtroom or at least that what she saw in her own reflection.

The silk/cotton mix was odd but felt good, and the dusky rose color was just dark enough and yet rich enough for her taste. Though she knew she wouldn't say if strait out, the twins had made her feel like a woman and like a viable businesswoman who was going to go her own way. She really liked this suit. The dresses before had been much more her style and she supposed it would be all right if she used a street saying damn I look good…

"You look amazing." His voice was deep and rasping totally un-Tamaki like. It however wasn't what started her out of her appreciation of her self, something she had never done before. The warm hands on her shoulders that then proceeded to slide down her arms and entangled their finger with hers were what started her out of her thoughts. Her eyes refocused and she found herself staring into plum wine colored eyes. They were so dark with what he didn't really give her a chance to contemplate.

Tamaki pulled away to drugged by their closeness to listen to the horrified part of him. Murderer, rape! You're supposed to protect Haruhi's virtue not take it way by force. I am unclean! Purify, I must purify myself of my evil! Haruhi was looking at him now eyes wide and so adorable, if he had been in his right state of mind he might have squealed. As it was he was still pulling pieces together. The words stuck in his throat, and he still spoke, "I like the suit on you Haruhi."

"Ne, Takahashi, Haru-chan looks really business like in that suit?"

"Aa"

They stepped away from each other as if they were burned by the near proximity of the other.

The rest of the day was spent with Tamaki staring intently at Haruhi in a far off-ish yet appraising look. In his mind he cataloged each outfit he wore, what looked good on her, what she was comfortable in, and the colors she could wear it in. where as he looked best in fall colors, she looked best in springs. He wondered if she would wear jewelry he bought her, it would have to be elegant not extravagant, Haruhi would have to think it didn't cost too much.

She could feel his gaze, and Haruhi desperately wished she couldn't. It was terrifying and she found herself wondering what he thought, did he like what she liked, or did he go for the ridiculous frilly thing they had had her in before she had said no. It was nerve racking and exhilarating. She had no idea what was happening between them and yet she knew, am I ready?

The smell of iris's and sakura filled the air, spring had bloomed and perhaps with its new beginnings, it had allowed something to take seed. Now that something had set it's roots down and it had no intention of stopping. The heat was coming; the humidity would over take the clear breeze of spring. Things will become clearer as the summer beat down on the earth.

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