See? I love you so much that I have TWO chapters for you!

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Heh… :(

"Hello," Tamaki muttered as Haruhi's father answered the door. He gave Tamaki one fleeting look of harsh judgment and then stepped aside.

"I'm going to work now, Haruhi." Ranka called to Haruhi. "You know my cell, make sure it's on. Call if anything goes… wrong. Okay?" He said smiling coyly. With one last fleeting look of dislike, he disappeared through the door.

Tamaki fell to the floor. "You don't know…" Tamaki groaned. "Just how horrible he was to me…"

"Tamaki-senpai, I'm sure he didn't mean whatever he said-" Haruhi's phone blared from across the room. She sighed and picked it up.

"Dad, you just left!"

"It took you a whole three rings for you to pick up your phone! It wasn't by your side, what's going on there!"

"Goodbye, Dad." Haruhi rolled her eyes.

"Daddy's just looking out for his daughter!"

Haruhi hung up the phone and looked back at the distressed Tamaki who seemed to notice nothing. Haruhi kneeled next to Tamaki and put a hand on his back.

"Start over. From the beginning, and all so I can understand, please." Tamaki gulped and began. He started from when Kyoya had his first dream. All of the anxiety and worries about his boyfriend flowed from his mouth, and he found that now he started he couldn't stop. He told Haruhi everything, and Haruhi sat there and listened intently, as no one ever had before. People heard him, yes, but no one ever seemed to listen. Well… Kyoya did…

"And he called me a bastard, he brought up my parentage, Haruhi." Tamaki said, tearing up. He was tired of crying all the time. He laid flat on the ground and looked up at the ceiling.

"He's sick, Tamaki, I don't think he meant it." It was the first thing that Haruhi had said this entire time. "Kyoya is a very cold guy on the surface, and though he seems to have a kind and generous core, some of his cold exterior comes in handy when he's in a fight."

"I just don't understand what is wrong with him." Tamaki said.

"He'll be all over you again tomorrow, Tamaki."

"I know." Tamaki's voice was surprisingly bitter. "But I'm not letting him be anywhere near me until he lets me help him."

"That sounds a bit spiteful," Haruhi said, wary.

"So what if it is!" Tamaki spat. "What he said hurt me! I was on his side-he has been so selfish lately- he doesn't even ask me about what's going on at my house!"

"And have there been issues?" Haruhi asked delicately.

"Not really." Tamaki muttered. "I'm still upset over Éclair, and my mother, though. He hasn't once asked about that."

"Really?" Haruhi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well…. No…."

"I bet you gave a vague answer and said you didn't want to talk about it, Senpai. He was just respecting your wishes."

"Well screw his wishes!" Tamaki said, standing up. "I don't need him to make me happy!"

"I suppose," Haruhi shrugged. "He's a pretty big factor, don't you think?"

"Yes." Tamaki muttered. "But I won't let it show. He's going to want me tomorrow, he's going to be all over me… but I won't let him. I won't let him." it seemed as though he were trying to talk himself into this.

"That's right." Haruhi stood up next to him. "You're strong, senpai. Don't you worry. Everything will work out. You'll see."

Tamaki looked down at Haruhi's wide eyes and smiled back. She was genuinely sincere about her well-wishes. She honestly believed that everything was going to be okay. It was such a reassurance that Tamaki believed it.

YES I KNOW I AM A BAD, BAD PERSON AND I FAIL AT EVERYTHING. :(

I really am sorry, you guys. I know it's been months, and you probably thought that this story was abandoned. Thanks for all of those who put this story on alert, I would've completely forgotten about this story had you guys not reminded me.

Which is bad.

Bad… bad Caitlin.

Get creative with your insults!