The atmosphere in music room three was that of sheer giddiness, though for once in muted tones. The rather 'ingenious' theme of today's activities (due to the, still dismal, weather) was to have the club room decked out as (yet another) Ouran library, so –as Tamaki put it- "the pages of love could be turned in a never ending book of beauty; a haven where sweet Ouran girls could gaze without inhibitions at the object of there affections as they studied the language of love, in the hope that he might up and gaze there way. Should they dare to go over and talk to him they might study a while together and from that, hope that the seed of love planted might grow in to a wondrous tree which in turn will be made in to the very book they will read the story of there romance from to beloved children gathered around a smoldering fire place on a day such as this so that, no matter the harsh and unforgiving weather of a day outside, the flames of the heart will burn bright and keep any couple warm"…..(or something: no one was really listening!)

Haruhi wound her way through the labyrinth of book cases scattered across the room, her trusty tea tray laden with the usual array of earl grey, bone china and ridiculously overpriced cake. Wondering passed a gaggle of three girls whispering excitedly from behind a case housing about a hundred volumes of various romance novels she wondered, not for the first time, what could possibly be gained from a club like this…
Setting the tray down on the table she had been designated she proceeded to carefully unload the stack on to the polished surface of the wood.
Her character was to be "the unpretentious shy boy in the class who spent his free time alone in the library studying endlessly so that the restrictions of his commoners background lest not hold him back and so that he might one day spread his wings and…" (Haruhi had stopped listening at this point and walked away with her tea)
With the guests free to roam the makeshift space as they pleased and most of them sticking to the stereotypical role of giggling behind bookcases, Haruhi dared to wonder if she might actually manage to sneak in some real work at her table if she kept her head down and tried her best to look "unpretentious."

Haruhi had just managed to smuggle her math stuff on to the desk when the twin doors of music room three flew open with an almighty BANG that was enough to make her teeth shake in her head. A hunched figure stumbled in to the room, staggered a few feet then fell to his knees.
Several of the guests screamed and ran to hide behind there respective hosts or any sturdy looking book case. Mori sempai got to his feet with a low growl, stepping in front of Hunny, who peeked out from behind a small pink Usa-chan, his face covered in what appeared to be more cake than actual skin. His large brown eyes slowly filling with surprised tears. Haruhi was surprised at this; sure the noise was loud and unexpected but it was nothing to cry over. It wasn't until she saw the remains of what appears to be a strawberry, vanilla sponge smooshed on to a plate on Hunny and Mori's table that she realized that Hunny had gotten such a fright when the doors crashed open he had actually managed to smoosh the sweet in to his own face. (Although weather he was crying about that or the fact he had ruined a perfectly good bit of cake was unclear.)

There was a deafening silence in the room until the shape on the floor lifted, what seemed to be, its head and twin orbs of light glanced of the glass covering its eyes.

"MOMMY!"

Tamaki's outburst warranted several more shrieks from the girls and a particularly startled first-timer to dart past him and out the door, in tears.

Kyoya glanced up at everyone, from his position on the floor and, with a groan, attempted to get to his feet.
In the time it took him to shakily endeavor a standing position and land promptly on his backside Tamaki was Tamaki-ing at maximum velocity. He hastily shooed the remaining guests out of the room and ran to Kyoya's side.
"mommy! Mommy! Are you okay? What happened? Who did this? Do you need a good lawyer? Don't worry mommy, daddy's here"
Kyoya tolerated this torrent of overbearing hot air with gritted teeth. It wasn't until Tamaki attempted to hug his head that he snapped.
"Get off me, you idiot. That hurts"
Tamaki reared away from Kyoya, aghast. A nd was about to exclaim something undoubtedly wounded and high pitched when a solitary bead of red rolled down the side of Kyoya's face.

Watching Tamaki's reaction from the sidelines Haruhi actually thought he might pop a blood vessel, and, judging by the glowering look on Kyoya's face, he wasn't the only one.
"K-K-K-KYOYA! You're BLEEDING! Don't you worry no daddy will take care of everything! Who did this! I'll-I'll…"
Haruhi decided that for the general wellbeing of their babbling king, she had better intervene.

"Um…Kyoya sempai, would you like to sit down"
There was a shimmer in the air similar to that of a heat wave as Kyoya slowly turned to glare up at her from his position on the floor. The hairs on the back of Haruhi's neck not only stood up on end but attempted to jump clean over her collar and flee the scene altogether.
It seemed Kyoya had abandoned his usual cool host persona favoring instead to adopt the famous shadow king talent of shriveling people with a look
Haruhi felt the ever more familiar beads of sweat, that seemed to be associated too Kyoya on sight, pop out on her forehead once again as she stammered; "um…well…I mean sit up. Like on a chair or something. Maybe I can get you a glass of water?"

"YES!" Tamaki yelled so suddenly that it caused every one in the immediate vicinity to jump and two first year girls to fall out from behind the bookcase, where they had been eavesdropping, and with a look of horror towards Kyoya, scamper out of the room.

Tamaki, either oblivious to this display or for once choosing to ignore it, got to his feet once more. "Right men, you heard my little girl! Kyoya needs water and lots of it! Hikaru, Kaoru! Make sure it is triple filtered Irish spring water! I want at least twelve bottles and make sure each have there own first class seat and attendant on the flight over! Now get too it!"
With twin choruses of "yessir!" The twins darted from the room, obviously feeling that it would be better to just appease Tamaki's current level of delusion than point out the obvious flaws in this most recent endeavor.

"Hunny-sempai"
"yes sir!" Oversized brown eyes stared out from a still cake laden face.
"Kyoya will need to be comfortable, given a sense of peace and feel completely at home! I want you to round up all the soft toys you can and bring theme here" with a happy squeak Hunny scampered away.

Then quickly back to snatch Usa-chan off his chair before disappearing once more.

"Mori-sempai" there was a shallow grunt as Mori tore his eyes away from the spot where Hunny had just exited the room. "Kyoya needs a doctor; I would like you to call my own specialist. Monsieur Blanche should get here in a day; have someone meet him at the airport…"

The look Haruhi and Kyoya shared, as Tamaki carried on his eccentric (and disconcertingly specific) waffle, was one of complete bemused horror.

"Haruhi!" the sudden mention of her name snapped Haruhi out of her distraction. "I will remain here with Kyoya and I want you to contact his family and inform them of-"
"uh, sempai…?" Haruhi spoke out of obligation rather than actual desire to protest against her task. The look Kyoya was giving her from the floor was now a mix of pleading desperation and
the thinly disguised threat that said "if you leave me with him I willhunt you down and kill you!"
Haruhi gulped and adjusted her tie before continuing, "-wouldn't it be better if you called the Ootori's, Tamaki sempai? I mean they know you and every y thing so…" her argument dwindled away to nothingness, not that Tamaki seemed to notice. With a grandeur far superior than his seventeen years and a dramatic flourish he launched in to yet another spiel that Kyoya nor Haruhi even bothered to listen to the first part of. (Suffice to say there was a lot of movement and gesturing at Kyoya and back to his self.)

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A good 10 minutes later Tamaki finally left the room. It was only at this point the two actuly realized their position.
Alone.
In a room decked out as a romantic shoujo library…