Hello again! Tsk... I'm getting into a bad habit of writing short chapters! That last one was short and my other story's chapter was really short... oh well. When I wrote that day I didn't have a lot to say. I'd also like to apologize for the infrequent updates. I'm writing a story for a contest, so I am trying to focus all of my energy on it... It's going good so far! Please wish me luck and enjoy the chapters I put up when I can! Oh, and by the way... I decided who the final pairing will be! Ha! If you are a good detective you will figure it out! :P

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Haruka's extremely complicated plan was actually only complicated to her. To any other person it would seem oh so simple. But Haruka had learned a long time ago that calling something 'simple' or 'easy' always turned around and bit her in the butt. So she always called her schemes complicated so as not to jinx the process. If she didn't call it complicated, she found that she got overconfident and often her plots failed.

Now, as she scurried down the hallway she realized that this might be a lot more complicated than she had thought it would be. Her original idea had been locking them in a closet together for a few hours and see how far they got. But she realized that this wasn't going to work for Tamaki and Haruhi. It might have worked if she stuck Hikaru and Haruhi in a closet or Kaoru and Haruhi in a closet, but Tamaki... well, she knew he was a moron, but she hadn't known he was this big of a moron.

The way he talked was grating on her ears and her nerves. If she were the one walking up the hall with him, she would have killed him by now. He would have died mercilessly at her hands and she would not have cared one bit. But she was glad that Haruhi was taking it well, easily batting off his annoying questions and what not like she dealt with it every day. She probably did deal with it every day...

But seriously, she had to rethink this plan and other plans... she had to rethink this plan, and definitely work a bit more with Hikaru... gosh, how many idiots was she working with here? She knew Hikaru had not idea what his feelings were to Haruhi. Idiots... all of them.

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Hikaru was well acquainted with the emotion called 'jealousy'. He didn't know why he was acquainted with it, and he didn't know why he felt it. But it had something to do with Haruhi and Tamaki leaving alone and with Haruhi in her (ahem. Hot) swim suit. Tamaki would probably be over her once they were out of sight. And he hated that. He hated it worse than he had ever hated anything.

And he didn't know why.

That was probably the worst part; the not knowing why. He absolutely hated not knowing why he was jealous or mad or whatever. He hated it. It was probably the worst thing he had ever experienced.

Well... not quite the worst thing. The worst thing was the horrible foreboding feeling of his world breaking, coming apart piece by agonizing piece. And there was not a single thing he could do to stop it. Each thing that seemed to unravel slowly was like a bittersweet taste in his mouth; bitter because it was the only thing he knew, a world of him and his brother. And sweet because... he wasn't sure.

It seemed as though there were a lot of things he didn't know lately. A lot of things he didn't quite understand, things that were just beyond his reach. And that was a little bit of a scary thing, not understanding something.

He wanted to know why his emotions were going insane and why he was going insane and why he felt the way he did. All of the things he wanted to know were the same thing, but he was to confused to put them into one category. He wished he could talk to his twin about this, but how was he supposed to ask advice about something he couldn't even describe to himself?

Sometimes confusion had no escape...

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Haruhi was walking down the hallway with Tamaki; she had long since tuned out his rambling chatter. He was talking about something like... the benefits of swim suits? Something along the lines of the swim suit she was wearing. Maybe the benefits of blue and purple? She had no idea, nor did she necessarily care.

She was feeling a little self conscious at the moment... it had been a long, long time since she had worn something like this (had she ever worn something like this...?). She wrapped her arms around her middle. She wished she had some sort of cover up. Anything would do at the moment. Nnn... maybe she could abandon Tamaki and let him find Haruka's blow up whatever. She was sure he could do it by himself.

It was also very cold. Who knew that wearing next to nothing in building that might as well have had its air conditioning full blast would be cold? Haruhi bet they kept the core temperature at sixty degrees. Normally, that wouldn't be bad. But considering how much of Haruhi's skin was open to the air... it was cold.

Haruhi found that she didn't like the cold at all... She would rather be warm than cold. She shivered slightly and tightened her arms around her. Maybe the pool area would have a hot tub too. That would be nice.

"Haruhi?"

Maybe she could convince Haruka to let her change back into normal clothes. Maybe some jeans and a long sleeved sweater or something... warm clothes. Maybe it was so cold because it was near the mountains (forgot to mention earlier...) and whatnot.

"Haruhi?"

She was a little tired too... she must have stayed up to late last night.

"Haruhi?"

She suddenly realized Tamaki was speaking to her. With a jolt, she pulled from her thoughts. "Ack!" was what came out of her mouth, a noise of surprise. "Oh, um, sorry, Senpai." she said. "A little lost in thought, I guess."

He smiled brightly at her. "That's ok Haruhi!" he said chipperly. "I was just going to ask you if you were cold." he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, uh, yeah, a little cold."

Before he could make any kind of reply, Haruka rushed by and hit Tamaki over the head (as hard as she could, it seemed to Haruhi), shouting, "You're an idiot!"

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Haruka was not subtle (as stated) nor was she willing to let this go without at least some assistance from her plans. Sure, they would have done just fine on there own, but she wanted to be able to take full credit. Or at least, most of the credit. She was a match maker for Pete's sake! She couldn't just let her subjects wander off willy nilly. They had to be reined in or they would just screw it up.

That was what had provoked the running by and hitting Tamaki over the head. She had learned the trick of the trade well enough to know when an intervention was allowed. And this was a definite allowance to interfere. Sure, they would have been absolutely ok if she had left them alone, but... what was wrong with a bit of heat involved?

And as she sprinted down the hall, she cackled evilly.

Ah yes. Things were going to get very hot, very fast.