lumigo akvo9504: Well, I won't say it was my intention, because it wasn't, but I won't say it didn't amuse me. Sorry not sorry, can't help it. Glad you like it though.

Caibb: Yeah, I was reading the manga and suddenly there was a Halloween episode, I was like, what the hell, dude? But I figured out if would be better to just go with the flow, so... yeah. And don't you worry, stuff's coming.

nikko12rose: Hahahaha thanks, I do what I can. And I update as I write, so... yeah, for now they are pretty fast updates, but when I'm with a lot of stuff in my plate it's a bit harder.

Again, I am so sorryyyyyy. I hate not having internet. It sucks. Like, my brothers were playing Minecraft and all I wanted to do was write, but I couldn't because my family went to my beach house for Easter holidays (I'm enrolled at a catholic school so I get Thursday and Friday off), and there's no wi-fi there, so... yeah, it was awful. And then I was busy all week because it was my school's week, and then I had to write a 16-pages-essay, so you get how busy I've been. But I did it, and now I have a new chapter for you guys, so enjoy!

Also, did you watch End Game? I did last weekend, and let me tell you, I need to watch it again because I'm still processing what happened. Like, whAT ThE ACTUAL FUCk JUSt HApPENEd tHEre?! I DON'T UNDErSTAnD!

Just for you to know, I won't make any spoilers in the matter, because I hate them and I threatened every person I know to stop talking to them if they even tried to spoil me, and it would be pretty hypocrite if I did spoilers myself after I watched it. So, yeah, there's that.

In the end Nagisa managed to convince Honey and Mori-senpai that she was fine, and that she wouldn't die—whoever was behind the attack needed to do more than just locking her up somewhere to kill her, that was clear. She was a big girl, she could manage just fine. And besides, wasn't she trained by the most amazing martial artist in Japan? They would be toasted before any of them could even lay a finger on her.

So now the three of them were on their way to pick up Tamaki and Kyoya, who were still together inside that cupboard. Nagisa's hand was held by Honey's as he had claimed that way she wouldn't be kidnapped again. His reasoning didn't make any sense at all, but Nagisa went with it. His hand felt nice together with hers, and she wasn't about to complain either. Mori-senpai was next to Honey, looking over both of them in a rather protective way, as it was usual for him to do. Neither of them needed to be watched, they were totally capable of protecting themselves, but the Morinozuka Heir did it despite knowing it just as well as they did.

"I'm sorry." Nagisa said at some point, when the chit chat died, and silence filled the place. Mitsukuni and Takashi looked at her, surprised by her sudden outburst. Her head was a casted down, her face covered by her blue locks, which were now down too. "I'm sorry I worried you so much, you didn't... well, you didn't really have to go looking for me, and you did it anyways. You probably saved my life, and that's something I'll never forget." because yeah, there was more than a lock to take her down, but that was because she had friends. Without them... well, Nagisa didn't want to think about it. That time when she didn't have any friends was one on the worsts periods of Nagisa's life, one she didn't like to remember. And now that she got friends, pretty good ones, she didn't want them to go away.

"It was nothing Nagisa. You can count on us, you know? We are your friends, you can ask us for help." that was something most people had clear, Mitsukuni was no exception. The fact that Nagisa needed to be reminded of it worried him. She should have very clear that friends were there to help each other, but for some reason that wasn't sticking to her head.

'Well, I guess I'll have to remember her of it until she doesn't need to anymore.' he thought, smiling slightly while he did. He had no problem with it. Not at all.

"Friends are here to help you out, Nagisa. Don't forget that." said Takashi, feeling the need to make it clear that he was available too if she needed any help. He then ruffled her hair affectionately, and as it was down with no pigtails, it got all messy.

"Hey! Mori-senpaaaaaai!" she whined, trying to fix it as best as she could without looking at a mirror, causing Mitsukuni to laugh, and Takashi to crack a small but true smile. "Thanks, though, you really saved me." Nagisa said, flashing the a bright smile, full of happiness. One that neither of the seniors seemed to want gone.

Well, they would made sure she stayed happy, then. It was a promise.

When they finally reached the west wing, where Nagisa and the 3-E had left Tamaki and Kyoya, the door was still locked. Of course, Nagisa had requested to the school staff to keep the door unopened even if someone yelled from the inside. It had taken quite a while to get all the staff involved, but everything was settled after some tricks, and smiles and shipping partnerships—some of the maids were shippers just like Nagisa herself was! They were so much fun to talk to.

But when Nagisa opened the door, preparing herself for dying, or something like that, she found her two friends sleeping. They were using the pillows and blankets, and there were some coffee cups near.

"Ha! I told you they would be fine!" the bluenette whispered toward her companions, who just rolled heir eyes. That girl was as crazy as Tamaki, she just was better at hiding it.

Nagisa's eyes were resembling hearts when she realized her two sleeping friends were rather close, looking like they were hugging before falling asleep. They probably were, or Nagisa hoped they were, as that would mean there had actually been some progress somehow.

Mitsukuni was silently gushing all over them, pointing them with his hands, trying hard not to scream. Just like Nagisa, of course, who was jumping with him. They even started to talk to each other using signs. Which means they were making weird faces trying not to say anything, just pointing at their clubmates, covering their mouths and faces, nodding excitedly, and then repeating the process.

Takashi was patiently waiting for them to finish with their fan-girl-boy-time so they could grab them and bring them to the clubroom so they could get proper rest. He was as stoic as ever, but his eyes were softer than usual, like it happened when he was looking at those two having fun. It was obvious his cousin had finally found someone, even if neither of them knew it yet. They were both quite stubborn and blind for those kinds of things, specially if it was themselves involved, so Takashi knew better than to rush things. Patience was a virtue they said, and Morinozuka Takashi was sure as hell patient.

He knew too, another person who was patient. Haruhi was a special girl. She could handle Tamaki, Mitsukuni, the twins and the Host Club antics all together at the same time, and never lost her patience to the point she got really mad. It was amazing how she managed that. On top of that, she did her homework everyday, her house's chores, and a lot of other things that took time to finish, so her time to actually relax and rest was little. And she still agreed to go out with them almost every weekend. Even if she protested a bit, she ended up coming anyways. She was indeed amazing, wasn't she?

'I'm thinking too much about her again, aren't I?' Takashi had found himself thinking about Haruhi quite a lot lately. When he was in class, he would think of her, wondering if she had any trouble, and if she would ask him for help if that was the case like Nagisa did with Mitsukuni. Then he would remember she was an honor student, so probably didn't really have any troubles.

At his house, while he was training or meditating, his thoughts would flow to her over and over again, and there was no way for it to stop. It was like a drug, he couldn't stop thinking about her, and everything Takashi saw reminded him of Haruhi somehow. Like the flowers of the gardens, or his textbook, the food and even his toothbrush! Like, what the hell, why would his toothbrush remind him of Haruhi?

His dreams, they were plagued by her. Sometimes they told stories of adventures, and others she was just there, smiling, using a dress or a t-shirt and shorts, she was pretty either way.

It was driving him crazy. And even when it was, he never got tired of it.

Was it love? Takashi didn't know, but maybe it was too soon to think about love. Affection, yeah, liking, probably. Love... well, were was still a long road before getting there. But it didn't matter, Takashi was a patient man after all, and he would wait for it.

When Tamaki woke up he wasn't in the cupboard anymore. He noticed first because Kyoya wasn't by his side, his arms weren't around him anymore. It made him a bit more disappointed than he cared to admit. Tamaki would have liked to wake up wrapped up in Kyoya's arms...

'What? Wait, what am I thinking? Maybe I'm still a bit sleepy. Yeah, probably is just that.' that calmed the Host Club's King down as he sat down, recognizing the room as the Music Room 3#'s changing room. He was using one of the beds they sometimes used when one of the club members was tired.

How had he gotten there, anyways? He didn't feel anyone moving him anywhere while he slept, but that may had been because he never felt anything while he slept.

'Probably Mori-senpai or Honey-senpai. They would definitely be willing to help Nagisa out...' he reasoned, yawning as he stood up, looking for something—someone—else. And he indeed found what he was looking for. Kyoya was sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in blankets, laying down on another bed near the one Tamaki was using.

Tamaki's face changed as he formed a smile. When asleep, Kyoya usually looked more relaxed, his features softened without the mask he used to make people believe he was in fact just a manipulative bastard. Now, he looked at ease, like he had no care in the world, and Tamaki didn't want to wake him up, because if he did, then his friend would be back into his I'm-a-rich-bastard-who-does-everything-he-does-because-it-has-merit facade.

The fact that Kyoya would kill him if he was awoken had nothing to do with that statement. Nope, not at all.

'Because if someone even dares to think about doing it, they'll face the wrath of the Demon King.' Tamaki unsuccessfully tried to hold back the shivers that came down to him when he though about it. Besides, the blond himself had already woken him up three times that week, another one might just be the end of him. Tamaki was still waiting for the Ootori's police force to come and arrest him, as it was well known that his friend had a very special personality when he was awaken. Honestly, Kyoya had a lot of patience when it was Tamaki. The thought made the blond smirk, knowing most people didn't have as much luck as he did.

"What kind of idiocy are you thinking about now, Tamaki?" the half French boy could have died form a heart attack that precise moment. For a moment he thought it may had been Kyoya, catching him while he stared at him, but for his relieve, it was just Nagisa.

That relieve was gone when he processed what that meant. It was Nagisa, after all. She was like those shady twins in so many ways it was scary as shit, but she had the necessary subtlety so it wasn't as obvious. That only made her even scarier. And somehow, they were still pretty close friends, that being the reason why he didn't run off every time he spotted her blue hair.

Maybe befriending scary people was some kind of trend for him?

"I was just thinking about our next cosplay theme." he said calmly before snapping, remembering she was the one that locked him with Kyoya. "Nagisa! Why did you locked us in yesterday?! That was really un-lady-like and rude!" he said, trying his best not to raise his voice in order to keep his Shadow King from waking up. It was still too early for that, and he didn't feel the need to die a horrible death today.

"Kami, you're so slow some times..." Nagisa muttered, rolling her eyes before grabbing his arm to drag him out of the room. "We better not wake him up, or he'll be cranky as hell for the rest of the morning."

"That's right, let's keep it quiet, 'kay?" Honey-senpai was there too?! And Mori-senpai!

"I feel to betrayed. How could you do this to your King?" Tamaki whimpered, going to his corner of woe to mop and grow mushrooms.

"Because you're from France, and it seems like there everyone's blind, so we needed to help ya' out." bluntly said Nagisa, smirking slightly as she remembered that series about those weird French superheroes she'd been watching lately. It was a lot of fun, and it prove her theory of all French people being blind. Why would Tamaki not realise his true feelings if it wasn't because of that? 'Cause the idiot wasn't pretending, he wasn't able to do that. No, he was truly unaware of his feelings, something really impressive. And they said France was the city of love, and that French people were good match-makers.

'Yeah, tell that to this guy.'

"Nagisaaaaaa! Why are you so mean to me?" Tamaki whined, growing even more mushrooms in his corner of woe. He was the Host King, why where they being mean to him. He needed Mommy...

"I'm not being mean, you jackass..." the bluenette muttered, before rethinking what she said. Well, maybe she was being a little mean... but they did say the best friendships where the ones that hurt, right?

'If that's not real, then all my friends from middle school are not real friends, so I'll take it as it is.' those kind of thoughts where the ones that made Nagisa realise maybe her middle school class was a bit violent.

Meh, they were good either way.

It had been three days since Halloween, and unfortunately, that meant they were back into having classes. What Nagisa enjoyed the most of Halloween was all the free time they got to prepare the night. Most of it was unnecessary, which meant the bluenette got to do whatever the hell crossed her mind for a week or so.

And now they were back to math class. No fair.

Oh, well. It gave her the excuse to go see Honey, always the one good with math and willing to help her, so at least something good came out of having the horribly boring and torturous lessons again.

But at the time being, the assassin was having a study session with Haruhi at her house. It was Sunday morning, and both girls wanted to spend some time together, so they decided it would be best if they multi-tasked and did it while doing homework and preparing for quizzes.

"Hey, Nagisa, I need to go grab some things to the market for lunch, would you wait for me while I go?" Haruhi asked, looking at the wall clock to know how much time she had to cook lunch.

The bluenette, who was focused on her French essay, looked up when she heard her friend talking about going to the market. Now that she mentioned it, Nagisa herself needed to go too...

"Can I come with you? There are some things I need to buy myself. Tomorrow I'm having some guests over, and as always my fridge's empty, so I was about to go later anyways." she explained, and Haruhi decided it was better not to pray into why she had people coming over on a Monday. Well, Haruhi knew the bluenette had a bunch of weird friends, just like Nagisa herself, so if she didn't seem bothered by it, Haruhi was not about to say otherwise. It was nothing of her business either.

"Of course you can. But they have a lot of sales today, so we better hurry so we can choose the good stuff." and with that they got going. If they wanted to finish early, they needed to hurry things along.

So when they were coming back to Haruhi's place, talking about things with no importance, both were surprised to find four limousines parked in front of the apartments building.

'Well, shit.' thought Nagisa when she spotted that familiar blond senior she was madly in love with. If Honey was there, then Mori-senpai was as well. And they wouldn't be there if it wasn't because of Tamaki, who probably was being stupid as usual and dragged all the hosts to meet Haruhi's house.

'Haruhi's gonna get nuts, isn't she?' the bluenette mused thinking about it. Well, those rich bastards had it coming, it was their fault.

"Hey, Haruhi." the brunette looked down at Nagisa, making her huff a bit. Yes, she was short, there was no need to make it even more obvious... "Don't go easy on them. Make them pay." she smiled evilly, and somewhere inside Haruhi's mind Tamaki-senpai's words came to life. Maybe her friend was a demon, after all. Haruhi made a mental note about hearing Tamaki-senpai out from now on. Maybe he wasn't that much of an idiot...

No, scratch that. He was, of course he was. Who was the one who brought all the hosts to her house? Obviously it was Tamaki.

"And remember, do not say anything about her being poor, understood?" Haruhi heard Tamaki-senpai whispering, and restrained herself from face-palming. Was he for real now? They talked about her being a commoner all the time! What would change if they didn't do it now? It wasn't as she would change her mind about them, anyways.

"Uh, Tama-chan? I think it's too late for that." Mitsukuni had spotted them, because of Nagisa's unmistakable blue hair. It was pretty hard to miss it, really.

"What do you mean, Honey-senpai?" the short senior just pointed his finger at their direction, making the Host King and the twins stiffen.

'Oh well, she's gonna kill us.' they thought as Haruhi's face morphed with hardly contained anger. Nagisa's evil face only made it worse. They weren't about to receive any help from her at the time being. Of course, the bluenette was having the time of her life right now, she wasn't going to end it.

"Leave. Now." Haruhi didn't shout, but her murderous look was enough to let them know she was pissed. And then Tamaki started to point all the blame to the twins. Typical.

In the end, the hosts ended up inside Haruhi's house, as it was obvious it would happen eventually. Those guys didn't know the meaning of privacy. Nagisa was fast as she collected her stuff, putting her papers and pencil-case back inside her bag before those morons could find a way of ruining it.

'Well, at least Honey's here, and he brought cake.' she thought, smiling a bit as she sat besides Honey.

The small senior smiled widely when Nagisa sat by his side, and purportedly moved a bit to the right in order to be closer to her, his action being only caught by Takashi, who just let out a tiny smile as he saw his cousin and his friend interact. They were so made for each other it was actually surprising. How could they not notice the other returned their feelings, that was something Takashi couldn't understand. Well, they did say love was blind. Even if that wasn't the purpose of that phrase, it damn well fitted them.

'Mitsukuni brought strawberry cake. Maybe I'll give mines to Haruhi?' yep, those where the deep thoughts Takashi usually had.

The evening was full of... interesting events, to say the least. Tamaki ended up being hated by Ranka, the twins somehow managed to succeed with their task of getting on his good side, as well as Takashi and Mitsukuni, and Kyoya surprised them all when he admitted he had been in contact with Haruhi's father since she joined the club. Well, not really that surprising, actually.

Nagisa of course spent the evening chatting with Ranka about fashion and that new palette one of their favorite make-up lines had launched recently. Ranka already had it, and promised he would let her use it some day, because Nagisa was dying to get that pallete since the launch was announced.

This particular detail didn't miss Mitsukuni's ears, who had been listening to everything she had said since the moment he saw her.

'Interesting... really interesting. Maybe I'll start looking more into this make-up line thing.' he thought, making a mental note to make sure he wouldn't forget. This was an important thing. Besides, if Nagisa was so interesting on it, it had to be because of something, right?

In the end, though, everything ended up being just as any day at the Host Club: crazy, and weird, and... nice. Even if Haruhi was annoyed by her friends, and Nagisa was just thinking about how those guys were supposed to be the next world rulers, and the hosts were just messing around as always. It was how they worked, and it was fun. Ranka being there only made things even better.

"Don't forget to write to me, Nagisa, I want to know you got home alright. And tell Karma-kun I say hi, okay? I haven't seen him for a while now." Ranka sure was a sweet person, and Nagisa was grateful for it.

"Okay, Ranka, but you don't need to worry. These guys are giving me a lift, so they'll drop me off in front of my building. Thanks for worrying, though. And I'll let Karma know he's a bastard and that he should visit more, 'kay?" how Karma and Ranka met, was a story for another time, because it was really weird and bizarre. Like, really weird. And bizarre, we can't forget about that.

And with that Nagisa left the Fujioka residence, flanked by the two seniors. The three friends were the first ones to leave, as they knew they were being totally intrusive, and decided it was better to leave in order to make the others realize they needed to get going too. At least that was what Honey said, but Nagisa wasn't counting on that much. Her friends were... stupid, that was the only word the bluenette could think to describe them at the moment.

'Oh well, they are the only real friends I have at Ouran, so I better keep up, right?' she thought, smiling over at Mori-senpai and Honey, who were having a conversation about some tournament the Hainozuka's were hosting next week. That meant Honey was the only one talking about it, telling his cousin about this grading system, or something like that.

"Wait a minute." both cousins turned to watch Nagisa. "You said your family is hosting a martial arts tournament?" her blue eyes were shining just by the thought of it, and her looked turned so hopeful Mitsukuni wasn't about to tell her no.

"Yeah! I thought I talked to you about it, but as you don't know, I'll explain." Mitsukuni said, clutching Usa-chan with his hands. "The tournament allows any kind of martial art, and we'll let the competitors use the Haninozuka style. You know how that goes, so basically, the only thing you can't do is kill someone. If you want, I can sign you up. I won't be competing because I'll be with the jury as will Takashi, but Chika and Satoshi will compete, so maybe you'll fight one of them." Nagisa was almost bouncing all over the limousine. She couldn't believe there was going to be a tournament when they allowed the competitors to use the Haninozuka style! Even if obviously she couldn't kill, which was her speciality, it was still awesome! The only one who had fought her using the Haninozuka style was Honey, and he was unbeatable, so it would be a good change to fight against someone she could actually spar with for more than thirty seconds.

"I'll appreciate it, thanks Honey." she smiled, and pecked his cheek. Mitsukuni's face turned bright red almost immediately, but Nagisa didn't notice, as she was looking the other way, trying to hide her own blush. And Takashi, of course, was witnessing it all with a soft expression. They were... cute.

"So, Haruhi." all the hosts had already left for the day, and it was just the two Fujiokas in the house. Haruhi was preparing dinner, and Ranka was sitting at the living room drinking some tea. "I saw how you looked at one of those guys. What was his name again? Oh, yes, I remember. Takas..." he was cut in the middle of the sentence with a dish towel Haruhi threw at his head. "Haruhi! Why are you so mean to Daddy?!" of course Ranka whined, and Haruhi just kept stirring the sesame sauce, her cheeks light red.

"Stop saying those things, Otousan. There's nothing between Mori-senpai and I, I promise." Haruhi rolled her eyes. Why did his father had to do this every time he met a friend of hers? It was annoying.

"Alright, I'll stop. Nagisa texted, she said she was home and that Mitsukuni-kun and Takashi-kun already left." he informed to his daughter. "Those three are pretty close, right?"

Haruhi thought about it for a second.

"Well, I guess you could call it that. Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai are almost always together, and Nagisa trains with them at Honey-senpai's family dojo, so they spend a lot of time together. I've seen her have a real conversation with Mori-senpai, and Honey-senpai is like her best friend at Ouran, so... yeah, they're close. Why?"

"Nothing, just a thought that came to my mind, that's all." and then the conversation was over. But Ranka wasn't as blunt as his daughter, and he had noticed. Those looks Nagisa and Mitsukuni had shared weren't friendly ones. They were in love.

Of course, none of them had realized the other felt the same yet, but Takashi had, it was obvious. The way he looked at them was all one needed to know if you were observant enough. And Ranka sure was observant.

That was the reason he asked about Takashi in the first place. Her daughter seemed... attracted to him? Well, sort of. She was kind of drawn by him, in a rather romantic way. Haruhi didn't have a clue, but the senior sure did. Takashi looked at Haruhi too, and he seemed a little—a lot more aware of what was going on between them. A least he seemed like he knew he was attracted to Haruhi. If he knew that, in a way Haruhi felt the same way, that Ranka didn't know.

'Well, I prefer him over Tamaki.' he thought, humming happily as he sipped his cup of tea.

Haruhi, who was now measuring the rice, thought there was something odd with her father. And by that she meant something odder that usual. He asked if she liked one of the hosts, and when she didn't answered he changed the subject. Nothing really out of the ordinary...

'This time was different, though. He mentioned one of the guys in specific. But why Mori-senpai?' of course, Haruhi as blunt as she was, wouldn't notice her father was right, that she had been staring at the tall senior throughout the evening, apparently in an unconscious way. Oh, well, she would notice eventually, right?

Well, we'll have to wait to know that.

So, I feel like I haven't really develop Takashi's and Haruhi's feelings, and I don't like it, so that's gonna change from now on. I don't know how to do it with Haruhi, though. She is... well, Haruhi. But I'll think of something.

Also, I have a question. If I' honest I haven't given the twins' affectionate relationships much thought, but if you really want it, and I mean, really want it, I could pull off some things. But just if you really want it hahahahaha.