After some time trying to teach him to be the "mischievous" type, Shiro had finally had enough. I'm surprised he lasted as long as he did, to be honest. It didn't take a genius to figure out there had to be more going on than just wanting to make girls happy. Shortly after Shiro ran off, we found ourselves stalking around the elementary school — the majority of us in our normal uniforms while Hunny and Haruhi dressed as elementary and middle schoolers. Why? Your guess is as good as mine!

"This makes me so nostalgic!"

"I wonder if our graffiti on the desks is still there!"

"Doubtful," Kyoya told the twins as we all filed into Shiro's classroom. "They change the desks out every year."

"A little more formal than our old classrooms, huh?" I smiled up at Tamaki thinking back to our elementary school days.

"Hey! Zip it!" Haruhi scolded us, "Someone is coming!" We all shut up as a pair of footsteps passed our room.

"That was close." The twins said simultaneously. Once everyone had their fill of nostalgia, we finally filed out of the room and found Shiro sitting by himself in a room full of classmates in a music room.

"Takaouji," we watched a young girl approach our grumpy friend, "Have you practiced the new piano piece yet?"

"Uh, no." Shiro replied awkwardly.

"Then let's practice together! Why don't you take the grand piano?" The girl smiled brightly at him.

"That's ok. You use it. I'll just listen." He sighed. I could see the sadness on her face at the rejection to play together, but she quickly replaced it with a bright smile.

"Thanks! I will! Let me know if you want to join!" She sat at the beautiful piano and began to play a familiar favorite. Instinctively, I raised up on my toes and glanced over my shoulder at Tamaki. I was slightly surprised to find him looking down at me as well. The two kids reminded me of us. Except for the fact that Shiro was clearly enamored with the girl.

Tamaki moved across the hallway and grabbed a rose as I fought the urge to spin with the music.

"Excuse me young lady," he said, stopping a young girl walking by, "Can you please tell me something about the girl that's playing the piano?"

"That's Hina-chan! But don't go falling in love with her." The little girl said.

"Oh? Why not?" Tamaki asked, surprised by her reply.

"Haven't you heard? Her daddy got a job in Germany! She'll be moving away soon."

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU IDIOTS!" We all turned to see Shiro screaming from the doorway. Before anyone could explain, Tamaki had already moved to lift Shiro into the air and scolding him.

"You're the one being an idiot! How do you make a girl happy? Even if you asked us, we wouldn't answer because you don't want to make girls happy, you only want to make HER happy! Only you know how to do that." Tamaki lectured, walking off with the young boy over his shoulder.

"But there's no time…" Shiro argued as we all followed after them. In what felt like no time, we were back in the high school in music room 3. It was clear to me from the moment Shiro yelled at us in the hallway what Tamaki had in mind, but it became obvious to everyone once the young boy had been plopped next to the grand piano. Tamaki sat down and began to play — much to Shiro's shock.

"Hang on… Since when is there a piano in here?" Asked Haruhi. Every member replied in turn with It is a music room after all. This time I didn't hold myself back. Listening to the music notes I rise to my toes and spin freely around the room feeling my hair whip around with every twirl.

Dancing to Tamaki's piano playing is my happy place.

When the song ends and Shiro's practice begins, I had to admit I felt a little disappointed. There's truly nothing more beautiful than Tamaki's playing. But at least for the following week while they practiced I was able to listen to bits of his playing. I also was able to get on top of all of my make-up homework and even work on a few songs. Hina arrived at the end of the week to her own private concert and was able to play with Shiro. I watched them play together, my heart warmed by their love.

I leaned against Tamaki's arm, wanting to say so much but not wanting to speak over their piece. He smiled down at me wordlessly before placing his hand atop my head affectionately. He knew he accomplished something beautiful and it was clear how happy he was.

Later that afternoon, we were home together working on homework — well, I was while Tamaki continued to go on and on about what a wonderful job he did. He was about thirty minutes into his own monologue when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered it without checking the ID, distracted by Tamaki's wild arm movements.

"Lori, it's Camille." My new manager!

"Ah, bonjour, Camille! Ca va?" I switched to french instinctively, knowing her first language was easier than Japanese.

"Just fine. How are you settling into Tokyo? Did you find somewhere suitable to stay?" Camille was like the big sister I never had. And with all her sons off at university, I imagine I'm like the daughter she never had. She was a huge 180 from the man who used me, broke my heart, and tried to destroy my career when we broke up. I filled her in loosely about what I had been up to — she didn't really need to know I was essentially living with a man.

"Camille, I know you didn't just call to catch up. What's going on? Is it good or bad?" I asked. There was a long pause and I instantly knew bad.

"Don't watch the news tonight."

"And why not?"

"Henri has given another interview."

Tamaki's POV

I'm not quite sure when Lori had answered her phone, but as soon as I realized I became quiet so she could have some peace talking to whomever Camille was. It was nice to hear her speaking French. Japanese is a beautiful language, but there's nothing quite like our native tongue.

"And why not?" she asked, rubbing her forehead as if a headache were forming there. I couldn't hear the answer, but I watched the color drain from her face as she snapped her phone closed. Her wide-eyed stare was blank but I could see from across the room that she was shaking. She looked terrified.

"Lori?" I said softly, trying to snap her out of her thoughts as I moved closer to her.

"TV." She replied suddenly, her eyes fixing on mine. "Where's a TV?" I knew her well enough to know I wouldn't get an answer by asking so instead I took her to the closest television. I handed her the control and she silently flipped through channels until she found the station she was looking for. There was some sort of entertainment news show on. I had seen the show before — it never treated her well. It clicked that someone must have called to warn her of something that would be on tonight.

"Lori…" I tried again, "Are you sure you want to –"

"Shh." She interrupted.

"Tonight!" The host's voice boomed around us. "We sit down for an exclusive interview with Henri Laurent, the ex-manager and ex-lover of singer Lori Robin, to hear all about how the princess of pop broke his heart and what he's up to now that our favorite celebrity couple has called it quits." I heard my friend suck in a sharp breath next to me as the program showed a photo of the man she used to love. I remember watching the scandal break only a few months ago. Every media outlet portrayed my friend as a sleazy cheating celebrity, but I knew Lori better than that. This man was clearly a liar.

"We can turn this off," I told her, not wanting her to hear his lies.

"Shh." She replied again. And then there he was on the screen. Dressed in a cheap suit with fake tears in his eyes but a devilish smile tugging at his lips.

"It's been a hard road, you know?" Henri started. I watched my friend physically recoil from his voice and felt myself growing angry at him. I wanted more than anything to reach through that screen and make him regret everything he had done.

"I can only imagine." The host told him sympathetically. "You didn't just lose a client, you lost the love of your life, right?"

"I really did. I gave my whole self to her — emotionally, physically — and she just used me to get her career farther. If I had known she was going to sleep with half the industry, I wouldn't have given myself to her. I wanted to marry her one day."

"Do you think you two could ever work things out? LauRobin was one of the world's favorite couples after all!"

"I could definitely do her – I mean – date her again! But probably not until she grew up a little and stopped playing with men's hearts." He smiled directly at the camera despite his disgusting slip-up. He was clearly trying to paint my sweet Lori as some kind of sexual deviant. Suddenly, the TV clicked to black. I looked down at my friend, her arm still outstretched with the control in her hand. It was as if any movement she made took a conscious effort. But in an instant, it was like all of her energy left her body and she started to collapse.

I caught her with ease and slowly lowered us to the ground where she could lean against my chest. She was shaking.

"I… I can't believe he would start this up again. Why can't he ruin someone else's life?" She said quietly, tears dropping from her cheeks. I pulled her close to me, my heart breaking for her.

"It's going to be ok." I told her.

"The press is going to be all over me now. 'I gave my whole self to her physically.' Why the hell did he have to say that?" She sobbed. "And 'I'd do her again?' Really!? As if I'm still his toy. If he even tried to touch me again I'd… I'd…" Her voice broke off. I felt jealousy building up within me, catching me by surprise. Why would I be jealous of a failed relationship? Or was I jealous of the… physical part of what they had? No! Definitely not! That would make me some kind of pervert! And I can't be thinking like this when she's clearly so hurt.

"I'm sorry." She sighed, suddenly pushing away and leaving me feeling a little empty. "I can't cry about this anymore."

"My sweet songbird, you can cry as much as you want to." I told her, wiping away the tears left on her soft cheeks. She pressed her head against my hand gently and I wanted nothing more than to pull her back against me and hug her all night.

"I'm glad we're together again." She looked up at me and smiled, her hand moving over my own to hold it in place. "But let's not dwell on the past anymore. Can we do something fun with our next day off, please? I know that once the press finds where I am they'll be all over me for a comment and I just can't face them yet."

"Your wish is my command, Lori."