Haruhi sighed as the two boys across and beside her had a conversation coated with fake kindness and bitter words. "How did Haruhi get involved in this situation?" Derek asked Tamaki as he sent a slight glare in his direction while at the same time smiling sweetly for Haruhi's sight. Haruhi didn't buy his smile for one second but she allowed him to think she did. "She knocked over an 80,000 dollar vase and has to pay her debt the only way the host club could think of. She must get a certain amount of costumer requests before she is allowed to leave the club if she wanted to." Tamaki said. "Is that the only thing you could think of? So sad. And I thought Japanese people were supposed to be smart. No offense Haruhi." He said as he smiled a bitter smile towards Tamaki. (By the way, I am only making him say this; this is NOT how I actually feel towards Japanese so please take no offense.) Tamaki glared at him as Haruhi said nothing. She only sighed as their little war continued. "No, we just had to think of a way for her to repay the debt the way the host club could profit more." He said. "So she is only something to profit the host club? How very rude. What do you think Haruhi?" he asked as both boys turned their attention towards her.
There was a moment of silence as they awaited Haruhi's answer. Finally, she stood up and placed both hands on the table. "I think this little war between the two of you is stupid and that you shouldn't bring me into it. I want nothing to do with it. And also, Tamaki-senpai, I wish you hadn't have told me that information. Now would you please excuse me? I need to think for a while." She said before leaving them alone. Tamaki stood up quickly and began to chase after her. He could tell when her feelings were hurt. He hadn't meant to tell her these things. It was all a lie. There was a different reason as to why she had to work as a host. Yet only he could tell her when the time came. "Haruhi!" he yelled out after her, getting closer to her by the minute. "Leave me alone! Please! I need to think." She replied as she came closer to the curve. Tamaki caught up to her and grabbed her arm, forcing her to face him.
When he spun her around, he saw her eyes were filled with hurt. "Haruhi, I didn't mean those things. They aren't the real reasons why you are acting as a host to pay your debt off. You know this!" he said with pleading eyes. "Then tell me, why am I a host? To make a bigger profit for the club?" she asked with scorn in her voice. "It's because… it is a suitable payment for breaking a vase you possibly could pay for on your own. That's why you're acting as a host." He said knowing in his own mind that this was only part of the truth for him. Her eyes softened a little but still held an emotion he didn't like. Sadness. "I guess you're right. I know there is no way I could pay for that vase. I suppose it really is a suitable payment." She said with a sad laugh. Tamaki said nothing when she said this. Haruhi looked up at his face to find a sad yet dazed look upon his face. "There's no need for you to be sad Tamaki-senpai. I am acting a little too drastically. I don't know why. I feel like I've changed in the short two weeks we've been here." She said as her gaze fell on the concrete they stood on. Tamaki snapped out of his daze as she said this. "No Haruhi! It's fine. Besides, this trip was bound to effect everybody differently but I didn't expect it to affect you." He said in a quiet voice.
Haruhi looked up at him. "Why not?" she asked with questioning eyes. Tamaki stayed silent as she asked this. She sighed finally realizing she wasn't going to get an answer from him. "We should head back home now." She said as she began to head towards the mansion they were living in. Tamaki walked along beside her, silent. Both were defiantly not themselves. Hopefully, they would be themselves soon. Hopefully.
I know this chapter sucks...please bear with me. I am writing two stories at once so my attention is split between the two. Just tell me what you think.