Haruhi's Real Problem

by Apprentice08

After the year Haruhi's had, she is glad to find things have gotten back to normal. Well, mostly, aside from her small budding feelings for Tamaki, and the fact that her stalker was just released from prison after nine years, or the fact that suddenly paranoia and fear are her constant companions. Haruhi will need her friends to help her...she may even need them to save her life.

2. Chapter 2

A/N: Alright guys, chapter two, thanks for the patience and the reviews!

WARNINGS: Nothing serious, just a grown man being in love with a sixteen year old girl, but no hanky-panky. Also, about Kyoya…...yeah….I decided to throw him into a strange little dance of love…...with Ranka…..so…..if you don't like….don't read….but there is a kiss…...between two men…...you'll just have to read….is this where the power engine starts and Ranga comes out of the floor and yells something about a guy named Moe? Laughs evilly! But seriously, if maleXmale isn't your thing or you don't like Kyoya with Ranka, like can't stand the idea….just….don't read past the last page break.

Chapter Two

A Figure in the Shadows!

Or

Kyoya, Tamaki and Haruhi Learn about Vulnerability!

The next day, the entire school was abuzz with questions and conversations regarding the fire that occured the night before. While the Host Club didn't often see each other outside of the Music Room, all their schedules heavy with classes and study halls, Tamaki had demanded they all walk in together before going their separate ways.

He thought a united front would be the best way to deal with the fact that this had been the first time the Host Club had ever had one of their parties go so far south. They were all to be charming, answer questions and ask each girl who approached to a free luncheon they were planning at the end of the week.

"Kyoya! Kyoya Senpai, wait!" The young man stopped and looked over his shoulder, seeing a rather out of breath Haruhi jogging after him.

"Ah, Haruhi, just the person I was hoping to meet." he said in his often misleading and yet soft tone.

"Hey! The twins just called me, I had to run here to make it, but they didn't tell me where we were meeting!" the girl puffed out slowly as she braced herself on her knees and bent over a little.

"Relax. You're early, most of the other students won't arrive for another half hour. We are all meeting by the main gate, care to join me?"

By now, Haruhi had regained her breath and stood, grabbing her shoulder strap and adjusting her satchel to sit more comfortably, "Yes, thank you Kyoya Senpai."

They walked in silence towards the main gate on the far side of the school, the morning air once again crisp and the early morning light causing a slightly red hugh to the otherwise pale sky.

Haruhi yawned softly as they walked and Kyoya gave the faintest of chuckles, "Are you tired, Haruhi? Have a late night?"

The girl sighed and looked down at the ground as they walked, her hands in her pockets as she said softly, "I didn't sleep very well. Between the fire and what's been going on with my personal life...I guess I'm just kind of stressed. Didn't help that we had to get up so early to be here. I'm surprised you managed to make it, considering you're not a morning person."

"It's true, I'm not. But, suffice it to say, Tamaki's idea was rather clever. Brilliant actually, considering how often his ideas border on ludacris." Kyoya said to Haruhi as they approached the gate.

"How so?" Haruhi asked, her eyes seeking out Kyoya's rather indifferent face as he stared ahead unblinking.

"While offering the girls a free luncheon and our most sincere apologies for the inconvenience, presenting a united front will do more for us against any naysayers that might be present. It's a good move to make."

"You really think there would be people who turn against the Host Club, Senpai?" Haruhi asked in surprise.

"Hard to say, though the club primarily caters to the needs of the female students at Ouran, and we have had no actual incidents with jealous boyfriends or over protective brothers and the like, we have had our fair share of run-ins with people who have acted out against us. This could be a catalyst for those few who have kept their mouth shut and eyes averted."

Haruhi thought back to when Seika Ayanokoji had thrown her bag into the pond and tried to imply that Haruhi had assaulted her. She also recalled the time the school newspaper tried to do a report on Tamaki and get the club shut down. Then there was the Zuka Club, a strange group all it's own who had threatened the same but never actually acted upon said threats.

"I guess you're right, I just never thought of the Host Club as having enemies."

"Everyone has enemies, Haruhi. I dare say even you must have one or two, surely." the young man mused casually and she jerked her head to look at him in surprise.

"What? Me? No, I don't think I'd ever be a target for someone's animosity! I'm genuinely impartial and tend to just go with the flow, ya know?" she rattled off nervously as she scratched at the back of her head.

Though, her nerves seemed to sizzle a little as she suddenly thought of Dr. Sato.

Her gaze suddenly turned to the buildings around them, eyes far away and vacant as she thought softly to herself, Was he my enemy? Or just a severely messed up man? He never actually hurt me...but...I wish I could remember what he did- it seems so unimportant to the life I am living now….but I want to know.

"I wish I could remember." she mutters.

"Remember what?" Kyoya asked softly as they reached the main gates, the others still not having arrived.

"Huh? Oh, nothing of consequence. Just… things. Bad memory in this one!" she says pointing to herself and wincing.

"I see. Well, perhaps you should look into some techniques for memory recollection, it might help you to recall whatever it is you have forgotten." he says lazily, though his eyes remain unblinking and focused on her.

"Techniques, for memory? What do you mean, Senpai?"

"Well, surely you've heard of things like the Memory Palace, or the practice Memory Recollection. One is used to store information for later use, a place to put things in your mind so you will never forget it. While the other, Memory Recollection, is more for digging into your subconscious and trying to find memories that have been misplaced or forgotten…..Psychologists use these techniques to help victims of trauma or particularly high stress manage their thoughts and feelings as well as the memories they wish to find their way back to or have forgotten altogether."

His eyes remain on her, piercing yet gentle and Haruhi stares at him for a moment before she asks, "Kyoya….do you know something about-"

"Hey guys!" and both Kyoya and Haruhi look out to see the twins and Mori and Honey Senpai getting out of a short limo just down the street. The smallest of the four still half asleep in Mori Senpai's arms, his rabbit pulled close as he gently snores.

Kaoru and Hikaru walking ahead of the other two and waving to them, "Uh, hey guys. Where's Tamaki?" she asks as the four finally meet them and they all stand together in a small group.

"He went to the Chairman's office, no doubt trying to smooth things over before we report there after first period. None of you are required to attend, as Tamaki and I are the heads of the club, we will be held accountable for the incident. If all goes well there shouldn't be any lasting issues and things can proceed as normal." Kyoya said.

"Wait, if we don't have to be there for the meeting then why are we here so early." Hikaru yawned out, his eyes nearly glaring at Kyoya while his brother placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Doing as Tamaki suggested. Presenting a united front will be better for the Club as well as allow us to answer questions and put the rumors of sabotage to rest before they can spread. You will also need to make sure you invite each girl to a free luncheon that will be happening later this week."

"Free food? Alright!" the twins said at the same time as they high fived happily.

"Wait...did you just say sabotage?" Haruhi asked.

"Yes. The police report says they found accelerent and a point of origin. The fire started on the right backside of the stage and followed a trail of alcohol around the edge of the stage towards the front. I have no doubt in my mind, it was arson."

The group stared at him in surprise until Hikaru asked, "Why would anyone want to start a fire during a Host Club event?"

"Exactly my question. Make no mistake, I have people looking into it, but since there were no cameras and everyone else was watching the meteor shower there are no witnesses. Anyone could have started it, the main question is who had the right motive?"

"The back right corner of the stage….that's near where Tamaki and I were, but we didn't see or hear anything."

"What were you and Tamaki doing behind the stage?" the twins asked suspiciously as they stared her down, small fox like grins coming to their faces.

"Oh! D'ah, nothing, nothing at all, just talking about….stuff?" and Haruhi felt sweat roll down the back of her neck.

"Yeah? What kind of stuff?" Kaoru asked as he leaned closer and winked, Hikaru leaning in as well, though his face looked more curious and annoyed than playful.

"That's enough you two, Tamaki will be here any minute. Now, let's put the speculation aside and focus on doing our jobs. Mori, try to wake Honey up, I have a feeling his bright and happy face my play to our advantage today."

The tall boy nodded once before he carefully went about waking up the cranky young man in his arms without getting his fingers...or face… bitten off.

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Tamaki did arrive only minutes later and after a brief explanation of how the meeting went with his father, the group prepared for their walk into the halls of the school.

"Haruhi, can I speak to you a moment?" Tamaki called softly and the others looked at them, the twins seeming rather peeved at the idea of leaving them alone together.

"You guys go on ahead, but don't enter until we get there." the young man ordered and the group went on ahead, Kyoya glancing over his shoulder at the pair before sighing.

Haruhi brought her hands together before her, eyes staring holes into the cement stones beneath her.

"Oh dear, it seems I have made you uncomfortable." Tamaki said gently as a finger came to her chin and raised her face up to look at him.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable, Tamaki. I did."

"I don't understand, how could you-"

"Look, Tamaki… I know I need to be upfront with you about what happened, so you understand. I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"I understand, Haruhi-" he says suddenly yet softly as he looks away, his hair hiding those violet eyes in shadow.

She looks up at him with wide eyes, confusion covering her face, "I thought maybe...you felt the same way...I thought….but you don't, of course you don't….how could you. A girl like you, with someone like me...well… it was the most beautiful dream. But I suppose…. I will just have to...be alright with it. I'll be...fine."

And Haruhi is in shock, because she can hear the faint hint of tears in his face, sees him look away more, trying to hide his hurt but Haruhi cannot let him misunderstand her.

"No! Senpai, Tamaki, that isn't what I was going to say!"

"Eh-it wasn't?" he asked, the barest glint of hope lacing his voice as he braves glancing at her.

"Not at all." she offers with a very small laugh.

"Then….what-"

"I like you Tamaki….I think….I kind of like you the way you like me."

He gasped loudly, "Oh Haruhi! Really!?"

Instantly Haruhi reaches a hand up to cup his cheek, "Calm. Stay calm." she orders flatly as she knows he is just about to shoot off and with that comes a very tight hug and being thrown around like a rag doll.

"Yes, of course, sorry….I'm sorry." and Tamaki takes a slow deep breath.

"Thanks."

" Now, what were you trying to say my sweet angel?"

Haruhi feels the faint blush that comes to her cheeks, her mind reeling at such a ridiculous comparison.

I sure don't feel like an angel. She mused with annoyance in her head, still, she sighes out her frustration and tries to reach him, help him understand.

"Look, Tamaki, I just want you to understand, that while I may feel the same way, I just need some time to...come to terms with it. I need some space to process my feelings and deal with them responsibly. I don't want to...hurt you...or ruin our friendship."

Tamaki seemed to digest this sentiment a moment before he smiled gently, "I understand. Afterall, I knew from the very beginning you wouldn't be ready for anything overly intimate for quite awhile."

Haruhi stared in shock, "W-What do you mean?"

"Well, it's obvious, you are a very practical and mature girl, but you are still fairly young. It would be inappropriate for me to assume that you would want anything more from me than just my company, perhaps a gentle kiss when no one is looking? Holding hands while we walk through some sunset, on a beach by the ocean. Anything else, well, that can wait for a time. As long as you want actually, as long as I can have the pleasure of your company and you by my side."

Haruhi smirked, "You really are good with words, a real smooth talker."

Tamaki looked shocked and fearful, "No, Haruhi, I didn't mean-"

"I know what you meant. Just shut up and give me one of those gentle kisses ya weirdo." she said with a bemused looked.

"Of course, anything my angel wants-"

"No more of that angel crap, either. I'm just a regular girl, alright?"

"A beautiful regular girl."

"Good grief." she muttered.

However, the gentle kiss was put on hold by a pair of voices calling over to them, Haruhi jumping away from Tamaki instinctually and the blonde looking at her oddly before he smirks.

"Hey you two, hurry up! It's time to go in!" the twins called from around the corner before disappearing again.

"Come on, we can talk about this more later." Tamaki said quickly as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her alone behind him, Haruhi stumbling and bitching the whole way.

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They all stayed close, Haruhi in the center, Tamaki next to her with the twins on her back right and Kyoya on Tamaki's back left. Mori and Honey brought up the rear, and the whispers and comments came readily.

Though, as far as Haruhi could hear none of them were bad, so much as curious or concerned. It was a young first year student who approached first, asking if they were all okay and if she could do anything for them.

Haruhi mentally thanked the girl for her bravery in showing support because once she did more came forward and then even more. Before long the status quo and been returned to its original standing and girls were flocking while the rest of the boys in the school just watched on. Most of their faces casual or indifferent. A few male students did approach, having shared classes with certain members of the club and wanting to see how they were doing and if they were in trouble.

Everyone played their part well, with the acception of Renge who often chose when she wanted to show up and be a part of the club versus when she wanted to disappear into the background.

Each Host invited every girl they talked with to the luncheon and all accepted and smiled with a happy anticipation.

"Well, that went well!" Honey Senpai said happily, "It did." Mori Senpai confirmed as they turned to leave the group and head to their respective classes.

"Ready, Haruhi?" the twins asked, Kaoru holding out a hand to her and she nodded and took it, the pair sliding into place beside her, three pairs of shoulders touching as they turned to go, Haruhi glancing over her shoulder to Tamaki who winked at her.

"So, what really happened at the meeting?" Kyoya asked and Tamaki continued to stare after Haruhi as he answered.

"No worse than we expected. A short term probation. If the luncheon goes well we should be out from under it in a few weeks."

"I can't say I'm surprised, though, I expected something a little more severe. Given that there were three princesses and the daughter of the American President in attendance… are you sure there was nothing else you two talked about?"

Tamaki glanced at Kyoya, his face lacking it's normal gentle smile as tired eyes peered at him from under his yellow mop of hair.

His father's words echoing in his head, A short term probation will be required to show we take the events that occured seriously. I had higher expectations from you, I recommend you allow Kyoya to debrief the board. Stand beside him and hold your tongue until the end."

"Yes, father."

"Very good. Oh….one other thing….about Kyoya….it has been brought to my intention that his father has shown some interest in a match between Miss. Fujioka and his youngest son. You'd best be on your guard, she is a very intelligent and passionate young girl, she could be an asset in the future and I'd rather her be on our side, Mr. Ootori already has three shining stars within his grasp. Haruhi would be better served under the Suoh family...understand?"

Tamaki's eyes studied Kyoya, the young man pressing those reflective glasses up his nose as he studied his friend.

"No, nothing else. You will give the debriefing. I will speak at the end, the charming prince giving his assurance nothing like that will happen again, their daughters are safe with us."

"Very good." Kyoya said and then he motioned down the adjacent hall, "Shall we be on our way then?"

"Yes." Tamaki says softly as he moves to stand next to Kyoya, the boy still staring back, "Tamaki, are you sure there is nothing else on your mind?"

The young man looks down before he smiles softly and says, "Nothing at all. Let's go."

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When he had glanced her through the trees his heart had nearly stopped, the breath catching in his throat as she descended the stairs.

Like a living breathing moonbeam she was nothing but the picture of pure innocents and beauty. So striking and delicate in her movements that he nearly appeared before her, his fingers twitching in his desire to hold her.

"My sweet Shojo, my little lamb." he had whispered.

It had taken all day and into the night to find the right school, in fact, he had almost passed Ouran all together simply because he did not think that fool Ryoji would have been competent enough to present Haruhi as needed to ensure her admittance.

But, he knew how clever his little Haruhi was, knew she would have taken care of the paperwork and admittance interview on her own.

He had roamed the school grounds for an hour or so, having already visited three other school in the area, looking and listening for a sign of her. It was his luck to hear, in passing, some young girls talking about his lamb. They had been talking about the party and how they were going to request his beautiful Haruhi's company.

While he had not approached, unsure how many people, if any, might know about him or what he looked like, he had listened silently from behind a brick pillar and realized they seemed to be speaking of Haruhi as if she was a young man.

He had not been surprised, for his little lamb had always been rather indifferent on the basis of sex and stereotypical roles. Still, he wondered how far his lamb had taken that indifference.

Now, as he stood before a mirror in his bedroom, the vision of his little girl swimming through his mind's eye like the most delicious of treats, his worry grows.

He had been gone nine years after all, and upon seeing his Shojo in the arms of another, it had made him lose his senses.

You shouldn't have started the fire, Haruhi could have been injured, it was selfish, just because that young spellbinder had been trying to win her over. You aren't a murderer, you aren't wicked, no more stunts like that, even that blonde troublemaker is just a child. They are all just children, no matter how much they play at being adults.

Yes, he would keep his emotions in check, no more allowing his mind to run off with him. Haruhi was all that mattered and that young prince-charming-wanna-be would hold no sway over her once he made his appearance.

He had left Haruhi's memories blocked, but all it would take was five minutes, a few special words and then she would remember everything. She would run to him, embrace him, and then everyone else wouldn't matter.

His hand was starting to come together, having followed her home after the part Nicholas had realized that Haruhai had made many friends during his time away. All boys, healthy, you and strong. They would be an obstacle but not one he couldn't overcome.

He would go to her tonight, visit her in her dreams, help her to unblock her memories so she would remember him. He just had to make sure he wasn't seen and that her father was out.

"All you have to do now, Nicholas, is get her alone."

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"Come on, Haruhi, just tell us what is going on!" Hikaru spat angrily as he pressed her against the door of Music Room 3.

They had bugged her all day, both subtly and bluntly asking her what was going on. For the most part Haruhi had kept her patience, as she realized this was nothing more but practice to improve her ability to handle Tamaki's often excessive mood swings.

However, finding herself being cornered by her friends, her anger flared just a little, eyes glaring at the more dominant and aggressive twin with irritation.

"Hikaru, stop, Haruhi doesn't have to tell us if she doesn't want to. Not unless she is ready, you can't force her to." Kaoru said calmly as he placed a hand on his brothers shoulder.

Hikaru glanced over to look at him before sighing and removing his hand from Haruhi's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm just….worried for you, I don't like not being able to help, to understand what's going on with you."

Haruhi's anger cooled considerably and she sighed, standing up straight as she looked between them, "Look, it's personal. I...I wasn't sure I was going to tell anyone. Even the club. I know you're worried and I appreciate your concern but before I tell you guys anything, I… have some things I want to work out, things I need to remember about...what happened."

"Remember? What, you mean-" Hikaru started.

"You don't remember the thing that's bothering you?" Kaoru finished.

Haruhi adjusted her satchel and said, "It's not that I don't remember, I remember somethings, little things….words...faded memories…but it's mostly just a fog of nothing. I mean, how can I tell you guys something I don't remember? I just want to try to recall what happened to me before I tell you guys. Okay?"

The twins both hesitated, but eventually nodded in unison and Haruhi smiled gently, "Thanks guys."

"How will you get your memories back?" Kaoru asked.

"Yeah, I mean, if your memories are as foggy as you say, it'll be pretty hard to figure it out."

"Well...I think I am going to try a technique called Memory Recollection, it's something Kyoya told me about. See, I already went to the library and got a book about it." and Haruhi pulled a rather old looking book from her bag and handed it to Kaoru, the twins looking at it before handing it back.

"Alright." they said together rather nonplussed, "Well, if you want our help-" Hikaru started.

"Just let us know." Kaoru finished.

"Okay, thanks guys."

They nodded again together and smiled softly.

Haruhi replaced the book in her bag but froze, her hand still grasping the book at eyes grew wide as a soft sound hit her ears.

"What-" she whispered, she turned to the doors of the music room and took the handle, opening the doors and stepping in to see the rest of the club, standing around a stereo that was playing a soft piano melody.

"Haruhi, are you alright?" the twins asked but she simply walked forward, eyes wide and unblinking, feet taking slow even steps before stopping just short of the group.

"Haruhi?" Tamaki asked as he looked at her, "What do you think? The theme for the luncheon is going to be musical greats! Each of us can dress up like a famous classical music figure and-"

But Haruhi tuned him out, faded blurry images playing before her mind's eye. A soft smile, brilliant green eyes, auburn hair and the smell of lilac and sandalwood.

"I...I….what is this?" she asks, her mind pressing forth more images, of hands wrapping around her, holding her close, words being whispered into her ear.

Green is the color of my true love's eyes. Red is the color of my true love's hair. Sweet is the smile of my true love's lips and tender is the feel of my true love's kiss.

"I...wha….no...no, I don't want it...I have to go!" and Haruhi turned and left the room, the door slamming sharp behind her.

"What the hell?" Hikaru asked but Tamaki didn't hesitate, as soon as Haruhi had turned to leave he had moved after, Kyoya had grabbed his shoulder, "I recommend you let her-"

"Get off." Tamaki had snapped, jerking his shoulder out of his friends grasp. The action and sound of the young man's voice was so foreign and cold it even surprised the un-surprisable Kyoya who stared after in shock.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki called as he opened the door, seeing the girl heading down the hall in a hurry.

"Haruhi, wait!" and then the door closed, "Kyo-chan, what's wrong with Haru-chan, what's wrong with Tama-chan?" Honey Senpai asked.

Kyoya sighed as he pressed his glasses up, his face having returned to that impassive mask he wore, his eyes looking at the remaining club members.

"I was honestly hoping not to have to share this information with you, as it is supposed to remain a secret from Haruhi that I know. If I explain, I expect you to keep it between us."

"What about the boss?" the twins asked.

"I will have to inform him at a later time, since Haruhi is not in the room, now is the best time to tell you."

The group turned to look at him and Kyoya stared right back, knowing he had planned to tell the rest of the hosts, just not this soon.

He regretted allowing Tamaki to play that song. His first instinct had been to turn it off as soon as it started but unfortunately Kyoya was inquisitive by nature and he would be lying if he said part of him hadn't wanted to see the effect the song would have on Haruhi. He wanted to see if it would help her recall anything, though considering her reaction, another drop of guilt was added to his cup and he frowned softly.

Had Haruhi remembered, the young woman would have been able to tell the club her private affairs on her own. Sadly, it seemed, while the music had jogged some things loose, her instant reaction of flight showed she was not ready nor able to recall what she needed to process what happened.

It would fall to him then, to tell the club, something he had planned to do at the right time as protecting Haruhi had been Ranka's only wish. The man had asked Kyoya to help him protect his daughter, to use the club, Haruhi's friends, to keep her safe.

Over the last year Kyoya had spent a great deal of time talking to Ranka, giving updates to the man about his daughter and letting the man know how she was fairing in the Host Club and in her classes. While he tended to keep things professional when they spoke, referring to the man as Mr. Fujioka more often than his stage name, he had found himself captivated by the man's stories and often boisterous personality.

Ranka reminded Kyoya of Tamaki, and since Tamaki had been his best friend for awhile now, there was an instant and easy acquaintance formed between Haruhi's father and himself. He wasn't about to let the man down.

So, despite the breach in trust, Kyoya cleared his throat and started to explain.

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Haruhi! Haruhi, wait!" Tamaki called again, his long legs easily catching up with the short girl who had been running like her life depended on it.

He grabbed her by the shoulder, the girl trying to jerk free. In doing so she had tripped, flying forward to land roughly on her stomach.

"HARUHI!" Tamaki instantly knelt down beside her, turning her over gently and taking her by the shoulders, "Are you alright? Why did you run away like that? Are you hurt?"

Haruhi seemed to still, her face fading to a placid yet tired mask, "I...I'm fine, Senpai. I don't know why I-"

"You were shaking, trembling, has something happened? What are you not telling me? Please, don't keep secrets from me, let me help." he urged gently, running a hand along her jaw before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

Haruhi looked up at him, the violet eyes a refreshing change from the emerald green ones that had been haunting her.

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you anything, Senpai."

"What? Why, I don't understand. Please, let me help-"

And those brown eyes stared up at him with such regret, "I can't tell you, because I don't remember."

Tamaki's eyes grew wide, his lips parting as he studied the girl below him. After a few seconds his shock subsided and his eyes grew gentle and he helped her to stand.

"Alright, I don't really understand, but I am here for you, I will always be here for you. Just, don't scare me like that again." he said calmly, his arms wrapping around her in a hug.

"I'm sorry." she said softly, her own arms returning the tender embrace.

The halls were empty, though they soon would be filled with the young ladies, all making way to the Music Room for their after school adventures in love and dating.

"Are you alright to return to the Music Room?" he asked into her hair.

"Sure, I think so, just no more Chopin, alright?"

"Yes, of course. Whatever you want."

"Thanks." and then they seperated and started the long walk back.

"You know, I'm surprised how fast you can run, made it all the way down the stairs and outside, maybe you should have joined the track team." Tamaki teased.

"Uuuh, sports aren't really my thing. Besides, I wouldn't be able to be in the Host Club if I was on the track team." her practical tone and clever eyes finally reflecting the young woman Tamaki knew so well.

"True, but you'd sure give them a run for their money."

"Hardly worth it then, their money holds no interest to me, I prefer to win in the realm of academia."

"You have a bright future, Haruhi. I've no doubt that when the time comes, you will outshine everyone."

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When the pair finally entered back into the music room Haruhi could feel the change in the air, she could tell they had been talking about her and so said with a mild blush as she rubbed at the back of her head, "Sorry guys. I don't really know what came over me."

"It's alright, after all, not everyone favours the classics." Kyoya said softly, his knowing eyes sending a shiver down her back which Haruhi quickly dismissed.

"No, it's not that. I think the theme for the upcoming luncheon Tamaki Senpai picked is a great idea." she said with an honest smile.

"Yeah? So why did you freak out so hard?" Hikaru asked as he stared at with her hard eyes.

"I, uh, don't really know actually. I guess I'm just not a big fan of Chopin." and she laughed nervously before feeling Tamaki's hand gently touch her lower back, "Alright everyone, the shows over, we have an afternoon full of entertaining lovely young ladies ahead of us, so let's get the room ready and put on our best faces."

Haruhi looked up at him and smiled, "Sounds good!"

The remaining hours of the afternoon were filled with nothing but the usual, though Haruhi felt a tension between the hosts she had never felt before. It was suddenly like every one of them was waiting for something to happen.

Everyone, that is, but Tamaki, who went about romancing the ladies with his usual zest and vigor. She found comfort in the fact that at least he seemed to be acting like himself.

But Haruhi noticed every time the door opened all her friends would look and stare, as if they were waiting for something to happen.

She supposed it was a good thing, considering Dr. Sato was out of prison, if he came wondering in they would surely realize he didn't belong, even if they didn't know what he looked like or his relation to her they would know a grown adult man didn't belong here-

I don't belong here either, not really, I am a girl after all. It doesn't matter to me, but honestly, I would never have gotten involved if I dressed normal. But even that is different then if Sato walked in here.

Green is the color of my true love's eyes, red is the color of my true love's hair-

What was that? It sounded like a poem but it felt more like some strange spell. When I get home I need to read that book, see if I can remember what happened.

"Haruhi? Are you alright?" comes the soft question of the girl in front of her, a 2nd year student named Mitzu. Her friend Aiko, another 2nd year, was also glancing at her with concern and Haruhi smiled, "Yeah. Thanks. I just have a lot on my mind, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

"Is it anything we can help with?" Mitzu asked softly, hope shining in her eyes at the prospect of being able to do something for her favorite host.

"No, not really. But I appreciate the offer."

The girl looked down sadly, having failed to make herself useful but Haruhi gave a light laugh, "Actually, there is something you can do for me."

The girl looked up hopefully, "Yes? Anything, Haruhi!"

"You can keep smiling, you have a pretty smile, and tell me about your day. How were your classes?"

The girl nearly fainted from affection while her friend Aiko squealed happily.

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"Whelp, that's it! All guests gone-" Kaoru said.

"And the room cleaned up!" came Hikaru from next to his brother.

"Can we go home now?" they asked at the same time.

"Of course, why don't you two take Haruhi with you and drop her off at home, much safer than the bus." Kyoya said.

Haruhi had looked up from the treat tray she had been wiping down, "That's okay, I don't mind taking the bus."

"You? Take the bus? I'll hear nothing of the sort. I'll give you a ride, afterall, those delicate little feet should be taken care of, not sent out to walk around the city unescorted." Tamaki said lavishly before bowing to her and giving a wink.

Haruhi, often one to tell him to knock it off gave a quizzical look as she crossed her arms, "I've been taking the bus home from school for the past year, why offer now?"

Tamaki's jaw dropped as he nearly fell over, "I'm so sorry, Haruhi, I didn't know! If I had I would have offered as soon as I found out, it's Kyoya's fault, and the twins-" said twins sticking out their tongues at him and pressing their noses up with their thumbs.

"They never told me!" he near sobbed as he dropped to his knees and grabbed at her pant leg before bowing his head.

"Relax, I was just giving you a hard time, Senpai. I wouldn't mind a ride, if it's not out of your way." Haruhi said.

Tamaki jumped up so fast Haruhi nearly toppled, "For you my darling, nothing is out of the way! Come, let us go!" and the blonde took her hand and was about to guide her out when he was stopped by Kyoya, "Actually, Tamaki, I need to speak with you in private. That's why I asked the twins to escort her home."

Tamaki's face fell as something akin to suspicion crept into his shoulders as he asked, "What do you want to talk about, Kyoya?" his voice was soft and delicate but those violet eyes told of a small storm that was brewing beneath the surface.

"It's a private matter, but rather important, I recommend you allow the twins to take Haruhi home." Kyoya said, his own voice giving the barest hint of warning and even though she had no clue what was going on, Haruhi could see some form of power struggle about to take place so she did what she always did in such a situation and compromised.

"I don't mind Senpai, besides, you can always just pick me up tomorrow if you want to ride in a car with me." it was a practical solution and Tamaki smiled softly at her and instantly relented.

"Alright. I will be there at seven."

"Sounds good. I'll see you then." and to the shock of everyone in the room, Haruhi stood on her tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. It wasn't overly intimate, in fact, to most it would seem completely platonic, but Tamaki blushed nonetheless as he watched Haruhi leave.

The twins throwing their arms over her shoulders and glaring at him with venom as they left.

Honey and Mori followed the twins and Haruhi out, shutting the doors behind them.

Tamaki touched the spot where Haruhi had placed the kiss, still staring at the shut door for a moment before he turned to look at his friend.

"Okay, Kyoya, what was it you wanted to discuss with me? I know it's not about the debriefing this morning, that went fine, so what is it?" still his voice was light and casual, the young man pressing his hands into his pockets and leaning back as he stared at his friend.

"It's about Haruhi, actually. That's why I suggested the twins take her home. This conversation is better held in private, without Haruhi's knowledge. I must also ask, before I tell you, that you keep this discussion between you and I."

Tamaki gave a gentle glare as his cheeks burned red, a jealous anger boiling in his belly as he expected he knew exactly what this conversation was about.

"I assume you don't want the rest of the club to know either then?" Tamaki mused.

"Not at all, I already informed them, when you went running off after Haruhi this afternoon, actually."

Tamaki's anger flared, a rare thing to be sure, as his often explosive anger that was exposed during school or Host Club hours was more a frustrated anger that revolved around his fellow hosts stealing Haruhi's attentions. It was petty, but Tamaki knew that when it came to affection, he was a sucker, it was his pressure point, his weakness.

This though, this raw rage that was starting to grow in his chest was foreign to him. Perhaps it was because Kyoya was his best friend, and the young man had the nerve to speak so calmly to him. Kyoya knew how Tamaki felt about Haruhi, even if it had taken the young halfa nearly a year to sort it out, Kyoya had known from day one.

How he could stand there so calmly prior to this conversation, Tamaki didn't know, but it brought forth an anger he had never known. Considering how emotional Tamaki was by nature, he had even surprised himself at the level of restraint he had shown thus far. But the blonde boy knew, as soon as Kyoya admitted to his intentions he was no longer going to be able to contain it.

"Why did you tell them? This should have been kept between us. We could have dealt with the problem in private, protected Haruhi from the truth."

A single slender brow popped up and Kyoya asked slowly, "So….you know then? About Haruhi?"

"Yes. My father told me when he spoke to me this morning, before the debriefing."

"So that's why you were so stoic. I should have known." Kyoya mused and a small smile came across his lips and Tamaki's fists clenched.

"Well, that makes this a great deal easier. I was worried there would be a problem, I know how much you care for her and would have hated to see you lose your composure over something so easily dealt with."

The rage gave a dangerous shift to his stomach and Tamaki's cheeks burned all the more red, "Easily dealt with? Really? I would have thought this would make things more complicated." His voice was still light as a feather, violet eyes an easy glance, still his heart was near pounding through his ribs.

"Not at all. In fact, I think between the two of us we should be able to handle this with minor difficulty. Especially since I was already contacted by Ranka and given his blessing to act on the matter."

Tamaki snapped, his body lurching forward dangerously fast as a hand came up and swiftly swiped Kyoya's binder from his hands. He grabbed the man by his suit jacket and shoved him up against a pillar before yelling in French, "I don't care if you received the blessing of the Japanese Prime Minister, you keep away from Haruhi, she is mine, I love her and you can't have her! So tell your father that you respectfully decline his wishes, or I will make you, understand!?"

Kyoya's glasses sat askew on his face, his eyes nearly wide as his lips parted, "Tamaki, I'm not quiet as fluent in my French as you, but from what I just heard….it sounds to me, like you just said my father has instructed me to pursue Haruhi Fujioka...and if that is the case….then yes...I will respectfully decline….but...that is not the issue I wanted to talk to you about."

"I- what? It's not?" and Tamaki instantly released him and backed away, staring in a regretful panic at his friend, "No. Though, it seems you and I have much to talk about beyond what I had originally intended."

"Eh-I….I'm so sorry, Kyoya, please, forgive me, I would never have….acted so rashly if I thought for one second…"

"Don't worry Tamaki, I understand." and Kyoya was already putting himself back together, straightening his glasses, adjusting his coat to sit properly and reaching for his binder which had exploded pages across the floor.

"Please! Mon Amie, please, I was the irrational and assuming fool, allow me!" and Tamaki was on his knees, quickly picking up the pages, keeping his eyes averted so as not to invade his friends privacy.

"Tamaki, stop, it's alright-" and the young man's hand came to Tamaki's head, the blonde falling still as his trembling hands held the loose pages, shoulders sagging in shame.

Tamaki's voice trembled as he spoke, "She makes me crazy. I can't h-help myself. I've never felt like this about anyone, I don't know….why it makes me so...foolish. I have just insulted you, as both a gentleman and my best friend. Please, forgive me. Any thought of someone trying to take her away from me, it drives me insane, makes me act...irrational."

"Folie a deux." Kyoya said in flawless French.

"Madness has two?" Tamaki translated in confusion.

"Mmm, perhaps you should give me more lessons, I meant to say madness shared by two, I dare say Haruhi feels rather crazy anytime she is in your company as well. She cares about you the same, best not worry, she is an exceptional girl afterall, with the acception of her complete lack of awareness in regards to romance, of course."

Tamaki couldn't stop the small laugh that came from his throat, "Yes, she is. It's rather endearing." and the blonde boy looked up at Kyoya, the man's hand still resting on his head as he gave a soft smile in return, "Why don't you and I go to dinner, I can explain the situation that has arose, and you can tell me exactly why your father told you about my own father's wishes for me to pursue Haruhi."

Tamaki's smile lit up his face, "KYOYAAAA!" and Tamaki hugged him fiercely, the bespeckled youth grunting at the tight embrace before he mused in annoyance, "I do recommend, in the future, you try to keep that particular emotion in check. Surprisingly enough, you are more intimidating then I would have expected when you are mad, especially since you tend to yell in French."

Tamaki gave a soft chuckle before he release his friend and blushed, "An old habit, I was raised in France after all, and my mother could be rather formidable to anyone who was unkind to me, even with her bad health."

"I have no doubt." Kyoya said as he pressed his glasses up his nose and then picked up his binder from the floor, Tamaki handing him the remaining pages.

"Dinner then?"

"Yes. Your choice, my treat." Kyoya said as he held up a gold credit card and Tamaki nearly begged, "Faaaaancy Tuuuuuna?"

"No."

"B-But Kyoyaaaaaa, you said my choice, I wanted to get some for Haruhi, for her lunch tomorrow, I have to take care of my little girl-"

"No." and the boy was walking away as Tamaki chased after whining.

"But Kyooooooyaaaaa-"

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Haruhi looked at herself in the mirror, her brown eyes staring back as Chopin played gently in the background of her mind. She had spent the last two hours pouring over the book she had gotten from the library.

There had been some very interesting things inside, sounding more like philosophy than actual mental technics, she had sighed in frustration. Other chapters did give her plenty of information about the subject matter, but none actually explained how to do it. She would have to go back tomorrow and really dig through the stacks, make sure she found something a little more learned and less hypothetical.

She was preparing for bed now, her mind and body exhausted. It was unlike Haruhi to be over emotional, to not have a tight rein on her emotions.

Not to say she didn't feel them or have emotions, she did, Haruhi had cried more than her fair share of tears, laughed, loved and stressed just as much as the next person. She could just hide it better than most. That was the best part of being practical and mature, she got to experience all of the emotions of humanity with the added bonus of being able to control them and only show as much or as little as she wanted.

It came in handy more times than not and allowed her a level of focus and aptitude most others lacked. She liked herself, and that was all that mattered.

Still, as she brushed her teeth, showered and changed into her nightgown (one of the few feminine articles she actually liked) Haruhi had a feeling of dread in her stomach.

Between worrying about Dr. Sato, trying to negotiate the waters of romance with Tamaki, helping to take care of the house and her homework and make sure her dad was taking care of himself, she felt more on edge and exhausted than was normal.

Probably because you don't normally worry this much. In fact, you hardly ever worry at all, but between Sato and Tamaki, missing memories and not knowing what the man is doing, all you can do is think and worry.

In fact, Haruhi found herself going around the house after she was dressed and ready for bed. Checking to make sure the door was locked several times before she started to clean and straighten the already spotless house.

She even put the shoes in order by color and did the same with both her and her father's closet. She wiped down the counters four times and then straighten and organized the fridge.

Stop, you're just worried…...no….I'm scared…..but I need to control this fear….not let it get the better of me. The apartment is locked up tight, dad will be home after one, just go to sleep and stop-

Haruhi swept the floors, wiped down all the shelves in the cabinets and then cleaned the sink.

"Stop!" She suddenly yelled when her hand reached for the broom again, "This is nothing but a form of control, controlling your environment, trying to fight your fears with busy work, it's not helping and you are acting like a child!"

Haruhi stood in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around herself before she sighed and felt her body relax, "Alright, now, go to bed Haruhi." she said to herself, her feet finally moving in the direction of her room.

She slide open her door and stepped inside, the darkness seeping in around her as she closed the door and she relaxed even more.

"Good. Now, just go to bed, stop thinking and go to bed. Don't worry, dad will be home soon."

She laid down on her mat and within minutes had drifted off.

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She had the faintest memories upon waking of hearing noises in the front room, of realizing her father was home and the last drops of anxiety had faded away.

However, she also remembered upon waking that her dreams had been so very strange. And despite the fact she had slept through the night, she felt more exhausted than the night before. She gazed at her face in the mirror and noticed the beginnings of dark circles under her eyes, her face a little pale and she wondered if she was getting sick.

The dreams were rather foggy, but she did remember those green eyes had been there, auburn hair hanging around them in soft strands as a voice whispered to her.

Haruhi tried to recall what the voice had said, but she could only remember the beginning.

Remember me slowly, a piece at a time, the puzzle comes together after your climb.

She knows there was more, even recalls seeing a pendulum moving somewhere off in the shadows, but she can't think of the rest of the words, can't focus enough to recall-

"Haruhi!" and the girl looked up from her shoes to see Tamaki walking up quickly, his violet eyes peering around somewhat anxiously before landing on her and a soft smile appeared.

"Senpai, I'm so glad you're here." she sighs, walking forward and instantly wrapping her arms around him. The young man was surprised for a moment before he returned the embrace and then looks down, "Are you alright mon tresor?"

Haruhi pulls away and blushes, looking down, "Uh, yeah, sorry, just….I didn't sleep very well last night I guess. Just glad I don't have to take the bus!" she offers nervously and Tamaki smiles knowingly, more than willing to play this coy game of hers as long as she wishes.

He finds it all so very cute and couldn't ever find himself growing bored with her self-imposed romantic ignorance.

Practical and intelligent, yet, even with all her bravery and strong willed personality, still so shy. Such a beautiful girl, inside and out. The perfect heroine, my perfect princess.

"Let's not waste time then, you can sleep in the car if you like." Tamaki offers gently and Haruhi smiles softly, "Don't worry. I'm fine."

She sleeps all the way from her house to the school, her head resting on Tamaki's chest, his arm around her shoulder as he looks out the window, his face serene though there is a distant and worried look in them.

When they arrive Tamaki wakes her gently, "Haruhi, we're here."

"W-What? Oh, okay, I- sorry….I guess I was more tired than I thought."

"It's alright. I enjoyed it."

"Really?" she asks in surprise.

"More than you know." he assures.

"You're so weird." she teases, though her smile fades when she sees Tamaki glance at her from under his blonde locks, "Senpai, is everything alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, fine….it's just…."

"Just what?"

"Haruhi, from now on I don't want you going to school or home from school alone. Alright?"

She stares at him blankly, her eyes wide and her lips pursed in shock, "What? Why?"

"Just-" and he stops before he looks away, his face still hidden under those bangs, a hand coming up to cup his mouth before he turns back to her and says, "Just promise me. You will let one of the Host Club members escort you to and from school, unless your father is available. Please, will you do this for me? I'd feel much better if I knew you weren't….alone."

"Well, sure Senpai, if it means that much to you-"

"It does. It would make me feel a lot better knowing someone is with you."

"Okay then." she says softly and Tamaki brings a hand to her jaw and gently leans in, placing a chaste kiss to her lips, "Thank you, Haruhi."

"Tamaki-" she suddenly breaths, the swell of emotions in her chest suddenly strong enough to slip past her tight reins of control. She presses towards him, her lips embracing his swiftly and his other hand comes up, pressing hair back and he opens his mouth to her.

When his tongue grazes her own she gives a rather high-pitched squeak before breaking the kiss and looking down with a blush.

Tamaki uses a finger to raise her chin, "Sorry mon cher, I couldn't help myself. Your mouth is exquisite and I can't always stop myself when around you." the soft chuckle he gives puts her at ease before she smirks, "You're so weird." but the endearing tone is not lost on Tamaki and he suddenly asks, "Want to grab dinner after school?" the excitement in his voice rather telling.

"Oh. Well, uhm, sure I guess, but I need to make a stop at the library before I go anywhere."

"Sure. Whatever you want. It's a date then." She stares at him a moment and then smiles, "Yeah. A date."

His eyes jerk open wide before he wraps his arms around her, "OH HARUHI! YOU'RE JUST SO PRECIOUS! I'M GOING TO BE THE LUCKIEST MAN AT THE RESTAURANT! ALL THE OTHER BOYS WILL BE SO JEALOUS OF ME, TO HAVE SUCH A RAVISHING GIRL ON MY ARM!"

"T-TAMAKI…..CAN'T…..BREATH!"

"Oh, sorry!" the silence stretches a moment as he releases her and then Tamaki laughs, "You didn't hit me or yell at me to get off."

"Yeah, I guess I didn't." and then she blushes profusely and Tamaki nearly seizes in an attempt to control himself from grabbing her up and sliding her onto his lap.

No time, we need to get to class….maybe tonight...we could go back to her place….I could hold her for hours…..would she let me? Would she feel safe to let me? I am a perfect gentleman, she knows that, it's the cornerstone of the host club, but….alone with me….sitting on my lap, her head on my chest and my hands on her-

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the limo door opening and he choked as Haruhi got out. He went out after her and cleared his throat, "So, after school then, the Host Club won't be hosting today as we need to prepare for the luncheon tomorrow. Once that's done, we can go out." he offers softly.

"Sounds good." Haruhi says with a nod before she waves goodbye and walks towards the buildings on the southside of campus.

Tamaki watches her go, his eyes studying her softly, his hands in his pocket fist and unfist before he sighs and turns to go the other way.

Sato manipulated her, was trying to brainwash her into being whatever he wanted her to be. He was a child predator, though it was never confirmed any sexual activity took place, Ranka was concerned for Haruhi's safety. Sato was just released from jail, so, after the Chopin incident I told the Host club everything in hopes of better protecting her until I could be sure the threat had passed.

Any sign of him?

Not yet, but it's still early. If he is going to make a move it probably won't be for awhile. Not even a man like him is that foolish. It's too soon after his release, if Haruhi went missing he would be the prime suspect. He is an educated man and doctor, would know the order of operations to a situation like this. Might even suppose there is an Order of Protection in place. Though, I don't know how serious he would take it.

You've done right. I'm proud of you, Kyoya, thank you, for protecting her, for keeping the situation under control. I only wish my sweet Haruhi would have entrusted me with the truth. It feels wrong to keep my knowledge of the situation from her, but she's left us all no choice. It is the only way to protect her since she doesn't feel she can confide in us…..I thought she was making more progress….finally learning how to rely on others….I guess I was wrong.

Not necessarily. The twins informed me that when they questioned Haruhi about why she was acting so strangely she admitted to not being afraid to tell them. But, that she first wanted to try to remember everything, for some reason remembering the actual events is important to her.

She said the same to me, well, more or less when I chased after her. Is there anyway we could help her, help her without Haruhi knowing what we are trying to do?

Unfortunately I doubt it. You saw what happened when she heard Nocturne. She panicked, it was a very uncharacteristic reaction. Haruhi is nothing if not level headed and more than prepared to take any situation head on if need be. If her instance reaction in that situation was to flee, I think trying to help her remember might only do more harm than good. Sadly, I think this is one thing she will have to do on her own.

Funny.

What is?

She is always on her own, always alone. Taking care of herself, her father. The one time it would benefit her to open up and let others help her, the one time she truly needs it, is the one time we can't.

It is unfortunate. But knowing how clever Haruhi is, I am sure our girl can figure out a way to remember and do so in a manner that meets her needs. When she does, no doubt she will come to us and share. Until then, all we can do is wait, keep her safe and our eyes vigilant.

I suppose so.

The rest of the night had flown by, the boys discussing the situation that was suddenly brewing between their fathers, the problems they would face if Mr. Ootori would not listen to his sons wishes on the matter.

The Ootori group was known for getting what they wanted, for finding ways to acquire the things they found would benefit them the most. If Mr. Ootori saw a benefit to Kyoya marrying Haruhi, whatever reason that could possibly be, (and Tamaki could think of only two) then the man would try everything he could to get his son to comply.

The only hope they had was that Kyoya's little stunt last year had opened his father's eyes to his son's abilities. Buying the Ootori Group out from the Tonnerre's only to give it back to him, wash his hands of it.

It had been a swift blow while also showing how capable he really was, a match with Haruhi, especially with her intelligence and future in the legal circuit could be a large benefit. However, Tamaki thinks there might be another reason the man was so interested in such a match.

Haruhi had stood up for Kyoya, showed signs of extreme loyalty and support, something rare in the Ootori family as their style of business was often cut throat and did not allow for close connections with other people save family, and even those could be strained.

Perhaps, finally, the man was thinking about what might be best for his son, what might make him happy. A girl like Haruhi, practical and intelligent, caring and loyal, would make him a very good wife.

Still, so many variables came into play with such a match and Tamaki did not think the man would stress the matter once he heard what Kyoya had to say.

The blonde boy smiled softly, a delicate smirk as he spied his friend through the crowd of students. The bespeckled youth staring down at the open screen of his cell phone, eyes focused but gentle as he pondered, no doubt, something Tamaki had mentioned to him last night.

Well, thank you for dinner. And for not royally kicking my butt for being such an idiot.

Not at all, your brand of idiocy is something I find endearing…. Oh…

What is it, not Haruhi is it?

No, it seems I missed a call from Ranka. I best call him back, would you hold on a moment.

Yeah, of course.

This shouldn't take long.

While Kyoya made the call Tamaki waited patiently outside his limo, watching the city life pass by before he caught a few words that struck him as funny.

Yes, my lovely Ranka, I have kept a weathered on her. No signs on our end that anything is out of the ordinary. I assume, as you seem in pleasant spirits, he has not contacted you either?

Good. It would be a shame to hear any lament in your voice. I do so enjoy how cheerful you are.

It had struck Tamaki as odd that Kyoya would not only speak to Haruhi's father so informally, but that he would speak to him as if he was playing the part of a host. A soft warm affection, flattery, maybe even a bit of playfulness…..very odd for someone like Kyoya to act that way outside of the Host Club, until an idea came to Tamaki, one that made him smile gently.

Everything alright?

Yes, Ranka was just checking in. She wanted to make sure Haruhi had a good day at school and that there hadn't been any issues.

Well, seems you have been talking to Haruhi's father a lot. Tamaki had slid into the limo behind Kyoya, the limo taking off into traffic and heading towards the Ootori family home.

Yes. As you know, I have been giving the man updates over the past year in hopes of building a bond between Ranka and the club. It is good for him to trust us with Haruhi's well-fair, especially since you find Haruhi has such an affect on your mental state.

That's and interesting idea, in its own way. Tamaki had said softly, the quote of Kyoya's often used phrase causing the dark haired youth to look at him with mild surprise.

What is?

Oh, I don't know. The fact that you have held a mutual relationship with Haruhi's father, even though there is no longer a need. The fact that you refer to him as your lovely Ranka, and I do seem to remember the first time you actually met him, what was it you said….You are a beautiful person, Ranka…..even touched his hands, smiled…..not very subtle for someone like you.

I don't know what you are implying, but-

Not implying anything, just noticed is all.

Noticed what? The young man had snapped, one of the very rare moments that Kyoya let his calm and cool exterior crack that little bit.

Well, Haruhi is officially in the Host Club, her debt was paid off by Eclair, so, it makes me wonder...what's really in it for you? Sure, you say it's for the benefit of the club, keep her father close so he wouldn't ever feel the need to remove his daughter from our care. So we don't lose Haruhi's friendship. But honestly, Ranka could never make Haruhi do anything she didn't want to do and as she elected to remain in the Host Club on her own, well, there really is no benefit for you to keep talking to him. Just find it curious.

There had only been a handful of times that Kyoya's cool demeanor had shattered, all of them had been in front of Tamaki, in private, where only his closest friend...or sister... would see. Even last night, as they sat in silence for the rest of the ride, Tamaki could tell Kyoya was fuming, his crossed arms and less than perfect posture as he gazed out the window so very telling.

The young man wanted to put Tamaki in line, wanted to tell him he was wrong and that it wasn't what he thought. But…..he hadn't.

The ride had not bothered Tamaki, and he waited until his friend was about to get out of the car.

"Hey Kyoya, look, I wasn't trying to embarrass you. I don't care, and we can keep it between us. I won't say anything, but, you should know… if you have feelings for him, you should let him know...after all, you'll be eighteen soon….you never know what could happen.

You're wrong.

This surprised Tamaki, after all, he had been so sure he was picking up on his friends feelings-

I'm not embarrassed. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Ranka is a lovely woman and a very loving father and sweet man. I would have no feelings of shame for finding him attractive.

Then what is it?

I'm mad….because you noticed….and I didn't….not until you said something, I'm just as big an idiot as you.

And then Kyoya had left without another word, and while Tamaki had not been offended by his friends harsh words, he found he spent the rest of the night with his thoughts divided. Half his mind worrying and fretting over his lovely Haruhi, and the other half contemplating what his friend would do now that he was suddenly aware of his feelings towards another man.

Seeing Kyoya in the hall today, staring at the screen of his phone with such a thoughtful if not slightly annoyed face reassured Tamaki that the young man was working on his problem, and quickly, as he often did.

It would only take a day, that's how Kyoya was. No slouch in holding up to the Ootori name, if he decided he wanted to pursue Ranka he would, if he wanted to let it go….he would. No lamenting or drama, the man was predictable in some ways, and he would follow the Ootori Family traditions no matter if he was the first born or the third.

If Kyoya wanted Ranka, he would have him.

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Haruhi's day was nothing but a blur, the twins seemingly no longer leaving her side for anything. Including bringing their fancy lunches up from the lunchroom to eat with her in her classroom. They had been uncharacteristically quiet, keeping the gags and jokes to a minimum and it unnerved her a little.

It was strange to see the twins acting so….so….mature. They struck up normal conversations, eluded to nothing in regards to mischievous behavior or tricks. By the time the school day had ended Haruhi, still in a daze from fatigue and worry, had enough and as they walked to the music room she asked them

"Alright you two, spill. What's going on?" she asked as she looked between them.

"What do you mean?" they asked in unison and Haruhi closed her eyes in annoyance, "You know what I mean. You, both of you, have been so well behaved, all day long. It's not like you, is this part of some crazy new prank? Are you just trying to make me worry in hopes of winning my sympathy?"

The twins glance at each other before they burst into laughter, "Yeah right!" Kaoru said.

"Like we'd be dumb enough to think we could win your sympathy with a plan so simple." Hikaru mused.

"Then what's going on, is everything okay?" she asks, suddenly genuinely concerned.

"Stop worrying, Haruhi." Kaoru said with a smirk.

"Yeah, besides, you didn't tell us what was bugging you yesterday, why should be return the favor?"

She sighed and hung her head, "I told you guys why I don't want to talk about it. Not until I can remember what actually happened. Otherwise it's just hearsay."

"Oh, look at the little lawyer girl." Hikaru teased and Haruhi stated a moment before she saw the wealth of humour in their eyes and she suddenly felt better.

"Yeah. Well, don't come crying to me when you guys end up in jail and need an attorney." she smirked evilly.

The twins look at her with the sudden realization that they could have a very useful friend in the future, not that they planned to do anything illegal, or get caught while doing it, if they were. Smiles carved across their lips before they pressed against her, one behind and one in front, their mouths coming to each ear.

"Well look at that Hikaru, we have a boon."

"Yeah. Isn't it nice to know if we ever get in trouble we have friends in high places?"

"Knock it off you two, come on, we are going to be late." Haruhi said with a less than approving tone.

"You started it." they chimed together and Haruhi shook her head, "Right. Well, let's go-"

"Haruhi-" and the girl's head jerked up and looked around, the entry hall empty of anyone, yet she swore she heard-

"Did you guys hear that?"

"Hear what?" they asked.

"I thought I heard….never mind, I must be tired. Can you guys just give me a moment, I'm going to go to the bathroom, splash some water on my face." and she moved away from them, turning a corner and heading for the nearest girls room.

"Come on, if we lose sight of her, the boss will kill us." Kaoru said as he and his brother walked quickly after there friend, though when they turned the corner after her they realized she wasn't in sight.

"The hell?"

"Where the hell did she go!"

"COME ON! WE GOTTA FIND HER!" Kaoru ordered and they took off quickly.

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He stands before his sweet little lamb, the girl in a trance, her eyes staring off at nothing as he raised a hand to her face and gently caressed a cheek with his knuckles.

They were in an auxiliary bathroom, not one used by the students but more the janitors and other non-teaching staff.

Those pesky twins would have a harder time finding them in here, still, he needed to work quickly. He knelt down before her and allowed his face to come into view.

"My sweet Haruhi, my little Shojo, I've missed you. I came to you last night, do you remember?"

"No." she says softly in a voice befit of daydreams and lack of focus.

"It's alright. That's understandable, you were asleep after all. I couldn't expect you to remember me through such a foggy state. You are lovely when you sleep, but pleasantries are not why I came little one. I want to know, what is the color of your true love's eyes?"

He watched the question sink in, though her eyes remain unfocused and far away, "My….true love's eyes?"

"Yes, what is the color of your true love's eye."

"They are….th-they are…."

"Yes, tell me Shojo, what is the color-"

"Gre….violet….."

Nicholas's heart sinks as he looks down and closes his eyes, teeth gritting.

I was gone too long. The original programming is still there but it is being overwritten by new experiences….if only I had gotten here sooner. My poor Haruhi, so confused and unwittingly manipulated by that blonde haired spellbinder. I can fix this, but it's going to take time, and I doubt I have it….I will just have to take her...I wanted her to come to me willingly but...I can't take the chance that all my original programming will hold out….nine years...dammit, I should have come sooner.

"I'm sorry my dear, I should have...should have come sooner." he went to lean in and place a tender kiss on her brow but heard a ruckus in the hall and instantly stood, glancing at Haruhi regretfully before he turned and left through the window in the upper part of the wall, snapping his fingers as he slid from sight.

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Haruhi looked around, "What?" she asked sleepily, being greeted by the pale green tiles of a service bathroom.

"How...how did I get here?" she asked no one before her eyes spied the door and heard yelling.

"HARUHI! HARUHI!"

"COME OUT NOW! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!"

Slowly she walked to the door, pulling it open and poking her head out into the hall as she saw the twins running from classroom to classroom in a frenzy.

"Kaoru? Hikaru? What's going on?"

The twins looked over at her and then came running, "HARUHI!" They cheered in relief before they both tackled her and wrapped arms around her.

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Kyoya looked at the clock on the wall before his eyes fell to Tamaki, the man pacing back and forth anxiously as Mori and Honey watched on.

"Where are they!" Tamaki barked.

"Relax, they still have five minutes before-"

"I'm going to go look for them." Tamaki interrupted before he turned and headed for the door.

However, he was stopped by the sound of yelling and then the door burst open, the young man jerking back and out of the way just in time before the twins walked in after a rather pissed looking Haruhi.

"And anyway, what's it any business of yours when or where I go to the bathroom!" she yelled.

"You disappeared! We couldn't find you!" Hikaru yelled back, a rather sad looking Kaoru shutting the door behind them before he scratched nervously at the back of his head.

"Yeah! I don't want you following me in there!"

"What happened?" Tamaki asked quickly, the rest of the group moving closer and Haruhi turned to him and said angrily, "They tried to follow me into the bathroom!"

"It's not like that, we couldn't find you! You just wandered off!"

"Since when does that matter! I'm an adult so I think I can go to the bathroom by myself!"

"Haruhi, surely you don't think the twins were trying to invade your privacy." Tamaki cooed gently.

"Don't ask me, ask them! They are the ones throwing a fit about me going to the bathroom!" she said pointing angrily.

"But, Haruhi, ou were gone... for twenty minutes." Hikaru said, finally seeming to have calmed down.

"What? No I wasn't-" and her eyes look to Kaoru who simply nods.

"Wha- no, that's impossible...I turned the corner and….and.."

"Haruhi, do you even remember going into the bathroom?" Kaoru asked calmly.

"I...no." she says suddenly, "What the hell, what the hell is going on." and she takes a few steps back, bumping into Mori's front. She had been trying to get space, to remember what happened after she had turned the corner but now she felt surrounded, the eyes of the Host Club looking down at her with concern and suspicion.

That's when it came back to her.

Haruhi-

"That voice...I heard his voice….he was calling to me." she says softly to herself, looking down at her shaking hands before clenching them and dropping them to her sides.

"Who? Who was calling you, Haruhi?" Hikaru asked as he grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Don't touch me. Nobody touch me! I don't want….just….get away!" Haruhi suddenly panicked and she moved towards the door.

"Haruhi!" came the sharp call of Tamaki and all eyes fell to him, "Come here, now, please." Tamaki coaxed gently. She looked into his violet eyes and suddenly felt calmer, her anger abating. Slowly she moved to him, her trembling hand coming to rest in his, "We can't make you do anything you don't want to do. We'd never want to make you anyway, but...won't you give us your confidence? We are your friends mon tresor. We only want to help, to take care of you. Please, rely on someone else for a change, you don't have to rely on yourself anymore. Let us share the burden."

Her eyes scanned the group, Honey smiling brightly while Mori gave a gentle smirk, the twins holding up two thumbs and Kyoya pressing his glasses up before smiling as well.

"I promised you once, that you would never be alone again." she looked to Tamaki and she pulled her into a hug, "But we can't help you if you won't let us. Trust someone other than yourself, Haruhi, trust us."

Haruhi had sworn nearly five years ago that she would never cry again, she wouldn't allow herself to be vulnerable. She knew she could stand alone, stand strong in the face of adversary, she didn't need anyone but her father. Her future was bright, if she could just keep her head down and make it through high school.

But, in this moment, the fear so strong in her, Haruhi started to cry. The first time she had ever openly done so before any of her friends or at all in the last five years. Hands fisting Tamaki's coat as she sobbed and her legs gave out.

Tamaki was quick to scoop her up before moving to one of the many couches, the rest of the group following. When he set her down Haruhi seemed to have settled a little and she took a handkerchief from Mori, cleaning her face before taking a deep breath and then staring at the table.

"Now, young lady, tell us everything you do remember, and we will do our very best to help you. I...we promise." Tamaki said as he placed a gentle hand on her back and pressed the hair out of her face.

She looked up at them, the most unlikely group of friends staring back, all appearing open and more than willing to listen.

They are your friends, friends don't judge….I don't really care- accept….

And Haruhi felt dread fill her stomach.

Accept…. I do care….for the first time in my entire life….I care what someone thinks of me….what they think of me...I never realized how terrifying it could be to care… to care about someone else's opinion….no wonder people lie about themselves.

"We won't judge you Haru-chan, you are our friend! Please, just let us in." Honey said cheerfully before extending his bunny, "Would you like to hold Usa-chan?"

Haruhi sniffed once before she rubbed at an eye with the heel of her hand and gave a small laugh before taking a breath, "No thank you, Honey Senpai, but I appreciate it."

Another deep breath came and went before she said softly, "Here it goes."

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There may be a problem, can I come to you tonight, after hours? K.O.

Is everything alright? Is Haruhi alright? R.F.

She is fine, but until you are off work she will be remaining with the Host Club. Namely Tamaki and the twins. I sent Honey and Mori on an errand. It might take them a while to return. K.O.

So...just you and I then? R.F.

Yes. Unless of course, you wish to bring Haruhi in on our little agreement. K.O.

No, that's fine... just us. We close at one, is that too late for you? R.F.

Never too late to see you, my lovely Ranka. I shall be there at one. K.O.

You're such a charming boy, Kyoya. A lady must remain ever vigilant around young men like you, least you steal their heart. See you then. R.F.

He re-reads the conversation again, studying the word play, the innuendo, the quick response time to his offer of bringing Haruhi with him to the meeting. He had chosen his words carefully, laying a gentle subtext that most might not notice. However, it seemed Ranka was just as clever as he thought and the man had stepped up to his word play without hesitation.

Normally, that would be all the sign he needed to make a move, but given Ranka was a performer he couldn't take this conversation at face value. If he was less of a man, if he was more insecure, he would ask Tamaki's opinion, knowing that if nothing else, Tamaki truly was an expert on such things.

Kyoya was not insecure though, in fact, it was one of the qualities he most liked about himself. He wasn't afraid to make a gentleman's advance because there were only two outcomes. Either Ranka would allow it, or he wouldn't. If the man turned him down, Kyoya could move on, if he didn't….well….he would experience something he never had before.

So, he studied the texts one more time, making sure he didn't't miss anything. His critical eyes looking at every word, the response times, the undertone before he snapped his cell shut and exited the limo.

"I'm going in to speak to Mr. Fujioka about his daughter, Dr. Sato may have been on campus today so please send word to my father's private police force that we may be in need of them sooner than we thought. This could take awhile, after the call, why don't you go grab something to eat, I will ring when I am ready to be picked up."

"Very good, sir. Thank you."

Kyoya walked down the sidewalk when his driver left, hanging a right into the bar where Ranka worked to find the place deserted. The music was off, the lights dimmed and chairs turned up onto the tables.

"Kyoya? Is that you?" and his cool eyes turned towards the same backroom, Ranka coming out once again dressed to kill before he slowly walked over and embraced the young man.

"Thank you for coming. For keeping me informed. I appreciate everything you have done to ensure my Haruhi's safety."

"Think nothing of it." he offers with a soft smile before he releases Ranka and takes up a hand, delivering a gentle kiss to the back of it before moving a stray lock of red hair away from Ranka's face.

The man's eyes grow a little before a faint blush comes to his cheeks and he cleared his throat, "Right. So, Haruhi, tell me, what happened at school today."

"Of course, care to sit?" Kyoya offered, his eyes studying every gesture, glance and facial response as Ranka nodded. Moving over to the bar, they sat upon low back stools, the redhead crossing his ankles together gently before placing folded hands in his lap.

"I do not wish to disturb you, or cause any unneeded worry, but there may be a chance that Dr. Sato made an appearance at the Ouran Academy."

"What? Did you report it?" Ranka asked quickly.

"No."

"Why not?" Ranka asked angrily, a delicate hand coming to her waist as he stared at Kyoya with narrow eyes.

"Well, we had no proof. The only reason we believe we was present is because Haruhi went missing for about twenty minutes today, a supposed bathroom break that took longer than expected."

"Oh. Hm, I don't understand then, why is Haruhi's little bladder causing such a stir?"

"Aside from being gone twenty minutes, she was found in one of the employee bathrooms, with no memory of how she got there nor any clue as to how long she had been gone."

Ranka stood up suddenly, "I knew it! I knew something was wrong when I came home last night but Haruhi was gone before I woke up, I need to go find her-"

Ranka was stopped by Kyoya's gentle hand on his wrist, the red head looking back and saying swiftly, "Let me go, I have to go check on my Haruhi."

"Wait, what do you mean you knew something was wrong? Did something happen, are you alright?" and she looked into his dull gray eyes, kyoya staring back, his face impassive yet, the grip on his wrist increased just a slight bit more.

"Don't worry. I am fine. It's just...when I came home last night-" and Ranka stopped, looking down in dismay and Kyoya gently pulled him back, "Sit, please. Haruhi is safe with Tamaki and the twins, she will be waiting for you at home in their company. Dr. Sato won't move while she is in the company of others, it would be too dangerous, become to complicated."

Ranka held a look that showed he was still debating and Kyoya smirked softly, "Haruhi is safe, and I'd hate to cut our meeting short, I have been looking forward to seeing you since you sent me those lovely texts."

Another faint blush before Ranka brought a hand to his cheek and the man, dressed in the trappings of a beautiful woman, slowly moved back towards the dark youth sitting at the bar.

"My, you're so…." but Ranka doesn't finish, simply raises a long slender finger to press Kyoya's glasses up his nose gently before fingers trail down a cheek and he registers the barest twitch of a facial muscles, the hand still on his wrist tightening just that little bit more.

"What happened when you came home last night, Ranka?" Kyoya asked softly, leaning in a little bit more and Ranka stared into his eyes, his glossed lips saying softly, "The entire house, cleaned to an irrational degree, the smell of the cleaning supplies was so thick….the shoes….organized by color, our clothes too. I nearly broke down, went to Haruhi's room only to find her sleeping soundly. She'd left the window open, so I closed it, but….seeing her revert to such old behaviors...it's been nearly ten years Kyoya, I'm worry about my little girl. I'm failing to protect her and I don't know what to do."

Ranka suddenly found herself being pulled forward, arms wrapping around him as Kyoya said softly into his ear, "You are not failing Haruhi. It's just a response to her trauma. I think it's been there the whole time, simply forgotten. A way for Haruhi to find control during the times she feels she has none."

"My poor little girl." and Ranka laid his head on Kyoya's shoulder, finding comfort in his arms, enjoying the feeling of warmth that radiated from his body and wishing for the shortest moment that this could be something…..

Just something...I've been so lonely since my beloved Kotoko. I'd give anything to have her back, yet, knowing I can't….will I ever be able to feel someone next to me again, wake up to a face that isn't hers? My beautiful wife, lover….my other half…. Thank you Kyoya, you've been a burning light in these dark times. Given me so much joy, made me feel like there might still be hope for me to find...something….anything….to not be so alone anymore. Taking care of my Haruhi, like a real father should...like I never could.

"I promise you, my lovely Ranka, I will protect Haruhi with my life."

"Thank you Kyoya, you're more a father to her than I could ever be. I am grateful for everything you've done for my daughter, for protecting her so fiercely."

"I could protect you too, if you like." he says softly into his ear, Ranka's eyes growing wide, his body slowly pulling away from the young man's embrace.

"Wh-What did you just say?" he asked softly, large eyes staring in shock.

"I could protect both of you, for as long as you want." Kyoya says, his cool demeanor showing a confidence often unheard of in someone his age.

"Kyoya-" Ranka whispers, her eyes glistening in the dim lights of the bar, Kyoya's hands moving to touch her, one placed delicately on her hip, the other rising to cup his cheek.

"I find I like you, my lovely Ranka."

"You….you do?" the man asks, the shock still evident.

"Yes. After nearly a year of talking to you, getting to know you, I find your wit and personality hold a certain allure for me that I simply can't ignore." his tone is so soft, eyes still calm and collected, but his body language speaks volumes.

For the briefest of moments, Ranka is taken with the young man, his heart beating fast and knees feeling a little weak and he turns his head to the side, pressing his face forward slowly and sees Kyoya lean in as well, their lips just barely grazing, hot breaths mingling before Ranka jumps a little, "What am I doing!" and he pulls away, turning his back to Kyoya, hands folding together over his chest as he bites his bottom lip.

"You should leave, Kyoya Ootori, before you cause yourself too many problems. You're just a boy, too young to be playing these types of games with someone like me...I'm afraid I don't have the heart for such a fantasy anyway. The next time I give my heart to someone, it's going to be until death do us part. As tempting as you are….I'm trouble for a boy like you….you could lose everything and I won't be held responsible for damaging your future beyond repair. Besides, your family only shows interest in things that would benefit you, right? What benefit is there in making moves on a crossdressing nobody who is twice your age, whose daughter is your friend and classmate. No, Kyoya, I am doing you a favor, it's best you go."

Ranka expects to hear the door open and close, be left alone in the silence of the empty bar, with just enough time to drink himself into a stupor before he needs to go see Haruhi.

No, no more drinking, you stopped that years ago. Haruhi needs you right now, you promised her you would take better care of yourself….when Kyoya leaves just lock up and go home-

Hands come to her arms from behind, "I am not a boy, my lovely Ranka, nor am I concerned with what my family would have in store for me if and when I tell them about us. I already told my father that I don't want anything he has to offer and have already made multiple plans for my future and my finances. I could take care of you, leave no doubt in your mind about that. Haruhi as well. If this is about age, I am eighteen in less than two months. I'm willing to wait….if you are interested. I've spent the last year getting to know you Ranka Fujioka, it would be a shame to waste such moments. As for the longevity of a relationship, I don't think that is a concern either. Since I have been old enough to understand the concept of romance and sex….of love….I've not found a single person who has even remotely peaked my interest. You are the first, and I want to know what that means. I want to understand what you have become to me, what you mean to me. But to do that, I need your help, I need you."

Ranka turns, looks up again into those slate gray eyes, they are so sharp and focused, yet still appear kind and cool.

"You really aren't joking are you." Ranka says, a statement that brings a very small smirk to Kyoya's face.

"I'm afraid not." and he suddenly leans down, pressing a kiss to Ranka's lips, tasting the cherry gloss and inhaling the scent of lavender and jasmine tea. He doesn't wait, knows that a gentleman always waits, but in the grand scheme of things, his dominate nature and desire to know this man more intimately outweighs his care to control himself. He opens his mouth to Ranka, the man responding in kind and they kiss tenderly for several seconds, sharing breath and tasting each other without shame.

Kyoya pulls back a little, lips still gazing against cherry gloss and hot breaths pressing together, "Well? Do you have an answer for me, my lovely Ranka?"

"Ask me again when you turn eighteen, if you are as charming then as you are now, I will consider it. But make no mistake, Kyoya Ootori, I'm not an easy man to win over, you'll have to prove you are serious-" and he raises a hand to the young man's face, pressing those glasses back up before he cups a cheek, "I would not survive if my heart were to break again. I barely survived the first time, and Haruhi suffered for it. I'll not put her, or myself through that again, so you have to be sure...completely."

"I understand." Kyoya says softly, leaning down again and kissing the top of Ranka's head, "I will see you soon, Ranka. And in two months...I will return to discuss our future partnership."

Then Kyoya was out the door, leaving a very flustered Ranka behind. The man only snapped out of his shock when Haruhi came to mind and he was jumping for his purse and keys, hitting the lights and beelining for the door.

A/N: Forty-nine pages, hope that's enough to wet your appetite.