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This chapter is in Tamaki's POV and is based on the song Still Into You by Paramore.
Where is that pestering Hikaru with my darling daughter? Who knows what he is up to? My inner mind theatre continues to wreak havoc with my perplexing thoughts imagining everything from elopement to destruction of her innocence. This is too much! They are exactly five minutes late from lunch and it takes Haruhi exactly two of those five to fetch her bento box.
That dastardly Hikaru…ever since the beginning, I knew he was a bad egg.
Okay, maybe I am taking this a tad too far. But what if something bad has happened? A father must always be alert for signs of danger and right now, I am getting that light-headed feeling that seems to come hand in hand with perilous situations.
I am finding it quite arduous to sit without twitching at the present moment.
Why must Hikaru always challenge my authority?
Right now, I am cowering in the corner as Mommy reassuringly comforts me saying that "Hikaru isn't defiling our darling daughter."
Or at least could that just be my inner voice speaking once more. It seems more likely that it is my inner voice and as I gaze to my left, I realise that I am correct. He is totting up the numbers for this month's account. I don't understand why he bothers so. In my opinion, it is better to live and let live. Perhaps this is why my dad disapproves of me, or at least one of the many reasons why he criticises me.
A crowd of beautiful wealthy girls surround me but I can't seem to find myself attracted to them. They are all so generic…. It is saddening. Before I met Haru-chan, I would have no problem charming the birds out of the blossom trees.
Just as my apprehension seems to relinquish its ghastly hold of me, I overhear the gentle, intelligent tones of Haruhi and therefore Hikaru is beside her as they go practically everywhere together.
My heart leaps with joy. If I were a dog, my tail would never stop wagging. I am often told that I am quite gregarious but I don't agree. I am just me.
I rake a hand carelessly through my hair and a small gathering of girls squeal in jubilation. I don't have a problem admitting that I am devil-may-care handsome; I would be lying if I said otherwise. And I don't make a habit of lying with the possible exception of my gigolo like antics for the club.
"This summer is going to be quite whimsical; I should ask the staff to make sure ootoro is in constant supply!" Hikaru remarks nonchalantly.
But I know better. I listen warily. This does not sound like a chaste request. There is something going on here; something perverse and gruesome that will disturb Haruhi's dove like innocence. And I am not jovial. In fact, quite the opposite. I'm feverish with a dire need to learn of this seemingly innocent (but I know better) statement.
"Oh! The one with the special dipping sauce?" Haruhi asks elatedly, her voice rising shrilly with utter enthusiasm.
Oh, I will discern what this mysterious invitation is in relation to. And I will sojourn this with the best of my ability.
Quite a number of you requested a chapter in Tamaki's POV! I hope that you all enjoyed it! I am aware that Tamaki appears rather malevolent but I can assure you that he is merely being extremely melodramatic as usual.
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