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This chapter is in Hikaru's POV and is based on the song Funhouse by P!nk.

Oh, it appears that Tamaki has overheard my request to Haruhi. Well, methinks I shall have fun with this rather bizarre turn of events. Similar to a crazed lunatic (oh sorry, he is one!), he all but soared towards my throat in an epic turn of events. Only moments before, I was contemplating the reasonably sure that he would react violently if it appeared that Haruhi was ostensibly conspiring with yours truly, me but I didn't foresee this quite droll scene in which Tono seemed to be salivating at the mouth like a rabid dog.

I am certain that he will be seated in his special emo corner for the best part of today, replaying events in his mystical mind theatre.

"Hikaru, where is my promised ootoro?" Haruhi asks impatiently, her brown eyes glazing over in supposed desire, as she longs for the fatty tuna that is my bête noire.

I have abhorred ootoro since the tender age of six, when in excitement I grasped ootoro in my somewhat plump child-like child and shoved into my mouth whereupon, I grew breathless as the ootoro lay limply in my throat, interfering with my ability to breathe naturally. My mother was on the phone to president of France, whom was searching for a gown for his wife, for the best part of an hour. And if it weren't for Kaoru who stumbled upon me whilst searching for our maid and screamed relentlessly, I would have died on the marble floor.

But if Haruhi likes it, she can take my plate as well. I only grab a plate when ootoro is on the menu as it is practically considered a federal crime not to snatch a platter at any traditional Japanese get together. So alas, it is with a heavy heart that I hoist the platter laden with that despicable fish, trying not to heave as the overwhelming stench engulfs my senses.

Haruhi appears somewhat hypnotised, like a cobra ready to attack and devour the fish in one morsel.

I smile, her reactions are always so amusing. I sometimes forget that what we take for granted can make another person irresistibly happy. I fight the urge to ruffle her soft brown hair for two major reasons: 1) we are in public and Haruhi is disguised as a boy and 2) I wouldn't be able to resist myself if I were to do so.

Overall, I think that it is best for everyone if I manage to restrain myself at least until lunch hour concludes.

"I don't think that you are hungry," I tease as I hold the heavy plate just outside her reach, which for her isn't really saying a lot considering she is so adorably petite.

She pouts whilst her eyes simultaneously flash with utmost hatred.

That's bloodcurdling.

"Oh, I can assure you that I am hungry enough for the two of us, so hand me that place and nobody will have to get hurt," she playfully declares.

"Is that so? And what would you do? To get the fish, I mean," I flirtatiously remark.

"This," she utters before she claims my lips with her own.

But it oh so brief and mere seconds later, she is smirking and somehow managing to seize both plates.

The room is ablaze suddenly.

"That Haruhi kid is guy? Hmm… I didn't see that coming."

"Wait, my Hikaru is cheating on me?"

I roll my eyes at that obnoxious comment. I am no one's property.

"I bet Hikaru forced him to kiss him like that to make his brother jealous or something…."

This last comment incenses me to my very being. I am not actually engaged in an incestuous relationship with my brother and I am most certainly did not force Haruhi to kiss me.

Haruhi seems rather oblivious to the rumormongering she has caused. That's just like her to electrify everyone but be incredibly unaware of what has occurred herself. She has no time for stupid scandals.

"Come on Hikaru, don't just stand there. Birds are beginning to nest in your hair."

I growl playfully.

She is pretty amazing.

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