Hey guys, guess what? I'm back! Ha, but seriously, I just finished typing this just now. I was going to write more but you guys have been waiting so patiently for the next chap so I decided to stop it here and give you guys what you wanted. Our beloved Tamaki is in this chapter and it picks up where the previous one left off. The dress that Haruhi wears in this chap is on my profile if you want a better picture of what it looks like.

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After the amount of customers died down, Haruhi hung her apron in her locker and changed her clothes. She walked into the room and realized that Tamaki was still there. He was completely serious about walking her home. As she made her way to him, he smiled.

"Thank you for letting me walk you home. I would feel much better about it if I was there with you. I don't like the thought of a girl like you walking alone at night."

Haruhi scoffed, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm sure nothing would happen to me. I'm not exactly the most attractive girl that will be walking the streets."

Tamaki moved closer to her and met her eyes, "You're wrong. You may think that you are fooling everyone with your lack of effort regarding your appearance, but I can see right through it. I can tell that you are attractive and I'm sure I'm not the only man that can. Besides, when a woman is beautiful, nothing can completely hide it. I will walk you home for your sake and my own peace of mind."

Haruhi felt as though her entire being was shaken. Can people really see through this? All of those times she walked home alone, could they tell that she was pretending to be unattractive? Was danger really much closer to her than she had originally thought? Was the possibility of ending up like her mother still there? The thought of it made her extremely scared.

She looked up at Tamaki with gratitude. She was so rude to him and he was willing to protect her from a threat she didn't know she had. "Arigatou Tamaki."

He shook his head vehemently, "Do not thank me for something every man should do."

She donned her coat and followed him outside.

"So Fujioka-san, tell me about yourself."

She looked at him, "There isn't much to tell."

"Nonsense, what is your favorite type of music."

She smiled slightly as the memory of her mother playing piano played in her mind. She was wearing a green sundress and her hair was long and curly down her back. Her fingers moved gracefully as she smiled while her daughter and husband danced around the room to the music. She began to stand as she got into the song and lightly sung the lyrics she created to match the song as she watched her family enjoy themselves. Haruhi looked up to her father as he watched her. His eyes were fixated on her and his face had the strangest expression. She didn't understand what love looked like at that age but now she knew what that look was.

"Classical." She looked up to see Tamaki watching her with a strange expression. "What?"

His face softened and he met her eyes with his steady gaze. "You have a beautiful smile. You should use it more often. I bet you have men falling all over you."

She laughed at the idea, "Absolutely not. Men don't like a girl that doesn't want to look pretty. I don't want men falling over me. I want them to not even notice me."

He looked like he wanted to ask why but thankfully he dropped it. "Why classical?"

She smiled again, "It's expressive and soulful. Anytime I hear it, I feel something. Sad, uplifted, even angry. I always understand how the composer was feeling when they created it. I like that even though it is centuries later than when it was first played, their music allows their thoughts and emotions to be timeless."

He nodded, "I feel the same way, do you play?"

"No, I am just a fan."

He looked at her and smiled, "Perhaps I shall play for you sometime."

She smiled at him, her eyes lighting up. "I would love that."

He chuckled slightly at her enthusiasm. "Alright, it's your turn to ask me a question."

"What's your favorite thing to do?"

He smirked, "Believe it or not, I love to cook. I've been doing it since I was little and would watch the chef prepare my father's meals. I wanted to learn and he taught me any chance he got. He is one of my dear friends and I give him days off anytime I can."

She had never seen him as the humble type. Sure, she knew that he was kind but she didn't think that would apply to the people he was raised to see as the help. The thought that he treated them so well made her warm in an unusual way. However, the thought that he was having an effect on her disturbed her and she pushed any unwanted reactions to the back of her mind. "What's your favorite dish?"

His expression was far away and she knew he was in the middle of a memory. His lips curved into a smile, but then morphed into a scowl so harsh that she shivered. It was the strangest transition of expressions. His small somewhat shy smile was so beautiful on him that it burned her eyes, but that scowl was so intense, so filled with unbridles hatred and anger and contempt that it made chills run down her spine like tiny spiders slinking down her back. His entire face seemed to morph as well from angelically beautiful to a sort of demonic creature. His eyes narrowed to slits and darkened to black, his mouth flattened to a thin line and became so tense that she was worried that it hurt. This face frightened her more than anything she had ever seen in her life. He honestly looked as though he was going to murder someone and the thought that someone she thought as so kind could be even remotely capable of such a thing was absolutely terrifying. Such an expression seemed so strange on his face. However, it was gone as soon as it appeared and he turned to her with a smile that instead of appeasing her fears only worried her more. This smile was completely false, she could still see the barely repressed anger swirling underneath like a cloud of black smoke, choking any and all that was light and carefree. Haruhi learned something very important in those few seconds. Tamaki Suoh was the most lethal person she had ever met. He was kind and sweet and definitely a very good person but, if he were ever threatened or felt that he needed to protect himself, she was very frightened for whoever faced his wrath. If one quick look had this much of an effect on her, she was afraid of what he would do if he were ever truly angry. The thought made her shudder.

"Shrimp tempura."

She tried to cheer him up, the frightening scowl still burning behind her eyelids. "I happen to make the best tempura you've ever tasted."

He smiled a smile so beautiful that Haruhi had to look away. His teeth shone in the moonlight, absolutely perfect in every way, his eyes brightened and his skin glowed as if a candle were just under the surface. This boy sure knew how to work a facial expression. He went from being angelically beautiful to demonic and hellish to inhumanely beautiful all in the span of five minutes. He was confusing in the most interesting way and Haruhi couldn't deny that she wanted to know Tamaki inside and out. He seemed like the most complex puzzle she had ever had the pleasure of seeing "Is that so? You will have to make it sometime."

She nodded. He must have no idea how gorgeous he was. That smile will be the death of her and mankind. It should come with a warning.

It was interesting how he made something that seemed so simple seem so important. She wondered if that was intentional from being a Host or if that was just the way he was, to treat everything that was positive as though it were the best thing to ever happen to him.

Her home soon came into view and she turned to him, "Thank you for walking me home. I really appreciate it."

He shook his head. "Like I said, don't thank me for something that every man should do. Goodnight honey."

When he said honey, his voice became impossibly silky and Haruhi felt the blush rise to her cheeks. It was as if he was saying goodbye to his girlfriend rather than a girl he just met. He really would be the death of her someday.

"Goodnight."

She walked inside but watched out of the window until he was out of view.

This man would definitely make things difficult for her at school. He was too perfect. Smart, handsome, kind, talented, and charming. There was nothing wrong with him that she could see and the thought that she might be falling for him scared her a little bit. She didn't want to get hurt and she didn't want anything to complicate her plans. She would have to be careful around him and make sure that she doesn't allow him to worm his way into her heart.

When she turned around, she found her father staring at her with a knowing look. "And who was that Haru-chan?"

Her father had always been very overprotective of her and after her mother died, that only intensified. Any time he thought that a boy was showing interest in his daughter which in a normal person's eyes was anytime a boy was within a foot of his daughter, he made it his mission to nip it in the bud before she got hurt. In his mind, all men were scumbags that ultimately wanted to hurt his Haru-chan and he was not going to allow anything to happen. Haruhi thought it was sweet and always let him have his way. She was glad that she had someone that cared about her so much.

Haruhi smiled, "Don't worry Oto-chan. He was just walking me home. Something about how he would feel bad if he didn't."

He sighed in relief, "Good, I thought I was going to have to take matters in my own hands. Now come here, I need a hug."

He pulled her into his arms and squeezed the life out of her.

"So Haru-chan, how was school?"

She told him everything about the Host Club and her first conversation with Tamaki. She also told him about their conversation at the café.

Ryoji smiled, "I'm glad you chewed him out honey, he seems like the type that isn't used to being told no."

Haruhi shook her head, "I don't think so dad, he seemed very humble and kind. I think I just jumped to conclusions with him. Anyway, I think you two would get along."

He scowled, "Why do you think that?"

She smirked, "Because you both have some strange and unnecessary need to protect me. Besides he is nicer than you think."

She told him about how he helped Hikaru and Kaoru.

He nodded, "Well, I still don't trust him. Be careful Haru-chan."

"Alright Oto-chan. I'm going to go to bed."

"Haruhi, what happened yesterday? You just bit the Boss' head off and stormed out."

Hikaru and Kaoru were staring at her with confusion and anger. They didn't understand what happened yesterday when Haruhi met Tamaki and they wanted answers. They saw him as a father figure and to see Haruhi treat him so callously slightly offended them.

Haruhi guiltily stared up at them through her lashes, "I'm so sorry guys. I don't know what came over me. I assumed that he was a womanizer out to get me but I know that isn't true now. Forgive me?

They looked at each other for a moment then turned to her and smiled. "Of course we forgive you. Now we can move on to more important things like your terrible outfit. Really Haru-chan, are you trying to embarrass us?"

Today she wore a red button down and green cardigan with her favorite pair of trousers. All of it was a size or two too big and her shoes were worn. She looked up at them and shrugged. "You guys know that I don't like to worry about my appearance."

Kaoru glared at her shirt, "But you look like a Christmas disaster. What made you think those colors go together?"

She tuned them out as they further ridiculed her outfit. She was going to have to tell them about her mother soon. This routine was definitely getting old. Maybe once she told them they would lay off the insults.

The twins still had no idea about what happened to her mother and why she dressed the way she did. She wanted to tell them but she didn't think the time was right. The last thing she wanted was pity and she felt that the moment she told anyone about what happened, she would be pitied.

They shook their heads and put their arms around her. "Will you come to Host Club today?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I'll come." Because she had left in such a hurry yesterday, she didn't get a chance to see what the Host Club was all about. She wanted to see everything that Tamaki told her last night. The escape from reality, the comfort, and the enjoyment the hosts take in pleasing their customers. She wanted to know if the Host Club was really as majestic as he made it sound.

When class ended, Haruhi followed the twins to the abandoned music room. The interior, however, looked completely different. The marble floors were covered with something akin to grass and the walls were covered in murals that looked like a meadow of flowers during a perfectly sunny day. The room was filled with picnic blankets and food. Hunny and Mori sat at a blanket with three other girls and were making tea, Kyoya sat at a blanket near the corner, typing away at his laptop.

Kaoru frowned, "Hey, where's the Boss?"

Mori looked up, "His grandmother paid him a visit." Even though his words were mundane enough, Haruhi felt like there was something else meant with that sentence.

The strangest thing however, was the reaction of everyone else in the room. The carefree aura was instantly shattered and replaced with barely repressed anger and contempt. Even the twins looked murderous. Something about Tamaki's grandmother was not right.

"Is that a bad thing?"

Hikaru merely shook his head slightly, "Let's just say that the Boss has a lot to deal with right now. This isn't our story to tell."

Haruhi frowned, what's going on?

She stayed with the twins the entire time and watched them with their hosts. It really was exactly how Tamaki described it to her. Everyone looked so relaxed and carefree; it was really nice that there was a place where they could do that without fearing any repercussions.

She felt two arms wrap around her shoulders, "Haru-chan" the twins said in a sing song voice.

She didn't look up from the book she was reading. "Yes?"

Because she wasn't looking, she didn't see the mischievous smile that took over their faces. "We have a surprise for you."

She still did not look up, "What is it?"

Before she could react, she was picked up and taken to another room. She kicked and screamed and threatened bodily harm to them if they did not put her down. They did eventually and she glared at them with all the anger she could.

The shrugged, "Calm down, geez, for someone so small you can hold a lot of mean in that look. It's kind of scary. Anyway this is part of our surprise."

They pulled out a large box with words in what looked like French. She took it and looked up at them in confusion?

"What is this?"

They smiled, "Clothes, our mom was getting rid of her latest collection to make room for the new one and we saw this and thought it would be perfect for you. Put it on!"

She glared at them, but knew that she couldn't turn down such an expensive gift so she walked into the dressing room and did as she was told. It was a dress made of a silk like material and it felt a little tight on her waist but then it flared out and flowed to the floor. At the top two bands of fabric tied in a sort of triangle that went over one shoulder to the back. It was beautiful and she absolutely loved it.

"Thank you, but what is this for?"

They smiled, "We would like you to be an honorary member of the Host Club! Naturally that would imply that you would have to wear what we give you every time you come here."

She frowned slightly. Could she handle being feminine for a few hours? She wanted to make the twins happy but she didn't think she could do this dress justice. However, when she looked up and saw the twins' hopeful expressions, she knew she couldn't say no if she wanted to.

"Alright, but only while I'm here. Nothing more."

They nodded enthusiastically. "We have to do your hair and makeup now."

She shook her head, she created a monster.

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