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Chapter 2: Takumi Nakamura, Who is She?

I just stared at the door, wondering and questioning who she really was? I got up from the floor with the pieces of the tray in my hand. I could still feel everyone's eyes on me, but I didn't have the nerve to look up from the ground. No one was speaking, including Tamaki-sempai or the twins. Then we all heard the slap of a folder. Everyone instantly knew it was Kyoya.

"What should we do, Dad?" asked Kyoya.

"Obviously we aren't going to put Haruhi in any trouble!" yelled Tamaki-senpai. "Now we'll devise a plan to keep Haruhi away from..."

"Who is she?" I asked, stopping Tamaki-senpai in his speech. "Kyoya-senpai, who is she?" Kyoya opened the folder again and sighed, reading from it.

"Takumi Nakamura," he began. "Sol heir to the Nakamura film industry."

"Don't they make porn?" asked Hikaru.

"They make everything." read Kyoya. "Erotica, foreign films, box office sellers." He paused and I could feel his gaze on me.

"Her grades are excellent. She has a 4.0 grade average. Beautiful looks and--" Kyoya stopped reading and made a noise with his throat, suggesting something was wrong.

"Go on," I said. I turned and looked at them for the first time in a while. What was strange about it was that they all seemed different now. Not the crazy, weird people from before. To me, they seemed to have changed into people I would normally never talk to. My mind went to the reason I was in the Host Club in the first place. The broken vase. Otherwise, I would have never talked to them, anyway.

"What is happening to me?" I thought. "I've never thought this way before..."

"Past relationships," continued Kyoya, which broke me away from my thoughts.

"They have those in a school file?" asked Kaoru.

"They keep records on everything here," answered Kyoya. "According to this, she has only had one boyfriend. She is supposed to be married to him in August of her senior year."

"So? What is so strange about that?" I asked.

"For starters, she has had three relationships altogether. The other two were girls." He slammed the folder shut and we all froze. "And she is going out with other people when she is arranged to be married."

"She's a lesbian?" asked the twins, completely ignoring the fact she had a fiancée. "And she likes Haruhi." They smiled and walked over to me. Their arms snaked around my shoulders, pinching my cheeks. "Haruhi has a lover!"

"NO!" yelled Tamaki-senpai. "Haruhi! You must never ever go out with her. Do you understand?"

"I know that much already!"

"I think you should" a little voice from a bed. Honey-senpai poked his head out of the covers and looked at us. We all ran behind the couch, ducking our heads. "I was already awake." He moved the covers and sat up. His bunny was clinging to his arm, as if it had life of its own.

"Just to see what she wants," he explained. "Think about it Tama-chan. If she just wants to be friends with Haruhi, she could help her be cuter and girl-like."

I looked at Tamaki-senpai and saw his eyes wandering around, thinkingabout it. I thought it best not to ask him. I thought about us just being friends. It was strange of me to think of us as such, thinking about all of the flirting she did last night. I hated that, I had to admit. But she left a mark on me, too. She was but a ghostly figure, lingering in my mind. I had a craving to know more. She had left so much untouched. And those blue eyes were permanently engraved in my soul. Her scent was still clinging to me.

I just had to see her again. I closed my eyes and thought about hersmile. For some reason, I wanted to see her smiling in the school uniform.

"Haruhi?" called a voice, reminding me that I wasn't alone.

"Haruhiii!" two voices called, making melose the image of Takumi in my mind.

"Haruuu-chan!" called a young, baby voice that made me finally open my eyes.

All of the Host Club members were staring at me, waiting for something to escape my mouth. In truth, I didn't hear the question they asked in the first place.

"Huh?"

"Do you want to go out with this girl?" asked Mori-senpai, his deep voice seeming to boom.

"Yeah, I'll do it. Just to see, of course."

"Then we have to make her super cute!" said Honey-senpai.

"No time for that," said Mori-senpai, turning around to point to the door.

There were already a few girls waiting outside. They pushed the door open and we welcomed them in. As usual, my designations lined up in chairs in front of me and started asking me questions. I tried to answer them as best as I could, but my mind kept wandering back to Takumi. I watched the girls that talked to me, but all I could comprehendwas that their lips were moving. I didn't hear any words.

"Why am I thinking about her so much?" I thought. We couldn't have shared more than a few minutes together. It was something she said. What did she say?

"Don't you think that a dance relationship, or any relationship for that matter, should be based on more than just looks?"

"Haruhi-kun?" asked one of the girls. "Are you alright?"

"My mind is elsewhere, forgive me," I said.

"You missed a wonderful party last night," she said.

"Yeah! Do you remember that really cute girl that was with Takumi-senpai?" asked a different girl.

"You know Takumi?" I hoped. The girl looked at me and smiled.

"Not well, but I do know her," She said. "My elder brother is in her class. He says she spends most of her time reading alone."

"Reading?"

"Yes, poetry books."

"Poetry," I mused, smiling.

"Do you like poetry, Haruhi-kun?" asked another girl.

"Not really, but I think of it as a unique gift. If someone can take words and make them have rhythm, that's a true gift." I looked at them and smiled. They all were blushing and had dazed looks on their faces. I had done my job.

All of the girls left with smiles on their faces. They waved goodbye and left the room. I closed the door behind them. Before I could turn around, Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai grabbed my hands, dragging me to the back of the music room. They pushed me in the changing room where a girl's school uniform was hanging on a rack.

"Tama-chan says you're supposed to wear that," said Honey-senpai.

"And hurry," said Mori-senpai.

I slipped on the dress as quickly as I could. As I stepped out of the changing room, Hikaru and Kaoru took my arms and lead me to a chair. They placed a wing on my head and adjusted it until it looked right. They put some lipstick on, along with a light blush.

"Now," I heard Tamaki-senpai say. I got up and looked at him. "We will be following you the whole way, so try not to be separated from us."

"Alright," I replied. "Where is the classroom?"

"Mori-senpai will show you," said Tamaki-senpi. "You look cuter than cute!"

I stayed silent. Mori-senpai went out of the room and shut the door behind us. We were a few steps down the hall before I heard the door open again.

"This way," came out of Mori-senpai. I followed him to a hallway that lead to the east building. We walked for a few more meters before I saw a figure looming ahead.

"Mori-senpai?" I said, looking to my side. He was gone.

I already knew who the figure was, so I couldn't back out now. I had to keep going. I stepped up my pace until I could fully recognize her.

I saw Takumi leaning up against the wall, her arms wrapped around one another. Her dark brownish hair was covering her eyes again. It looked like she was trying her hardest to stay awake.

My heart started pounding so badly that I had to stop walking. She heard my feet stop and looked up. Her blue eyes sparkled and stung at my soul. Her face lit up just by seeing me. A smile crept its way onto her face. I stared in utter wonder at her beauty. She could have been a princess that little children always read about. The beautiful princess that rules the kingdom with purekindness. She got off of the wall and walked towards me, her shoes making soft tapping.

"Hey," she said. It was like a wave had washed over me, coating me in sweet relief. "I have been looking for you all day."

"I've been doing the same," I said. That was the truth and I was happy to tell her so. "But you look much different in your school uniform. More lady-like."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," she smiled, showing off her teeth. "So, are you free?"

"Free?"

"Let's get out of here. There's a coffee shop just a block from here. That is, if you don't mind walking." I was shocked. I thought about everyone following behind me and how they would react to this.

"But I can't go in my school uniform," I said, trying to think of an excuse.

"You think I can? I always put clothes in my locker."

"What?"

"You might find this hard to believe," she said, obviously using sarcasm. "But I don't like dresses."

"That's why you dressed in a men's suit last night, right?" I asked. She looked at me kind of surprised and put on a tender smile.

"Actually, I borrowed that from a friend. I didn't want anyone to recognize me. I'm not one to go to those."

"People didrecognize you, though. I heard some girls talking about you earlier." Takumi froze and blushed.

"Well, uh… Let's get going!"

She took my wrist and pulled me forward. I could hear the Host Club following close behind me. Soon enough down the hall, she didn't have to pull me. My feet started to move on their own, following Takumi's lead. She let go of my wrist. At the same time, I realized it was happening. It was almost as if she read my mind. I looked back at the Host Club. They all ducked behind a bush, watching us intently. I noticed Tamaki-senpai watching closer than anyone else. I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped into her.

"This is your locker?" I asked. Takumi was standing at a full length locker that was taller than she was. I looked and instead of a normal locker with the little lock, there was a pad with number keys on it. She reached up and started clicking numbers, making it make a beeping sound. She swung open the locker door.

"Yep," she said.

The locker was plain with very little decoration. There was a newspaper clipping titled "Nakamura does it again!", taped to the top of the inside door. It had a picture of a man who was holding a young girl. They were standing in front of a film lot. The young girl was smiling while holding a tulip. I had assumed that the picture was of Takumi and her father. Lower on the door was a picture of a woman with long black hair. Her hair was trailing down her back and ending at her hips. Her eyes were the same color and Takumi's. The same, beautiful blue.

"Who is this?" I asked, pointing to the picture of the woman. She looked back and smiled.

"My mom," she said, reaching in deep to the back of the locker.

"She's beautiful."

"Yeah, she is. People tell me all the time that I look like her." Takumi pulled out a small duffle bag and dropped it on the ground. She closed the locker with a slam. "Well, dig in. Find something you like."

I unzipped the bag and there were many choices of clothing. Skirts, jeans, t-shirts, and many more variables. Takumi immediately reached in and pulled out a very short skirt, a pair of black jeans, and a black t-shirt. I shuffled around the bag some more and found jean shorts and a white t-shirt. I unfolded the t-shirt to seewriting on it. It said "I'm cuter than you" with a picture of a kitten.

"Where are we going to change?" I asked. But when I put down the shirt, I got my answer. Takumi was already unzipping her dress and sliding it down from her shoulders. "What are you doing!"

"I do this everyday," she said, without pausing from her undressing. I looked at the Host Club. They were all covering their eyes, except Hikaru and Kaoru. I saw them peeking a little."No one comes down this hallway at the end of school."

I looked back at her and saw her chest. Her breasts were a bit larger than I had thought. She was wearing a purple lace bra that had flowers curling around it. She slipped on the black shirt. She turned around to pick up the skirt. On the back of her shirt, it said "Hottie" and right below it "56" in pink letters. She slipped the skirt on under her school dress and then let it fall. The skirt was so short that it barely covered anything. I could see her purple lace panties under it. Takumi then pulled up the black pants underneath the skirt.

"Done. What do you think?" she asked. I couldn't help but smile. She looked much more normal in these clothes and, possibly, even more beautiful. "You're not changing?"

"Oh, well I..." I stuttered, starting to blush. I heard her chuckle. Takumi shoved her dress into the duffle bag.

Takumi walked to the class room right next to her locker and knocked on it three times. She jiggled the handle and it opened.

"You can change in here. I won't look, I promise."

"Thank you," I said. I stepped into the room and Takumi closed the door behind me.

"Try to hurry up," she laughed.

For once, I was looking forward to a normal day. I smiled at her, even though I was behind the door. As I slipped her shirt on, I couldn't stop myself from smelling it.

"Just like her..." I thought. But one thought was still lingering in my mind.

Was this a date?

To be continued in Chapter 3: Haruhi's and Takumi's coffee date.