Losing His Touch
Chapter 2
"Okaa-san?" Kyoya looked away briefly from his laptop to find Tamaki.
"Yes, Otou-san?" The blond-haired boy shuffled shyly up to his best friend, and stood awkwardly beside him.
"I'm confused, Okaa-san. Our daughter has been acting very strange." he explained. Kyoya folded down his laptop and looked up at the distressed king.
"How so?" he asked. Tamaki found a seat that faced opposite, and sat down.
"I'm not sure myself. Something has changed. I can tell it's...for the better, though."
Kyoya simply adjusted his spectacles and cuffed his hands over his lap.
"So you've noticed too?" he asked. Tamaki straitened up in his chair.
"Yes! I thought I was the only one!" he cried out.
"Well it seems that you were the last to notice, Tamaki. The others have already consulted me about it."
Tamaki's wide smile flattened and he dashed to a dark corner.
"Why? Why am I always the last one...?" he mumbled.
"If it makes you feel better," Kyoya's hand gripped onto his shoulder. "It seems that you've changed for the better, too."
Tamaki turned around, revealing large globs of tears around his eyes and sniffled.
"How can that be?! For two days now, my customers have suffered my new clumsiness! I feel so ashamed!" he cried. Kyoya adjusted his glasses again.
"No, that's not what I meant--"
"Ohohohohohohohohohohoho!"
There was a rumbling beneath their feet, making Tamaki jump up in fright.
"Don't you see? Your clumbsiness has made you a true hero!" The orange haired otaku rose from the underground, and chuckled at her genius. Tamaki just looked at her in awe.
"True... hero?" he asked. She laughed again, and smiled at Kyoya.
"Do you mind, Kyoya-kun?" She asked sweetly. Kyoya gave his customer-charmer smile.
"Don't mind at all, Renge-san. Please proceed."
Renge turned to look at Tamaki, and posed in her 'I've got an idea' stance.
"Haven't you remembered anything I taught you? A true romantic figure is a hero with a flaw! With your newly discovered clumsiness, you seem more real and human to your customers, making you practically irresistible!" She explained. Tamaki turned to Kyoya for a second opinion.
The dark haired host sighed heavily to himself. 'Like he doesn't already have enough flaws...' But he nodded and looked at his charts.
"She is right. Yesterday you almost broke your record number of customers." he confirmed. Tamaki blinked again, and turned back to Renge.
"I see! So it's okay to be clumsy?" he asked. Renge smiled and patted the innocent boy's shoulders.
"It's perfectly okay." she assured.
"W-Would Haruhi think it's okay?" He asked, raising his finger up to his mouth in thought. Renge blinked in astonishment.
"Well, I would think so. Right, Kyoya-kun?" She asked, looking at him worriedly. Kyoya's eyebrow arched.
"Why does it matter, Tamaki?" he asked. He watched his friend's face turn a scarlet red.
"Ah-Ah...Nothing! It's nothing!" he stuttered, looking down frantically at his cellphone and walked backwards for the door. "Look at the time! I better be going! My poor Antoinette is waiting for me, and I can't delay any longer! Bonjour!" And he was out the door.
Kyoya and Renge stood silently together for a moment, and stared in confusion.
"Ah! How silly of me to ask that question!" Tamaki thought, stomping down the street from the school.
"Why am I thinking like this! Why do I have thoughts like these? Of wooing my own daughter! It's one thing to want to kiss her, but thoughts of seducing her is far from what a father must think!" His hands covered his face in shame, and walked into a random subway. He sat down at a seat, and wallowed some more.
"I'm a horrible, horrible father! A perverted old father!" he whined. An old-aged woman sat next to him and smiled.
"What's troubling you, young man?" she asked in her little wobbly voice. Tamaki looked up at her and sniffled.
"It's my daughter!" he whimpered. The old woman looked surprised.
"My! You are a young father! What's wrong?" She asked.
"I'm a perverted father! All day, I think of giving her kisses, and basking her in wonderful flowers and gifts to make her happy! And I want to be there when she's unhappy, and make her smile again! I want to hold her in my arms, and lay there with her until she falls asleep, and be there with her till the day I die! Oh how wrong!" he bellowed. The old woman only smiled at him.
"There's nothing wrong with that, dear boy! Every father has a right to be make his daughter happy!"
Tamaki's tears suddenly cleared up, and looked innocently at her.
"Really? It's not...wrong... to be jealous of other boys if they think that she's cute, too?" he asked.
"Absolutely. Fathers can be possessive of their daughters, but only for so long. They must know that one day, she will have to make a choice and be happy with another man. Her husband." She pointed out. Tamaki gasped and tore at his cheeks.
"Another man?! No! I can't give her away!" he wailed. The old woman chuckled lightly, and smiled.
"You are so funny, young man. But your a good father, and you have a very lucky daughter." She said. Tamaki grinned.
"Thank you! You seem to be the only one that thinks so!" he said. A question mark hung over the woman's head. But she shrugged.
"So, how old is your daughter?" She asked curiously.
"She's fifteen!"
The poor old woman gaped at him, then laughed.
"Oh my! Then I've mistaken you for a teen! You look very young for your age!" She said. Tamaki pointed at himself.
"No! I am a teen! I'm turning seventeen this Saturday!" he beamed. The woman dropped her jaw, and gazed at the young blond boy. The subway halted to a stop, and announced it's destination.
"Oh! I must be on my way! Thank you for the talk, madam!" he said, and jumped up from his chair. The woman just watched in amazement as he walked out.
'I'm so happy! Someone thinks I'm a great father!' he thought. He felt his cheeks burn up as he thought of the many things he would be able to do. No one would criticize him, because fathers could do that!
-Enter Tamaki's Inner Mind Theater-
"Come Haruhi! Let's lay under the stars, so I may gaze at your beautiful face shining under their radiant beauty."
"Tamaki-kun! I... I love you so much! I would never choose another man over you!"
"Then we can be together, forever! Under these beautiful stars."
"Tamaki-sempai?"
The poor host club king jumped in shock at the voice, and almost lost his balance.
"Sempai, what are you doing here?" Haruhi asked.
"Ah! Haruhi! What a surprise!" He said. He looked at the surroundings, and realized that he was in Haruhi's neighborhood. He glanced at his daughter, and found her in a tank top and a flowing white skirt that brushed her ankles. He blushed at her cute attire. He noticed a purse in her hands.
"Are you on your way to the commoner's market?" he asked, pointing at it. Haruhi nodded.
"Would you like to come?" She asked, a tinge of pink on her cheeks. Of course, Tamaki couldn't refuse an offer of going to the commoner's market. Alone. With Haruhi. He nodded vigorously. Haruhi gave a small smile, and led the way.
The two walked in silence for most of the way, not knowing what to say. Haruhi held her purse with both hands, and let it bounce off her knees with each step. Tamaki kept his hands behind his back, and kept his pace small to match Haruhi's.
'It's been so long since we've been alone together. Since I had that awful fever.' Haruhi thought. She blushed again, remembering how Tamaki took care of her when she was found in the park.
They made their entrance at the store, and she asked Tamaki to fetch a cart. He did so happily, and brought it to her side. Once again, though, they strolled silently through the aisles, making Haruhi to nervous. She grabbed a box of broth, and pretended to read the label.
"Ano...Tamaki...sempai?" She asked. The blond haired boy smiled at her.
"Ah-yes?" She shifted her eyes to him for a moment, and back at the box.
"I heard... that it's your birthday this weekend." She said. Tamaki turned to her and clung to the basket.
"You did? Who told you?" He asked excitedly. Haruhi shifted away from his gaze, and placed the box at the bottom of the cart.
"The others. They said your dad is holding a party for you too." She added. Tamaki nodded eagerly.
"And you're welcome to come! Everyone will be there!" he said. She smiled, and gave a nod.
"Thank you." She pushed the cart further down the aisle, then stopped suddenly. "Oh! What do you want for your birthday, Sempai?" She asked. Tamaki turned to her, and thought for a moment.
'Anything would be great... If it came from you...' He turned scarlet again from the thought, and looked at the ground.
She bopped her fist into her other hand, a sign that she had an idea, and smiled at him.
"I know!" She said, then laughed to herself.
"What is it?" Tamaki asked, giving her puppy eyes. She turned away from him.
"I won't say. It wouldn't be a good birthday present if you found out what it was." She explained. He tried pouting, but she kept him away. He slumped in defeat, and followed her down the aisle.
"I'm home!" She called out, and opened the door. She picked up her portion of bags, and walked through before Tamaki.
"Oh, you brought Tamaki along. Everyone's here then." A familiar monotone voice rang. Tamaki dropped his jaw to see the rest of the Host Club huddled around the table in the living room. His grip loosened, and the bags dropped to the ground.
"No one informed me of a meeting at Haruhi's!" he gaped. Haruhi turned around and saw the mess on the ground.
"Sempai! The eggs!" She pointed at the yolk running onto the carpet. Tamaki looked down at kneeled next to it.
"Oh no! I'm sorry! I'll get the towels!" He yelled, and scrambled to his feet. Haruhi picked up the bags he left, and looked back at him.
"No! It's ok! Sempai!" She shouted, and ended up following him into the kitchen. The twins looked at each other, and looked back at the kitchen.
"Like an old married couple." Kaoru examined. Hikaru puffed out his cheeks.
"No, that's just Tono being stupid."
"They're so cute, aren't they, Takashi?" Huni asked with a cherub smile. Mori nodded, followed by his usual response, "Ahh,"
"Haruhi! Let Daddy help you!" Tamaki whined, as he followed her to the mess.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You're not my dad, and if he hears you say that, you'll end up being dead meat." She sighed. He whined again.
"Just let me help you!"
"I said I'm fine!" She knelt down and sprayed the area with carpet cleaner. Tamaki joined her, and grabbed the towels. She gave a half-hearted scowl, and tugged the other end toward her. Tamaki narrowed his eyes, and yanked back. She pulled harder, which he responded with an even harder tug.
"Sempai."
"Haruhi."
"Let go."
"Nuh-uh."
"Just someone clean it up already!" Kaoru sighed.
"I'm hungry!" Hikaru whined. Haruhi grabbed the towel with both her hands now, and tugged as hard as she could. In surprise, Tamaki was pulled along with the towel, and ran his forehead into hers. They groaned together. Hikaru sighed heavily and rolled his eyes.
Haruhi's eyes slowly opened after the pain faded, and saw how close the host club king's face was to her's. Soon after, he opened his to see her.
"Ah..." he managed to mutter, and turned a deep shade of red, followed by Haruhi.
"Haruhi-chan! Your Daddy is home!" Ranka sang, and closed the door behind him. He smiled at the Host Club, who smiled back charmingly.
"Oh! Hello boys! Where's my Haruhi..." he looked down at the two, who were dangerously close, and gasped.
"YOU!" He growled, and yanked Tamaki back by the collar.
"WAH!! Haruhi!!"
"Isn't this nice, Takeshi?" Huni asked. Mori nodded. "Ahh."
Ahh nice little fluff going on. This is sort of a filler chapter, to get things to move along. Nothing wrong with a little bit of that, right?
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