Of course Haruhi wasn't the only one who noticed the odd behavior between the two best friends. Honey, too, realized something was off, and when Honey knew something, Mori was destined to know something as well. Then Honey and Mori were bound to do something about it.

They had just successfully gotten rid of the Zuka Club and were not taking turns making Haruhi laugh. "They" were Kaoru, Hikaru, Tamaki, and Honey. Kyoya, having already harassed Haruhi for making them go to such lengths for her, had disappeared into another room. Mori was standing to the side, watching the four chase Haruhi around and too tired to follow them. He was also one of the two people who noticed violet eyes flickering towards a closed door every few minutes. The other person was his short blond counter-part.

They were also the only one's who noticed when Tamaki sneaked away from the fun and slipped into the room where Kyoya had gone.

Honey caught Mori's eye easily, after the door clicked shut, and nodded briefly. Mori returned the gesture and added a grunt on the end for good measure. Then, as Honey went back to play, Mori sidled over to the door and swiftly locked it.

Tamaki, who didn't notice the lock rattle, slowly walked towards the sleeping beauty on the couch. He lifted up the ends of the dress to soften the ruffling noise. As he nudged the body over to take a seat, Tamaki noticed that the make up had been washed off of Kyoya's face not too long ago and therefore the dark-haired boy must have just fallen asleep.

Satisfied with his deduction, Tamaki reached over and plucked off the glasses that were still on Kyoya's face. Then he put a hand on Kyoya's cheek, stroked it softly, and smiled when Kyoya leaned into the touch. "See, if you'd let me, I'd take care of you like this all the time," he muttered softly before examining the glasses.

Struck with a brilliant new idea, Tamaki jumped up, threw off everything covering his body except his underwear, and rubbed aside the make-up. Then he put on the glasses, and, with an unfocused view of the world, picked up the black notebook that had been forgotten on the ground. He sat down on a chair next to the sofa and attempted to slick back his wild hair before he began acting out what was playing in his inner theater.

"Oh Tamaki," he said in a slightly higher voice, "you're right. I should have listened to you in the beginning."

"See Kyoya?" Tamaki replied to himself after taking off the glasses. "Look at all the time we could have saved if you had done so in the first place."

He put the glasses on again. "I do see. Let me write down in my diary that you were right and I love you before we start kissing."

Tamaki started to open the notebook before a pale hand snatched it away angrily from him.

"Tamaki," a cold voice stated as another hand stole the glasses that were rightfully his, "what are you doing?"

Tamaki, suddenly feeling very exposed, looked away and mumbled, "Nothing."

Kyoya, of course, didn't buy it. "Why were you reading my notebook half-naked?"

"Ah," Tamaki stood up and started roaming around the room as he lied, "I was changing when I saw that you had dropped your notebook, so I thought I would just pick it up for you. And I didn't think you would mind if I just peeked in it to see how the club expenses were doing." His voice trailed off at the end as he saw Kyoya's eyes take apart the excuse.

"Liar," Kyoya said as he stood up and pulled off the wig. "If it's secret confessions you're looking for, you won't find any," he teased lightly while stripping off the dress. For a moment, the atmosphere between the two was friendly and normal. Then, after Kyoya put on his glasses, he suddenly demanded, "Out."

Tamaki, confused by the sudden command, gaped wordlessly at Kyoya's barely clothed body.

"Tamaki," Kyoya snapped when the blond didn't move, "get out." There was a long pause before Kyoya sighed and opened his mouth again. "Get out and find my pants. They aren't where I left them."

"Can't you do it yourself?" Tamaki whined as he started for the door.

"That would be embarrassing," Kyoya replied as he began to button his shirt while disregarding the fact that Tamaki was wearing next to nothing.

"Only because I love you," Tamaki mumbled and turned the handle. When it didn't move, he tried again and again until finally giving up and screaming in frustration.

On the other side of the door, Mori and Honey were eating cake alone. Honey smiled when the scream came and the smile only widened when several crashes and loud voices followed it.

"I think they're having a good talk," he said cheerfully while taking a bit of the strawberry cake.

Mori agreed with a grunt, but the look on his face indicated that he thought anything but.

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A/N: What's it been? Nearly a month? Sorry about that, if you care. Too many things to do and not enough imagination to spare. Speaking of which, there will be plot development after the next section. I promise something will happen. Thanks for sticking around this long too!