Hi guys! I'm back! I've decided that there will be around 7 chapters for this story, with maybe an epilogue, so this is one of the last chapters! I hope I've done a good job with my writing so far, and that you guys will follow or favorite me or that kind of thing.

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The man stopped and stared. There was not a thing untouched in his apartment, the one that he had gotten with his very own hard-earned money! Tables were overturned, chairs had been shuffled about, and the television had been placed in the armchair.

Yet what was even more surprising was that nothing, despite the seemingly frantic rearrangement of them, was broken.

He marveled at the balancing skills of the culprit. What was this? How had they managed to put a lamp atop an exercise ball? Wait, why did he even OWN an exercise ball?

He moved throughout the apartment slowly. He was careful not to touch anything, as he didn't think that his catching skills were as good as the invader's balancing skills.

(Author's Note: The apartment has several entrances to the dining room. Just keep that in mind.)

And then he reached the dining room. (A/N: Haha, I warned you.)

And he stopped.

And stared.

The room was cleared in the middle, with a veritable wall of chairs, placemats, and tablecloths around the edge. The man could not see through it, that's how dense it was.

He approached the far end of the room. The only clear places around the edges were in front of the doors, and then they were still tightly packed around those. Just as he reached for a knife balanced on a from balanced on a spoon (all of which were upright), he heard something.

"I can't abide secrets."

The voice was familiar, but not as he remembered. It was darker, furious, unbridled anger.

Tamaki spun around and saw Hunny. And now we see how foolish Tamaki still is.

"Oh, thank goodness, it's you, I was afraid-"

"As you should be."

It was Mori, standing directly across from Hunny.

"Mori?! I...Did you catch the people who wrecked this place?"

"I guess you could say that-"

"-since we did it."

Yes, the Hitachiins still finished each others sentences sometimes. But only on purpose.

"Wait, you guys did that? You pranked me?!"

"You could say so. Yet I prefer to think of it as something else. We all do."

"KYOYA?! I would have thought that you would be the only one who didn't help these hooligans! Its almost as shocking as Mori!"

"Hey, don't insult Mori!"

"Shut up, Kaoru. Fine then, Kyoya, what do you think of it as?" By now Tamaki was exasperated as well as angry. Does anyone else find that ironic?

"We think of it collectively-"

"-AS REVENGE!" Haruhi had popped up from behind another chair. It was clear that they had all done at least a little rehearsing; as she stepped forward, all the others took a few steps back, and Kyoya hadn't even started to say anything after the word "collectively."

Tamaki glowed. He could handle women. Or at least he thought he could.

"Haruhi, I don't understand. Let's all talk about this over some tea, okay?"

"Of course not," replied Haruhi. Her voice was even and dangerously quiet. Yet sadly enough, Tamaki was foolish, as I've mentioned before.

"Alright...You and I can talk it over privately." He leaned forward and whispered this into her ear, almost seductively. Almost.

"You f***ing sonofab****. Save that s*** for someone who cares, you damned rich bastard." She said it in that same even tone. Then, she took a quick step forward, dodged under his arm, and jammed her elbow into his back. It was a prizewinning move, and Mori and Hunny were both proud of their two-hour disciple. Tamaki yelped and spun for the door. He would have made it. He really would have.

But wherever he turned, at least one person was blocking the exit. The room had four doors and was on the fifth floor; there were five other men, plus Haruhi. With Hunny and Mori at separate doors and the twins at another door, none of those were very good ideas. And the window wasn't suitable either; he would certainly die if he jumped.

Kyoya was the weakest. Kyoya's door was the path to freedom.

Tamaki lunged.

Hahahahaha, I'm not going to do it all in one chapter! Hahahahaha, sorry guys, I couldn't help myself. Of course, since I'm publishing this so close to the next chapter that I doubt it will make any difference. I do try, though.

Up next: final actual chapter!