Tamaki snuck in his beloved man-woman's house. That can apply to both the father and Haruhi. Not the beloved part for the father. There should be a Nirvana album for this. Nevermind.

Tamaki stood over Haruhi, watching her sleep. "You will be miiiiine…" He whispered, and snuck into her dad's room. To make a medium story short; He killed him. Her? It? To make a medium story long; Tamaki-Senpai, still in uniform, lurked into the commoner of his dream's kitchen. From the said room, he collected a single steak knife. From the kitchen, the Host Club leader walked into Haruhi's fath- I don't want to make a medium story long any more. He killed the *Insert gender here*. He then watched Haruhi sleep some more.

Haruhi woke up the next day, assuming her father (whose body was dragged out by Tamaki) was at work already.

"Now, onto the list." Tamaki said looking at said list. 7 things were crossed off, six of which were irrelevant, and so host club members were next.

"Who should I kill first?" Tamaki asked himself.

"HHHEEEEEEEEYYYY TAMA-CHAN! Usa-chan wanted-" Honey started to say, but noticed a blood stain on Tamaki's uniform from the transvestite. "What's that on your shirt?"

Tamaki noticed the blood. "It's umm would you believe me if I said ketchup?"

"Of course Tama-chan! Mori-senpai lets me have ketchup for breakfast if I've been good!"

"Hey, Honey-senpai. Do you want some… caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawaaaaqaaaaaaaaaaake?"

"I would love some cake! Can Usa-chan have some too?"

"The more, the merrier."

Tamaki took arsenic (Poison, for those who aren't psychopaths like myself) out of his pocket and made it the cake topping.

"Here you go Honey-senpai. Make sure you eat all of it."

"Okay!" Honey said. He started to eat the cake. (I'M SORRY HONEY-SENPAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIII! You will be missed :'( ) "Hey Tamaki, did you add anything to the cake? It tastes different?"

Tamaki looks at the very VERY short 17 year old. "It's chocolate Honey. Chocolate. You love chocolate."

"USA-CHAN! TAMA-CHAN GAVE US CHOCOLATE! Thank you Tama-chan!" Honey said as he digged into the deadly treat. It's not a baked good, it's a baked BAD! (I'm sorry for that joke. I had to. Credit to Peyton)

*Couple minutes and cakes later*

"Usa-chan, I have a tummy ache." Honey told his stuffed bunny.

Tamaki took out his phone and looked up arsenic symptoms, then abdominal pains (That's tummy aches (I had to look it up too)). "It's okay Honey-senpai, it will all be over soon. Hehehehe HAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!" Tamaki started evil laughing

"Tama-chan?" Honey said before fainting because of depleting red blood cells. He died shortly after that, Tamaki still laughing.

10 laughing evilly minutes later, "Tamaki, what are you doing?" Kyoya asked.

"Nothing!" Tamaki panicked "Honey fell asleep!"

Kyoya looked at his friend. "Okay, whatever." He said and started walking away, writing in that one black notebook. What does he even write in that notebook? Fanfictions? Ya, definitely. I wrote this entire thing in accounting class and nobody even noticed. That's a lie. I'm sorry for lying. Where was I?

That interaction goes absolutely nowhere. Hope you're happy.

"Mitsukuni, it's time to go." Mori-senpai said to the poor, dead, kind hearted, innocent, adorable, cake loving, very dead, sweet, stuffed animal loving, little Honey-senpai, who is now dead. *Tears*

"Hey Mori-senpai, can you help me do things on the roof? Honey should 'sleep' longer. You know how he is without his nap."

Mori-senpai followed Tamaki to the roof.

"Take off your shoes. We don't want to dirty the roof" Tamaki said (Japanese suicide tradition you uncultured swines!).

Use to Tamaki's weird requests, Mori did.

*One body pushed off a roof and fake suicide note later*

"One more to go." Tamaki told himself, like a freaking murderous idiot.

"Local cousins Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka and Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka were found dead. Honey was found with arsenic, and that was found with our amazing AMERICAN poison detectors. Because what better country than the God beloved merica'. Speaking of America, the dead kid named his stuffed bunny Usa, after the good old U.S.A.. Anyway, Mori's is believed to have committed suicide after the death of that short kid with the America bunny. His shoes were off and his note said 'I can't go on now that my Honey is gone. I have now committed suicide, NOT MURDER! And I couldn't go to America, the beautiful. Oh say can you seeeee! Sincerely Mori.' Wasn't that a great letter!" The American news reporter said as a tear of joy rolled down her face, "Oh say we do see, dear child. America."

"I knew adding that America part will make me get off scott-free. Now for the shrine of my beloved." Tamaki said to himself.

He walked into a locked room next to his. This room was roughly 513.64 square feet. The white carpet was woven cotton, silk and small traced of finely ground almond. Four walls, three of which were 5.54 inches thick, the one facing the perimeter of the house was 87.114 inches thick, surrounded the room and were painted a light frisky yellow sun drop color. The ceiling was 122.898 inches above the floor, and colored a milk with two drops of decalf coffee shade. Oh ya, and it was coved top to bottom with pictures of Haruhi, stuff he stole from Haruhi, multiple stuffed animals with Haruhi's face taped on them, and three life size cardboard cut outs of Haruhi.

Tamaki started chanting ancient African rituals on love that he read off the internet.