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CHAPTER FIVE:

"What…what are you doing here, Haruhi?"

I sighed, turned around, and faced the music. "I just came in here to change. My dad's waiting for me, and…"

"So, you heard everything, huh?" he asked, his voice low and quiet.

After a deep breath, I admitted, "Yes, I did." I quickly added, "I won't tell anyone though, if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm not worried about that. After what just happened, school gossip is the last thing on my mind." Tamaki-senpai looked back to the wall and continued to stare at it blankly, so I began to make my way out the door. I mean, if he had nothing else to say, what was I waiting around for?

"Haruhi, wait."

Damn. "Yes?"

"I know you don't mind getting attention from the ladies."

"And?"

"Well, that being true, have you ever actually…fancied a lady?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Not really, but then again, I've never really been in love with anyone before. Boy, girl…whatever. So, I'm not really the best person to turn to for any kind of romantic advice, if that's what you're getting at."

Tamaki-senpai blushed upon hearing the word 'romantic', no doubt embarrassed that advice needed about his best friend could actually fit under that umbrella term. When his face changed from cherry to pastel pink, he was able to talk again. "Haruhi, I know it's not exactly traditional for a father to come to his daughter for advice, especially of this nature…I mean, it really should be the other way around, but…"

My eyes narrowed and a sweat drop appeared on my hair. "Senpai, you're not my dad, so don't beat yourself up about it."

"In the past, I'd talk to Kyoya about these kinds of problems. It didn't happen often, of course; I rarely had actual problems in the romance department," he said, smiling slightly proudly. I rolled my eyes. "But anyway, if I ever did need advice, I'd turn to him, and he'd analyze my problem in that supremely logical way of his…" At this point, Tamaki-senpai's smile was one of…dare I say it…affection? "He'd listen to me complain for hours on end, only to solve my crisis in less than a minute." His eyes now were dancing with fondness and nostalgia, and he barely even seemed like he was talking to me anymore.

He then seemed to snap out of his trance and looked over to me, finally looking me in the eyes. "Um…but now I can't really talk to him, can I?"

"I don't mind if you talk to me about it, but does it have to be right now? I have to get to this restaurant to meet my dad, and…"

"How do you know if your feelings for someone go beyond friendship, Haruhi?"

Great. He hadn't heard a word I said. Or at least the ones that didn't pertain to him. "Uh…like I said, I've never been in love, so I wouldn't really know. I'd guess it's kind of like a gut feeling type of thing, though."

"A gut feeling?"

"Sure." I closed my eyes for a moment and smiled. "My dad and mom started out as friends. They were friends for two years before my dad finally realized it was something more than that. I used to ask him how he suddenly knew, after such a long time as friends, that it could be different. And he said that it had always been different. He said that he just loved her in a different way than he loved his other friends and family. He always had; it just took him a while to see that difference and to understand what it meant." I shrugged. "I guess it's different for everyone, but my guess is that it's something you just feel..."

Before I could finish, I heard a new but familiar voice ringing in my ears. "Oh, Haruhi, there are more precise ways of figuring something like this out!"

Both Tamaki-senpai and I turned to see Hikaru and Kaoru entering the room, arms around each other like usual. "Hikaru? Kaoru?" Tamaki-senpai asked, nervous. "What…?"

"We heard the whole thing, boss," Hikaru stated flatly.

"Yeah, we were listening from outside the door the entire time," finished Kaoru.

Tamaki-senpai suddenly leaped out of his chair, his eyes completely white and slanted, his mouth a humongous square with what appeared to be shark teeth inside it. "How could you, you unscrupulous bastards?! That was a private moment and you think it's perfectly okay to listen in?! What if something had happened after the…um…well, what if things had gone further? I bet you would have set up a video camera too! You make me sick, and I…"

"Hey, hey, wait! We didn't hear you get all upset at Haruhi when you found out she was eavesdropping," Hikaru said in defense. He had a good point.

Tamaki-senpai began shaking his arms in the air and continued, in his enraged fashion, "That's different! Haruhi's my innocent little girl! She wouldn't ever mean to eavesdrop; she was just getting changed, and she had no choice!"

"Oh, yeah? Well, she did have a choice when she read Kyoya-senpai's diary," Kaoru pointed out. He then looked to me devilishly. "Isn't that right, Haruhi?"

Tamaki-senpai turned white and looked at me. He blinked at me three times with blank, circular eyes. "Haruhi? Is that…is that true?" He then shook his head wildly and his color returned. "No, you'd never invade Mommy's privacy like that! That's just not you!" He turned back to the twins, quickly furious again. "How dare you spread lies about my Haruhi like that? I have half a mind to…"

"No, Senpai. It's true," I said quietly. "We all stole Kyoya-senpai's diary, and we were all reading it. I was left alone with it, and I read more, and I put it on your desk, and…I'm sorry. I already apologized to Kyoya-senpai, though, and we're fine…"

Tamaki-senpai stared at me, obviously shocked and disappointed, but luckily, Hikaru came to my rescue. "Boss, you should be happy. If we hadn't read that diary and if Haruhi hadn't put it on your desk, none of this would have happened."

"Why do you assume I'm happy about what happened?" Tamaki-senpai asked. "Maybe I wish I didn't find out how Kyoya felt about me."

Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged unsure looks. Kaoru began, "Well, do you wish that or not?" Hikaru finished, "We're not mind-readers, you know."

"The worst thing is…I can't even read my own mind," Tamaki-senpai moaned dramatically. The twins and I stared at him, all on the verge of laughing. All of us also knew it wasn't the wisest move at the moment, though, so we kept our lips sealed.

Kaoru soon shook his head as if annoyed. "Listen, boss, it's not that complicated."

Hikaru continued, "Yeah, Haruhi can go on about love being a gut feeling, but for someone as oblivious as you…well, I just don't think that's gonna help much."

Kaoru offered, "It'd probably take you years to figure out if what you're feeling is love if you're just basing it on your own introspection and instinct."

"But we're here to help!" the twins said in unison. Hikaru then snapped his fingers, and Kaoru swiftly extracted a magazine from his jacket. I tried to read the name of the magazine, but I couldn't. All I could see was that—whatever the title was—it was printed in bold, fuchsia bubble letters, and I knew it must have been one of those periodicals geared towards teenage girls. I wondered why Hikaru and Kaoru would subscribe to such a magazine, but then again, I spent my school days living as a boy. I of all people had no right to box things in according to gender.

Hikaru cleared his throat and smiled. "All right, boss. Are you ready for the first question to determine if you love Kyoya-senpai?"

Tamaki-senpai looked down, unsure. I swear I could hear his heart actually pounding inside his chest. He then took a hefty breath and looked back up. "I'm ready."

"Okay! The first question is…"