Author's Note: Thank yo uall for reading the Halloween fic. It was an idea that came to mind ut it is completely unconnected to this story arc. This chapter is back tothe Mori-Haruhi arc, and there will be several more chapters after this, filled with drama and angst. Hope you all enjoy.

It was a quiet afternoon on the third music room. It was after hours and the majority of the hosts were still gathered. Hikaru and Kaoru had left for their mother's design studio, they were needed for some modeling and some fittings, and while they tried to drag Haruhi along with them, Haruhi managed to escape from their clutches into the safe corner of the music room occupied by Mori and Hunny. Mori and Hunny sat talking while Haruhi made use of the table to do her homework. Kyoya sat on the couch, working on the club ledgers, and Tamaki, well that is where the problem lay.

"Haruhi, my precious daughter, come spend time with me. I bought this wondrous new—"

Tamaki stopped as Haruhi paused in her writings, her pencil hovering just above the paper.

"I am doing homework. You are bothering me." She didn't look at him, but from the sounds of it Tamaki retreated into a corner, pouting. A glance at Mori and Hunny confirmed this and Haruhi sighed.

It did not take Tamaki long to recover, however, and soon he decided upon a different tactic to spend time with his precious daughter.

"Okaa-san, our daughter is mean to me." He fell on the couch beside Kyoya with a sigh and Kyoya did not look up from his typing. Tamaki pouted on the couch, and began to watch Haruhi. It was her laugh that caught his attention, and the smile that she directed towards Mori, a look in her eye.

"Kyoya!" Taaki gasped and clutched Kyoya's arm. "The impossible has happened. It is unallowable." Tamaki's voice was hushed, an impassioned whisper, but to Kyoya's relief he didn't sound hurt.

Kyoya glanced at Tamaki out of the corner of his eye, glancing briefly away from his ledger.

"You noticed then. I wondered how long it would take for you to notice."

"I will not allow it. My daughter is not allowed to date."

Kyoya sighed. "Tamaki, do you really think that your objections will make any difference at all?"

"She is my daughter—"

"She is Ranka's daughter. She is your friend." Kyoya nodded towards Haruhi. "Look at them Tamaki."

Tamaki obeyed, watching Haruhi talk with Mori, frowning as Mori leaned closer to Haruhi, showing her how to solve a particularly complex problem. When Tamaki spoke his voice was sullen.

"She looks very happy. Mori is smiling. It is not allowable. Only I am allowed to—"

"Don't be a fool." Kyoya snapped and Tamaki turned to him with wide eyes.

"You care about her yes?"

Tamaki nodded.

"She is your friend."

Tamaki nodded again

"If you wish to remain her friend and if you wish her to remain your friend, and a host, I would suggest that you let Haruhi pursue her own happiness. Forcing your idea of happiness for her into her life will only push her away."

Tamaki blinked at Kyoya. "But Kyoya she, I…"

"Tamaki, this has been going on for months now. Leave her be."

"MONTHS!" Tamaki shrieked and collapsed on the couch in a dead faint.

The shriek caught Mori and Haruhi's attention, drawing both their gazes to the young man.

"It seems that he finally noticed." Haruhi smiled at Mori, and he nodded.

"Hmm."

"We should find some way to repay Kyoya for handling Tamaki so well." Haruhi mused and then laughed. "Ignore that, I am sure that it would be added to my debt."

"It will not be." Mori state and Haruhi glanced at him puzzled. "Your debt will not increase because of me."

"Thank you, Takashi." Haruhi lowered her voice as she spoke, turning back to her homework.

He smiled and laid a hand on her head, ruffling her hair. The look in his eye as she glanced at him told her much. It said that he was happy to help her, to protect her, to spend time wit her, and it held the promise of kisses later.