Okay. I couldn't resist. This was just too fun to write and the reviews blew me away. I mean 7 reviews in the first few hours and first 100 hits? People must like it. (Edit: This was said on the first night.)

So…here's a second. It will definitely be continued. About…5 chapters, I'd say. It's just so, so much fun to write. I'm sorry in advance for the bit of Haruhi OOCness. The beginning was kind of forced, but the ending started to flow out. So I hope there isn't too big of a difference to notice.

Expect:

Only Humor in this chapter. And a cliffhanger, my pretties. :3

THANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEWED! ;------;

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Haruhi opened her eyes.

Where was she again?

…Tamaki's. Right…

She rolled onto her stomach and let out a heavy sigh. Feeling her head, she sighed again, but this time, out of pure relief. The hangover had ceased and in such relief, the heavens sang graciously.

Perhaps I should get moving. I can't exactly lie here all day.

She lifted her head from it's current comfort; resting on her crossed arms. A wave of dizziness swept over her loudly, making its presence known. The headache might have been gone, but that didn't mean the rest of the body was finished with its morning torture.

Morning.

"…What time is it?" She asked aloud to no one in particular.

"Ah, Miss Fujioka! You've awoken! …Erm…again!" A passing maid chirped happily with a chuckle, her arms full with an overflowing basket of (clean?) laundry. "I hope I wasn't mistaken, but did you ask about the time? I couldn't quite understand." She smiled brightly. Haruhi wasn't amused. And for once, laughter was not contagious.

"Yeah."

"It's approximately noon; 12:05 PM."

Haruhi's eyes widened. Was it that late? It really didn't feel like she slept that long. Maybe a half-hour? Hour? But almost three hours? Ridiculous! How could she! Utterly ridiculous! And after finals, too! She had to get back on a normal sleeping schedule! From, what, about 7:30 PM to 12 PM?-! Almost 18 hours! Oh, Mother in Heaven…! She…She could scream. Just scream.

The happy-go-lucky maid sensed the girl's distress; hopefully, she'd be able to at least tame the stressful spirit.

"Master Tamaki dismissed our requests for waking you earlier at around 8 in the morning, he said you needed the sleep from, what was it? Oh, 'the many all-nighters the young maiden spent studying' was the argument. Ah, well. You look well-rested, I suppose you did need it!" She chuckled again, though with a quick glance at "the young maiden's" now furious expression, she was thoroughly scared and surely wanted to escape what may be her demise. "Uhm…" her voice quivered, as she began to deeply bow despite the laundry basket. "I-If you'll e-excuse me…"

"Not yet." Haruhi raised her hand with an obviously fake, "I'm-going-to-kill-someone" (which most definitely was not fake,) smile. "Where is Tamaki?"

"I-I'm not sure I should give you that information…" she muttered, frightened, though her voice was regaining its polite cheerfulness.

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Tamaki sat at his computer desk, swirling in circles in his leather office chair. He. Was. Bored. And for once, had no inspiration. …At the moment. Even his broad vocabulary was temporarily reduced to unintelligent, simple, redundant, meaningless adjectives, verbs, and nouns. No one really cared about conjunctions.

He chewed on his cheap, blue pen (which was specifically bought for that purpose, he had ruined one too many good pens) considerably quicker. He roared subconsciously, leaning back further in his chair, which was still in motion.

And for a second, his mind sparked. Just for a second, he had an idea. He skipped to a stopped, which almost resulted in him flying directly out of the chair.

It was greatest idea known to the entire human race, to men, women, children, infants, cats, dogs, and even those pets that didn't really matter, like parakeets and gerbils, but were still pets anyway. This idea could end world hunger (A big bowl of rice for every single starving child!) and give homeless people a place to put a welcome mat (also known as a home!) It could win a Nobel Prize (which he would accept humbly), and land his name in textbooks all around the entire world (Like Washington Irving, Shakespeare, Ben Franklin, Paul Revere, etc…!)

…So the young man still retained some his flamboyancy. How could one ever expect that to ever fully subside and fall victim to maturity?

And in just a second, it was gone. The most marvelous, fabulous, world-effecting, world-renown idea…; gone.

Then again, the loud shouting of his name could be partially to blame for the derailing of his train of thought.

"Tamaki Suoh!"

The enraged cry was voiced right outside the door.

"Whahuh!" He was caught most off-guard and tilted back further curiously.

Fortunately, for the young man, he kept his door locked at all times, just in case a person of staff might just interrupt his current hobby on the computer (which is probably unknown to you readers currently). But this voice…it wasn't a maid, it was too scary. It positively wasn't a butler for femininity.

The doorknob jiggled intensely, as a foot ("Uh…?" he questioned), was repeatedly kicked against the lower part of the door. "Why isn't it opening?" she asked in frustration.

"Who's there?" He was afraid to find out. What— What if it was demon, coming to suck out his soul and send him to fiery, pits of Hell, and to Satan knows what? (AN: I had to. I had to include the Satan thing. xD) Tamaki's hand flew over his mouth. Oh, God! He was too young to die! He was ready to fly to the side of his bed on his knees and pray until his tongue would turn to dust! Instead, he just gripped the arms of his chair until his knuckles went a ghostly white.

The commotion came to an abrupt halt and the foot was heard sliding down the door.

"It's Haruhi. Open the door. I need to talk to you."

The girl coughed, probably to regain her usual composure. Such an uncharacteristic outburst was just too much. How she was able to lose her cool and collective personage was a mystery to all.

"I…I see. …Coming!"

Shocked. There was no other way to describe it. His Haruhi was violent. A-and destructive. Tamaki could hardly come to terms that, yes, Haruhi was sometimes an emotional person who was upset when she was angered. He slowly stepped to the door and undid the lock even slower, along with a large amount of precision. Taking quick steps back, he shut his eyes, expecting the worst.

Much to Tamaki's surprise, there was no explosions or fiery pits of Hell.

Much to Tamaki's surprise, the door gently opened and closed and very light footsteps lead themselves in.

Much to Tamaki's surprise, that when he opened his eyes, Haruhi simply stood there with a most unamused smile.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

So, he thought, that would bring the total of Host Club members that have trouble with sleep to four. Honey and Kyoya when they're just awoken, Mori when he's tired, and Haruhi…

"Tell me before I care to kindly elaboration about why you should not do that." She politely spat, beginning to force a glare in his general direction.

…when she's awoken as well, I see. He cringed.

He gulped loudly. Wow, was it always this hot in his spare office? Tamaki tugged at his collar, trying to loosen it to no avail.

"I-I thought that you m-might like the rest, b-because I heard y-you just got over finals, a-and the sleep would do you g-good…"

"It would not, Tamaki. As my senpai, you should understand how hard it is to stay to a sleeping schedule, in order to remain well rested and to allow your body to feel awake instantly in the morning. I recently started mine and it's been working wonders. My grades have shown improvement, I pay better attention is my classes, seminars, and lectures, and my routine is perfect."

When did she get that close? He took ungraceful steps back as she confidently picked up her heavy pace.

"T-That's good to hear!" Tamaki's off smile quickly vanished. Her glare had intensified greatly. In turn, he let a quiet whimper escape his lips.

"Since I did not wake when most normal people do, no thanks to you, I will have to start new. In Lament's Terms, I will be working hard to get back on with my usual sleep. My grades will probably suffer some and I will doze off in my studies. That said, I hope you're happy, Tamaki Suoh."

She jabbed a calm, yet infuriated, finger at him, square in the chest.

Though, she stopped short. Haruhi noticed she held an extended finger in the air, searching blindly for something that was obviously no longer there.

Where'd the prat go?

Her gaze averted everywhere from behind her to the ceiling, which at her height, looked very far away. It had to be three times her height. Which was sad, really. Was anyone in Tamaki's family that tall? Of course not. Why would you need to waste all that space just to accommodate someone's fancy urges for elaborate, high ceilings? Honestly, no one is about to pay much attention to the ceiling any time soon. Put simply, it was a shame. Ceilings are not a thing of great import, so why—

Her thoughts were cut short as an exaggerated groan came from the floor. Since when did rich peoples' floors groan?

She glanced downwards, only half-interested. And laughed.

There the prat was.

Flat on his back (or at least that was the only part of him that was flat) with his arms and legs sprawled in every direction, but somehow, they were resting on his fallen office chair in one way or another, Tamaki looked more ridiculous than he usual did. His frown was deepening by the second.

Now, if were one were to watch the scene play out in slow motion, they'd be holding their sides while rolling on the floor. To see an attractive blonde's indigo eyes widen and watch his head whip around his shoulder while his stomach dropped, seeing the premonition of what was about to occur before the young man did himself. To see his arms flail wildly and watch his feet try to find stepping that had disappeared just a second beforehand. To see his body fall, the back of his legs leaning against the edge of the leather swivel chair. It was too late to save himself, so why try?

And finally…

Finally, seeing his expression. Which strangely resembled something like this:

3:O

The man truly was a fool; that hadn't changed. Haruhi knew this as she shook her head with a smile, like a mother walking in on her son trying to make pudding himself. The little dirty boy and the big mess he made were most definitely hers. As such, it was her responsibility to clean it up.

She offered her hand.

"Get up." She ordered with a scowl, though her eyes screamed such difference. As did his.

"Fine." He huffed, retorting her unamused attitude. Haruhi pulled with all her might once he accepted, give her his own hand (gingerly, she may add). So, the boy was also heavy as well as a fool. Then again, comparing a 5-foot girl to a 6-foot full-grown male, it's quite obvious that she'd have some trouble trying to get him back on his feet.

Yet, in some way, she managed to pull off said task.

Once Tamaki's heart had stopped pounding out of fear that they may have ended up in a particular position similar to when they had visited her home, he waved a hand. Of course, it was the one that wasn't supporting him while he was bent over with his hands on his knees; he would have only proven Haruhi's "fool" point further.

"H-How about I make it up to you?"

"Hmm? Make what up?" She questioned while stretching her arms about her head. He was heavier than she'd imagined. Even with his somewhat lanky figure, he was heavy.

"That I woke you up early, of course." He chuckled and she returned his gesture with a smile.

"What exactly do you have planned?" Haruhi asked with a light happiness. He'd already made it up with providing a laugh, but hey, why not? What could the former King possibly have up his sleeve? After all, it couldn't be as horrible as the time when the twin's took her to that amusement park. The nightmare was still burned fresh in her memory. Haruhi gave an involuntary shudder just thinking about it.

"I thought that…we could go on a…date." He shrugged, rubbing the back of his head with a soft smile and slight blush.

Haruhi's eyes widened. "H-Huh?"

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Remember! It will be continued. By a lot.

I'm not sure where to go from here, but I do know at the same time. -sigh- I won't say it will be up soon but it will be up soon. …I'm not exactly making sense…. .-.;;

Much love,

Erin

:D

P.S.: I'm interested in finding a beta. Let me know if you're interested. You must have a good vocabulary, a good grammar sense, must be able to put up with my shenanigans and you must want to be my friend. :D I have to like you, and don't worry, I'm not harsh or anything. :O I warn you now, I'm not very consistent, so I may approach you at any time with a new chapter. Not a full-time gig, unless you'd like that.