Day Two

Meeting Tamaki sempai

The next day, my heart was still racing from the encounter. I actually had to tend to a doctors son's wound. Oh, what a day in the book of my life. Simply having him speak a single word to me seemed an event, but nothing like what happened today.

After yesterday's encounter with Kyoya sempai, I had hardly been able to speak. I gave answers only when necessary, but my vocal cords simply wouldn't work. I had been trying to breathe all day, and my breath was about to be stolen again.

The courtyard was quiet. Not a soul. It was surprising for the school to be this desolate. I suppose all the girls were in Music Room 3# while the boys were at home or in the library working on homework. Exactly where I was going. Home. Walking the two and a half miles home. I sighed at the thought.

Suddenly, when I realized that I'd zoned out, I was woken up by screaming. I went to look behind me, but there was suddenly a hand covering my mouth. Just so where it was light, but enough so to keep me quiet. I was practically carried to outer edge of the courtyard on the other side of a marble pillar where I was pinned against it, another hand gripping my wrist to the wall.

I wanted to cry out in protest, but then I realized who was holding me like that. His body just close enough to keep me pinned, yet far enough to grant me personal bubble. Minus his hand over my mouth and hand keeping my arm still. There was only one person who could pull of the perfection of what was going on, but she wasn't entirely sure it was him. It was probably just a pervert here for the jewel of a maiden, kept until marriage. Then, he spoke, "Quiet, Princess, they should never know of this."

"Who?" I wanted to ask, but a crowd of screaming girls ran past. I could practically see the hearts in their eyes through a slab of rock for this host. The host who was pinning a breathless, motionless me to a pillar being kept quiet by the hand that never went this far. There was a long, long, long pause after the girls past. It seemed endless, this slightly awkward pause. "Apologies, Princess," he said, turning his gaze from the courtyard to a gentle finger under my chin, lifting my dark green eyes to his lavender ones, "Honey sempai must have given them a little too much sugar."

I gently pushed him away, smiling softly. He seemed a little shocked at my silent refusal. I walked back into the sun and bent to get the book I had dropped in his haste to get us hidden, but he beat me to it. "Allow me." he said, dusting it off a little before handing it to me.

"Thank you, sempai." I said politely, hoping he couldn't hear my heart thrumming in my chest.

"You're very welcome, Princess. If only I could be a servant to you to see your beautiful face all day long." he said in a soft voice.

"Cut the crap." I sighed, turning away from him, "I know it's all fake."

"What?" he asked, sounding confused instead of depressed.

"You only say that stuff to make people happy. You say things they want to hear. I do want to hear stuff like that," I admitted, "but only when it actually means something. See, that's what they want. The more you mean to them, the more romantic it is." Tamaki stared at me, wide-eyed. I bowed to him, a calm smile on my face and I turned around to walk away. The sound behind me could either be Tamaki's depression, or his jaw hitting the ground.

"H-how did you see-?"

"I observe." I cut him off, "Now if you don't mind, I have homework to do."

Suddenly, he was in front of me, striking a pose with a red, luscious rose in his fingers, his slender fingers long and elegant. Sparkles and stars filled the vision around him a moment before I blinked and shook it off. "Are you sure what I'm saying is fake?"

"Yes. There really isn't a single one in there who speaks the truth. Hikaru and Kaoru lie by not telling the truth if the girls guess right on their game. Mori and Honey sempai really pull it off with their intimate connection. Kyoya sempai... isn't requested much, and is handling the accounting. You... make girls fantasize about what you would say to them, and they you act as if you're in a dream with them, telling them exactly what they want to hear. The only one-" he could see this coming, "Who is naturally sweet, and says honest things is Haruhi." Tamaki sempai turned white, "And I have to say that only because I know him so well."

Tamaki stared at me with his jaw dropped open for the longest time, dropping the flower. While he was in this shocked state, I walked casually by him, adding, "He is my best friend after all."

I could feel Tamaki's gaze on my back, but I ignored it. This was going in the book, too. I mean, interactions with both of them. I turned, and called back, "I'm Demiya Yamazaki by the way, so don't call me Princess. I guess that's why you call them that. Because you don't bother to learn their names." I continued forward, wondering what brought me to say that.

"Demiya Yamazaki?" Haruhi asked a few minutes later once the guests had left, and all the hosts were together, having one last cup of tea together before the weekend. "It does ring a bell." Actually, it rang quite a few. Demiya Yamazaki. Her best friend since she was very young. She helped Haruhi through the death of her mother.

They were together all the time until Demi's father won that award and got several million dollars to fund research, and then another few million as a paycheck. Then her mother, who was from America, which explains her red-tinted hair and green-tinted eyes, followed after her husband and got a few million. Now, Haruhi supposes, she goes to Ouran. Not surprising. In fact, she was looking for Demiya everywhere, but found no luck until Kyoya busted his arm.

Haruhi, once she got over her shock of seeing the friend that she hadn't seen since the sixth grade, she pretended that it was my shock over Kyoya's fall. Demi hasn't been able to see Haruhi since sixth grade, so she supposes Demi has a new best friend, and of course she has a dream. Haruhi thinks Demi recognized her, because she smiled at Haru-Chan before she left with Kyoya sempai, or maybe it's because she forgot about Haruhi, and thinks she's a guy and has a crush on her. That would be a little creepy.