They both sat in two chairs in the music room, both refusing to look at the other. Tamaki was pacing around the room with his arms flailing around and yelling some words that only he could understand.

"Would you shut up?" Hikaru finally said after what seemed like years of ranting.

Tamaki put his arms down and looked at him confused. "H-Hikaru!" he yelled with his prince-like hand motions. "I am offended by your way of words!"

"Shut up!" Hikaru yelled louder. "Do you think I'm joking? I don't want to hear your annoying voice for another second!"

Tamaki stared at him oddly. Haruhi and Kaoru looked at them back and forth as the only ones who knew what was going down. "Hikaru," Tamaki said in his serious voice, "I don't know what's been up with you lately, but I will kindly ask you to stop this immediately. You seemed to of brought Haruhi into this, too, and I don't want you to bother her with this anymore!"

"I'm bothering her?" Hikaru replied angrily. "You're the one always looking over her shoulder! You hover around her like she belongs to you when she doesn't and I'm sick of it!"

With his face hung low, Tamaki turned around toward the door. "Thank you all for the party…" he said softly, "but I think I will go now." He walked out with an expression on his face in which nobody could read.

Hikaru stormed in the other direction, toward the dressing rooms the host club used for their costumes. He sat down on the white bench and lifted his uniform from his bag. He changed out of his commoner's attire quickly and peeked out to see if anyone was still there. Sure enough, Kaoru and Haruhi had stuck around to have a talk with him.

"Hikaru!" they both said simultaneously.

Hikaru closed the curtain again and went back inside the dressing room. Kaoru came in anyway and sat down next to him. "Do you need to talk?" he asked sincerely.

Hikaru turned away bashfully. "No…I mean…"

Haruhi came in and sat down on the other side of him.

"It's nothing." He said.

Kaoru frowned and sat back in his seat. "Hey, Haruhi," he said, "would you mind going to check on Tamaki?"

She nodded and went out for them to talk. She went down the hall and asked a group of host club-going girls if they had seen Tamaki pass by.

"Oh yes he did…" one girl said sadly. "He went into the new auditorium where the orchestra usually plays. He seemed angry about something. I tried to give him his birthday present earlier…but he just walked right past me." She turned around and overly-dramatically sobbed on her friends shoulder.

Haruhi nodded. "I'm sure he would be happy to take your gift any time…but right now he isn't feeling well, so why don't you comfort him about it later?" Haruhi smiled and the girls sighed lovingly.

"Oh! Yes Haruhi!" they all said blushing.

Haruhi turned around quickly and ran toward the double doors. When she reached them, she heard piano music playing loudly across the room. She stepped in, and the music fell silent. Tamaki was up on the auditorium stage playing the piano to himself.

"Haruhi…" he said, getting up from his seat. "I thought you were with Hikaru and Kaoru."

Haruhi walked onto the large stage and looked out at the empty chairs. "I felt like I needed to talk to you. This is my fault, senpai…"

"Don't you talk like that!" he said defensively.

"But senpai—"

"I shouldn't be so protective of you…" he interrupted, "You deserve more space." He stood up as if the conversation was over.

"B-but senpai! I don't have a problem with your protective ways..." she stepped closer, "I mean, sure it's annoying, but without it, I wouldn't have anything to keep me motivated in the day…"

Tamaki closed the piano. "Motivated, huh?" he looked up at her and smiled. "Oh how sweet! You love your daddy's over-protectiveness?" he blushed and spun around as if he weren't sane—just the way he usually was. "But wait!" he held a finger up to her face as if disappointed. "Just why were you and that shady twin, Hikaru, all over each other in the fountain today? You must tell daddy what went down this morning!"

Haruhi laughed nervously and turned around. "Well I guess it's about time to open those presents, huh?" she volunteered.

"Don't change the subject!" Tamaki yelled outraged. "Its daddy's birthday today and he demands information!"

"I don't know what you mean." She said straight forward. "Nothing unusual happened this morning; we just fell…that's all…"

"Don't lie, Haruhi." Tamaki pressed on.

Haruhi spun around to look at him. "What do you think we were doing?" she stalled.

Tamaki blushed. "I-I don't know!" he yelled. "Something naughty…?"

Haruhi choked. She didn't know if what they attempted was "naughty" or alright. "Senpai…" she said hesitantly, "why do you care if we did anything like that in the first place?"

Tamaki stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "Because I care…" he said with his head facing the floor. "I don't want you to get hurt Haruhi."

"But this is Hikaru we're talking about, right?" she said defensively. "Why would you think he would hurt me in any way? You're just as jealous as him, aren't you?"

Tamaki didn't say anything. "So you like him like that…" he gave a tired-looking smile. "I'm almost glad…My beloved Haruhi is growing up and drifting away from me so quickly…" he chuckled and put out a hand. "I'm sorry we had this argument. Let go back to the music room." He laughed and tilted his head as if to charm her.

Haruhi didn't take his hand. She just turned around to leave. "No way in hell I'm skipping down the hall with you." She said walking out.

Tamaki walked close behind her, sulking about the neglect he felt from her. The large doors opened to the host club, already serving the young women who came regularly.