The man led Tamaki along the sidewalk. "I'm a doctor at a nearby hospital. A few years back, two women came to the hospital. One said that she found this woman at the airport, speaking French and thinking it was Japan. She had no money, because she had spent everything she had to get here. She was tricked by a travel agency into thinking that they were giving her a ticket to Japan. She stayed with this woman for a few days in her hotel, but then she started to get sick. The woman brought her here. Since we didn't know what else to do, and she was too sick to tell us anyone we could call. We've been treating her for free. She's been doing better mentally, but her disease has been getting worse. We can't figure out what it is, or if there is even a cure. She's always asking for you, Tamaki. I think you should go see her."

Tamaki was speechless. This was the moment he had been waiting for ever since he left France. To see his mother again- it would make him the happiest person alive. He composed himself silently to avoid embarrassing himself in front of the doctor. "Yes, please take me to see her," he answered quietly. Tamaki took Haruhi by the arm and together they followed the doctor. In time, they arrived at the hospital. The doctor led them up the stairs. He knocked on the door. A nurse opened it.

"They've found someone related to this woman," said the nurse. "She's in there."

"I found her son," replied the doctor. "Such a strange coincidence. Well, her son's been waiting to see her, so let's bring him in."

Tamaki stepped inside the room filled with whirring machines and the smell of medicine. He was overjoyed to see his mother in the hospital bed, even if she did not look good. What surprised him, though, was the woman sitting at her bedside. "Grandmother?" he asked in shock.

She smiled, one of the only times Tamaki remembered her doing so. "We'll talk after you say hello to your mother. She's been waiting for you."

As Tamaki was talking to his grandmother, his mother's eyes began to fill up with tears.

"Hey, Tamaki," she said weakly.

"MOTHER!" He would have jumped on her to hug her, but she looked too weak for that. So he settled for hugging her a bit less violently. "It's so good to see you, Mother," he said.

"And you, Tamaki. You've grown so much! And I'm sure you're having fun in Japan."

"I am, Mother, don't worry." Tamaki's famed "natural tears" sparkled in his eyes.

"Tamaki, I love you."

"I love you too," he replied.

"I'm going to miss you."

"What?"

"Goodbye."

Tamaki's mother went limp in his arms. Haruhi watched in astonishment as tears began streaming down her Senpai's face. She had never seen him cry tears of sadness before. She walked out of the room and left Tamaki alone.

Haruhi sat down by his grandmother, who had been sitting on a bench outside. She didn't know what had just happened. "What's going to happen now?" she asked. "Does he get the estate?"

"Actually, after speaking with his mother, I liked her a little more. She really has had a tough lot in life. So, I decided just before you and Tamaki walked in to change the terms of our agreement. Tamaki could still see his mother, and become the heir to the estate when Mr. Suoh dies."

"That's great!" Haruhi exclaimed. "Although I guess it doesn't matter now. She's dead."

His grandmother's face fell. "That's terrible, for Master Tamaki especially. I was getting to like her, too."

Tamaki came out of the room, tears still streaming down his face. "Let's go home," he said quietly.

XxXxX

The Host Club organized the funeral for Tamaki. They all knew how much he loved his mother. The flowers laid out over her casket were incredible. The food was terrific. There was even fancy tuna. The whole event was well planned out. The cherry blossoms were blooming, and the scene was beautiful except for the casket. It was beautiful too, but it reminded everyone of Tamaki's painful loss. He never stopped crying during the entire funeral. He had a speech written, but Haruhi had to stand up and read it for him. The Host Club had never seen him this profoundly emotional. It brought them all to tears.

After the funeral, Tamaki sat as a construction truck began getting the dirt from a big pile and putting it on top of the casket, which had been lowered into the ground. Haruhi sat down next to him.

"Are you going to be okay, Senpai?"

"I'll be fine," he replied. "I'll get on with my life. I told myself that I'm going to grieve until she's buried. Then it's time to move on."

They both sat in silence as the truck put the last of the dirt on his mother and drove away.

"What are you going to do now?" asked Haruhi. "I'm leaving soon to go to college in America. You can come with me if you want. I don't know what skills you need for being the heir to the Suoh estate."

"What are you planning on becoming?" asked Tamaki.

Haruhi blushed a little. "I'm going to be a lawyer, just like my mom."

"Then I'm coming. The Suoh family is no longer going to have to pay for lawyers."

XxXxX

Tamaki and Haruhi waved to the rest of the Host Club as they went to get on the plane. They would be returning to Japan for vacations, but it would still be a long time before then. Who knows where Tamaki and Haruhi's relationship would go? They were going to be spending a lot of time together.

XxXxX

Tamaki and Haruhi were walking through the halls of their college on their way to their first class. Along the side of the hall, a boy was walking slowly. He seemed to be shy and afraid of going to his first class. Tamaki moved over and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hello! Would you be interested in joining a new club I'm starting?"

AN :'( Writing the funeral scene made me think about my grandpa's funeral. RIP, Grandpa, I love you.

Well, here we are. My first ever fanfiction finally finished. Thanks to anybody who is still reading :) Please review and all that good stuff. And go check out my story "The Wizard of Ouran" and my request fanfic "Host Club Letters" I'm actually going to continue "The Wizard of Ouran" now. Thanks for anyone who hung in there to the end.