Author's Note: Hello peoples! Thankies for all the reviews (I didn't expect as many as I got, but you guys made me so happy!) Here we have ch 2, in which the Twins get a good dose of Haruhi's awesomeness.

Chapter 2: The Twins

Haruhi stood in the unused bathroom again during break, looking at herself in the mirror again. She was still wearing her boy's uniform, but she had again attached the fake ponytail. She turned her head side to side, so she could see it more clearly. Did it really make her look that feminine? She took off the blazer and loosened the white shirt underneath, allowing her small chest to protrude. It lifted the fabric only slightly, but noticeably. The big, baggy sweatshirt she'd worn on the first day of school would have hidden her chest just as well as the constricting dress shirt. Was the difference really that big?

She looked at her watch. It was five minutes into an hour long break. Tamaki shouldn't be at the gazebo yet, his classroom was far away, while hers was right near the bathroom and the entrance. That was actually how she'd wound up finding this place, trying to duck the twins as they left class so she could get a bit of studying done before she had to be at the Host Club. She glanced down at her bag, sitting innocently at her feet, a bit of white fabric peeking from the corner.

She wasn't going to go meet Tamaki. She wasn't. He'd forced her to promise, he'd gotten her into this mess with the Host Club, he was not the type of person she wanted to get involved with, the kind of person she could trust. He was no good for her, nothing good would come of getting more involved with him than she absolutely had to. Even considering what he said, it didn't matter, he was fickle and untrustworthy. Tomorrow he'd give the exact same list of compliments to some other girl, maybe he already had!

And yet somehow she found herself outside in the bright sunshine, her white dress flowing behind her as she made briskly for the gazebo.

It wouldn't be right to just leave him out there, she told herself as she walked. Admittedly what he'd done to her hadn't been exactly right either, but she wasn't going to stoop to his level. She had promised, even if it had been at clock-hand point, and she wasn't the kind of girl to break a promise. She'd just go and tell him that she didn't need him to make up for anything, she didn't care and didn't want any more to do with him.

When she reached the gazebo she looked around anxiously for Tamaki. He was nowhere in sight, and as she stepped into the cool of the shade she sighed dejectedly. Of course. She spent all that time and energy thinking and worrying about Tamaki wanting her to get involved with him, and here he'd already forgotten about her.

She leaned against one of the pillars holding up the roof, wondering what to do next. Should she wait? What would be the point? He'd probably forgotten, or had just promised to meet her again to be, who knew, nice or something. Then again, he had been pretty adamant about her coming back. Why go to all the trouble if he didn't intend to show up anyway? Maybe . . .

"Been waiting long, Princess?"

Haruhi jumped and spun around. Tamaki had one hand on the other side of the pole she'd been leaning on, peering around it into the gazebo.

"Tamaki-senpai!" she said automatically, clutching at her heart.

Tamaki blinked, then smiled slightly. "I'm sorry Princess," he apologized, his voice and eyes misted over with seduction, "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"You startled me, is all," Haruhi insisted shakily, straightening and brushing off her skirt.

"It seems all I do is apologize to you," Tamaki sighed, looking at her with an overly sorrowful expression. "Can you forgive one who has done you so many wrongs?"

"Just forget it," Haruhi mumbled, looking aside.

"Dear Princess, please!" Tamaki cried, one great stride carrying him into the shade and well into Haruhi's personal space. "You shouldn't give your pardon so easily! How can you forgive such a miserable creature with so little thought!"

Haruhi frowned slightly. "You know Senpai," she muttered, somewhat annoyed, "that's called fishing for compliments."

Tamaki looked at her like she'd just slapped him across the face. He hung his head. "I . . . I'm so sorry, Princess," he said in low voice. Suddenly, just like the day before, he took both her hands in his, swiftly and suddenly, and looked up at her with tearful eyes.

"Please, tell me what I can do to make it up to you!"

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "Just don't do stuff like that," she told him bluntly, "it makes me uncomfortable, ok?"

Tamaki stared openly at her for a minute, before his face softened into a dreamy, fond smile. "Well, what can I do to make the lovely Princess more comfortable?" he asked.

Haruhi blanked, not sure how to deal with this new development. Somewhere in the back of her mind it occurred to her that she'd quite lost sight of her original plan.

Suddenly Tamaki's eyes widened slightly, and he grinned at her. "I know!" he said excitedly, "why don't you come to the Host Club this afternoon? I'll make sure you are showered with every luxury and affection! I assure you, you will be treated like the Princess you are!"

That was an incredibly bad idea. If she went to the Host Club as Haruhi the girl, Haruhi the boy wouldn't be there to be a host and pay off his debt. Then again, Haruhi the girl would probably be almost instantly recognized as Haruhi the boy by the other members of the club, since she was pretty sure none of them were quite as blind as Tamaki.

"Um," she tried, a blank expression on her face as she wondered how to refuse in a way that wouldn't make him suspicious.

Tamaki's mouth fell open at her blank look. "Princess!" he said incredulously, "Do you not know of the Host Club! A lovely young girl such as yourself should be at our club room, being pampered and entertained by beautiful young men, like myself! But, can it be that you've never been there before?"

"No," Haruhi said hurriedly, without thinking, "really, I go there everyday."

It was Tamaki's stunned silence that brought home to her just how big a mistake that had been.

"H-how," Tamaki stammered, staring openly at her. "How can that be? I . . . I'm sure I'd never seen you before yesterday. I'm sure I'd know those eyes anywhere. And yet, I find out you've been in and out of my own club room, without being greeted at least once by me, and without your lovely eyes being burned forever into my memory?"

He moved his hands from her own to grasp her shoulders and pull her closer to look deeply into her eyes.

"How is it that such a beauty could possibly escape my notice!"

"I," she squeaked, "I've been there every day since school started. You've never noticed me once, Senpai."

Tamaki looked as though his entire world had been shattered. He fell to his knees, staring in shock at the floor beneath Haruhi's feet.

Oh man, she thought, Kyoya-senpai's gonna kill me. This time I broke Tamaki!

"Princess," he whispered, still staring blankly at her feet. She sighed and knelt down in front of him, cupping his cheek gently as she lifted his head so he was looking at her face. He stared at her incredulously for a moment, then did something odd.

He closed his eyes, as though in exhaustion, and leaned sensuously into her touch.

Quickly Haruhi withdrew her hand, but immediately Tamaki's shot out to follow it, grasping it tightly. He gazed deeply into her eyes.

"Your touch is so soft, Princess." he whispered, "You're . . . so gentle."

Haruhi swallow. "I . . ."

"Please," Tamaki besought, looking up at her with complete longing, "come to the music room this afternoon, after school, when everyone's cleared out. You don't have to be shy, I promise I'll be alone. Wear the clothes you usually wear. I . . . I'll make it up to you. I know, seeing you there, I'll remember your name."

He reached up, cupping her cheek, pinning her with his gaze so that she didn't move away. "I know I will remember those eyes."

Well, she could hardly say no.

-That Afternoon-

This was a really dumb idea.

Haruhi stood in front of the music room doors, hand outstretched towards the handle, trying to decide whether to go in or turn around and run like hell.

She was still wearing her boy's uniform.

Well, he had told her to come dressed in the clothes she normally wore to the host club. Even though she knew it would all be over if he recognized her, she still wanted, oddly, to do as he'd said. It wasn't practical, and Haruhi was usually always practical, but some part of her wanted to meet him. Somewhere deep down, she wanted him to recognize her.

For a moment, standing before the door, she let herself think that this might actually make things better for her. Perhaps the misunderstanding might somehow work to her benefit. Tamaki might even let her off the hook, if he could convince Kyoya. She hated the feeling that she was using him, but really, it wasn't like she'd seduced him to get out of her debt. He'd sought her out. He'd backed her into the vase, he'd mistaken her for a boy, he'd been the one to orchestrate this whole mess from the beginning. If anyone was being used it was her!

She took a deep breath, swallowing her racing heart. She'd go inside, tell Tamaki the truth and explain everything. Then maybe she could begin to sort this whole thing out.

She pulled down the cold brass handle and pushed the door open, stepping slightly inside to peek around the door.

"Tamaki-senpai?" she asked quietly, glancing around.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki cried, looking up at her from his seat in front of the piano which had been wheeled into the middle of the floor, apparently since she had left. He stood up quickly, and with several long, brisk strides he came up to her, looking at her earnestly. She stepped fully inside, waiting for him to exclaim his recognition, but as he reached her he grasped her firmly by the shoulders.

"You can't be here right now!" he told her desperately, and a little loudly considering how close he was, not unkindly but with a clear note of urgency in his voice.

"Um, but," she protested weakly, but Tamaki would have none of it.

"Really, you need to go!" he cried, jerking open the door and nearly shoving her outside.

Once again, Haruhi was left staring at the closed door of the music room.

It took a few moments, but shock eventually gave way to anger.

That, that, jerk! How dare he . . . manhandle her that way! Admittedly it wasn't exactly the first time he'd invaded her personal space, or the first time he'd grabbed her forcefully, but this time it had hurt! She rubbed her arms, frowning angrily at the door, as she tried to soothe the dull ache just bellow her shoulders where he had held her. Judging by the pain, she would probably have bruises there tomorrow.

Haruhi turned on her heel and stalked off, picking up her bag from where she'd left it by the door. Quickly she made her way to the bathroom where she changed, furiously pulling on the white dress and attaching the fake ponytail to the back of her head. She glared at herself angrily in the mirror. Did this getup really matter that much to Tamaki? Was she really that different wearing girl's clothes?

No. Whether she was a boy or a girl didn't matter, or at least it shouldn't have. It matter to Tamaki though, it mattered so much that he'd been willing to practically throw her out of a room. Suddenly she was reminded of everything she hated about Tamaki, and rich people in general. They were shallow and superficial, only judging based on how something looked, on how someone looked. They saw nothing.

Haruhi stormed from the bathroom and headed back toward the music room, taking long, brisk strides as she planned what she was going to say to Tamaki. She would confront him about how he only judged her based on her looks. She would tell him off for being so shallow, and tell him flat out she never wanted to see him again. If he figured out her identity from her anger, then so be it. She was going to give that rich snob a piece of her mind!

"Well hello there beauty," purred a voice off to her left.

Haruhi started, then glared angrily around, expecting to see Tamaki waiting for her since she wasn't far from the music room.

Instead, Hikaru stared at her with smoky eyes, leaning against a nearby pillar.

"I don't think we've seen you around," continued Kaoru in the same purr, coming out from behind the pillar across from Hikaru's. He mirrored his brother's stance, fixing her with an identical smoky gaze.

Haruhi rolled her eyes, her anger returning, accompanied by impatience, now that shock had once again faded.

"I don't have time for the two of you!" she snapped, forgetting to marvel at their failure to recognize her as she turned back to her original course and stormed off again.

She didn't get very far. Not two paces down the hall the twins darted out in front of her, leaning on each other and blocking her way.

"Move it or lose it!" she snarled, but stopped short just in front of them when they didn't budge.

"Well now, this is interesting isn't it?" Hikaru remarked, looking her up and down with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Yeah," agreed Kaoru, giving her the same once over with the same expression, "I think you should tell us your name."

"You know my name," Haruhi snapped, very much annoyed, "you just don't remember that its mine. Let me pass."

The twins, however, were staring at her blankly.

"We don't know you," Hikaru stated, blinking.

"Yes you do!" Haruhi insisted, forgetting to be afraid of being discovered. "You just don't recognize me!"

"From where?" Kaoru queried, still looking blankly at her.

"The Host Club of course!" Haruhi said exasperatedly, crossing her arms over her chest.

They paused a moment, staring at her.

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "Will the two of you please move!" she demanded.

Suddenly the twins, at exactly the same moment, sprouted identical looks of pure mischief. They grinned almost menacingly at her, then pulled from nowhere two matching green hats.

"We'll let you pass," Hikaru agreed, his eyes dancing with a dark playfulness.

"If you can guess which one of us is Hikaru." Kaoru finished, the two of them beginning to weave around each other in an effort to confuse her.

Haruhi just rolled her eyes again, waiting for them to finish.

"So, which one of us . . ."

"Is Hikaru?"

"You are!" said Haruhi confidently, pointing at Hikaru. "I can tell because your voice is a little bit lower, and you look just a little bit more mischievous. Now, out of my way!"

And with that she pushed past the stunned twins, leaving them staring amazedly after her.

Haruhi flung the doors of the music room wide, glaring at Tamaki as he stood hastily from the piano bench.

"Princess!" he cried, running to meet her, his face shining with happiness.

"You're officially not allowed to call me that!" Haruhi said loudly, closing the doors behind her with a bang.

Tamaki stopped short, looking at her anxiously. "Did I . . . did I do something wrong? What should I have called you?"

"My name!" Haruhi replied, now practically yelling, glowering fiercely at him. "You said you would remember it if I came here! So? What is it? What's my name Tamaki Suoh!"

Tamaki stared at her, his mouth hanging open. Then he glanced helplessly from side to side, beginning to worry at his bottom lip. For a split second the thought struck Haruhi that he looked incredibly cute like that, but she forced it angrily away. Tamaki was not cute, he was an arrogant rich jerk that needed to be taught a lesson.

Tamaki hung his head. "I . . ." he whispered, "I don't know. I thought I would remember if I saw you here, but I still don't know. I don't remember your name, koi."

Haruhi's heart stopped.

Had he just called her . . . 'love'?

"I changed my mind," she murmured, her voice having shrunk considerably, trying with little success to draw air into her lungs and suppress the blush staining her cheeks, "you can call me 'Princess'."

"No!" he said firmly, coming up to her. He didn't take her hands, merely stood before her, gazing determinedly into her eyes.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I should call you by your name!"

"But you don't remember it," Haruhi pointed out, blinking.

"Yes," Tamaki seemed to deflate a bit, then looked back up at her. "So, what would you prefer that I call you?"

"I told you, Princess is fine," Haruhi insisted, holding up her hands in surrender. "Its what you call all the other girls, isn't it?"

"Yes, but that's why I don't want to use it for you," Tamaki said earnestly, his brow furrowed in thought. "It just . . . doesn't seem to fit you."

"So I'm not a Princess anymore, huh?" Haruhi raised an eyebrow, not sure whether to be insulted or not.

"No," Tamaki whispered. He reached out a hand and cupped her cheek, pinning her with his gaze. She did not move away.

"You're so much more than a Princess," he continued softly, "you are, like I said before, an angel. Would you mind, if that became my name for you? Mitsukai?"

Haruhi swallowed. Mitsukai. Its was . . . a beautiful name. No one had ever wanted to call her by a beautiful name. No one had ever though she deserved one. Haruhi was a common name, just like she was a commoner. Plain and boring, just like her. But . . . Mitsukai . . .

"Alright," she murmured, letting her eyes fall to the floor as she tried to hide her blush. Tamaki, however, gripped her chin and turned her face back to his.

"Mitsukai, then," he whispered. He was very close. She could almost feel his breath on her lips.

Suddenly his intent became clear to her, and like the vase on the first day of school Haruhi's trance shattered. She lurched backward, crying out in pain as the door handle jabbed her in the small of the back.

"Angel, what . . .!" Tamaki cried in alarm, reaching for her again.

"No!" Haruhi panicked, whirling around and scrabbling at the door handle. "I have to . . ."

"No!"

There was a loud bang, and once again Haruhi found herself staring at the closed door of the music room.

Only now she was on the wrong side of it.

She was frozen with her hand on the door handle, listening to it rattle faintly as her hand shook. Tamaki was behind her, his chest pressed into her back, his hands on either side of her head, leaning against the door to hold it shut. She could feel his heart beating quickly against her back, and hear his slight panting on her right ear.

She wondered vaguely if the twins were still close enough to hear her scream.

"Mitsukai!" Tamaki choked out, making her start and gasp slightly.

She placed a hand over her mouth and turned slowly around so that she was staring at his chest.

"I have to go," she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. "I shouldn't have come here."

"No!" Tamaki cried, making her look up at him, shocked. His face was flushed, his eyes wide and desperate as he continued to lean on the door, preventing her escape.

He looked down. "Please don't go," he begged softly, "I . . . I don't want you to leave."

"Well I didn't want you to do a lot of the things you've done to me," she countered softly, dropping her hand and meeting his gaze steadily as he looked up at her questioningly.

"Did you try to kiss me, Tamaki-senpai?"

Tamaki looked pained.

Haruhi turned away, grasping the door handle again. "Really," she said, "I should never have come. I don't belong here. This is the last time, ok . . ."

"No!" Tamaki insisted again, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back around. "Don't say that! Don't ever say you don't belong here!"

"But I don't," she protested softly, "really, there's no reason I should have ever thought I belonged here."

"Then here's one," Tamaki said firmly. He leaned down until he was looking her straight in the eye.

"You belong here because I say you belong here!"

Haruhi stared at him. He couldn't possibly know what he was saying. He couldn't begin to . . .

"Now please," Tamaki continued, softer and with less intensity, as he took one of her hands and gently pulled her away from the door, "I spent all afternoon looking for this. I didn't want you to get here, only to have nothing for you. I have a surprise."

"What?" Haruhi asked blankly, not sure whether she was asking if she'd heard right or what it was.

Tamaki smiled a dreamy smile. "I found your song, Mitsukai."

"My . . . my song?" Haruhi repeated, confused.

"Let Me Be Your Wings," Tamaki told her, releasing her when she stood before the piano and going to sit at the bench. He showed her the sheet music resting on the stand, and Haruhi was surprised to find that it was indeed the song she'd been singing out on the gazebo. When she looked up Tamaki was staring at her, smiling contentedly.

He sat down at the piano, fingers poised over the keys.

"Sing for me?"

You will be my wings

You will be my only love

You will take me far beyond the stars

You will be my wings

You will take me high above

Everything we're dreaming of will soon be ours

Anything that we desire

Anything at all

Everyday you'll take me higher. . .

And you'll never let me fall.

Author's Note: So, how did you like the twins? No I'm not gonna just put one chapter for both of them, they'll get their own chapters later on. I'm still kinda focussing on Tamaki, but I'm also trying to gradually bring the rest of the Host Club into it. Next chapter, Kyoya!