Here the next chapter, or interlude, this one in centered on Tamaki. Interludes will usually be shorter than chapters. This one is full of Tamaki angst… I've always wanted to try and write some…This one practically wrote itself. I'm really happy with this one. Millions of thank yous for all your reviews telling me that your reading this. Hope this one is just as smooth as the others. Enjoy and please review.

Diclaimer: I do not own Ouran

Warning: some language

Hole in the Wall Interlude

To be lost in ones own heart is truly something to pity. A heart too full perhaps, cannot fill with the passion most would associate, but with deception and conceit.

"THAT DAMN BASTARD!" Tamaki's had hit his desk with a loud thud, he partially hoped it would bring back Haruhi. He also hoped it would somehow contact Kyouya Ootori.

He wanted Kyouya and Haruhi to be happy. Whatever it took, he wanted them to be happy. Tamaki just didn't expect that they would find happiness in each other. The whole engagement thing in general came as a complete surprise to him. How had Kyouya gone through this without any of his opinion? Without telling him first. Tamaki was Kyouya's best friend, they were even more than friends for a short while. Tamaki couldn't begin to filter through the many reasons why he was so confused. He hated to admit it, but he'd done the same thing to Kyouya. He'd told Haruhi that he loved her, without any input from Kyouya. But Tamaki had to reason, compared to what Kyouya did his little confession was just child's play. They were still so young. Just like children. Kyouya and him. Maybe Kyouya had chosen Haruhi because he wanted his word in before his father could pick someone for him. Kyouya really was the smart one. The second Haruhi left, Tamaki was sold off to a rich girl of a French Company. Maybe he should have asked Haruhi to marry him back then before she left. When he thought about it, it seemed kind of preferable, but too much for a seventeen year old, which he was back then, to handle. If he had, how different would his life now be? What would Kyouya be doing? Maybe both their places would have been switched. He would be the one telling Haruhi he loved her, he would be the one slipping the ring on her finger. In the end, he was just too hopeful.

Tamaki slumped to floor next to his desk. He squeezed his eyes closed. They were stinging with tears he didn't want to fall. He'd scared Haruhi. His head dropped into his hands. He thought he was doing the right thing by telling her to refute him. Kyouya, his best friend, his lover, his confidant.

Tamaki had so many memorable moments with Kyouya. From, teasing each other about homework, to discussing their distinct points of view, to holding hands when no one was watching, to his first kiss with him. Tamaki had to forget all of it. His breathing was rugged and the tears began to seep from beneath his eyelids. Through his messy sobs, he was now on his hands and knees. The small tears falling with tiny splashes near his hands. He was reduced to a depraved prince. He chuckled at what he'd become. What a mess he was, he would surely be disowned if he was seen like this by anyone. It wasn't like his wife couldn't hold up the business on her own. Tamaki felt like he was fooling himself, of course Haruhi cared about him, of course Kyouya cared about him. Then why was he feeling so forgotten?

Why did he want Haruhi to refuse him so bad? Tamaki thought long and hard about this. In the end, the only reason he could come up with was because he was jealous of his best friend. He couldn't be. Tamaki had always been so proud of what he had, never took anything for granted. And there he was grieving about the only things he'd taken for granted: Kyouya's friendship and Haruhi. What if they could share Haruhi? No way that would work, his wife wouldn't consent to that in anyway. Why not be happy with his wife. Whenever Tamaki thought about her, the only things he could think about were her remote similarities to Haruhi.

Though, to anyone else, his wife looked nothing like Haruhi. The long chestnut colored hair, the light colored eyes Tamaki would stare in for hours. Sometimes, against his will. Her partially commanding attitude, because of that attitude, Suoh company was driven towards greatness, buying up businesses left and right. Without the head of the Suoh Company's consent. That company's head being Tamaki himself. His grandmother praised him and herself for choosing such an independent wife. Though, her independence was rarely seen because she'd always give him the credit for all the stock in exchange for some intimate time. Tamaki always hated it when she called it that. Maybe back then, marriage night wasn't exactly his cup of tea, it turned out to be the most awkward night he'd ever experienced. He did not want to in the first place, but his grandmother had expectations and had to continually rise to meet them. Even if it meant going against his own morals, in that situation, morals had to take a back seat to tradition. His love for her was partial, as well as hers. He couldn't completely hate her. Especially after the fiasco during high school, quite a few months before Takashi and Mitsukuni had graduated.

Tamaki had to talk to Kyouya, he lifted himself using the side of his desk for help, wiping across his face with his sleeve, how pitiful. He thought to himself, he sighed, plopped himself down on the cushioned chair and laid his hand across the phone. He stared at it for awhile, the curvature of the wooden handle, how polished it was. Tamaki lifted it, his other hand on the dialing pad. The number he knew by heart felt so forgotten and untouched as his fingers slowly pressed at the numbers. Kyouya's private line, led straight to him, no filters to scope out conmen or prank calls. No one really knew about it, only him and Kaoru knew about it, maybe even Haruhi knew it now. Tamaki brought the phone to his ear, each small ring seemed deafening as he waited. His stomach flipped and his face began to burn. He felt just like a stupid school girl calling her crush for the first time.

"Tamaki?" His voice sounded curious but sure.

Tamaki himself froze where he sat. He partially didn't expect Kyouya to answer. But there he was being stupid again, Kyouya would never miss a call on his private line.

"K-Kyouya, how's it going?" Tamaki voice was cheery, but in his ears it sounded nothing but fake and loud.

"Tamaki? Something wrong?"

"Uh, why would you think tha-"

"Come on Tamaki, stop acting stupid, you and I both know that I know you better than that. Is this about my engagement to Haru-"

"Why would it be about that, I just wanted to congratulate y-"

"Tamaki. Get to the point or I'm leav-"

"WHY DID YOU DO THIS?"

Kyouya's side was silent for a few seconds, as if he was gathering his thoughts.

"Tamaki, be rational, I-"

"KYOUYA, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU KNOW I LOVED HER, I THOUGHT YOU MADE A PROMISE TO ME THAT YOU WOULDN'T FALL FOR HER!"

"Tamaki, for heaven's sake, let me finish for once."

"What then," Tamaki voice went dangerously low. "Kyouya."

"I'm sorry, for the inconvenience this has caused you."

There he went again, consoling him like he'd lost a pencil or failed a test. But, the only thing Tamaki could think about as he spoke was: why was I acting so damn selfish?

"Just when are you going to be serious for once, you don't mean that sorry. I know you don't."

Tamaki could only scarcely remember the sorry that Kyouya had told him years ago, the one he actually meant.

"I'm sorry." To Tamaki, this meant something, because Kyouya never said sorry. The words seemed so foreign coming from Kyouya's lips… so uncharacteristic.

The words played over and over in his head, he found himself silent, the way Kyouya said it, in the end, Kyouya really did mean it.

"Tamaki? Tamaki?"

"I'm sorry Kyouya."

"What for?"

"For blowing up like that, everything is just so stressful these days."

"Tamaki, I'll remind you, that's just your way of getting through to people, though truth be told, you don't usually cuss them out."

Tamaki chuckled slightly as he listened to Kyouya's melodious voice through the receiver.

"Please forgive me!" Tamaki was scratching at the telephone, as if hoping to reach Kyouya through it.

"Enough Tamaki, could we talk about this sometime tomorrow or something, I'm not one to put off a meeting, but it's getting late-"

"Can you apologize to Haruhi for me if you get the chance?"

"Sure-wait was she just over?"

"Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you-"

"Tamaki, you idiot stop saying sorry you were long forgiven."

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah guess so, call me again in the morning and we'll organize something."

"Okay."

"Night Tamaki."

"Night Kyouya.

Tamaki placed the telephone on the hook. Though his conversational voice was calm, he himself was bordering breakdown. His hands clutched at the sides of his desk. How could Kyouya be so calm about this? He was getting married for heaven's sake. Jealousy was beginning to creep in, Tamaki tried his hardest to avoid it, but the harder he tried, more anger built up inside him. He really didn't have a chance did he? Haruhi had never answered him. Was she too afraid to tell him the truth? The truth that Kyouya and her were falling together from the get go? Tamaki's hand scrambled across his desk he grabbed a picture to his right and brought it towards him.

There stood the whole Host Club. Haruhi and her wonderful smile; the twins and their identical haircuts; Mori and Hani Senpai, such opposites; himself, as sunny as usual; and Kyouya, his other half. He wasn't mad at Haruhi at all, Tamaki didn't really know what angered him. Kyouya? No. The phone call told Tamaki all he needed to know. Then just what was it? Tamaki abruptly stood up. He reached for the vase of flowers at his desk and threw them across the room. They landed in a flurry of water, glass, and ripe red roses, one white one.

Tamaki stared across the room, the picture dropped to the ground, a small crack edged its way along the side of the picture, right above Kyouya's face. He fell to his knees again. He stayed silent.

Across the room, against the marred cream colored wall was a small dent almost a hole left by the fallen vase of flowers.

Thanks for reading, any guessed to who Tamaki's wife is? She is not an OC. I kind wanted to use as many actually characters as possible. The only one so far was Tamaki's Butler^^ Don't worry this is going somewhere and from here on out, it gets sexierXD In a way, this whole interlude kind of makes me think Tamaki has an obsession with our glasses character. I don't really think Tamaki would cuss like that but what if he was pushed far enough? Anyway hope you liked, please review and they really do speed up the writing process, this one was written in its entirety today. Kind of proud of myself for that, but homework does slow it down, but not a whole lot. I'm just rambling now, sorry, hope you enjoyed, and please review^^

P.S. Should I change the title of this story?