Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters featured in the manga and anime. They are all proprty of Bisco Hatori. If I did own it, I'd have Mori to myself.

Haruhi walked into her classroom and found Hikaru and Kaoru already seated at their desks. She took her seat between them, startling them out of their daydreams.

"Haruhi!" they cried out as one. "Are you all better now?" They hugged her between them tightly, clutching desperately, so relieved they felt like they could cry.

A part of her winced at being touched but she ignored it, not wanting anything to really change.

"I'm fine," she said in a carefully bored voice. "It was just a cold."

"But, Haruhi, you didn't even talk to us over the weekend," they whined. "Ranka-san just said that you were sick and didn't feel like talking to anyone."

"And that we'd see you on Monday," Hikaru added by himself.

She smiled at them, an empty smile. "Sorry, guys. I was sick and didn't feel like being around anyone. I didn't mean to make you guys worry."

They stopped hugging her and stared, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Kaoru asked.

"Yeah, you're acting weird."

"Um, I…" she trailed off, not knowing what to say. She couldn't tell the truth and even if she could, it would not be right now, in front of everyone. Then she knew what to say and beckoned them closer. "I broke up with Tamaki on the weekend and it feels kind of strange," she whispered.

"What?" They cried in shock. "He never told us that! Why did you do it? Was he a bad boyfriend? Does this mean you'll hang out with us again?"

She fended off the questions with a nod at their classmates. "I'll tell you about it later, maybe during lunch or something. Class is starting in a moment."

Identical pouts crossed their lips before they settled back in their seats as the teacher came in and called the class to order.

"Fine but you better tell us about it later," Hikaru whispered.

Haruhi nodded and then concentrated on the teacher.

She hadn't thought of that.

What had Tamaki told the others? Did he still think they were together? And what would he do when he found out his actions hadn't changed anything?

She gritted her teeth and firmed her lips.

It didn't matter.

He hadn't changed her mind. Not even the horror of what he did had changed that.

She wouldn't take it back.

And he couldn't force her to either.

She entered the Third Music room slowly, nervously looking around for any danger. She almost screamed when a small blur lunged at her but quickly forced herself to calm down as she knew it was only Hunny-senpai greeting her so enthusiastically.

She had to be careful.

Certain members of the Host Club were very perceptive and she couldn't let them see anything to make them suspicious.

She had to act the same as she had before Tamaki asked to be her boyfriend.

It was the only way she could think to deal with this.

"Hey, Hunny-senpai," she said, ruffling his hair.

"Haru-chan, you're all better! Me and Takashi were really worried when we heard you were sick, weren't we, Takashi?"

"Yeah," Mori agreed.

Kyoya stepped forward. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Do you need any medications or such? I could get some for you if you wish."

And probably add the costs of those medicines to my debt. "No thank you, Kyoya-senpai. I'm much better now." She looked around the room. "Um, where's T-Tamaki-senpai?" she asked with affected casualness.

"Tamaki? Oh, he'll be here shortly. He forgot to do some homework and he was told by the teacher to stay behind and complete it." He frowned and seemed to think back over her words. "Wait. Why did you call him 'senpai'? You haven't called him that in a long time, since before you started dating."

"Uh, he didn't tell you, Kyoya-senpai? I broke up with him on Friday."

Kyoya looked at her, considering. "No, he didn't tell me. How did he take it?"

Haruhi's breath left her lungs. Well, let's see, he went crazy and r-raped me! "Um, he was sad, you know, over-the-top as you'd expect and he didn't seem to believe me. I hope, after using the weekend to think it all over, he'll realize that I meant it." She smiled brightly. "I'd hate if things were awkward between us. After all, that wouldn't be good for the club."

"Hmm." Kyoya studied her and Haruhi was afraid he would question her some more but he was distracted when Tamaki strutted into the club, pouting. Haruhi froze and clenched her hands, terrified.

He stopped abruptly when he saw Haruhi and he smiled, heading straight towards her. "Oh, Haruhi, I was so worried. Your father told me you were sick and that you weren't seeing or speaking to anyone." He went to hug her and Haruhi snapped out of her state and leapt away from him.

She couldn't bear for him to touch her.

"Uh, s-senpai, yes, I was sick. Sorry." I shouldn't have to apologize to you about anything! You should beg me to forgive you!

"Senpai? Why are you calling me 'senpai' again?" Tamaki asked, a puzzled look in his eyes.

"We broke up, remember?"

A dark, angry look crossed his face but was gone in the next second. "Oh, that's right. Still, you don't need to call me senpai. We're past that now."

He'd glossed right over the break-up, as if it wasn't important or as if it wasn't permanent.

And Haruhi understood in that second.

Tamaki believed they would get back together. He believed she would take him back. He didn't believe he'd done anything wrong.

Haruhi looked at him with horrified eyes and opened her mouth to say something, anything, when Kyoya had a look at the time and said, "Everyone, it's time to get ready. The girls will be here soon."

The hosts ran around, getting everything ready.

Haruhi walked to the kitchen, got some more tea cups to place at each station and was putting them on a tray when a sound behind her had her spinning around to see Tamaki standing in front of the closed door. This action was too much like what he had done in his room and she shrank back from him, terrified that he would try to attack her again. No! Stay strong! Don't let him see how much he scares you. She straightened up and looked Tamaki in the eye. "What can I do for you, Tamaki? Do you need some tea cups?"

"No, I just wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Us." He stepped closer to her and leant down to kiss her in one smooth, quick motion.

Haruhi scrambled away from him and stood next to the door. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed at him. "I told you that we are broken up. I told you to stay away from me. Do you really think I'd want anything to do with you after what you did to me? Stay the hell away from me, you perverted loser, or I'll do something drastic. You disgust me." She rubbed her head and scoffed at herself. "You know, I never thought you were the type of person to do what you did but you sure proved me wrong. And now I know what you are really like. A sick, cruel man who rapes a girl they claim to love."

"Don't say that! It wasn't like that. I didn't do anything bad to you. I didn't rape you." The way he said it, she knew he was trying to convince himself he hadn't done anything wrong. And to him, maybe he really believed he hadn't.

"Oh, please. You know exactly what you did. I said no! All during that day and that night, I begged you to stop." Her voice cracked but she determinedly went on. "I said no, Tamaki, and you didn't respect it. You kept going, no matter what I did or what I said. You're a monster and I can never forgive you."

"Haruhi, don't –"

"Save it. Stay away from me. Just stay away and leave me alone." She quickly grabbed the tray and strode out of the room, back to the safety and bustle of the host club where she knew he couldn't hurt her.

She pasted a smile on her face and resolved to get through this.

She was strong and she could do this.

She had no other choice.

So, another chapter. Sorry if this is moving a bit slowly. Enjoy and review. Please.