"Tamaki-San, are you okay?" A red-headed girl named Kamiko asked with apparent worry in her quiet voice. She halted her eating to look up at her boyfriend from across the table, concerned with his behavior for the past several weeks.

"Hmm?" he asked, looking up from his plate, obviously not sure what she had said, only aware that she had acknowledged him.

"I asked," she restated, a bit annoyed. "Are you okay? Because you've been out of it lately…"

The blonde hesitated a bit before answering. "It's nothing Kamiko," he told her, a fake smile plastered on his face.

And as he lowered his head again to continue eating, he muttered to himself: "At least nothing you should be concerned about."

But Kamiko could see through that false smile. "Tamaki, tell me what's wrong!" she commanded, getting up from her seat edgily.

"I already told you it's nothing!" he yelled, standing up so suddenly, his chair fell over, and hit the marble floor with a sharp thud.

"What's been with you Tamaki?! How come you can't tell me?! Can you not trust me?!" she screeched, throwing question, after question at him, angry tears trickling down her face.

"I can't tell you! You would never understand!" he replied, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. But he wasn't succeeding.

"Why?! Why can't you tell me?!" She demanded an answer.

"I already told you! I just can't." was his defeated reply. All traces of anger and annoyance out of his voice, as though he didn't have enough energy to continue their argument.

"And besides, you would probably hate me if you knew." he whispered, barely audible. But she heard him nonetheless.

"Well too bad. I think I already do." she retorted through bitter tears and gritted teeth.

With that, she ran off; up the grand stairs of their mansion, and down the corridors.

"Kamiko! Please!" he seemed to beg, as he ran after her.

She ran as fast as he could, but yet again, he was faster, and caught her by her shoulders.

"Let go!" she ordered, and Tamaki felt her shoulders tense under his grip.

He was hit with realization, when he remembered that he had done the same thing to Haruhi seven years before, and she had had the same angry response. But unlike Haruhi, Kamiko didn't hesitate—not even to give him another chance to release her—and slapped him on his cheek, leaving a burning red mark. He just stood there in a daze, as she ran down the hallway.

Kamiko soon ran out of breath, from the screaming she had done earlier, and fatigue. She opened the closest door to her to find a lavishly decorated room, with beautiful stain glass windows, plush carpet, and gorgeous furniture. But she ignored it, completely used to it all.

What really caught her eye was a shelf, with dozens of pictures laid upon its surface. She walked towards it, and when she saw the smiling faces of the people in the photographs, she recognized them as the Ouran Host Club. She recognized Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Hunny, and Mori, for Tamaki had told her all about them. But there was one face she didn't recognize among the many pictures. It was a petite girl, with short chocolate brown hair, and matching eyes.

And the most peculiar thing was that she was wearing a boy's uniform in almost all of the pictures… She felt a pang of jealousy, as she saw that in most of the pictures, she was with Tamaki, and they were always smiling. But still, her anger disappeared, as curiosity took over.

"Maybe this is that 'Haruhi' he sometimes mentions." she thought to herself, as she took one of the pictures into her hands.

Tamaki sometimes mentioned Haruhi, but would quickly shrug off the subject. And once or twice, accidentally call her that. Sometimes, he would even just mutter her name, when he was day dreaming. Kamiko was very interested in finding out who this girl might be, and snooped around the room, looking through the drawers, and other shelves in the room that she thought belonged to Tamaki.

She took a book off one of the many shelves, and leafed through the pages. It appeared to be a yearbook of Tamaki's last year at Ouran. In between one of the pages, there was a slip of paper, folded in half. She took it out, and opened it. Inside in neat, graceful handwriting, it read:

Dear Haruhi,

Although I'm leaving for France, and marrying Eclair, I will always keep my memories of our days in the Host Club together. I will especially remember you. For you were the first girl to look past my looks and see the real me.

I am truly sorry for having to go, but keep this in mind: I will always love you.

Love,
Tamaki

As her sapphire orbs scanned the note, her chest burned with hatred.

"Obviously, he intended to give the note to that 'Haruhi' girl." she guessed to herself, her voice filled with venom.

"Oh well!" she laughed with sheer satisfaction, as she tore the note into near unreadable bits, putting the remains in a nearby wastebasket. She walked out the door, head held high, proud of herself for her discoveries, and that accomplishment.