I know I suck, I'm sorry OTL

First of all I want to THANK YOU ALL! For your patience and your willingness to stick around with this fic even though I'm lousy at updating! I was having a lot of trouble with this chapter to be honest, I was actually considering re-writing the ending of the last chapter because I was stuck at where to go from there. However, I managed to find a great way to go and thanks to a 5 hour plan ride I was able to get this chapter ALONG with some of chapter 7 done!(you'd be amazed at how much you can get done at 30,000 feet with no wi fi :P)

Once again thank you so much for waiting and I hope you enjoy!

"So…did you have a good time with Mei the other day?"

Haruhi looked up from her plate of toast and eggs to look across the table where Tamaki, whom she found still hard believe was her husband, was sitting, and obviously looking to make small talk during their erringly quiet breakfast. It had been a week since Haruhi had come home from the hospital and it felt like she wasn't making much progress. They continued to look at photo albums, listen to stories, even show videos, but nothing seemed to have been working. Even going out and socializing with her friends didn't seem to trigger anything.

"She's a nice girl, a little eccentric, but I can see why we're friends."

"Yeah, that's Mei-chan." Tamaki said letting out a small laugh, looking back down at his own plate.

"I guess it was nice seeing Hikaru again."

Tamaki perked back when he heard the familiar name.

"Oh? That's…nice, is it weird to see him with dark hair now?"

Haruhi smiled, "It definitely suits hum, at least much more than the time he dyed his hair pink."

Haruhi jumped at a sudden loud clang of a fork hitting one of the delicate china plates. She looked up quickly and noticed Tamaki, now jaw slacked and his hand not moving from what once held his utensil.

"What is it?" Haruhi asked worriedly.

"Haruhi…how did you know Hikaru had dyed his hair pink…?"

"Um…I'm not sure…It just when you brought up his hair it sort of just...popped up."

Tamaki then scooted his chair back so he was halfway standing; "Haruhi…Hikaru dyed his hair pink a few months after the school year started…of your first year in the host club…"

Haruhi sat still for a moment, before she realized….

"I…I remember!"

"A memory has come back!" Tamaki stood from his chair completely and practically ran to Haruhi who now stood herself, hands over her mouth in shock from the sudden discovery.

"I can't believe it!"
"I can't believe it!" The couple both exclaimed at the same time, wide smiles and almost teary eyes, without even thinking they embraced one another, though it didn't last long as they pulled away just as quickly.

Oh..I-I'm sorry" Tamaki stammered quickly.

"I-it's alright" Haruhi replied, a faint blush forming on her cheeks.

Now Tamaki was forming the blush on his cheeks now, his mind going back to Haruhi at actual age 16, the way she would make him nervous and act like a goof with her little quirks that frankly, were just adorable. He so badly just wanted to take her into his arms again and squeeze the life out of her, feel her body, touch her tenderly…

"Senpai…are you alright?

"Ah! Oh..uh…hey! You know what? We should celebrate this!" Tamaki stalled as he regained composure.

"Celebrate? But my memories haven't come complexly back."

"True, but this is a start right? We can only go up from here, correct?"

"I suppose that's true…"

"Then we need to celebrate this occasion! We could invite the others over, or have a big dinner tonight or….wait!" Tamaki stopped and his face turned into an even bigger grin, "we should go out today!"

Haruhi now froze, "You mean…like a date?"

Oh.

"Well…yeah, I man we don't have to call it a date, we would just be going out, enjoying each others company, maybe helping you bring back some more memories, I mean we don't have to if you don't feel comfort—"

"Okay. Let's do it." Haruhi said in a matter of fact tone.

"Are you sure? Will you be okay?"

"The doctor said I needed to broaden my horizons if I wanted to cope, and I could definitely use more time out of this big house."

"Oh boy I feel like it's been forever since we've gone out!" Tamaki said as he and Haruhi stepped out of the car to their first location on their day trip,

"Why is that?" Haruhi asked curiously, oddly enough, feeling a little concerned.

"Well before the accident you had just taken on a new case, so you were spending a lot of hours in the office. Meanwhile the Suoh Group had been working on expanding our France location to create a bigger enterprise in Europe, so that was taking a lot of time from me. For a while there besides sleep we barely had a spend a few hours together a week."

"Is it alright for you to be taking time off work then?"

"Oh Don't worry about that, I've got my vice president on the expansion project for now, and if they really needed something all they would have to do is give me a call. Besides, this is considered a family emergency."

"What about my career?"

"Well of course your office understands, you can't exactly be a valued lawyer if you don't even remember going through law school! They have some great lawyers who have taken your place since the accident."

For some reason, those facts hurt Haruhi more than they should have. What did he mean "replace her?" Was she really that expendable? And what kind of inconvenience did she cause the law firm if they had to quickly replace her with someone? On top of that, now she hears that Tamaki was forced to take a sabbatical for her? Why did she feel like everyone was sacrificing for her?

"Ah! We're here!"

Haruhi looked up at the big blue sign at the base of the theme park, reading "Sea Park"

"Why did you want to come here?"

"Ah, one memory that definitely hasn't come back." Tamaki smiled brightly, "This is where we had our first date."

"At a theme park?"

"Oh, you say it in that tone, but actually it was your idea."

"But, isn't it bad luck to have a first date at a theme park?" Haruhi thought she had read that somewhere, in an old fashion magazine she read in the grocery check out line one time.

Tamaki let out a chuckle, "Actually I thought the same thing when you first asked me, I thought 'oh no we'll be cursed!' but hey, if it really was bad luck then we wouldn't be here together right now right?"

Haruhi smiled, "I guess not."

Soon they had bought their tickets, looked at the park map, checked what activities were going on that day, and then they walked through the gates together into what should have been familiar territory.

"Funny story." Tamaki started to say as they walked to the main lobby of the theme park, "I almost ruined our first date before it even started."

Haruhi looked up from her park guide, "How did you do that?"

"Ah where to begin!" Tamaki rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "Well first of all I panicked on what to wear, so I had my grandmother choose for me, and I ended up appearing in a formal Japanese robe!"

Haruhi couldn't help but giggle a little at that thought.

"And then I wanted to make sure it was special from the beginning…so I kind of hired people to greet us at the gate like a parade."

"Oh no." Haruhi groaned, but her smiled didn't fade.

"Thankfully Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Mori, and Honey decided to follow us to remedy m mistakes. As annoyed, as I was that they had the nerve to spy, their interference probably saved the date. I'm kind of surprised you stuck around to be honest."

"I must have really loved you." Haurhi said, not realizing what she said until it was too late, her face becoming red, "Oh…um."

"I-it's okay." Tamaki reassured her…even if that comment did hit him like a sack of bricks.

"Oh! I wonder if Bessie the Baluga is still here!" Tamaki started forward turning back to joy, Haruhi quickly walking behind him.

Despite the hesitation at first, and a touch of awkwardness, Haruhi actually had fun with Tamaki. They rode the rollercoaster (multiple times), ate takoyaki by the water, visited the aquarium (Bessie was still there), took a tour of how to make candy, 'attempted' to win prizes from the game booth, until they finally wore themselves out at went back to the car to leave.

"Wow, guess I'm not as young as I used to be." Tamaki groaned a little rubbing his back.

"Starting to get old?" Haruhi said with a bit of sarcasm.

Tamaki grinned nudging her shoulder, "Hey now."

Haruhi grinned then noticed the bouquet by Tamaki's lap, "Say, what are the flower's for?"

"Oh, well I thought we should go pay a visit to someone."

A short drive later they arrived to a place Haruhi definitely recognized, as a far back as her childhood; the cemetery where her mother's grave laid. The couple quietly exited the car, then walked along the path until they got to Kotoko Fujioka's grave, where Tamaki gently placed the flowers in front of the alter, then proceeded to kneel down in front of it.

"Hello Haruhi's mother, sorry we haven't come to visit in a while, you probably know Harui hasn't exactly been herself lately, but I don't want you to worry, because Haruhi is getting better! See? I even brought her to visit this time!"

Haruhi knelt down next to the young man, "Hey mom, I forgot when was the last time I visit you, hopefully it wasn't too long ago. I believe my last memory I can recall of visiting you was the day before high school started. I was so nervous and I asked for you to watch over me…and I guess you were since from what I understand, my life is going pretty good…and I'm so thankful that I have so many people here to help me…"

Haruhi looked over at the man beside her, watching her gently.

"…especially Tamaki."

"Why Haruhi," Tamaki said gently, "you didn't call me Sempai"

"I guess I didn't" She smiled and gently leaned against him, "I'm glad I didn't forget my mom"

"I really wished I could have met her, I could tell she was an incredible woman."

Neither of them noticed that they sat there together for a long time, oblivious this time to their bodies touching.

"I don't believe you."

"It's true! Everyone else can attest for it!" Tamaki explained as he and Haruhi walked through the front door of their home once they returned, "Anyway, did you have a good time today?"

"Yeah, I actually did!" Haruhi replied as the door closed behind them, "Thank you, I think…this really helped."

"I'm glad" Tamaki smiled warmly, "Oh! I should probably ask the chef what's for dinner, and while we wait we can go look at those photo albums again, maybe now you'll be able to recognize them more clearly!"

"God idea!" she agreed with him.

As Tamaki went to go check with his head servant, Haruhi casually walked back into the study to collect the books that were still open on the coffee table. As she picked up a random album she began flipping through the pages of her, Tamaki, and the host club, obviously this album was just reserved for that time and occasions.

But then she landed on one page and felt like she was going to throw up.

"Haruhi, good news! We're having- Tamaki stopped mid-sentence when a photo album struck the wall next to him at full force, falling to the ground in disarray.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki rushed over to his wife, who was now on her knees. "Haruhu! Haruhi! What's wrong!? What happened?!" Tamaki begged her, holding onto her shaking shoulders.

Haruhi didn't speak for a moment, she just sat there, until she swallowed and managed to get the words out, "It's…that album."

Tamaki stood up and got ahold of what was left from the photo album, and then like his whole world had collapsed, he saw what Haruhi was talking about. It was a photo from high school, with a shot of Hikaru and Kaoru, it was taken after they had made up from one of their week long feuds…and Hikaru's hair was pink.

"Oh…Haruhi."

"I…I didn't get back a memory at all.." Haruhi said flatly, "I just remembered the picture…"

Tamaki closed the book and lowered his head, "It's alright, Haruhi-"

"It's not alright!" Haruhi yelled, she stood up and ran out of the room and up the stairs. Tamaki heard their bedroom door slam. Why was this happening? Just when everything seemed to be moving forward, they're back to square one again?! It was really started to get to Tamaki. How much more of this can they take!?

But his feelings weren't important right then, what he needed to do was get to his wife.

Tamaki marched up the stairs and to the double doors of their shared bedroom. He couldn't hear anything behind them, he was worried if he should even enter at all, but eventually he worked up the courage and decided to open the doors .

What he saw is what broke his heart. The room was dark, with just a small light coming from between the curtains from the outside, and then there was Haruhi, lying down on the bed, her body curled into a fetal position facing away from him. He couldn't tell if she was crying or not, but she was clearly not in a good place. Tamaki contemplated whether he should just leave her alone or not. No, he needed to support Haruhi, whether she wanted it or not, this is what he's here for, and if he just left her alone like he had been doing for the past couple days, then he had no right to call himself her husband.

Tamaki closed the door behind him as he entered the room, loud enough that Haruhi would know he was there, but she didn't say anything. He slowly walked over to the bed and gently sat down beside her body. Haruhi still didn't say anything, making him wonder if she actually knew he was there or not, he thought about saying something, until,

"I just want to remember." Tamaki heard Haruhi whisper, indicating that she was aware of his presence.

Tamaki lowered his shoulders, feeling defeated, "I know you do, we all want you to."

"I'm sick of not knowing who anyone is, I'm sick of having to rely on everyone else, causing others to drop everything just to help me, like I'm some poor soul who needs to be saved. I just want my life back, whatever it was."

"I know exactly how you feel."

Haruhi sat up from her position to face the man in the dark, "How? How could you possibly understand how I feel?"

"Because I'm sick of seeing you like this!" Tamaki cried in desperation.

"Do you think I can help it-?!"

"That's not what I meant!" Tamaki stopped her, "I'm tired of seeing the person I love more than anything have to suffer like this! When I found out about the accident I had never been more scared in my life! I was relieved when I heard you were going to make it, but then you woke up with amnesia and…I can't do anything about it, you're confused, and scared, and lost, and I feel like I can't do anything to help you and it's killing me, Haruhi!"

Haruhi felt stunned. She knew this had affected Tamaki too, but she hadn't realized how much. Tamaki may have been the big obnoxious fool from the host club, but right here, right now, she had never seen him look so pitiful and small.

"I'm sorry…" Haruhi said quietly as she placed a hand on Tamaki's thigh.

Tamaki recuperated "I'm sorry too…"

Then as they looked into each other's eyes in the dark, they found themselves moving their arms and bodies, and this time fully embracing each other. Their bodies were close, and their breaths were moving in sync as they sat there, Tamaki's chin resting on Haruhi's head that was against his chest. They had no idea how long they stayed in that position, they didn't say anything, didn't look away to another part of the room, they just held each other for the entire night.

Although this act of tenderness didn't trigger any kind of memory, it felt right.