Hello all! I updated faster this time, isn't that great? I'm sure you don't want to hear me rambling, so I'll cut straight to the chase!

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Disclaimer: I'm hot, tired and irritated, so this chapter may not be the greatest in the world. But hey I'll try. Oh, and I don't own OHSHC whatsoever.

Chapter 13.

Recap:

"Why ask me about our relationship? Yes, the Host Club is special to me, but if doesn't mean that I love them all romantically." Her fists clenched; angry tears prickled her eyes. "I love you, baka, and if you're too blind to see it, then…" She placed a hand on the door handle, opening it sharply, scowling at him over her shoulder. "…then maybe we should forget we were ever a couple, Tamaki Suoh."

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'We'll be together every day soon, love.'

"Fat load of bull," Kunio muttered, ducking into a nearby classroom. A sharp twist of his will, and his mind flashed back to the present time.

No use dwelling on memories, after all.

Story:

Translations: Issho: together

Baka no Tono: idiotic lord

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The next day, 4:00, Music Room

The Host Club and their guests lost control.

Haruhi stood against the wall, tray hanging loosely in her hand as she surveyed the frenzy with a very irritated gaze. The panic? That was the Host Club yelling amongst each other and the guests harbouring the argument from a safe distance, their eyes sparkling with admiration.

"It's even more attractive when they fight!" gasped one.

Haruhi breathed out a long, exasperated sigh.

What had triggered the wild outburst? Hunny's cake, mainly. And Kyoya's mention of a new event he had thought of recently. Not to mention the new waterguns. As Tamaki grabbed a chair and swung it high in the air, threatening to whack Hikaru over the head with it, Haruhi contemplated how the Host club had gotten to that violent point in the first place…

10 Fateful Minutes Before…..

Hunny's wide brown eyes stared down at his empty plate, licked clean by his finger and fork. He kept staring even as his guests and Mori leaned closer to see what was wrong.

"Takashi…" Hunny's vision raised to Mori's eyes, his sweet face twisting into a frown. "Keki ga…notte imasen ka?"

Mori's eyes widened; Hunny's guests stifled a gasp, their spines stifling.

Hunny turned his gaze to the girls who were as of then dripping in nervous sweat. "Where's more cake?" he asked again, tilting his head to one side.

Snapping back their heads, the girls shrieked, "KIREI!!"

One wailed, "Oh Hunny-senpai, we can't bear it!"

"Mitsukuni, the cake is gone," Mori reported in a low voice.

"Gone?" Hunny awed.

"Yes. There's no more."

Tears prickled Hunny's eyes as he stared back down at his empty place. "But..,that was only…my third one…"

"Hunny-kun, don't worry!" the girls panicked. "We'll get more! We'll go to the store now!"

"It'll be too late by then!" Hunny sobbed.

"Oh, Hunny-kun!"

Haruhi, noticing the disturbance, walked to the table with a curious expression. "Hunny-senpai, what's the matter?"

"Haru-chaaan!" He leaped into her arms, burying his face into her shoulder. "There's no more cake!"

Haruhi blinked in confusion. "Yes there is."

"What?" gasped Hunny's guests.

"Some was just delivered, a few minutes ago. Along with the water guns."

"Water…guns?" Mori asked with a blank look.

"Hikaru and Kaoru ordered them," Haruhi shrugged.

Relieved, the guests sighed, "Arigatoo gozaimasu Haruhi…!" as Mori sweatdropped, sinking into his chair with embarrassment.

"Yay!" Hunny cried, bouncing back into his chair. "Thank you, Haru-chan!"

"I'll go get it, I suppose," Haruhi offered in a tired voice, pivoting on her heel and walking in the direction of the food cupboard door. As she did, she passed Tamaki and a few of his guests. A frown creased her face. He was in the prime of his flirting, smiling graciously down at a dark brunette, whispering to her romantic words, causing her to swoon. He knew Haruhi was passing him; but he didn't make eye contact with her.

We're in the middle of a fight; he could at least show some decency! Haruhi thought, feeling the need to whack him over the head with her tray. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself not to care, and moved on.

On the couch, Tamaki sighed and clasped his hands together in his lap, looking off into the distance. How depressed a King is when not loved by his princess…he thought mournfully.

"Tamaki-kun?" asked the brunette next to him, touching his shoulder gently. "Can I ask something?"

He smiled at her. "Of course."

"Why are you here talking with us, when you should be with you, erm…" She trailed off, her cheeks tinting an embarrassed red.

"Your boyfriend," one of the brave girls added over her friend's shoulder.

Tamaki's eyebrows raised in surprise; he looked away. "We're…in a fight at the moment," he admitted quietly.

"Really?" gasped the girls.

"Is it because of your sudden orientation?" the brunette asked.

"Nani?"

"Maybe you rushed into the…." She whispered the last words, "gay relationship too quickly?"

Tamaki waved off that comment with a tired laugh. "No, we're just in an argument. About other things."

The brave friend of the brunette's said, "Tamaki-kun…we're sad that you're taken, and Haruhi's fans are simply devastated, but at the same time we're glad you've found someone to make you happy."

The brunette nodded in agreement. "But now, you're depressed, and we're even sadder that you and Haruhi-kun are angry at each other."

Tamaki sighed, his shoulders slumping. "But…"

"If you really love someone, even if the relationship is a bit odd to some people, you apologize for whatever you've done. Right?" grinned both the girls.

Tamaki blinked, contemplating this. Why should he be afraid to apologize to Haruhi and make up for whatever he had done? His face blossomed into a smile, and he took the brunette's hand, leaning close to her. "Thank you," he whispered sincerely.

"Y-You're w-welcome," melted the lucky girl, swooning back into her friends, pierced by the emotion in his eyes.

"Mind if I have a word, Tamaki?" smirked a voice behind them.

Turning his head, Tamaki blinked at Kyoya who towered over him, a clipboard tucked under his arm. "What is it?"

"You'll hear about it if you come over here."

Tamaki nodded, and smiled at his guests. "Excuse me, ladies," he apologized, rising to his feet.

"A-Anything for Tamaki-kun…" they gasped, tears strolling down their cheeks.

He met Kyoya with a large smile. "Yes, Kyoya?"

Meeting Tamaki with a very serious gaze, Kyoya said, "Tamaki, as a result of you and Haruhi's relationship, you have drastically dropped in guests."

"Oh, that's okay!" Tamaki assured him. "Half our guests are on a European exchange, so—"

"No good," Kyoya announced, slamming the clipboard over Tamaki's head, who yelped in pain. "Something has to be done about the loss. Little guests means little income."

"Then what do you suggest?" winced Tamaki, fingering the tender bump rising out of his head.

Kyoya grinned at the brilliance of his plan. "As a consequence, Haruhi and you will be hosting, organizing, and launching a fair as an official Host Club event this Saturday."

Tamaki's jaw dropped and he waved his arms frantically in the air. "but…but…!"

"It won't be much work. Hikaru and Kaoru have offered to help with the smaller, odder jobs."

"Of course they would!" Tamaki flamed. "They're determined to see my demise! But its not that! It's just that…" Tamaki's voice became hushed, and he leaned closer to Kyoya to mutter the reason, "…Haruhi and I are in a very brutal argument. We can't possibly host it!"

"Haruhi's reasonable. You'll come to a peaceful conclusion." With a mischievous grin, Kyoya trailed towards a nearby table to finish his work.

"No, Kyoya! You don't understand!" Tamaki rushed after him, yet keeping a wary eye on his dangerous clipboard. He reached to grab Kyoya's blazer, to stop him; Kyoya glanced at the situation and simply stepped out of Tamaki's way. Tamaki's eyes widened as he lost his balance—and fell smack into Hikaru.

"What the—!" Hikaru spun around, tea split down the front of his blazer and white shirt.

"Oh." Tamaki sprang back as Hikaru's face dissolved into a very dark look. "G-Gomen—"

Hikaru snapped into action. Snatching a loaded water gun from Kaoru's hands, he swivelled the point of the gun straight at Tamaki's white face.

Haruhi turned her head. Her eyes widened in shock at the scene.

A smirk tugging at his lips, Hikaru pulled the trigger. Tamaki shouted a very ungentlemanly curse and tackled Hikaru to the ground, the stream of water shooting into the air. Water flew straight onto Hunny's cake just as the small third-year poised to take a bite.

Hunny gasped, and scowled in their direction. "That was my last cake!" he declared, pitching the plate at Tamaki's face.

His guests gasped and watched with a growingly horrified gaze as the cake trailed down Tamaki's face and into drips on the floor.

Hunny realized what he'd done. "G-Gomenasai, Tama-chan!"

Tamaki drew to his full height, pointing down at Hunny, who was trembling with fear. "NO ONE hurts the King and gets away with it! You will—"

Hikaru scoffed, knocking his fist into Tamaki's ankle.

"BAKA!" Tamaki rounded up for a kick. "You will pay!"

"Not unless you want me to organize another event that involves you and Haruhi griping at each other, possibly ending your relationship…" Kyoya said in an absent voice from his chair.

"What do you mean, an event?" demanded a voice from somewhere behind.

The Host Club spun around to see Haruhi, standing behind Kyoya's chair, arms crossed. "Well?" she pressed.

Hikaru and Kaoru, on the same train of thought, crept towards Haruhi, grins on their faces. "A special event, Haruhi…"

Kaoru wrapped his arms around Haruhi's waist, his lips inches away from her cheek. "…with just us three…."

Hikaru's arm draped over her shoulders, he leaned in close and flashed her a wink. "Issho."

Fists clenched, Tamaki stomped towards the twins, determined to win back Haruhi. "Hentai! Unhand my—"

"Oh yeah?" Hikaru challenged, his index fingering pulling down the skin under his eye to twist his face into an obnoxious expression of mockery. "And who's to say she's yours?"

Tamaki stopped. "Nani?"

"Well, Haruhi?" Hikaru grinned at her profile, twirling a dangling piece of her chocolate brown hair. "Do you really want to be owned by m'lord?"

Kaoru frowned over at his twin. "Hikaru…"

Haruhi sighed, pushing the leering twin away. "I don't think it matters."

"Oh, but it does, Haruhi," Hikaru persisted, leaning in close to her. Softly, for no one else's ears but hers, he whispered, "Haruhi, don't tell me you want him."

Haruhi turned, perplexed. "Why…do you sound so angry?"

"DAME!" Tamaki sprinted towards Hikaru, chair held high, his battle cry resounding through the air. Hikaru broke away from Haruhi, and ran to the other side of the table, fearing for his life. Hunny cried, "Tama-chan, violence isn't good!" Kyoya sighed and looked to the ceiling as he rolled his eyes in exasperation. Kaoru yelled at his 'baka no tono' from afar. Haruhi backed away from the violent outbreak, eyes wide, too pierced with shock to yet feel anger.

Fans shrieked. Water guns blasted. Chairs clattered. Kyoya yawned.

And, therefore, the Host Club and their guests lost control.

The tray in Haruhi's hand tightened as anger flared inside her. A glare tightening her features, she walked with determined steps towards the three fighting members of the club.

Hikaru and Kaoru snatched water guns off the table and crouched behind a chair, blasting Tamaki as he clambered towards them. His chair-weapon crashed against their barricade and separated the twins. Hikaru went for Tamaki; and they caught each other in a headlock.

"Yammate!" Haruhi commanded, her tray cracking over Hikaru's head. With a dazed expression, he slid off of Tamaki and to the floor. Tamaki blinked at his suddenly girlfriend in shock.

"This isn't a wrestling match!" her voice boomed across the empty room. "Your guests don't want to see your fights. Act like a Host Club."

Tamaki and Hikaru stood to attention, nodding sharply as a large lump began to form from Hikaru's head.

Haruhi's frown remained on Tamaki's face. "It's immature," she stated.

Taking a step forward, Tamaki reached out his hand in her direction. "Haruhi…"

"I found cake!" gasped Hunny. Holding a plate from the food cupboard high, he beamed at the guests. "See? Haru-chan was right!"

Immediately, Mori and the guests broke into enthusiastic applause. "Hurray, Hunny-kun!" screeched his fan-club.

In the midst of the noise, Haruhi spun on her heel and walked towards the door. She felt too frustrated to stay.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki ran after her; seized her shoulder. "Haruhi, I—"

"Tamaki," she cut him off. She frowned at his concerned expression "Why do you hate Kunio so much?"

"H-Huh?"

"Why do you hate Kunio so much?" she repeated, slower and with clearer syllables.

"I-I…why is this relevant?"

Her shoulders dropping, she let out a sigh and turned her vision away. "It's nothing," she lied, avoiding explanation.

"Ah, Haruhi, there you are," Kyoya greeted, practically materializing beside them. Tamaki's spine stiffened with surprise. "I've been meaning to discuss something with you."

"You mean…the event?" Haruhi winced.

"Kyoya, no!" Tamaki growled, miming a cutting motion across his neck repeatedly.

"Yes," smiled Kyoya. He ignored Tamaki, naturally. "You and Tamaki will be hosting a fair. That includes putting extra work into it."

"Oh."

"Due date's in two days," Kyoya added cheerfully as Haruhi turned, her hand resting on the doorknob.

"Fine, Kyoya-senpai." She faced the door. "I have to go early. To an appointment. I hope that's okay."

"As long as the guests won't mind," was the nonchalant answer.

"Tamaki-senpai?"

"O-Of course, Haruhi," Tamaki flustered, his sweaty fingers fidgeting with the buttons of his blazer.

"Bye, then." A sharp yank of the door, a click; and she was gone.

Kyoya grinned at Tamaki. "Bakana. That was your perfect opportunity."

Tamaki blinked in confusion, turning to his friend. "For what?"

"To apologize to her."

On his features crossed utter anguish. Tamaki tore his hair by the roots, wailing, "No, really?! Damn it!" He slammed his forehead against the door, fists clenched, a dramatic shadow hanging over his head. "I'll never understand the ways of love," he declared in a defeated whisper.

Kyoya shrugged, turning away. "Well, I'll leave you there to wallow…I have work…"

"It's Kunio's fault," Tamaki added in a soft voice.

Kyoya whipped around. "What?"

"Kunio's fault. That Haruhi's mad at me."

"You're blaming him?"

"Yes, because he is to blame!" Tamaki straightened, his eyes piercing Kyoya's dark orbs. "Didn't you see what he did? What he's done?"

"Take responsibility for your own actions," Kyoya told him. "Not blame others."

Tamaki's shoulders sagged; he expected Kyoya, of all people, to be on his side. "H-Huh?"

"Haruhi's angry because of your paranoia towards Kunio. That baka didn't do anything to mess this situation up. Not this time."

The blonde's face darkened. "You're saying he's innocent of everything he did?"

"None of this is his fault, Tamaki. If you explain to Haruhi, she'll understand."

Tamaki shook his head, looking away. "Kyoya…I can't explain." His wounded look, mingled between confusion and pain, turned to Kyoya's face. "It's too…complicated."

Eyes closing in frustration, Kyoya said, "Fine. Leave her in the dark. Have it your way."

"I will," Tamaki agreed in a hard voice. Turning on his heel, he gripped the door, and slammed his way out.

"But it'll deeply wound whatever relationship you have with her," added Kyoya in a low voice.

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"So, Haruhi." Ryoji Fujioka raised his head, smiling with a freshly makeup face in Haruhi's direction across the table. "How was school today?"

Haruhi shrugged, her eyes remaining on her schoolbooks spanned out a safe distance from her food. "Normal," she lied. The water guns and Tamaki's chair flying through the air passed across her thoughts.

"Oh." Ryoji tapped his chin in thought with his chopsticks, frowning at his daughter. "Well, if anything pops up, you're welcome to tell me!" he assured her, digging back into his sukiyaki beef.

Haruhi nodded absently, her pencil slowly trailing its way across the page. What her father couldn't see, was the led of her pencil scratching into different types of writing Tamaki's name over and over across the page.

To detach from him…or not?

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Sorry, the last bit was rushed. Gar, I wasn't sure how to end this chapter…-growls under breath at deadlines-

Well, gotta go, my ride's here! (I typed all this super speedily at school, computer's still broken). I swear the next chapter will be better, and happier for that matter…

Thank you, my faithful readers, for sticking by me, despite my EXTREME slowness!

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