Hello, fellow readers! It's been exactly a week since I updated…my updates are getting quicker and quicker! –grin- I'm trying to finish this until exams come…because when they do I'll have literally no time.

Okay, so I don't feel very humorous right now, actually I'm very depressed, so this chapter won't be as funny as the last ones (well my ATTEMPT at funny anyway) so I'm sorry if Tamaki isn't as hysterical as normal or the scenes aren't that funny…But hey we can have a melancholy chapter every once in a while, can't we?

Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC...so….go sue someone else. :P

Chapter 14.

Loveless is an anime that involves two main characters that are homosexual, but I love it anyway. Has a great theme song, I must say…

Translations: Dame: a very harsh 'no'

Recap:

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?

Story:

A rose without thorns is a rose without a soul.

Tamaki's head rested deep into his white feather-down pillow. A sigh rose his chest. Fingering his soft blue sheets, he recalled his mother's desolate words.

A rose that is without a sharp stem can't call itself a symbol of love.

He turned on his side. A headache struck the battle drums in his skull. "Missed your chance to apologize! Missed!" taunted a mini version of Kyoya in his mind with a toothy grin.

Love always has a sharp side, Tamaki. A side that will pierce you like a thorn and make you bleed.

Tamaki's eyes closed. He focused on getting those words—his mother—memories—Haruhi—out of his mind. Sleep willed to take him.

But then you remember the rose's beauty and how lovely it is; and you attempt to pick it again, regardless if it pricks you again or no.

Thoughts foggy in Tamaki's mind…thank God he was going; tears were just beginning to dawn to his eyes…

Last vision before collapsing into dream: A soft smile touching her lips, his mother whispers before fading, Every rose has its thorns, Tamaki….

Then; then came the nightmare.

Bliss. Joy. Unexplainable relief. All flood into Tamaki's heart and make a temporary home. This is as he dances, as he twirls his partner across the dance floor, awing all in the room. A spin—a flash of her silver chain around her delicate neck—and Haruhi's bright face appears. She's smiling. In her eyes, the stars reflect themselves.

Taking her gently into his arms, the music relaxes them into a steady, calm waltz. A grin flashes across his face. Leaning in towards her ear, Tamaki whispers playfully, "Shall we ditch these amateurs and have a bit of 'quiet time' in the garden, princess?"

Her head jerks back; she blushes and says something in feeble protest. Tamaki laughs, and they part. Haruhi lets go of his hand momentarily to fly into a gliding turn. Tamaki looks towards the orchestra, smiling, encouraging them to play louder.

Playing the cymbals a very familiar blonde smirks at him, and obeys his command, so that thunder crashes into his ears…

He turns back to Haruhi, to catch her hand: and grabs empty air.

Tamaki's eyes widen. Haruhi had disappeared, without a trace, from the dance floor. He screams her name—runs through the thick crowd—into the garden—Nothing.

Cymbals. Chaos. Kunio! He' s the cause, Tamaki knows that he has to be. He always the cause, isn't he? Stealing his first love from him, the revealing of Tamaki's secrets, the fact that he was an outcast all during Junior High and Primary School, the murder…All of it. Kunio's doing. Evil, violent, stupid Kunio.

Leaping into the orchestra pit, Tamaki trods over a violin, bashes a bass, punches a hole in the drum kit—and grabs the empty air where cymbal-playing Kunio used to sit.

"Where is she!?" Tamaki vaguely hears himself howl.

And, falling from the ceiling, with the rain…a single rose…

Tamaki's eyes shot open from the dream's hazy void, and he bolted into an upright position in his bed, panting with heavy breaths. "Haruhi," he gasped in a strangled whisper.

Disentangling himself from his sheets, Tamaki fell out of his bed and fought through the darkness to his closet, where he yanked out a blindly-chosen outfit of street clothes.

I can't lose Haruhi. I can't! I let Suzy go to Kunio too easily…

He yanked open his bedroom door, flew down the stairs, and banged through the front door just as the first drops of the sky's tears leaked.

…but for Haruhi, I'll fight to keep her in my arms.

Surged with this battle declaration, he sprinted out into the rain, destination clear.

His fingers had been pricked well enough by love's thorns; now it was simply a matter of cleaning it away.

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"Oh, and look at this lovely outfit!" beckoned the T.V.

Haruhi looked up to obey, her half-hidden chopsticks shoved in her mouth. A small fragment of noodle dropped onto the table. Her eyes drooped as she saw that the model walking down the walkway was just like the first. Skinny. Smiling. Beautiful. Perfect.

"You're too fake," she grumbled to the model, attacking another portion of her large bowl of ramen.

"And that was Yumiko, last year's winner. Still gorgeous even after a set of twins, isn't that wonderful?" The Show Mistress beamed into the camera, her face serene as she looked blankly into Haruhi's eyes.

"No," Haruhi replied. Frowning, she slammed down her bowl onto the table and let out a frustrated sigh.

Watching model competition shows in the middle of the night, shoving microwaved ramen into your mouth was a very pathetic way to spend one's time.

Haruhi reached for the remote, when a new model in a flowing red dress stepped onto the stage. A blonde model.

The camera snapping back to the Hostess, who showed a surprised expression, she exclaimed, "Oh! And here is Rachel, an exchanged model from Europe, wearing…"

Haruhi stared at the screen as an small-boned young woman strode down the stage, turned, winked at the audience, and made her way back to the curtain.

Blonde…almost like Tamaki's—

She scowled, flicking off the T.V. The pretty blonde's face died in the blackness. Sitting back in her chair, Haruhi set boundaries for herself.

No thoughts about senpai. No thoughts about Kunio. And especially no thoughts on what you said to senpai in the closet. It's a thing of the past until further notice, one that both him and I are going to promptly forget.

A sharp nod of her head, and she rose to her feet. She was halfway to the hallway, when a crash reached her ears.

Her eyes widened; her spine stiffened. "Thunder?" she asked aloud, her voice echoing in the quiet room.

No, the soft pattering of rain against the window; but no other stormy sound.

Another smash of a trash can and a sharp curse. Haruhi sighed, slumping her shoulders a she heard the pattering of feet climaxing up the concrete stairs. I think I know who…

There was a hurried knock at the door. Haruhi heard her name, faintly, through the wood, confirming her suspicions. With a heavy sigh, she went to the door, hissing through the cracks, "Senpai, go away! It's 12 in the morning!"

"Haruhi, open the door. I demand that I speak with you!"

"Dame! It's too late, and you should be asleep!"

"Haruhi," Tamaki said, his tone grave, "If you do not open this door right at this moment, I will sing…theme songs."

"Nani?" Haruhi's eyes widened.

"All right, here we go." A deep breath, and he launched. "TSUKI NO KA-ASU, TSUMETA-AI NO—"

"Senpai!" Haruhi cried, flinging open the door. Her angry eyes beheld Tamaki, soaking wet at her doorstep, his blonde hair sagged into dead ringlets against his face. His shoulders escalated and dropped as he gasped deep gusts of air, exhausted from his sprint across town.

He had imagined all that he could say to her. Played it out in his mind, over and over. But then, seeing her puzzled/irritated face and demanding brown orbs, all he could do was stare at her beauty; all that he had taken for granted.

Haruhi's eyebrows raised in expectation. "Senpai…what? Have you looked at the TIME lately?"

"Well, no," he admitted. "But…I need…to tell you something." Closing his eyes, he said, "I'm…sorry."

"You're what?"

"Sorry."

"For singing out-of-key Loveless theme songs at my door in the middle of the night?" (refer to note above)

"No, Haruhi, no!" Tamaki groaned, waving his arms wildly about in the air. Droplets of water splashed and hung onto Haruhi's white and pink pajamas. "I'm sorry about my horrible, inexcusable, unhostly behaviour towards you!"

"Oh," said Haruhi.

"Although Kunio deserves a thousand deaths that I will one day plague upon him, and your lovely forgiving nature towards him is unjustified, I admit that I was wrong. I lost my tempter too easily, and you have every reason to hate me, and if you want to break up with me, Haruhi, go ahead, just please don't go to Kunio and date him because I'd rather…rather lose my uncommonly good looks and go bald of my gorgeous blonde hair than lose you to him, so—"

"Tamaki," Haruhi cut in.

His blue eyes blinked. "Y-Yes?"

"I forgive you, baka," she smiled.

"…you do?" Tamaki's face bloomed into a smile. "Really? Well…that's…" Sighing, he forked back his overgrown blonde bangs and looked to the side. "But…all the things you said to me. Weren't they true?"

Haruhi winced. "I should probably…apologize for that too. I was too harsh."

Tamaki nodded, offering her a crooked smile. "I suppose…we both were."

With a nod, Haruhi smiled. Looking into his shy eyes, unguarded by her gaze, she realized that she barely knew him.

Tamaki decided to end the conversation by grabbing his love into a wet hug. The rain that had soaked him to the skin seeped through the threads of Haruhi's pajamas; and she didn't care. Her smile growing wider, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his chest.

They stood there, even as sheets of rain were summoned from the sky.

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The next day, in the morning…

Haruhi was greeted by the twins' triumphant smiles in front of her eyes. "Haruhi, we know your secret!" they laughed, pointing dead into her confused gaze.

Her eyes travelled up to Tamaki's. He shrugged. Haruhi frowned at the twins. "What do you mean?"

"We know where you were last night," Kaoru cackled.

Hikaru took the moment to slap Tamaki's arm that was draped over Haruhi's shoulders. "Show some self control. We all know you've made up but you don't have to advertise it."

Tamaki pulled down the skin under his eye in a mocking expression, poking out his tongue. "You have no control over me!" he declared.

"Where I was?" Haruhi asked Kaoru, blinking in confusion.

Hikaru turned to her, smiling. "Yup! At m'lord's house, weren't ya?"

"Well…" Haruhi looked up to Tamaki, who had gone red. "Ano…."

Tamaki acted quickly. "U-Uh….LOOK!" he shrieked, pointing off to the distance, eyes wide. "A DISTRACTION!"

Hikaru and Kaoru's jaws dropped. "Where?!" they shouted simultaneously, spinning on their heels.

Laughing, Haruhi and Tamaki winded around them and made a dash for it. They bumped into Kyoya in their journey. They stared at him in surprise.

"Any particular reason why you were at his house, Haruhi?" Kyoya asked with a raised eyebrow. "It's caused quite a commotion. The whole school knows about it."

"The…the…whole school?" Tamaki stuttered, his jaw unhinging. Haruhi shrugged, unconcerned.

"It's not THAT bad…"

"On the contrary," optimistic Kyoya assured them, "especially when everyone can take a pretty educated guess what was HAPPENING there."

Haruhi stiffened with shock. "Oh."

"Well…well we couldn't exactly stay at Haruhi's house!" Tamaki hissed, his cheeks now bright red. "Her…her father gets up early!"

Kyoya put a hand to his aching forehead and sighed long and hard. "Whatever will I do about this…?"

"LOOK! THERE THEY ARE!" cried a nearby group of girls. "THE ADORABLE HOMOSEXUAL COUPLE!"

Haruhi and Tamaki exchanged horrified glances. "Fancy a run with me?" Tamaki asked.

"I'd love to."

As you can imagine, Tamaki and Haruhi sprinted away from the fan girls, them close behind, slowly gaining ground with their emotions as their fuel…

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Lunchtime.

"Haruhi! Haruhi, its empty in here!"

Haruhi swung her neck around the door of the classroom, peeking inside. "It is!" she gasped. "Thank Kami…." Sighing, she slumped against the wall of the science lab.

"No one wants to spend their lunch hour in the midst of science," Tamaki told her, turning on the light and sitting down at a nearby table. "Let's get this planning over as soon as possible."

Haruhi opened one eye, frowning. "Planning? Oh, yes…" She sat across from him, her boxed lunch sitting on the desk. "The fair."

"It could be fun," Tamaki said with a hopeful smile. "The hentai twins decided to help."

"Would you stop calling them that?"

"That's what they are!"

"Fine. Fine." Haruhi pushed her lunch across the table to Tamaki's hands. "That's for you."

Tamaki gasped, his eyes going wide. "ME?"

"You demanded that I make a lunch for you, didn't you?" Haruhi frowned.

"Yes! Oh, Haruhi! You're an angel!" Tamaki cried, reaching over the table and smothering her in his arms.

Haruhi sighed and donned an annoyed expression until he let go of her and opened his chopsticks from their package, diving into his lunch. Tears of joy streamed down his cheeks as he ate the clumsily-made onigiri.

Haruhi frowned down at her hands. "Oh…and…"

Tamaki looked up. "Hmm?"

"I talked to Kunio in the hall today. I hope…that's okay."

An eyebrow raised on his brow. "What did you talk about?"

"The usual things. We said hi, and then he asked me if I was finished fighting with you yet. And then we talked about…history class, I think. And that was it." She looked at him with an expecting gaze, not sure what to anticipate.

Tamaki's face bloomed into a grin. He reached over the table and tapped her nose with his chopsticks. "Oh, Haruhi," he chided. "Sometimes you just worry too much about what I think."

Haruhi frowned, opening her mouth in protest; then understood. Relaxing, she returned his smile, nodding. "Perhaps."

Popping a piece of salmon-wrapped sushi into his mouth, Tamaki offered her a squished onigiri, trapped between his wooden chopsticks. "Want?" was all he could say through his food in his mouth.

With a nod and a smile, Haruhi leaned forward on her elbows and took the onigiri from the utensils with her mouth and settled back into her chair with a giggle that she couldn't suppress. Tamaki's eyes widened as a small blush tinted his cheeks.

Haruhi…giggling!?

Might as well act cute around your own boyfriend every once in a while.

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I decided that Tamaki and Haruhi needed cute moments. –grins-

More drama shall happen in the next chapter…-throws back head and cackles madly-

Review! It gives you endorphins:D (did I spell that right? Hahaha)

-KuroHinote, signing off!