Chapter 11 - "Don't exaggerate, Tamaki."
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Haruhi, with all her heart and soul, did not want to go through with this. For starters, Tamaki rang her at about half six in the morning the next day and caused an extremely pissed off Ranka to yell at him over the phone.
Why was she doing this? Haruhi didn't know. But Tamaki practically forced her to come, as she could picture Tamaki using his great, big puppy-dog eyes. She was going to say no but Haruhi didn't have the heart to crush his hopefulness. Haruhi placed herself on the bed, and started massaging her temples.
It was Sunday, and it was nine. A time Haruhi would usually be asleep at. But no, Tamaki had insisted upon taking her, Natsumi and the host club to Kyoya's private jungle or whatever. Or was it Kyoya's private tropical beach?
Haruhi was sitting on her bed, rubbing the last few bits out sleep out of her eyes. She'd been up since half six as she couldn't fall back asleep. Haruhi checked the time on her watch, checking every few minutes to see if it was time for Tamaki to pick her up. Haruhi was surprised actually, surprised that Ranka let her go with them, but he was probably too tired to give it a second thought.
She thought some more about where Tamaki was taking her. It was Kyoya's, it definitely had to be. Who else had an artificial tropical beach just lying around in Japan? Haruhi looked back into her shattered memories, and got a glimpse of the twins having a water fight with the blonde baka. She smiled, and tried to remember more. Somehow, she remembered choosing coconut juice that was offered to her and letting Takashi take a drink. She tried to remember more, until a loud car horn shattered her state of mind.
Haruhi groaned, getting up from her bed and throwing a small bag over her shoulder. She walked out from her room, telling her dad goodbye but he only groaned in response. She walked into the living room, looking at her mother's picture and smiling, saying goodbye as she left to the door. She opened the front door and was greeted by a pair of arms.
"My precious daughter, I'm so glad that you could come today!" Tamaki babbled, squeezing Haruhi as she tried to lock the door. When she successfully managed too, she swatted her sempai's arms off of her.
Tamaki led her down the steps, and Haruhi stared at the sight of her apartment. She may not see her home for a long, long time. Tamaki opened the rear door in a gentlemanly fashion, and ushered Haruhi in. Once she was in, she took a step near the seat and fell, landing on her face. Tamaki stepped in behind her and closed the door.
"Daughter, why are you on the floor?" Tamaki asked, tilting his head.
Haruhi lifted her head, glaring as she looked over her shoulder. "Oh, because the floor is much more comfortable than the seats." Haruhi snipped sarcastically. She pushed herself up, and climbed onto the leather seats.
Someone chuckled, and Haruhi looked away from the window. Tearing her face away from the window, she locked eyes with Kyoya who sat hunched up under his black coat, sitting directly in front of Tamaki. He had a massive scowl on his face, so Haruhi decided that it was best not to talk to him. She turned in her seat and faced Tamaki, who was twiddling his thumbs.
"How's everyone else getting there?" Haruhi's voice broke the silence, as she crossed her legs.
"Mori, Honey, Hikaru and Kaoru are getting there by themselves and we're picking up Natsumi along the way. I'm so excited!" Tamaki smiled, leaning his hand on his face. His violets eyes were smiling, and Haruhi couldn't pretend to be annoyed anymore. Haruhi nodded and fixed her gaze on the passing landscape.
The drive to Natsumi's was exceptionally quiet and Haruhi swore that she heard Kyoya grumble, "I'm going to kill him for waking me up so early…" somewhere along the way, but Haruhi shrugged it off. Once the limousine rolled to a stop, Tamaki jumped out and ran up to the front door. Haruhi's gaze wandered after him and her jaw dropped, as she took in the sight of Natsumi's household or in other words, her mansion.
It was massive! It had to be at least seven times bigger than the section of apartment where Haruhi lived.
Haruhi snuck a glance at Kyoya, who was smirking. "If you think that's big, you should see our homes."
Haruhi rolled her eyes and relaxed back in her seat.
Moments later, Tamaki was skipping back. He stepped beside the open door, and waited for Natsumi who was a few metres behind, dragging her feet towards the limo. A bag was slung over her shoulder, and she had her other hand in her jacket pocket. Surprisingly, she didn't have her glasses on and her mismatched eyes were clear and full of annoyance, which matched her scowl. She dipped her head, making her ponytail bob and stepped inside, taking a seat near Kyoya. His and Natsumi's face were full with same annoyance and they had the same scowl. It was quite scary, to be honest.
She threw her bag down at her feet, nodding at Haruhi as she relaxed back in her seat. Haruhi raised her hand then tilted her head, confused because this wasn't like Natsumi. Then something dawned upon her.
"Tamaki?" Haruhi swivelled round, facing Tamaki who cocked his head to the side. He raised his eyebrow. "Does… Natsumi have blood type AB?"
Tamaki nodded, and Haruhi's eyes widened slowly. Haruhi furrowed her eyebrows as she thought. Natsumi was half Tamaki, half Kyoya. She had the light mannerisms of Tamaki and also had the politeness of Kyoya when she had to deal with business, or adults. Natsumi would probably kill anyone who woke her up too, and was like Kyoya in that way. But, where was the real Natsumi? Haruhi shook her head, trying to get rid of her thoughts. The real Natsumi was sitting in front of her, scowling at Tamaki.
"So!" Tamaki clapped, smiling at everyone, "We're almost there. Right, Kyoya?"
"You've been there before." Kyoya sighed, pushing up his glasses, "So you should know."
Tears formed in Tamaki's violets eyes as he swivelled to Haruhi. "Daughter! See how Mommy treats me?" Tamaki sniffed.
"He only does that because he loves you." Haruhi joked.
"Really?" Tamaki's eyes sparkled sprightly. He turned to Kyoya who was just plain irritated.
"No." Kyoya snapped. "Why would anyone love that idiot?" Tamaki sniffed, clenching his heart. Out of the corner of Haruhi's eye, she saw Natsumi open and close her mouth. Haruhi discretely gave her a thumbs up, and Natsumi blushed slightly, before swiftly turning around in her seat to stare out of her window.
Haruhi chuckled, causing Tamaki to face her. "What's so funny?" Tamaki asked.
Haruhi shook her head, a small smile playing at her lips. "Oh, nothing."
The drive to the tropical-whatever was noisy, with Tamaki's constant sniffling, Kyoya's constant irritated sighing as well as Haruhi's and Natsumi's face-palming every now and again. The limousine rolled to a stop. The chauffeur hopped out and opened the door, bidding everyone a good day as they bounded out of the vehicle.
"Haru-chan!" Mitsukini chimed as ran outside from the building and hopped onto Haruhi's back. Mori quickly followed, and Tamaki tore the small boy off of Haruhi.
"Honey-senpai!" Tamaki frowned, placing his hands on his hips, "You could have strangled my daughter!"
"Don't exaggerate, Tamaki." Natsumi pushed her way past the hosts, with a scowl set firmly on her face. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder as she smiled, "C'mon, Haruhi. Let's go get changed."
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