Chapter 4

It's this long already! I can barely believe it. This one is in Tama's voice. So yeah, enjoy, comment, whatever!

Tamaki POV

I was very restless in the class after Kyo came back from Haru-nee's house. He seemed not to remember anything that had happened from Friday to Sunday, and Haru wouldn't talk about it. I didn't understand why the two of them were so uncomfortable with each other.

Kyo was very kind to me, however. He said, "Fujioka told me you insisted on caring for me. No one has ever done something so nice for me."

"Really?" I asked, brightening from my thoughts of him and nee-chan.

And Kyo smiled. I'd never seen anything like it. "Yes," he said. "You know, I like you Tamaki. More than I thought I would."

"I get to everyone eventually," I replied grinning widely.

Later, I hugged Haru and said, "Kyo smiled at me!"

"You sound like those girls crowding around the twins." She laughed. "Was it that big of a deal?"

I gaped at her. "Are you kidding? That was a thousand-watt, million yen smile! The girls will be falling all over him, rather than the twins. Don't tell them I said that." Suddenly an idea came to my head.

"Haru, that's it," I breathed.

"What?" she asked, pulling back from me.

"Do you know how much money we could make by showing off our friends' charm? You and I would support ourselves for once, and Hani and Mori could go on more dates, and Kyo would be noticed more, and the twins get some fun, everyone would be so cheerful and happy! It works, doesn't it?" I asked, clasping her arms.

Haru sighed. "You'll have to ask everyone's permission, including Kyo. We will finish this conversation after school."

I fidgeted all through lunch, waiting for the end of the day to come. During study hall, I began folding paper cranes to occupy my twitching hands. I got to about ten when I wondered if paper cranes could really fly. I wondered if people could fly if they tried really hard.

My hand held held my best made crane, and I aimed it toward Haru's desk. Of course, I missed by several meters. The crane ended up hitting the back of a pale boy's head. Fixing for an apology, I watched as he picked up the bird and walked to me.

Looking up as he reached me, I couldn't stop my mouth from falling open. I had always known I was beautiful, but this boy was absolutely gorgeous! His hair and skin were the same platinum blonde color, and his features were delicate and small. His eyes were black holes I felt myself falling into. "Is this yours?" he asked quietly.

I nodded, struck speechless. He smiled softly. I stared again: his was another million yen grin.

"I'm glad you got it back. Now, if you'll excuse me." The boy walked back to his desk with a perfect grace. Where had that beautiful creature come from?

I stared after him for a while, until Haru led me to the empty music classroom, picking Kyo up on the way. He followed dubiously, not sure what this was about. I smiled encouragingly, and he relaxed.

Hika, Kao, Hani, and Mori had already arrived when we got to Music Room Three. Kyo seemed wary; I realized he hadn't technically met any of them.

"So, the twin on the left is Hikaru, and the twin on the right is Kaoru Hitachin," Haru said, pointing to each of them as she spoke.

"Haru-chan, that's not right," Hika said. "I'm Kaoru."

She shot him a look. "I've been able to tell you apart since the day we met. You are Hikaru."

Hika and Kao hugged her into a little Haru sandwich. "We love you," they said simultaneously.

"They're like my little brothers," Haru-nee explained to Kyo. he looked surprised, but sort of content, as if family was a rarely seen concept.

"Those two are Hani and Mori," I said.

"Hello!" Hani cheerfully exclaimed. "Mori and I carried you to Haru's house on Friday. Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you all too," Kyo replied.

"We're like a great big family," I affirmed. "Haru and Hika and Kao are siblings, Hani and Mori are the gay uncles, and I am the father."

Kyo stifled a laugh. "Who's the mother?"

I thought about that. "You're correct. We don't have a mother." I paused. "Well, since you are now part of the family, how about you be the mother?"

His mouth dropped open. Haru-chan smirked. "You walked right into that."

I began to lay down my plans for us, "So I saw Kyo smile, and I realized how pretty we all are. Maybe we could use that to our advantage."

"Hani is especially popular for his cuteness and love of sweets. So is Tama, for his supposed utter hotness and wanting to make everyone happy," Haru supplied.

She laughed at the face I made in response to that, and then continued. "I was thinking of a sort of host club. Girls could get to know you all, pay per half-hour, and we would all benefit."

Our silence spurred her to say, "It was Tama's idea!"

"Why do you blame everything on me?" I asked indignantly.

"No one ever believes I come up with things like this," she justified. "Besides, you did come up with that."

"When should we start?" Kyo asked, holding a notebook from his backpack in his hands.

"Now," I said. I was given blank looks.

"We'll just do it in here. In fact," Haru-nee said, "they should be outside the door."

Kyo looked a bit flustered, as did Hani, but we all got in a group and welcomed the swarms of girls into Music Room Three.

We perched on some couches across from several decently pretty girls. I just was myself, and it seemed to thrill them, but all I could think about was the beautiful platinum boy.

My distraction happened to only be noticed by Haru, who gave permission for me to leave early. The school was deathly silent; my footsteps echoed on the tiled floors. I banged my head against my locker when I reached it. Why didn't I ask for his name? Why didn't I kiss him or hug him or ask to marry him or do something besides stare awkwardly? I didn't know why it was so hard to talk to him.

"Are you alright?" a smooth, quiet voice asked. I turned around to see him. Now I knew why. He was completely and utterly captivating, in the way of people that don't know how beautiful they are. I sank down to the floor in defeat. I would never be able to shake myself out of my stupor. The boy looked at me in alarm. "Are you really alright?" he wondered worriedly.

There was a pause before I answered. "What is your name?"

I thought I saw a slight blush on his cheeks, but that was impossible. "I'm Umehito Nekozawa, third year."

"Tamaki Suoh, second year," I replied, probably with a ridiculous blush on my face. "Why were you in my class?" I blurted.

To my relief, he grinned. "My class in noisy, and your homeroom teacher and I are friends."

"Oh." My gaze turned to the ground. I had been ogling a senpai! That was entirely incorrect behavior!

"Why aren't you looking at me?" Umehito asked suddenly, a hint of sadness and anger in his voice.

I looked back at him. His eyes glinted, with unhappiness filling their black depths.

"Is everything...?"

"Nothing. It's fine." He flicked his hand and smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

After a long silence, I couldn't take it anymore. "I want to see you again," burst out of my mouth. I then cursed myself. I could never hold my feelings in for long. But Umehito didn't seem mad.

"I want to see you again also." A tremor entered his speech, but that made no sense.

Before reprimanding the very thought, I stood up and fiddled with the lock on my locker. Taking out a Sharpie, I held out my hand and the marker. "Can I have your number?"

Nekozawa POV

I took the Sharpie from him, my fingers brushing his. The back of his hand was soon covered in a neat scrawl of numbers. "My turn," Suoh said, taking the marker. His writing was careless, but I kind of like it.

"There," he said, cheeks turning slightly pink. "Now I can call you."

"I'd like that," I said, and meant it. His facial expression was all I needed in response.

I reached the restaurant later than usual, apologized to my aunt, and began waiting tables. I was glad it wasn't Kuze's shift: he would have taunted me endlessly about my hand. At 10:00, when my shift ended, I headed up the stairs to my small bedroom. I collapsed on my bed, wondering, Why was, I dared to think his name, Tamaki the only one I was dreadfully awkward around? I gazed at the ten-digit number on my hand until I fell asleep.

So I get that Nekozawa's OOC, but since this is an AU, it had to be like that. Tamaki met someone more beautiful than himself! there will be more of them later.