This chapter was added in for the sole purpose of fluff. Well, maybe not. *evil grin* I actually planned this chapter, unlike chapters 7, 9, and 10. Enjoy!

Nekozawa POV

Tamaki had his arms wrapped around me in the car. Yesterday, he'd kissed me in front of all his friends, and I had to hide my face because my temperature increased to maybe 40 degrees C. Seriously, I was checking for fever after that. "Did you know the twins knew about us?" he asked once we'd left the building.

"Yes, actually. I noticed them watching us." Tamaki looked at me like I was a beautiful, magical siren.

"You are amazing, princess," he replied. He kissed my cheek lightly. "Now, we can go on our date tomorrow, right?"

I nodded. "Let's do it. I hope you get frightened and hold on to me."

So here we were in Haruhi's car, being driven to the amusement park. "You two will behave. No Public Displays of Affection, no excessive singing, no making scenes, and no foreign food! Am I clear, Tama?" Haruhi looked incredibly serious.

I grinned. "Has any of that happened before?"

"Yes. And it won't happen again, will it?" she threatened. I kissed him quietly.

"I'll keep him on track. Thanks for the ride." I yanked his hand out of the car when we got to the amusement park. "Now, let's have fun."

As with all dates, it started with a rollercoaster. "Come on, it'll be fun!" he said. "There's a complete possibility of throwing up, but we need to try not to."

I gaped at him. "That is your definition of fun. How is that..."

"Come on! We'll miss the short line. And then we'll have to do something even crazier to make up for it." I groaned very loud and long, getting some funny looks from a few moms shepherding their children to the bumper cars.

"Fine. Fine, fine, fine, but don't expect any other entirely crazy things from me today."

Tamaki huffed. "Crazy is the point of an amusement park. Experiences of all kinds, remember?"

"Don't try to get anything out of me until later."

He pulled me by the hand to the line of people queued up for the 'Death Shark'. A group of teenage girls were giggling in front of us. The weather was much more reasonable in this part of Japan, close to the ocean, so we were dressed in light jackets. Tamaki's hands, I realized, were bigger than mine. I felt really comfortable with him, loved and happy.

When we reached the front of the line, the person working the ticket scanner stared at us. For a moment I didn't recognize him, but then the orange scent hit me. Kuze. I had no idea he had more than one job. He opened his mouth to say something but I glared at him very hard for a while. I motioned between us and pointed to a small tent where we could talk. He nodded angrily and looked like he wanted to protest, but another look shut him up. I wanted to keep Kuze away from Tamaki.

With a couple steps, we had settled into one of the shark-shaped cars on the rollercoaster. Tamaki had curled me into him, making me put my arms in the middle of his on the pole we were supposed to be holding on to. I was basically sitting on his lap. "This is probably unsafe," I said, not very loud, because he was so close to me.

"I'll protect you." His voice was sweet and slightly husky. I wondered why.

The ride had lots of ups and downs, and the speed was pretty disorienting, but Tamaki was holding me, so it didn't matter. At least until the freefall. "Why the hell do they have to put these things on an already stomach-sickening ride?" I yelled against the wind.

"Because it's fun!" Tamaki yelled back, a grin spreading on his face. "Want me to hold you tighter?"

"No! I'm fine!" We were a meter from the drop. "Okay, yes, please hold me!" His arms pulled my waist into his chest and he put his head on my shoulder as we fell. And holy shit, was it a fall.

My knees were weak when we got off the little car. "So, rollercoasters are not my favorite," I said as he exclaimed, "That was awesome!"

I laughed gently. "What?" he asked.

"You are so cute. So goddamn cute." Tamaki blushed darkly and hid his face in my back.

"Well, you consented to sit on my lap the whole time, and I thought that was a little more than cute." I was the one blushing then. "You have some serious abs, my princess."

I was about to start saying something completely random and probably embarrassing when an annoying little voice interrupted me. "I even see you perverted faggots at a park. What has the world come to?"

"Kuze, you are in a public place," I said icily. "Please refrain from being as rude as I know you can get."

"Shut up. You need to get out of here before I make you." His face had twisted into an ugly grimace. "You people are disgusting."

"First of all, Tamaki," I turned to him, "this is my coworker, Kuze. Second of all, you have no right to tell us who we can and can't be with. No one has that jurisdiction. I am allowed to love and date whoever I want to, and you can shut your damn mouth. Just because I like boys, specifically this one, and you like girls doesn't mean I am worth less than you."

Kuze looked a bit speechless, as did all the people in a 5 meter radius. "Now, if you don't mind Kuze, and all other patrons of this park, Tamaki and I are going to continue our date." I grabbed Tamaki's hand and walked over to the food tents.

"Oh my God," he said when we were safely inside.

"He is an absolute dick and deserved to know it," I told him, taking an American fried something on a stick.

"You are so..." Tamaki trailed off.

"What?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"I love you more than anything." His voice was soft and beautiful. I kissed him quietly, drinking in the feeling of his lips on mine. Because both our eyes were closed, we jumped when we heard a group of fangirls squeal at us.

"Sweetheart, you should eat that while it's still hot." I motioned to the food in my hand. He smiled mischievously.

"Only if you feed me." Tamaki tilted my chin up with one finger. I shoved the foreign food in his face, but he just kept smiling. Tamaki ate that entire fried thing from my hand, licking my fingers when it was gone. I shivered at the touch of his tongue.

"Well, we've covered making a scene and PDA and eating foreign food, but we haven't done the excessive singing yet," I said, trying to shake myself out of how high Tamaki made me feel.

"I can sing. There is no such thing as excessive." Tamaki went out into the middle of the amusement park, dragging me behind him.

"And the bubbly pop music!" he started.

"Stay with me, baby stay with me

Tonight don't leave me alone

Walk with me, come and walk with me

To the edge of all we've ever known

I can see you there in the city lights

Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes, I could breathe you in

Two shadows standing by the bedroom door

No, I could not want you more than I did right then, as our heads leaned in."

"It's English." I remarked. People were starting to stare, and I didn't care at all. Tamaki was actually a very good singer, and his voice was entirely sexy. Damn, I loved him.

"Well, I'm not sure what this is gonna be

But with my eyes closed all I see

Is the skyline through the window

The moon above you and the streets below

Hold my breath as you're moving in

Taste your lips and feel your skin

When the time comes, baby don't run

Just," he walked forward to me, "kiss me slowly." I laced my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. My fingers ran through his very soft blonde hair.

When we broke off the kiss, he breathlessly asked, "Can we go somewhere else?"

"I believe we can cut off this date to go back home," I replied. "Yours or mine?"

"Mine," he whispered. "Because you're mine." I nodded.

Tamaki POV

I had to stop myself from giggling. Me and my gorgeous boyfriend had eaten foreign food, excessively sung, had multiple Public Displays of Affection, and made a scene. Haruhi was so going to kill me, but I really did not give a crap. I wanted to kiss him until his lungs gave out, or until we couldn't just kiss anymore.

Haruhi completely didn't notice Ume and I jittery from bottled tension and love. She asked us if we had fun, and we just smiled and said we needed to go home. Haruhi didn't question it, but a funny look crossed her face.

"My princess," I said as we reached my front door. "Come with me." Ume grinned and took my outstretched hand.

As soon as we entered the house, I shut the door, led Umehito into my room, and kissed him deeply.

We moved our lips together slowly, enjoying every second. His hands wandered over my shoulders and arms, kissing me. And oh my God did kissing mean so much more to me than it used to. It meant he loved me, and that meant everything. I slid my tongue along his bottom lip to ask if he would let me in. He shuddered and moaned quietly, which encouraged me.

I gently ran my hands down his torso, hooking my fingers in his belt loops, and pulling him closer to me. That's how it was with lovers: they always needed to get nearer to one another. We were no exception. His hips moved against mine, entrancing me like the words I threw around in the host club entranced the ladies. His mouth still twisted with my lips, making me feel thoroughly loved. Or maybe just lip-screwed. One of his hands slipped under my t-shirt and stroked my back. I softly kissed his neck, causing him to huff in disappointment. Umehito tilted his head back, allowing me to have a better angle.

When I was done paying my full attention to his neck, not without many little red marks to show for it, I turned again to Ume's lips, but he pushed me down onto my bed. "Now, we can actually do this," he murmured, me completely able to feel him say it against my swollen mouth. Umehito's palms were flat on my chest, and his body had somehow, don't even ask, ended up on top of mine. Our legs became intertwined.

"You are very eager, my princess," I breathed, feeling his hand slide further and further up my shirt.

"You, sweetheart, don't know the half of it." And with that statement, that very sexy statement, he pulled my shirt off over my head.

"I can tell," I replied, trying to concentrate on what he was saying rather than the things his mouth was doing to my shoulder. And oh, did it feel good. Almost better than his voice.

I couldn't have counted the number of kisses we shared. It would be like asking the person running the Hubble Telescope to count all the stars in every portion of every picture they'd ever taken. Sometimes the love translates into stars, until there's so much of it, part of it forms the Sun. Love is the Sun. It was a good line, I remembered thinking, or maybe I was so kiss-addled my amazing poetic mind was failing.

In a period of time, I had removed Umehito's shirt as well, pushing it off my bed with mine. His chest was exactly as I'd imagined it in that fantasy during our first date. He loved me. Which was the real reason we were curled up on my bed, kissing and taking off harmless items of clothing: I loved that gorgeous, platinum-haired third-year, and he loved a little brother-type, blonde second-year. He meant the whole world to me.

Our bare chests were pressed together, Umehito's hips on top of mine, Umehito's body lining up perfectly with mine. Both our sets of hands were braced on the other's jeans, but neither one of us were going to go any farther. I wanted it that way, but at the same time I really didn't. "I think we should do that again sometime." Ume had a smirk on his face, an expression that I knew to be affectionate. My boyfriend was a total tsun-tsun.

"That sounds very good." I pushed him off me, and he stood up, holding out his hand for the two of us to go into the kitchen. We didn't feel a real need to put our shirts back on, although I was blushing up a storm in my corner without a layer between me and Ume's hands. We sat on stools and turned on the television, not expecting anything interesting. Not that it would matter; company made any sort of bad TV worth it.

"The headmaster of Ouran Academy is here to speak with us today. His new uniform ideas are apparently revolutionary," the reporter announced. "How are you today, Mr. Suoh?"

I started at the last name, the exact same as mine. As the man came into the view of the camera, I buried my head in Ume's shoulder. "He looks like a carbon copy of me," I whispered.

"Do you know him?" he asked, turning to look at me.

"You know, I never knew who my father was. My mother never told me. She told me he left us when I wasn't even born because my mom was an affair. Mom always said he loved her, but he couldn't stay. And then she left me alone seven years ago, so Haruhi and her father took me in. And my apparent father, whom I've never met, is showing up on live television. Wow."

Umehito hugged me. "We all have our days. Do you want to call him? See if he's the real deal?"

I shook my head as he was dialing the number on the screen. "So, we're just going to call this man out of nowhere, who has my last name and some semblance of my looks, to ask if he ever had a son?"

"Yes," was Ume's simple answer. The phone rang quietly after the segment on Mr. Suoh finished. A sound of someone picking up their phone echoed from our device.

"Hello, this is Yuzuru Suoh. What can I do for you?"

"Yes, hello, I'm calling on behalf of a friend. Did you ever have an affair with a woman named..." I mouthed the name, "Anne-Sophie?"

Silence was on the other end. "Are you from the press? Because that is a tragic story I don't wish to tell."

"No, sir. I'm not from the press. But I do think I have someone whom you'd like to know."

Ume handed me the phone. "Um, hi, my mother's name was Anne-Sophie, and my last name is Suoh. I think I'm your son."

See, told you there was more to this chapter than just fluff. Sorry, this didn't get updated on Valentine's because I had no writing juices flowing at all. Hope you liked it though!