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I'm With You

~Chapter 2~

She woke up to the feeling of her skull being cracked open. Okay, maybe it wasn't being smushed, but it sure felt that way to her. She felt almost disappointed and regretful to have woken up that morning. But, she knew it was supposed to be coming sooner or later.

Haruhi's eyes fluttered open as she felt her headache lighten. She felt confused to her surroundings. Last time she was conscious, she was on a cold bridge in an unfamiliar park being pounded by rain. And then, a sudden memory flashed across her mind. A man! There had been a man before Haruhi before she fell unconscious!

Haruhi let her vision get used to the lighting before she looked around at her surroundings. She was laid in a big, fluffy, and expensive looking bed. She had been changed silk pajamas and had a wet rag on her forehead. The room surrounding her was decorated lavishly with the utmost expensive and popular items on market may it be from furniture to paintings alike.

Her observing eyes landed on something, or rather someone, she didn't ever think she'd meet: a Suoh.

Yes, Haruhi has heard of him before. She can't exactly remember his first name, but Suoh's father is a very important and well known business man. She'd seen the boy, who was currently sleeping on a very comfortable looking chair next to her bed, on T.V whilst watching the news.

Every single foster sister she had always doted on him and kept talking about the guy. It's amazing that she hadn't bothered to remember his name even after all this time. Haruhi brushed the matter to the side, oh well.

Before she could stop herself, Haruhi let out a small sneeze, waking up the young man beside her. His eyes snapped open as he glanced around the room before they landed on her.

His eyes widened as he saw that she was awake. Quickly, he stood up, rand to the door, and yelled, "Shima, she's awake!"

Then, he ran back to her side and kneeled down, looking at Haruhi with the utmost interest.

It was quiet between the two. Haruhi felt rather awkward with this young man staring at her. She had no idea why he was staring at her. All that she noticed was that he was staring deeply into her eyes.

Tamaki couldn't stop staring at her eyes. He found them to be the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on. Her big brown eyes were shining with an innocence that was most adorable, yet there was so much intelligence gleaming within them as well.

After who knows how long, Tamaki finally got to his senses. "I'm sorry miss, if I scared you. I'm Tamaki Suoh. I found you on a bridge last night and I brought you here. Tell me, how are you feeling?"

But, the girl didn't answer. She just stared up at him with curiosity and nervousness.

Just as Tamaki was about to comment on her silence, Shima came in with a couple of maids trailing behind her.

"I see she's awake" Shima said, throwing the comment at Tamaki.

He blushed as he remembered how he had reacted to the uprising of the young lady. But, Shima didn't take notice as she made her way to the side of the young lady.

"How do you feel, my dear?" Shima questioned, taking the damp rag off the girl's head and taking her temperature.

The girl just stared at those surrounding her, making no move to speak.

Shima raised an eyebrow. "Would you rather write down your response?"

The girl didn't reply, not daring to look any of the people occupying the room in the eye.

"Please get a pen and paper for the young lady" Shima told one of the maids.

The maid nodded and rushed off to get the items as another wheeled in a cart with a steaming how bowl of soup.

"You should eat" Shima told the girl. "You had a rather high fever when Young Master Tamaki brought you in last night."

The girl did not react at all until Shima made a move to help the young girl sit up. The girl didn't try to fight off Shima's actions, but she did show a bit of hesitance.

Once more, a maid scurried into the room, handing a pen and paper to the girl. She readied herself by setting the writing pad down on her lap, opening up the pen. She looked up, a reluctant gleam in her eyes.

"Firstly," Shima started, not bothering to notice the girl's nervousness, "could you tell us your name?"

Tamaki watched as the girl placed her pen on the pad, but didn't make a move to write a letter. She seemed to be even more shy and hesitant than he thought.

Tamaki stood up, sitting on another chair that a maid had placed conveniently on the other side of the young girl's bed. He grabbed onto her free hand, causing the girl to jolt her gaze to him.

"Then," Tamaki started, staring deep into the girls eyes with the best smile he could muster, "shall we call you 'Princess'?"

The girl's eyes widened and she pulled her hand away from him, instantly writing something onto the paper given.

Tamaki frowned. Didn't girls like to be called 'Princess'? Didn't they like to be wooed with the charm that he just elegantly showed to this young woman? So why did she immediately pull away? And why did he feel so hurt?

Somehow, Tamaki found himself huddled up in a corner, curled up in a ball and wallowing in his own misery. This action is actually very normal for the young man. Whenever he didn't seem to get what he wanted, or was put down and teased by his friends (though he knew it was only playful), he would find himself doing this. But, never in his life had he done this for a person that he didn't know. No, this was the fist time that he's ever done that. Well, that is, until now.

And now, he wanted know how she was able to bring out this side of him after resisting his charm, which he indeed found odd. He snapped out of his stupor as Shima spoke up once more.

"Ah, Ms. Haruhi Fujioka… where is your family? They must be worried about you" Shima asked.

Tamaki's eyes widened. Her name is Haruhi? It's such a pretty name… He found himself making his way out of the corner and sitting in his spot next to her bed, waiting for her response. But, instead, she didn't answer.

"Oh my…" a maid muttered. Tamaki believes her name is Hanako. "May I… May I speak with her alone?"

Shima seemed to get the meaning of what Hanako said at the first glance in the eyes. She stood up and nodded to Hanako, ordering for all to leave the room but Haruhi and Hanako. Tamaki was thoroughly confused to the maid wanted to talk to this girl, but followed Shima out none the less. And as the door closed, Tamaki caught the sight of Hanako brushing some hair out of the girl's eyes and speaking to her softly.

"Why'd we have to go, Shima?" Tamaki asked, dense as ever.

"Young Master Tamaki," Shima sighed, "she may be able to get some answers out of Ms. Fujioka if she were to talk to her alone. Then, we could help her home to her rightful family."

"Oh" Tamaki said, feeling idiotic for his dense question.

"We might as well get you caught up with your studies Young Master Tamaki."

"B-but, I don't want to-"

"A young man must complete his knowledge database in order to ready himself for his future."

"I must stay here for our guest!"

"Surely our guest will be alright if you aren't here."

"But I'm sure Haruhi-…" Tamaki's sentence came to a stop. Why was he acting this way? He didn't know the girl yet he wanted to wait for her. He wanted to make sure that she would be alright. What is wrong with him?

"I'm sure Ms. Fujioka will be fine. Now, you're tutor is here." Shima grabbed Tamaki by the collar and dragged him off down the hall to the library.

Tamaki didn't try to fight. But that doesn't mean that he didn't walk himself either. He was trying to sort out his thoughts. The whole time that his tutor was trying to tutor him, all Tamaki could think of was Haruhi. She never left him mind, making him unable to focus on his studies. His tutor decided to just quit for the day, taking his leave without the notice of Tamaki.

Tamaki sat there, staring at the wall, full of wonder and questions of the girl.

"Young Master" a maid came into the library, "Miss Fujioka is finished speaking with Miss Hanako."

Tamaki's head snapped up at this news. "Ah, yes. Thank you. I will be there soon."

The maid bowed and left, carrying off her duties and order. Tamaki quickly cleaned up his books and papers, not bothering to notice the absence of his tutor, and ran off towards Haruhi's room.

When he came in, Hanako was right by Haruhi's side, speaking softly. Tamaki also noticed that, somehow, Hanako had gotten Haruhi to eat the soup that was brought in a while ago. Haruhi wasn't talking, but she did respond to the words that Hanako was saying.

Taking the first step into the room, Tamaki noticed the two ladies' attention drawn to him. Tamaki closed the door and looked around the room, for the first time noticing the other butlers and maids running in and out.

"Young Master Tamaki" Hanako stood up and bowed to her master graciously.

"Thank you for speaking to her Hanako" Tamaki said, flashing her his best 'host' smile.

Heat rose to Hanako's face as she quickly mumbled, "it was my pleasure" over and over again.

Yes, Tamaki sent her a 'host' smile. He is part of a club that he created at his prestigious school. Tamaki had created this 'Host Club' with the help of his best friend, Kyoya Ootori. Kyoya is seriously wealthy, like Tamaki, but he has the real brains of the group. But, we'll get to that later.

Tamaki sat at the seat, which he had sat in earlier and sent Haruhi a smile.

"Do you mind if I call you Haruhi?" Tamaki asked the resting girl politely.

Haruhi shyly shook her head, letting Tamaki know that she, indeed, didn't mind.

"So, why were you out in that storm Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, getting right to the point due to sheer curiosity.

Haruhi, hesitantly, grabbed the writing pad offered and clicked the pen, writing down her answer: 'I could ask you the same thing.'

Tamaki stared wide eyed at the paper. He couldn't believe how she had replied. She had such a smart reply. Tamaki pouted, showing her his well known and infamous 'puppy eyes'. She surely couldn't resist not answering him when he used his secret weapon. But, instead of doing what Tamaki had thought she would, Haruhi turned away towards the maid whom she had 'talked' with earlier.

Tamaki's spirit fell. He didn't know why, but he felt rather rejected when she had done this. Usually, he would just smile and push the matter aside when he was unable to get the details that he had wanted. But, with her, he acted… differently.

But, Tamaki quickly recovered from his depression and surprise, and smiled towards Haruhi once more.

"Well, why don't you talk?" Tamaki questioned her, hesitant and wondering if he might hurt her with it.

Haruhi looked down to her lap and fiddled with her pen a bit. She felt uncomfortable with that question, for it had a very complex story to the reasoning. But, she knew that her gracious host very much deserved an answer. So, albeit hesitantly, she put her pen to paper and wrote down her answer: 'I'm not comfortable with speaking to anyone.'

Tamaki read her response and gave Haruhi a small, meaningful smile. He truly does feel very happy that he got at least one answer and he was extra concerned for this young lady. He felt that unusual attachment to Haruhi once more as he noticed Haruhi give the smallest smiles back.

Tamaki felt a light blush in his cheeks and he could feel the sparkle spark in his eyes. Putting his hands to his cheeks, he cooed, "You're so cute!"

Immediately, Haruhi erased the small smile from her features, scolding herself for showing it to him. Haruhi didn't really trust anyone here; except for the maid, Hanako. But, with Tamaki, Haruhi supposed that she could trust him. He didn't seem to be the one who would do something bad and be untrustworthy. Not only that, but he had come to her rescue when she had needed someone, anyone, the most. And at Tamaki's little comment, Haruhi felt herself trying to hide the blush that was making its way up her neck and into her cheeks.

Tamaki's little 'rant' came to an end and he looked up to Haruhi and Hanako, making small talk over irrelevant thoughts. But, it wasn't really a normal conversation, for Hanako did all the talking and Haruhi only listened for what the maid had to say.

"Well," Tamaki started, his more serious side getting the better of him, "what do you want to do now?"

Haruhi and Hanako turned their attention to Tamaki. Hanako politely smiled to Tamaki and asked, "What do you mean, Young Master?"

With all the attention on him, Tamaki felt himself flush a bit. Poking his two pointer fingers together, he said, "Well, what would Miss Fujioka like to do about her educational needs and her life that we seem to know nothing about?"

This time, all attention went to Haruhi. She looked down at her lap, thinking of a possible solution for the problem that Tamaki had brought up. Actually, Haruhi felt quite stupid. She wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. Well, actually, she did, but she had forgotten about it for just a bit.

"What about this," Shima started, startling all the people in the room with her sudden entrance, "she will go to school with Master Tamaki and we will find out something more permanent."

"That's a great idea, Shima!" Tamaki jumped out of his chair, his fingers cradling his chin. Then, Tamaki snapped his fingers, capturing all of the attention from the butlers and maids inside the room. "Please measure Miss Fujioka and get her the school uniform. Someone enroll her into the school. Tell them we she will start this Monday."

Haruhi was stunned. She didn't think that this would happen. She was very, very reluctant about this. She knew that Tamaki couldn't go to a regular school. She knows that he probably goes to that really prestigious rich person school. But, she knows that she'd be able to be successful in it because of her smarts in education. She doesn't know what to say. She feels as if she owed these people everything for all that they were doing.

And she couldn't help but feel broken hearted that the reason why they were helping her out was because they felt sorry for her. Yes, she believes that they feel sorry. How could they not? She's a mysterious girl who refuses to speak and they know nothing about other than she had been found crying in the rain on a bridge. How could they not feel sorry?

Suddenly, she felt measuring tapes and people crowding around her, taking her measurements.

And as maids swarmed around her and Tamaki kept on fawning over her, Haruhi couldn't help but wonder just what she got herself into.

~Chapter 2 End~

So, they meet, Haruhi gets enrolled in a school, and the feel weird. Haha! Don't you just love it when I sum things up? :P

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