A/N: Just trying to create a linking chapter, so it may be a bit random and fast moving … R&R

Disclaimer: I Kitty-Rae have never been referred to as Bisco Hatori

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Haruhi sat hunched over gripping her stomach. The pain she was feeling felt as though someone had plunged a sword into her abdomen. The only movement she would make would be when she brought the waste paper basket to her mouth so she could remove the contents of her stomach.

The receptionist walked through the medical room door a few hours later only to be greeted by the stench of vomit and Haruhi huddled in a ball at the foot of the plush sofa. She breathed a sigh of relief; at least the poor girl hadn't been sick on the sofa. It would have cost at least a million yen for a replacement.

"Haruhi, since your father is ill in bed and unable to collect you. Mr Hitachiin has offered to take you home." Said the receptionist. Haruhi groaned, she knew she couldn't turn down the offer without supplying and excuse. Haruhi uncurled herself and clambered onto her feet. Following the receptionists directions she walked into the office, ready to be greeted by Mr Hitachiin. She lowered her gaze unable to look this monster in the eye.

"We'd better get you home." Said the monster standing before her. Smiling at the woman seated behind the desk. He held out his hand which Haruhi took, fingers crossed hoping that he really would take her home.

Haruhi was thrown out of the car at the usual spot; many women were already preparing themselves despite it being early in the evening. She walked over towards Narumi, who was surrounded by a group of other girls, each looking identical to each other the only difference being the costume they were wearing.

"Hey Narumi" Haruhi said nervously, the other girls stared at her whispering remarks about her appearance to each other.

Narumi turned away from the other girls. "Hey, you don't look so good, take this." She commented holding out some paracetemol. The leotard she was wearing accentuated her baby bump and Haruhi couldn't help feeling sorry for her, Imagine working the streets, pregnant with three starving children waiting for you back at home. Narumi led her to a run down café and offered her a seat while she went to order.

Haruhi sat with Narumi for an hour with a coffee before they were interrupted by her phone.

"Sorry, I had better take this." Haruhi said nodding at Narumi before she got up and walked into the abandoned toilets. Haruhi pressed the green button on her mobile once she was confident she was alone. "What is it Tamaki!"

Tamaki hesitated, shocked at the anger in her voice. "I know your secret…" Haruhi gripped onto the edge of the sink in order to prevent herself from collapsing. How could he know?

"I don't know w-what y-you're talking about" Stuttered Haruhi.

"It's okay, there's no need to hide your feeling from me, I feel the same way. Also now that we are an item I would rather that I was the only one to see your costume. Even though it was a nice surprise, that kind of out-fit should only be worn when you're going to … you know …"

Haruhi at first breathed a sigh of relief but once she realised what Tamaki was hinting at her mood changed. "I went to a Halloween party!" She shouted.

"Why didn't you invite me?" Whimpered Tamaki, not noticing that June wasn't really the month you celebrate Halloween. Haruhi ignored this and hung up the phone. She exited the bathroom and walked back towards Narumi.

Tamaki ran to his 'emo corner' and burst into tears. How could the woman he loved just reject him like that? Tamaki soon recollected himself and walked out the front door ignoring the sympathetic questions the maids asked him. He needed somewhere he could distract himself and he knew exactly where to go.

Haruhi paced up and down the street looking for customers. Many people would stop to take a closer look at her intrigued by her appearance, but once they noticed the vomit stains on her shirt they quickly reversed and began searching the streets again. Haruhi then noticed Tamaki exit a strip club and hid herself behind a bin, but she reacted too slowly and ran towards her.

"Haruhi!" He shouted his arms wide ready to hug her.

Haruhi took a step back. "My names not Haruhi, I'm Polly, you must have me confused." Stammered Haruhi.

"Oh right sorry, you just remind me of someone that broke my heart…" Whispered Tamaki. "I was just wondering, what do you prostitutes even do?"

Haruhi couldn't help but take advantage of Tamaki's naivety; this could allow her to receive her father's medication without needing to 'work' for it. "Well really we just keep people company, like watch films with them at their house and stuff"

Tamaki raised his gaze to look Haruhi in the eyes; I could really use some company right now. How much does it cost?"

"Well I charge about 3,000 yen for 3 hours and then an additional 1000 yen for every hour after." Haruhi said confidently. Tamaki removed 6,000 yen from his wallet and handed it to her. She rubbed the notes between her thumb and forefinger before she tucked it into her sock.

Haruhi sat on Tamaki's waving her legs. She felt terrible and wasn't in the mood to co-operate.

"How about we watch a film?" Inquired Tamaki, drawing back a curtain that hid a variety of DVD's.

"No!" Shouted Haruhi

"Well why don't we…"

"No!" Interrupted Haruhi, she didn't care about Tamaki's feelings the only feelings she cared about were her own.

Haruhi was soon bored of Tamaki suggesting ideas and swung her feet over the bed and marched down the stairs into the grand dining hall. She brushed her hand over the fine oak furniture and then took an orange, balancing it on the palm of her hand. Anger flooded through her and she brought up her fingers and dug them into the fruit. The juice flew from all angles as the orange was crushed, hitting Tamaki in the eye. He began crying and Haruhi wrapped an arm round his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me" Pleaded Haruhi. She couldn't explain what was coming over her. One minute she wanted to kill Tamaki and the next she felt sympathy for him. Her mind then drew back to when her father would always tell her about how when her mother was pregnant with her and would suffer from extreme mood swings.

"Tamaki I think I'm pregnant." Said Haruhi burying her head in his blond hair.

"Wait, Polly… How did you know my name?"