"What the hell did you think you were doing?" He screamed at her. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"
"Me?!" Haruhi screamed over Tamaki. "What about you?! I had to do something! That guy was gonna kill you!"
"That's none of your concern! I don't want you worrying about me, I could have handled it. That's no reason for you to put yourself in danger."
"Of course it's my concern!" Haruhi's voice grew louder. "You didn't deserve to be involved. It wasn't your fight!"
"You don't deserve to be involved, either, Haruhi! That kid had no business talking about your dad that way."
"But it's not your burden to bear, Tamaki!" At that moment, a limousine pulled up next to the side walk where they stood.
"Your burdens are mine, Haruhi." He was no longer yelling. "I will do whatever it takes to protect you!"
"And why is that?" Haruhi asked, still shouting. "I already have a father, you know!"
"I know," Tamaki said, looking at his feet. "I just…I don't know."
But Haruhi knew. Everyone knew. Everyone knew except for him.
"I think you do know, Tamaki. So why don't you just come out and say it?"
"I…" His voice cracked and then rose. "There's nothing to say."
Haruhi sighed and shook her head. "Tamaki, you idiot."
A honking horn caught the two of them off guard. The limousine that was waiting for Tamaki was different from the one that had dropped them off. The window in the back rolled down, revealing Kyouya's smirking face. "So," he said, "did you two have fun?"
They both stiffened and cleared their throats. Tamaki began, "Well, I have to…"
"Yeah," Haruhi said, staring at her shoes.
"So…see you…"
"At school, yeah."
"Well, uh…goodb—" To his surprise, Haruhi's arms were wrapped around his waist, and her head was buried in his chest. His face glowed bright pink.
"You'll figure it out eventually," she said. Without looking back, she turned around and walked up her stairs. Tamaki cocked his head to the side like a confused dog and watched her walk away. He looked down, remembering the unconscious thug at his feet. He pulled a fifty-dollar bill from his wallet and shoved it in the bleeding boy's pocket. "There," he said, "that should cover the nose-bleed. Do me a favor and buy yourself some manners."
Kyouya and Tamaki sat quietly for the majority of the ride home. Finally, Tamaki broke the silence. "What the hell do you keep smirking about?"
Kyouya's glasses flashed. "You still haven't figured it out, eh?"
"Figured what out?" Tamaki said, annoyed.
"You'll figure it out eventually," Kyouya said echoing Haruhi's words.
Tamaki's eyebrows furrowed. He felt like screaming at Kyouya and demanding to know what all the secrets were about, but somehow he felt like he knew. Instead he just said, "Thanks for the ride."
"Any time," Kyouya replied, lips remaining fixed in his all-knowing smirk.