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Chapter 8- Decision

The room was suddenly filled with a new silence. Everyone immediately began staring at us. We had just been caught in the act of negotiating. Aware that the entire club's eyes were now on me, I apprehensively began to fiddle with my little silver dragonfly necklace. "What are you two doing?" Tamaki asked, confused, his eyes glancing from me to Kaoru and back again.

For a moment we both just stared at him, shocked that with just one little word he had managed to ruin Kaoru's total plan. Then, the reality set in. I at last realized what I was being asked.

"Nothing!" I insisted hastily, "We were just talking about-"

"Clothing designs." Kaoru finished for me, creating a cover, "She's a fan of my mother's."

I was immensely grateful to Kaoru for saving my cover until I realized what he had just said. He looked slightly disconcerted as I gave him the evil eye subtly behind Tamaki's back. Why the hell would I ever be interested in clothes? Particularly ultra expensive designer ones. He was such a jerk.

I heard more shuffling from behind Tamaki and I stopped glaring menacingly with my deep green eyes at Kaoru and craned my neck, trying to see what was going on. Haruhi had come over to see what the commotion was. "What's wrong this time, Sempai?" she asked in a bored tone, clearly used to this sort of commotion.

As her chocolate eyes took in the sight of Kaoru and me standing guiltily together outside the door, they lit up in recognition. I felt a sudden flutter of dread. What did she think we were doing? She was smart, could she possibly have guessed also? Was I really that easy to figure out? "Are you switching over to request the twins, Miyoko?" she asked, completely oblivious to the trouble that she was about to cause.

"WHAT!" Tamaki shrieked, leaping into the air in pure shock, "She is switching over to… to…. THEM!Why would anyone do that when they could request me?"

Haruhi seemed to be surprised at his reaction. Obviously, she had not even contemplated the notion that he would be offended by this. Kaoru blinked in surprise as I found myself going bright red once more. "Huh?" I stumbled, puzzled, "No, of course not!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. Tamaki had disappeared from the open doorway. He had gone over to the far corner of the magnificent room. He was now sitting there in a bout of new mysterious darkness, twirling his finger along the ground in a sudden burst of depression.

"Umm?" I asked, confused as to why the other hosts were acting if this was the most normal thing to occur, "Shouldn't we comfort him?"

I found myself being ignored. No-one seemed to notice or care that he was now on what appeared to be the brink of suicide. "He's always like this," Kaoru replied from behind me, shrugging indifferently.

"Just go over there and tell him that you're not switching hosts." His twin – Hikaru – added helpfully.

"You are though, aren't you? You're going to request us from now on?" they accused in unison, circling me in an extremely creepy way.

Their facial expressions looked positively evil. I was so terrified that I immediately insisted "No!"

Slowly, as not to frighten him, I edged my way over to Tamaki's corner of woe. "Umm… Tamaki-Sempai?" I tried timidly, tugging on his hunched blue jacket softly with one finger, trying to get his attention.

"What do you want?" he replied miserably, not turning around to look at me.

He continued to twiddle his fingers on the wooden floor in a dejected kind of way.

"I'm not requesting Hikaru and Kaoru," I continued, trying to sound reassuring, "My only love is… you?"

To begin with, there was silence. It seemed that his mind took a while to process this new information.

"Really?" he said, looking up at me with hopelessly happy eyes, fresh tears still etched into his cheeks.

He looked so much like a little lost puppy who had just been given its first ever bone. He could have one an animal cuteness contest with that face.

"Yes." I confirmed, somewhat dismally.

Why did I always have to act so weirdly? I hated having to pretend to be in love with him. He was so impossible to be with.

"I knew it!" he gushed, his violet eyes filled with a brand new sparkle as he stood up and grabbed my back afresh. "I knew you'd come back to my side! We shall love each other forever and ever, my princess! Thank you so much! How could I ever have believed that something would have come between us?"

His eyes were filled with new tears of gratitude. Well, that was an unbelievably fast recovery, I thought.

"Tono," the twins said, clomping Tamaki on the back simultaneously, "Didn't she just betray you forever and ever, not be with you?"

"No." Tamaki insisted joyfully, his blond hair practically glowing with delight, "She would never do that."

"But that's contradicting yourself," they pointed out, clearly trying to provoke him again.

I could not believe that this guy could be so ultimately dense. Just two minutes ago, he'd been crouching in the corner, thinking that I'd betrayed him. He truly was the strangest person I'd ever met in my entire life.

"Why are you still here, anyway?" Hikaru asked, watching me stand in a crook of the room, unsure of what to do with myself.

I turned around, to face him. He seemed scared that I had now apparently stalked the host club for at least two entire hours.

"I'm just… enjoying the atmosphere." I said, madly inventing an idea. "But I should probably get going, shouldn't I?"

He nodded in recognition.

"Yeah probably," Kaoru agreed, stepping out of nowhere. "I'll show you to the front of the school. Knowing you, you'll probably get lost again."

I gave him a death glare for the second time that day as his twin blinked in confusion. He didn't understand why Kaoru was so interested in me. Well, I had to sympathize with him. Neither did I.

"I'm not an idiot, you know." I said irritably as I was being led down the corridor. "You don't have to hold my hand. I have gone to this school for a decade."

He didn't even bother moving his head. "If I did that, you'd just get lost," he replied grimly, gripping my hand even tighter than before, "Or probably, 'cause it's you, you'd run away."

"What sort of person do you think I am?" I scoffed, slightly hurt by his unkindness, "It's not my fault that you accidently lost your own game."

"Well," he said cunningly, at last turning around (but still holding my hand). "You haven't kept your side of the deal."

I stopped in my tracks. "What was 'my side of the deal'?" I asked nervously, genuinely baffled by his words.

"I told you who I am." He said, his amber eyes glinting, "You have to tell me your plan."

"What?" I complained, "That wasn't part of the deal."

"Well if you don't do it…" he said, turning his brown head in a childlike manner, "I guess I'll just have to tell the others. I'm sure that you won't mind, right?"

Was he blackmailing me? I found myself stuck. How could I tell him my plan and betray Naoko's trust? At the same time, how could I let him tell the host club about how I appeared to have an ulterior motive (though I'm pretty sure Kyoya knows)?

After a lot of hesitation, I decided that one person is better than six. "Alright," I hissed, lowering my voice to a whisper, "I'll tell you."

I pushed open the nearest door, which led to the empty classroom of 2-C. "In here, okay?"