Light filtered through the enormously gaudy windows as Haruhi ran down the empty halls of Ouran Academy. The footsteps behind her sent her dashing into a side room and locking herself in the closet. Her pursuer was undeterred by this action, as he resorted to pounding on the closet door until his knuckles were bruising in some places and bleeding in others.
"Haruhi! Open the door!" Tamaki's voice clamoured in Haruhi's ears, sounding almost
"Go away, sempai," Haruhi said tersely, malice lining her words.
"Locking yourself in a closet won't help," Hikaru's voice chided.
"Yea, Haruhi. Just come out, the boss is near hysterics," Karou's voice added, making Haruhi ball her fists in anger.
"I told you 'no' already!" she exclaimed exasperatedly, her strong voice making a deep decrescendo into a choked hiss.
"Haru-chan," Hunny said, his voice sounding closed to depressed.
Before Haruhi could speak up to defend herself once more, Kyouya's voice reached her ears loudly and clearly. Is he standing right outside the door?
"Leave her alone, everyone. She and Tamaki have to deal with this on their own. We have no business here. Come on, let's go back to Music Room 3, where we can speak about this orderly and rationally," he said, looking around at his fellow hosts.
Footsteps signaled the retreat of the majority of the host club and Haruhi felt like she could breathe normally again. However, the pain in her heart made her curl up into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest. Just when I thought everything was perfect, this happened! I thought for once- just once- that fate was going to be kind to me and let me have my way. Why did it have to be him? She felt something warm and wet trailing down her cheek and swiped it away fruitlessly. She was brought out of her woeful introspection by the jiggling of the door handle. Slowly, Haruhi unlocked the door, letting Tamaki open it just a crack. He sat to the side, in her line of vision, but at the same time, not entirely in her line of vision either. The moonlight stained his hair a brilliant silver. She looked up at him with teary eyes as he knelt before her trembling frame, embracing her and holding her close to him.
"Don't pretend sempai," she muttered ruefully, biting her lower lip to will herself to stop crying.
"I'm not pretending Haruhi. Can't you see I love you?" Tamaki said a little bit too dramatically, yanking her closer for a burning, passionate kiss.
The kiss itself was nothing short of breathtaking. Tamaki put all of his emotions into that single kiss, silently letting his beloved Haruhi know that it was she who held his heart in her tiny hands. It was she who saved him from himself and being lonely. It was she who he wanted to marry, not Jenette. For as beautiful as Jenette was, she would never even come close to Haruhi's beauty in Tamaki's eyes.
When the parted, Haruhi poised to strike Tamaki, but her hand stopped in the middle of the strike. The expression conveyed to her through his violet orbs was sincere, real, true and only for her. Haruhi had only dreamed of this moment. She lowered her hand, her expression reflecting nothing but utter shock.
"This is all a mistake," Tamaki choked, trying to suppress his tears to no avail
"Tamkai," Haruhi said quietly, brushing the tears away from his cheeks with the back of her small hand as the tears fell from his violet eyes.
Outside, Kyouya watched his friends from the shadows as they spoke to each other. This kiss was not a surprise. However, when Haruhi lifted her hand, no doubt to smack Tamaki in the face, Kyouya almost let his emotions get the best of him. His backstabbing heart told him to help his friends, but his mind told him there was no merit and that acting impulsively was illogical and would only lead to more misery. When Haruhi let her hand fall to her side, however, Kyouya visibly relaxed as he watched his friends, the lovebirds of the host club, kiss again.
Before, he would have turned away and walked off silently, blinding by jealousy. Yes, the Shadow King of the host club had once been in love with Haruhi Fuijoka. However, he had put aside his feelings and desires for his best friend, Tamaki Suoh, who was more fit to care for Haruhi emotionally more than Kyouya could even begin to understand. This loss helped him open his cold and wounded heart to a girl who could truly show him how to show emotion the way that only he knew how. And that girl was none other than Hakura Okonyo.
"Something bothering you, Hikaru?"a soft voice asked, cutting through the silence like butter.
Hikaru looked up from his trigonometry homework, seeing Akira, the older of the female twins, standing before him. He sighed, looking back at the paper before looking back up at Akira.
"Hey, are you any good at math?" he asked, closing one eye and blushing in embarrassment.
"I guess. Why?" she asked, shifting her left hip upward to rest her arm that was carrying her books on it.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I need some help..." he sighed, tapping his pencil against the worksheet that he called 'the devil'.
A little while later...
"So, you're saying that the tangent of the angle marked is equaled to the opposite leg over the adjacent leg of the triangle? Assuming it's a right triangle, of course," Hikaru asked, his eyebrows still furrowed in confusion.
"Exactly. And to solve for 'x' when 'x' is the numerator, just multiply by the tangent of 54. If 'x' is the denominator, then divide by the tangent of 54. You can use your calculator for that problem, I think," Akira said matter-of-factly.
The elder Hitachiin smiled, taking Akira's hand and kissing the back of it. Akira blushed, looking at the floor for a moment before looking back up at Hikaru. They both absently wondered where their respective twin was and what they were doing at this moment. At the same time, Hikaru and Akira wanted to relish the intimate moment they shared at that moment.
Tears hit the floor with a resounding 'splash' as a blonde girl with blue eyes ran down the halls, throwing doors open left and right, looking around desperately for someone. The sharp tang of blood reached Jenette's delicate nose, which sent her bolting to the baking club's kitchen. She saw Gabriel, the one she truly loved, holding a knife that hovered over his wrist. Oh my God! From Jenette's perspective, it looked like Gabriel was about to start cutting himself with the knife. She ran over to him, knocking said object out of his hand.
"Gabriel, please don't do this!" Jenette begged, close to tears.
"Why not?" Gabriel asked coldly, picking up the knife.
"Because self-injury is not the answer!" Jenette insisted, trying to take the knife from him.
"Self-injury? Jenette, I was cutting a leftover piece of cake for Hunny-sempai. I nicked my hand when I was originally cutting it and that's why I'm bleeding," Gabriel replied evenly, remaining as emotionless as he could manage
"Oh..." Jenette replied, "Gabe?"
"Hm?" Gabriel asked, wrapping gauze from a first aid kit on his hand.
Once again, Hakura knows everything. She told me I was going to hurt myself... Why didn't I listen to her?
He sighed, not looking at the blonde girl in the room with him. There was an empty feeling in his chest; he missed her already and she wasn't even gone yet!
"I love you..." Jenette said quietly.
Gabriel shook his head, "Don't say that if you don't mean it."
The over dramatic blonde launched herself into Gabriel's arms. In order to catch Jenette, Gabriel dropped the plate, which met the floor with a hard 'crash'. Thankfully, the cake was still sitting on the counter, so it was safe. He twirled Jenette around to prevent her from suffering the plate's fate. He picked up another plate and put the piece of cake on it. He then bent down and began to pick up the pieces of the broken plate. I'll have to replace that. Thankfully, it isn't rare or expensive.
"I love you too, Jenette... But it's not right. I can't go against your parents' wishes. Well, I guess this is goodbye," he choked quietly, running down the hall to the third music room.
"Gabe!" she cried, running after him.
"Thanks for the cake, Gabby-chan!" Hunny said gratefully, smiling.
"You're welcome Hunny-sempai..." Gabriel said, sounding far away.
"Something wrong?" Mori asked, looking at Gabriel, who was staring out the window, his mind floating in a different world.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's still in shock," Tamaki said, sounding wistful himself.
"I agree. Though I'm slightly surprised you didn't give up in your pursuit of Haruhi despite the fact that you're engaged. You must really want her, hm?" Kyouya asked, smirking slightly.
Tamaki blushed, "K-Kyouya! Don't say it like that! You make it sound like-"
"Wow boss. I didn't know you were that much of a pervert," Hikaru said, smirking.
"Yea, who knew. First he does some weird foreplay with her during a thunderstorm. Then he takes something that the Shadow King said and twists it to make it perverted. You really are bad, aren't you?" Karou taunted.
"Hey, stop teasing Tama-chan. He's all red now and I don't want him to get hurt," Hunny said defensively.
"Don't worry, this will end happily," Hakura declared quietly to herself, "I'll make sure it does!"