Tamaki sat in the courtyard alone. Normally he would have found Kyouya and would have dragged him somewhere by now, but he and Kyouya hadn't talked since Kyouya stopped coming to the Host Club. As much as Tamaki hated to admit it, he missed him.

I want to be angry with you, Kyouya. I want to be furious, to blame you, but I can't. I can't be angry with you because I understand now. I also can't be angry with you because I see the way she looks at you. Her face lights up in a way it doesn't with me. I wanted to be the man to put that smile on her face, but I'm not. You are. That's what I am really angry about. He gave a light chuckle at his own inner monologue.

When I think about it, it really isn't a surprise. You both have a lot more in common than I do with either of you. I was just too selfish to see it, just like I was too selfish to see that what she needed I couldn't give her, but you can.

Tamaki suddenly straightened up. He looked at the clock. It was time that Haruhi's class should be going to lunch. Tamaki quickly rose and raced around the courtyard and dining halls. He had to find her.

Haruhi had taken her box lunch to a quiet place by the fountain. Usually she would have cherished the time alone, but she was often alone now. She missed the Host Club. She missed all the guys. She kept up on all of her studies, but now it just wasn't enough.

"Haruhi!"

Haruhi recognized that voice instantly and raised her head to see Tamaki running over to her. He was winded by the time he got to her. "Tamaki-senpai?"

"I've been looking for you all over campus."

"Why? What's wrong? Is something wrong at the club?" Her eyes widened and she stood to face him.

He then embraced her hard and affectionately. Haruhi's eyes widened as she felt Tamaki's arms slide around her. Her mouth opened to say something when she felt Tamaki's hand cup her chin. "There's just something that I need to know." His head dipped, his eyes closed, and he kissed her.

Haruhi's eyes widened further as his lips touched hers. She sucked in a breath, completely surprised by this. Once the initial surprise was gone, her balled fists upon his chest had flattened. They raised and then gave him a huge smack right across his face. "Get off me! Are you insane?"

Tamaki rubbed his flaming cheek. He looked disappointed, but only for a moment. He then chuckled as he stood up straight. Looking to a very angry Haruhi, he gave her an affectionate, warm smile. "Why are you smiling?" Haruhi stormed at him.

"Thank you, Haruhi. I think I understand everything now. There was just one small part that I wasn't sure about, but you have cleared it up for me." Tamaki then just turned and walked away, leaving Haruhi confused and speechless.

Later, Tamaki had called a meeting in the Host Club for Hikaru, Kaoru, Mori, and Honey. He had a bulletin board set up with two very poorly drawn pictures of Kyouya and Haruhi tacked upon it. He also held a long, pointed stick which he aimed wrecklessly about.

"Men, this is our mission: Operation Kyouya and Haruhi Reunite! Otherwise known as Get them the Hell back into this Club!" He waved the stick around, causing all of them to duck.

"Watch where you are waving that thing." Hikaru remarked.

"But, Boss, you got what you wanted. They haven't spoken in forever, Hikaru and I know that." Kaoru stated. "Haruhi is free, isn't that what you wanted? I thought you loved her."

Tamaki sighed and gave Kaoru a smile. "I do love her." Tamaki admitted much to the surprise of everyone there. "And I love him too. I can't turn my back on my two best friends. He is what Haruhi wants. I see that now."

"Iiiiiiiiii'm not following." Hikaru scratched his head.

"I need to help them. Besides, Haruhi is a girl and she's walked through those doors. It is our job as Host Club to ensure her happiness."

"But haven't you been freaking out for the past week?" The normally silent Mori then asked.

"I have, but I was wrong. I thought that I was protecting Haruhi to keep her pure for whoever she would fall in love with. What I was really doing was keeping everyone away from her for me."

"Duh. We knew that." The twins said together.

"You did? Why did no one ever tell...never mind. Anyway, back on task. I thought that maybe I could make Haruhi fall in love with me. I should have known that a girl like Haruhi wouldn't fall for the princely type."

"So Haruhi is a 'cool' type." Honey concluded.

The twins sighed heavily. "We should have known."

"If my efforts in have any way protected her for someone, there is no man more worthy than Kyouya Ootori." He then pointed his stick fiercely at the very rough drawing of Kyouya.

"Put your stick away." Honey grumbled.

"Mine's bigger." Remarked Mori.

"But we aren't even really sure if he feels anything for her." Kaoru said.

"Oh, he does." Tamaki gave them a grin. "I just have to make him admit it."

Kyouya sat alone in the classroom. It was still too early for class, but he was reading ahead. He did a lot more reading. As it was, he had a lot of extra free time to waste.

"Ootori."

Kyouya looked over his glasses to see Tamaki in the doorway. He started into the room. "Suoh."

Tamaki stopped. There was silence. Kyouya arched a brow. Then Tamaki threw himself upon the desk. "Come back to the Host Club! We are swimming in debt! I can't take it! I got a D in Calculus!"

"I suppose you want me to tutor you." Kyouya deadpanned as he looked up from his book.

"It's not the same without you. There's no order. Come back, Kyouya! A family needs two parents!"

Kyouya closed his book and put it away. He then leaned on the desk. "Are you finished acting like an infant?"

Tamaki nodded his head furiously. Kyouya regarded Tamaki carefully with a "Hmm" and his fingers upon his chin. Tamaki didn't have the face for deception.

"I was out of line, Kyouya. I'm sorry. You were right, about my selfishness, all of it. Well, almost all of it."

"Enlighten me on which part I was wrong." Came his sarcastic reply.

"About you and Haruhi being together because of your fathers." Tamaki said softly. Kyouya's eyes narrowed and Tamaki could feel the sting of Kyouya's glare. He really could look evil. Tamaki went on. "You love her. I know that now. You see, while I was ignorant to my own feelings, you always knew yours. While I aimlessly flaunted my affections, you kept yours under wraps. No one can get close to Kyouya Ootori, but she did get close to you."

Kyouya just stared at Tamaki. Tamaki was such an idiot, and yet he could always see right through him. Tamaki knew he was getting to Kyouya, so he went on. "Even while you were throwing her at me, you loved her. It was never a competition with you. I see that now. You did it because you treasure our friendship. You are like a brother to me, Kyouya. The smarter, wiser, slightly less handsome brother."

"No, I'm definitely more handsome also."

"Say you'll come back to the club?"

Kyouya's eyes narrowed as he thought. Tamaki looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Kyouya then sighed heavily. "Yes, I'll come back."

"Yay! I promise that I am no longer angry that you are arranged to be married to Haruhi." He lifted up his right hand.

Kyouya frowned and then replied, "Well, it hardly matters now. I've already withdrawn from the arrangement."

Tamaki slammed his hands on the desk. "What? Kyouya! You are supposed to be the smart one!" Tamaki then grabbed Kyouya's shirt collar. "You need to tell your father that was a mistake and get back in the game!"

"Can you unhand me? This is silk."

"It feels great..." Tamaki shook his head. "I mean it, Kyouya. Do it and then show up at the Host Club at 6pm."

"I am afraid to ask what you are planning."

"No earlier, Kyouya. I mean it!" Tamaki then was right out the door.