I guess I shouldn't have expected any reviews last time, huh. Meh. It's been ages but I will keep trying! (Yay! I sound like Tohru! Well, a bit at least...) OK so since last time I've read a few more mangas and watched a few more animes so I shall CROSSOVER CROSSOVER CROSSOVER! This might get a bit more lighthearted now.

The door opened and I saw the stranger standing in the frame as a silhouette. Obviously a teenage boy, Haru's age maybe?

'Who are you? I'm assuming Hatsuharu told you my name, because if you really are a stalker...' I clench my fists and hold my head up defiantly. I won't be beaten by a strange boy who thinks he's smart.

'I, princess, am Tamaki Suou from Ouran Academy!' He gestured out with one arm and touched his heart with the other, blonde hair and rose petals flying all over the place (where they came from, goodness knows).

Oh God. He's one of those is he? Ouran Academy's in the richer part of town, quite close to the Main House actually. It's a private school for super-rich idiots, this Suou kid being specimen A. I hate them for thinking they need a whole school to themselves just because of their wealth.

'Remind me again why you followed me home?' asked Haru, inspecting his fingernails as though this sort of thing happened every day. Maybe it did, for him. Once again, I felt a pang of sadness knowing that Haru's obligation to high school kept me from knowing much about his life, or much about him at all in fact.

'Cosplay!'

'What?' I asked, clear irritation in my voice. Suddenly I wanted this weirdo out of our house, our lives, our business. Leave now, Suou and forget us. I'll do my best to forget you.

'I was just so amazed by what this guy was wearing, and I had to know the secret of how he pulled it off. I mean, how many belts and chains do you put on before it becomes too much? And what about colours? Red and black is classic, but if you could somehow through in a little pink or yellow for Hunny-senpai, then I'm sure-' Definitely one of those Ouran kids. There is no way someone with any sense of respect would say that stuff. There is no way someone with any sense would say that full stop.

'What are you cosplaying for?' came the serene voice from Haru's spot on the floor. He sounded uninterested... so why the questions? But then, the closer I come to understanding Haru, the closer I come to madness. Maybe insanity isn't so bad after all.

'I'm so glad you asked me that!' Tamaki gushed, and began to explain the Ouran High School Host Club to us. But obviously by a few sentences in, Haru and I had sneaked upstairs, and left him proudly speaking to an empty room.

'Haru,' I began quickly, 'What do we do with the madman downstairs? Can't he just go back to his rich person house and look up cosplay on his rich person laptop and-' He silenced me with a finger against my lips, soft, yet reprimanding.

'I'll just give him whatever it is he wants, and you can stay here until I show him out, OK? If he wants cosplay, he gets cosplay. Rich people are too fragile to mess with, Rin.' Padding over to the staircase, he walked slowly down to the room below where Tamaki was still spieling on the beauty of God-knows what.

I stared out of the window listening to the echoes of my name being said by my favourite voice. If I could, I would make Haru say every word in the language just so I could hear how they were supposed to sound.

What do normal people do on Friday nights? Homework? Housework? Do they have the ridiculous custom of eating together as a family?

Family means nothing any more, not to me. I made that choice years ago. Why should families be forced to live together? What if there's something that can't fit around a dining table, that has to suffocate you in order to exist? My family have never understood me. And that doesn't make sense.

In the Jyunishi, the cat was meant to be the outcast. So why weren't the others accepted? Why wasn't I accepted? It's times like this that I can feel the horse spirit close to me, as though she has galloped past me and I can see where she used to be. My heart found a way to shape itself around the horse spirit and now all that is left is a hole from where it used to be.

I was sitting on my hands, and getting pins and needles. Back in the real world, strange things were happening downstairs, and suspicion was growing inside me. I rushed down the stairs to see what Tamaki was trying to get my Hatsuharu to do.

'Yes that's perfect, I could use that pose! I need to capture your expression too, get ready for your close up!'

I stood open-mouthed at the bottom of the stairs as Tamaki Suou took pictures of my boyfriend ...Was this really for cosplay purposes? What did this pervert really want? Haru was so unnervingly open sometimes that it wouldn't be hard to get him to strip...

'Hey! You, pretty boy? What the hell d'you think you're doing?' I strode over to him and snatched the digital camera from his hand. He looked shocked. Good.

'I'm modelling, Rin,' grinned Haru, 'Aren't I the pretty boy?' He dropped his pose and walked over to the two of us. 'Tamaki is telling the truth. He's just an idiot who loves cosplay, and wanted to see how we pulled off the dark look so well. And to be honest, I was quite enjoying that.' He always says what I least expect him to, but so fervently and honestly that I can't help but believe every word. Why would he lie? ...Would he lie? I stared up into Hatsuharu's deep, comforting eyes.

Tamaki's flailing arms were probably a call for attention, so after a few seconds (no rich dummy was going to rush me) I snapped my face round and growled,

'What do you want, Suou?'

'Er, I was, er haha, just wondering if you would like to be in some pictures with Hatsuharu here? I mean, the Host Club does need some inspiration for a dark themed cosplay as to how to make the chemistry work. We've never done it before except on Halloween, and the Black Magic Club at school aren't-' he shivered, '-exactly well-informed on how to please the ladies... Call it research!'

I was, little-by-little, getting to realise just how childish this guy was. I've seen alot of childish people in the Sohma family. On the scale, he's past Hiro, past Momiji, even past Akito and Shigure. Tamaki Suou, I thought, almost stifling a laugh, you are on the Ayame Sohma level of immaturity, congratulations.

'Rin?' A finger tapped my chin, asking a question.

'Fine, I'll be in the pictures with you, dammit. Not because you're asking though,' I added with a furious look at Tamaki, who smiled weakly and muttered something about Casanova getting a run for his money. (Once again, don't ask me.)

Haru draped his arms around my neck and began to play with my hair again.

'Don't,' I said softly and tried to turn away, even blushing a little at my vanity. Haru let me have my back to him, but pulled me close and began to kiss my neck where my hacked-off hair ended. I couldn't help but enjoy it and I-

'The twins will pay me for this! Kyoya's going to be so proud-' squeaked an extremely annoying creature from the corner of the room.

'Get... OUT!' I have never been more irritated in my life than the time I met Tamaki Suou. He scarpered very obediently, but somehow I felt like more was to come...

The dawn light woke me up the next morning. I was wrapped up in a pair of strong, safe arms, and a lock of white hair was hanging down over my face. My breath made it stir and twist about in the air.

'So you're awake then,' remarked the owner of the aforementioned lock. Suddenly I sat up.

'Oh God, Haru, you'll be late for school-'

'It's Saturday. Who's the mad cow now?' asked the voice behind my head.

'Still you,' I smiled. Typical Haru. Always organised, always planned, always level-headed.

'I love you, Rin.'

And just a little bit crazy too. It's a beautiful madness, Haru's mind. So dear to me and so close that I could almost touch it, but there's always something I miss. Something I can't foresee. And that is probably why I'm in love with him.

Thanks for reading! I'm glad I decided to carry on with this, I missed these two. I hope you liked Tamaki as well. I'm making up most of this on the spot, so I hope the randomness doesn't scare you away. I'm hoping to somehow bring in more Furuba and Ouran characters, and maybe some others too... Not telling! But seriously though, it means so much to even have a few people reading this, so thank you wherever you are. Chapter 4 will be Rin's new job, and it is arriving soon!