So I've been finding time to type tidbits at a time of these chapters. Sorry about this taking so long, I really shouldn't be on here...but for my fans, I will do anything! ;) or should I say, three...

Chapter 4

Haruhi slipped on a white blouse and a floral skirt. She knocked on the bathroom door. "Daaaaaad, are you almost done?" she asked.

"Almost done, Haruhiiiiiii!" he sang back. Haruhi rolled her eyes.

"Knock knock," someone said from outside the door. Haruhi looked at the clock. It was only six fifteen...

"Who is it?" Haruhi asked.

"It's Kaoru!"

"Where's Hikaru?" Haruhi asked as she opened the door.

"Oh, he's fine, if that's what you're wondering. Just didn't want to come, that's all."

"What do you mean? I thought you guys did everything together."

"Yes, we do, he's just a little disappointed about the situation."

"What do you mean? What situation?"

"He just doesn't want his little toy to go away." Kaoru looked upset too.

"Come on, Kaoru. Don't act like he's the only one who's upset. Besides, I thought you were happy for Tamaki senpai."

"Sure I am, Haruhi. But that doesn't mean I'm not bummed he didn't ask me to come too, even Kyoya would've been acceptable, you know? But such a newbie as yourself..." Kaoru wiped a tear from his face. "You're going away for a long time. It won't be a week's vacation, not even a month. You might as well be gone forever."

"But I won't be, Kaoru. I'll come back, the same girl I was."

"But you won't be the same, Haruhi. Give it some thought. One perverted boss, six or more months in London, with just him, only him to keep you company, none of the other hosts. You'd better watch your back, Haruhi. That's all I came to say." Kaoru got up and left through the door just as Tamaki arrived.

"What was he doing here?" Tamaki asked.

"Just dropped by to talk," Haruhi replied coolly.

"Uh huh, okay..." Tamaki looked as though he didn't believe him.

"Kissass!" Ranka ran over to the tall blonde and handed him a perfume. "Could you smell this and tell me what you think?"

"It smells beautiful, I can tell," Tamaki replied. Ranka rolled his eyes and waltzed out the door. Tamaki put his arm out for Haruhi, who grabbed it (she wasn't very good at walking in heels). "How do you feel about picnics, Haruhi?" Tamaki grinned.

"Seeing as how the last picnic I went to I ventured off and got poison ivy, they're not high on my list," Ranka said, poking his head back through the door. "Hurry up, slowpokes!" Ranka was gone. Again. He was higher maintenance than Tamaki.

Tamaki still couldn't shake the thought of why Kaoru was there. Was he jealous? No. That couldn't be it. The wouldn't be it! Daddy would not allow his father-daughter time to be wasted because of one of his kids getting annoyed. Especially his most difficult son, Kaoru. Or his doppleganger, Hikaru. Nope nope nope! He pushed the thought away quickly and tried not to show the red on his face to the girl. She, however, was clueless as usual.

And, nearby, the twins sat in the bushes, waiting to hear the plans for the evening.

"So where is this park?" Haruhi asked, not knowing one bit about the twins.

"Ah, does my daughter want to know where she's going?" Tamaki said like a retard.

"Excuse me? Your daughter?" Ranka asked.

"It's just a pet name, dad," Haruhi said. "Like how the Hitachiins call me their 'toy'."

"I see..." Ranka shot Tamaki an irritated glance. "Well, if you think you can show us a good time, I'd like to see you try. Now, which park is it that we're going to?"

"It's called Cherry Blossom. I hear it's fantastic to see all the cherry trees right about now."

"Ah yes, and how far away is it?"

"About a thirty minute walk, so it'll be even faster by car."

"Tamaki, have you ever noticed how completely and utterly USELESS you are when it comes to reading directions?" Ranka yanked the map out of Tamaki's hands and began looking at them himself. "This place is nearly forty-five minutes by car."

"Oh, um, I didn't notice the key..." Tamaki said, sulkily. He then got in the car and pouted.

"Um, senpai?" Haruhi said, tugging on his shirt sleeve. "Are you alright?"

Tamaki didn't reply. He just sat with a worried look on his face. The face that Haruhi cared so much about him and his well-being...he just wanted to...

NO! Tamaki screamed in his mind. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! Make it stop, please!

"Senpai!" Haruhi reached for his shoulder just as he turned his head. Haruhi ended up missing and placing her hand on his face, pulling it away quickly, red covering most of her face. "Oops," she muttered.

"I'm alright, really, Haruhi. Don't trouble yourself with little old me."

"But I care about-DAD!" Ranka stuck his hands between the two, forcing their faces (which were surprisingly close) away from each other. Haruhi shot him an evil look that made him whir around in his seat and face the window.

"Continue," Ranka muttered. He put in a pair of earbuds so he wouldn't have to listen to the shit Tamaki would say.

"What were you going to say to me, Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, suddenly concerned.

"I was just going to say I care about you. After all, you are my metaphorical father." Haruhi laughed.

"Haruhi, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah Tamaki, sure what is it?"

"Do you find me trustworthy?"

"Well, I was forced to trust you with that whole 'I'm not a boy' thing, although I really don't care either way..." Haruhi said thoughtfully. "But yes, senpai, I do trust you. You are trustworthy. You're the most trustworthy of any of the hosts, along with Mori and Kyoya. They don't talk much, anyways, though, so I highly doubt they count."

Tamaki looked away with discomfort. He looked over to Ranka, whose earbuds were still in. How did he tell her his mom died two years ago?