Hey~

Thanks for all the chapters... omg, I'm at 430, so on to 500!!! i promise, at 500 reviews, I will post, like... five chapters!

Five sound like a very good number :)

I would like to say, that daydreaming, and, well, dreaming about this story seems a little wierd... but flattering all the same :)

Also, reading in class, imitating the actions of the characters, or geberally being addicted to my crack like writing is just a fun concept for me, so carry on, even though I do not recommend it.

So, thanks all, I will carry on, due to high demand, and I am going to make a sequal... given that an idea for it comes to me.

Well... no, I just lied. I have an idea, I just don't know how to put it into context.

Big word that... context.

Anyways, read and review, and as always, ENJOY!!

ALSO!!! PLEASE READ!!! - don't hate me for this chapter... i was tired and probably on a caffeine high, and I regret it, but i have not time to change it.


I don't know where it came from, but the notes flowed out as if by magic.

It started out slow and simple, then it started to pick up. It was all in major key, and he even started to layer the melodies with right and left hands.

Then words came into my head, and they fit perfectly with the music.

"If I had to chose a rose... in this garden of delight... maybe we could take this chance...... Maybe you're my love."

I trailed off as the music continued to flow out, ad it got stronger, slightly faster... beautiful.

When he finally finished, after what seemed like hours, I heard a round of applause.

My head shot up, so fast I cracked my neck, and I saw the room filled with people that had walked in to listen and all the guys staring at us shocked.

"Where did you learn that piece?" asked Kyouya, pushing his glasses up.

"I didn't. I just made it..." Tamaki replied, slightly dazed.

"Really?" asked about five of them altogether. HE nodded and then I saw arms wrap around Tamaki.

"That was wonderful! Just amazing! I give you fifty refresher points!"

I did my best not to laugh at Tamaki who was gasping for air, then I patted him on the back.

"And so far, Tamaki is winning the game." smirked Kyouya.

The blond smiled, and gave me a thumbs up, then started coughing.

I patted his back, while Honey ran to get a glass of water.

"Well, you're winning." I laughed, and watched as he greedily gulped down the water Honey had brought him.

"Thanks." he gasped when he was done. Then Tamaki turned to me.

"You started singing?" he asked, meaning about midway when I had made up a few lyrics.

"Yeah. It just came from nowhere, like... like..."

"Like it was inside you, and it fit so perfectly with the music, so you sang it."

"Kind of."

"Can you write sheet music?" he asked.

"Yeah, I learned how when I was younger." I replied, scratching my chin.

"If I got some, would you write the music while I play it again?"

"I could try... if you can remember."

Tamaki chuckled, and then smiled warmly at me.

"It came from my soul. I'll never forget that music now."

And sure enough, when I came to write the music, it flowed out just as easily onto the paper as it did when he was playing it.

When I was quite happy with it, and he had signed it, he turned to me.

"Try and make some lyrics will you? I think they'd be nice."

I nodded, then went outside to get a well earned cup of coffee.

I hadn't paid any attention to the sound of Tamaki playing more on the piano. I was quite happy sat there watching the sun set. Kyouya came over with yet another cup of tea, and he sat next to me silently.

I watched him as he watched the sunset. Had he always looked that sad? I don't mean he looked depressed on an epic scale, he just seemed down...

He looked at me from the corner of his eye, and he sighed before looking back to the sunset and sipping his tea.

It was me. I was the reason he was sad.

I did think for a while that he might have still liked me... hell, I knew he still liked me. But I thought that after a few months he would have gotten over it. But the look on his face was telling me otherwise.

But what could I say? I'm sorry for loving him and not you? Somehow, I just don't think that would work.

I was about to start ripping my hair out, when I heard Kaoru shout 'Look out!', followed by a loud smash.

I jumped from my chair, leaving my coffee and dashed around the side of the pension to see Kaoru (with a cut on his face) smiling up at Hikaru.

"Brotherly love." I grinned, knowing that that would set Misuzu right off. And sure enough...

"Oh, it's so refreshing! Brotherly love! Ohh~"

He was up on the roof, spinning around, which I found very strange...

"The winners are the Hitachiin brothers!"

Haruhi sighed while Tamaki started wailing.

I shrugged slightly... then started to wonder.

"Where do I sleep?"

* * *

Takashi had called for a cab and we'd gone up to his cottage in the hills somewhere north of Karuizawa. It was a long drive, and I was still quite tired from the sleep I hadn't gotten. So I curled into Takashi's side; smiled as he put his arm around me, and drifted off to sleep.

Then next thing I knew, I was being carried indoors and placed on perhaps the most comfortable sofa in the world.

"I'll get a bed ready for you. Just relax." he whispered to me, stroking my hair back and smiling.

"'Kay." I muttered, closing my eyes and letting exhaustion take over me.

He came back not long after with my suitcase (I'd taken it to England, and in the time I got back to Japan and then been called to come here, I hadn't unpacked) and he more or less carried me to the bedroom he had prepared.

"Get changed, I'll be back in a little while with some food." he said gently, placing my case and me down on the floor.

"Okay." I mumbled.

I got out my pajama shorts... like, really short shorts. In black. And a green vest top. I left my bra on for the time being, and then walked out to see what was going on.

All I knew was a really nice smell was coming from the kitchen. So me and my growling stomach went to investigate.

I saw Takashi, in just pajama bottoms, stood over the stove stirring something in a large pot. He seemed to know I was there, because he told me to come in without even turning around to see me.

"What are you making?"

"Beef and vegetable soup." he replied, smiling almost as if proud of himself.

"You can make crab and soup from scratch but you struggle with cookies?" I asked, recalling the food fight we'd had all that time ago when Renge first appeared at Ouran.

"I never said I was good at sweets." he muttered.

"You never said you'd end up with half the dough in your hair." I laughed, feeling slightly more awake.

"Want to make some cookies? There's plenty ingredients in the cupboards."

He nodded towards a cupboard across the room next to a pantry.

Sure. I'd make cookies.

It didn't take long to find eggs, chocolate, sugar and other stuff. I'd made the dough and put them in the oven just in time for Takashi to take the soup (or broth... whatever) off the boil and start putting it in dishes.

We ate, and laughed, and had fun. Then we took the cookies out of the oven and left them to cool and whatever overnight, because apparently I looked about ready to drop, and he insisted I go to bed.

"Come on." he said, lifting me with ease and carrying me into my room.

"I can walk by myself you know." I grumbled.

"I know." he chuckled.

Fair enough, I was sleepy, but I didn't need him babying me.

When he placed me down and started to pull the cover back for me, I decided enough was enough... so I tackled him onto the bed when he wasn't looking at me.

"Roar!" I shouted, laughing when he turned and we had a mini wrestle.

Of course he won. He had me pinned down to the bed, holding my wrists down above my head and had straddled my waists to keep my legs down. We were both breathing heavily because fighting on a bed isn't the easiest thing to do.

It was only when he went a little red did I realize the position we were in.

"Holy crap." I gasped.

"I-I'm sorry." he muttered, starting to get off me, so I grabbed hold of his wrist.

"No, it... it's okay." I smiled at him in hopes of calming him... and me, down.

He looked at me in disbelief. Then looked kind of very confused. Then he just smiled.

After a moment of quiet, we laughed off our initial awkwardness and got to chatting, lay down on the bed. Then I got tired and cuddled into him, and he pulled me close.

I think we fell asleep like that.