A silence enveloped the Third Music Hall. Everyone stared over at the dark-rimmed eyed boy who stood near the Shadow King. He had a crooked smile on his face, and the air-conditioner lightly blew through his maroon colored hair. He always did enjoy watching people squirm.

"I'm sorry… What did you say? I think I might have misunderstood what you said…" Kyoya said in a chilling tone as a spark of light filtered through the lens of his glasses. His hard glare hit Gaara full-on, but the other boy didn't even flinch.

"Oh I will make sure to better elaborate. I would like it if Haruhi would be the one to measure me," Gaara said smoothly. Sakura and Naruto looked at each-other worriedly. They weren't entirely sure what Gaara was attempting to do by this. Yet, all in all they were sure it couldn't be good.

"That's what I thought you said," Kyoya let out in an almost bitter tone. Haruhi looked at him curiously. What on earth was he upset about? Haruhi in truth didn't mind having to measure Gaara. It was a strange request, but then again she noticed he was slightly different around her.

Everyone was still a bit on edge. The twins were slightly peeved about the proposition set forth. Mori looked in-different, yet interested. Honey-Sempai just had a smile on. He could see why Gaara might want Haruhi to help. She was a very nice person.

"I don't see what the problem is. I assure you I won't do anything to Haruhi. It's not like he's a girl…" Gaara said smoothly as the crooked smile came back to his face. That is when the Host Club Members froze into place.

The ever quiet Mori's face turned stern, Honey almost choked on the cherry he was munching on, the twins eyes turned wide, and Kyoya snapped his black note-book shut loudly. Haruhi was somewhat surprised and un-sure of how to feel at this point.

Sakura and Naruto looked on in interest. Everyone had grown eerily quiet after Gaara spoke. The before mentioned boy, started walking to the tailor. He plucked the yellow measuring tape from his hand and headed towards the other room. With one look back, he gestured his head for Haruhi to follow.

Haruhi looked back at the other people in the room and back to the door Gaara had just walked through. With a Shrug of her shoulders she followed the boy into the other room. She really didn't mind if people knew she was a girl. She sometimes wondered if it would be easier that way.

The others watched as she disappeared behind the door before it shut closed. The room was still unbearably quiet, and it was somewhat making Naruto and Sakura uncomfortable. Kyoya walked over to his desk and set his black notebook down.

His eyes, hidden behind the glare on his glasses, narrowed into tiny slants. His fingers rapped on the table before he reached for his cell-phone. He was going to need to make a few calls. Standing up straight he proceeded to walk out of the Third Music Hall.

"It just got dangerous…" Kyoya muttered under his breath.

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Meanwhile…

The conference room was stiff and boring. Old arid men sat around the conference table talking about this or that. The discussion was strictly business of course. An almost in-audible sigh could be heard from one of the occupants of the room.

He was by far the youngest person in the room, and by all standards the most handsome. He had the most spectacular blonde hair and dazzling pure blue eyes. He knew how to hold himself in a meeting like this. Even though today was just practice…

Tamaki looked over at his father who was conversing with another gentlemen right beside him. The poor king was almost bored to tears. He wondered what the Host Club was doing right at this moment. He hoped that the protection he ordered was doing their job right.

"Haruhi…" Tamaki muttered under his breath. He dearly missed his "adoptive" daughter the more he thought of her. He felt very strongly about the girl. Yet, what he couldn't realize was that it wasn't entirely a fatherly feeling. It was far more than fatherly love.

Suddenly a strange feeling overcame him. His Haruhi senses were beginning to tingle. Something was not right. Something was putting the world at an imbalance. Something was wrong with HARUHI!

Tamaki screeched the wooden seat back behind him as he stood up abruptly. His shoulders slumped as a serious expression came onto his face. The other men in the conference lifted their heads to look up in interest at the youngest person in their presence.

"Son, are you alright?" Mr. Suoh asked as he watched Tamaki stand up straight. Tamaki merely nodded his head and proceeded to walk out of the conference room in quick brisk steps.

Tamaki had exited the conference room very professionally and with full dignity. No-one had said a word after he left, and then they continued on with their trivial conversation. When Tamaki was sure no-one could see him, he went and took on the situation that faced him like he normally would.

Soon enough, Tamaki had found a decent sized corner to sit in. He sniffled slightly and wondered what on earth was happening to his poor Haruhi to cause his senses to stir. He was always on charge. He always was aware when something was afoot. Or at least he liked to think so…

"Oh my Haruhi. What has become of you? I knew your dear father shouldn't have left you alone! I will return swiftly my sweet daughter!" Tamaki muttered to himself in his little corner. He continued to sit crouched in the corner as he whipped his cell-phone out of his pocket.

"I need to call mother. I must tell him I'm coming back," Tamaki said as he opened his cell-phone. He attempted to punch the numbers in, but he never got a chance. Someone was already calling him. Surprisingly, it was Kyoya.

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Haruhi stood to the side awkwardly as she watched as Gaara took off his giant gourd. It would've gotten in the way of measuring. He stood up straight again and looked over at her. Haruhi sighed and walked over.

The tailor had given her the instructions on what to measure. Un-raveling the yellow measuring tape Gaara had handed her, Haruhi set to work. She decided to start with the upper torso. She had never measured anyone before, so this should be interesting.

"I'm going to start now," Haruhi said as she leaned in. Gaara nodded his head, but continued to watch her carefully. Not many people have ever gotten to ever touch him. There were very very few.

Haruhi placed her fingers lightly on one side of Gaara's shoulders to hold the tape in place. She then began to wind the tape around Gaara's shoulders till she stopped where her other finger was. She noted the measurement in her mind and continued.

"Er…Can you lift your arms up? I need to measure your chest," Haruhi said as she unwounded the tape from his shoulders. Gaara gave a bored expression and raised his hands in the air. It was a strange feeling that left him feeling almost vulnerable.

Haruhi finished measuring his chest and memorized the measurement. Standing up she went over to a side table and wrote them down. She didn't really need to write them down till she was finished. But it was just a way to prevent a mistake, and she was also slightly embarrassed about the areas she was going to start measuring next.

"Um…when did you realize?" Haruhi said as she continued writing without looking back to the boy behind her. There was a silence for a moment, and then it was broken again.

"When did I realize what?" Gaara asked curiously. He had an idea of what she was referring to, but he wanted to make sure. Haruhi turned around to face him again and held the measuring tape by her side.

"I mean, when did you figure out I was a girl? Most of the people I go to school everyday haven't even realized it. I can't imagine it's that hard to notice. I know from prior experience that I'm a terrible actor," Haruhi commented, adding random detail to the end without really taking notice.

"Well, I'd say it was the first time I met you. Your hand was so much smaller than mine, when you had grabbed it. I had also noticed before that however. When you were talking to yourself. You do not have a manly voice, so it is fairly easy to tell you are a woman if you listen closely," Gaara replied.

Haruhi nodded her head as she accepted the answer. Breathing in, she let out a breath slowly. She approached Gaara slowly and then crouched on one leg. Lifting her hands up she placed a feather-like touch on Gaara's waist to hold the tape.

She slowly measured as she wrapped the tape around him. Haruhi had to get fairly close to reach her arms around. Soon enough she was done and she kept the measurement up in her head. The next few measurements were drawing closer.

She measured the outer legs first on each side. She tried making it quick, but efficient so she wouldn't have to start over. She noticed Gaara hadn't said a word. Maybe it was much better that way.

It was that time. The moment she had been dreading this moment since she began. She had to measure the inner-leg now. She gazed up at Gaara, but he didn't look the least bit perturbed. Then again, as she thought about it. Gaara probably has never been measured for anything before.

She was about to reach in to start, yet she was having trouble concentrating. She needed some sort of distraction. When Haruhi was sure she had the measuring tape where she wanted, she placed her fingers lightly on Gaara's inner thigh and began to trail the other hand down his leg to hold the measuring tape at the end of his foot.

"Uh…why would you choose me to measure you?" Haruhi asked in a light voice. It was the only thing she could think of to distract her. Starting a conversation while she did it seemed to be the best idea.

Since Haruhi was busy focusing on the measurement and trying to distract herself with conversation; she was unable to see the look Gaara now had on his face. His green eyes were wide and his mouth lay slightly agape. When Haruhi had slid her hand down his leg, it had shot up some very odd tingles up his spine.

He looked down quickly to see what she was doing, but he was only faced back by the top of her head. Tilting his head to the side he saw she was still measuring. Now he was very glad he wished for her assistance. Having anyone else touch him like that would have been un-acceptable.

Still slightly shaken up by these strange feelings he was experiencing, he only just registered Haruhi had asked a question. Squashing down the odd tingle he was getting, Gaara thought about his answer.

"I suppose it is because I find you the most tolerable. If anyone was to ever to touch my person, it would only be you," Gaara said. He realized soon after, that what he stated still sounded quite strange.

Gaara almost choked on his own saliva as Haruhi repeated her earlier action on his opposite leg. His face contorted again and another tingle wiggled it's way up his spine. It was the oddest thing he'd ever felt.

Whether or not she realized it, Haruhi's head lightly grazed against Gaara as she measured. The poor boy had to suppress something he was un-sure of what it exactly was. He was starting to feel kind of hot. He wasn't quite sure what was going on. What was this girl doing to him?

Haruhi leaned back. She was finally done measuring. Scooting back, she stood up thinking about the measurements. Not bothering to look at Gaara, she headed for the small table again. She jotted down the measurements, and put them in her pocket to give to the tailor.

She turned around to face Gaara again. She blinked in surprise. This was an interesting development. Gaara met Haruhi's gaze and the heat that consumed him seemed to get warmer. He broke her gaze as he noticed her smile.

"Gaara…Are you blushing?"

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YAY! DONE! Review please! Lol, I liked this chapter. I'm sorry if I screwed up on how to measure someone. I'm just using miniscule details from some experience. I hoped you liked it. And yes…. TAMAKI IS COMING BACK! YAY! I hope you enjoyed it.