A/N: Hello! Finally chapter 10 is here! Thank you all for being patient with me :D I've always had a hard time with transitioning my stories from one thing to another. I hope you all enjoy! :)

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Chapter 10- Confrontation

"I'm surprised the hospital released you." Ranka was still happy about it though. Ranka was unlocking the door to their apartment. It had been about three and a half hours since Haruhi had been admitted to the hospital. The doctors have never seen someone get struck by electrical jolts and be almost completely fine in a matter of hours. Haruhi was certainly a lucky girl for that but for being struck by them in the first place... well, one could argue that she has bad luck.

Haruhi and her father entered the apartment and Haruhi went straight to her room. "I think I'll just stay in my room for a while." Ranka watched away to her room, closing her bedroom door behind her.

He gave a small smile. Ranka started to walk towards his room. As he went in, he took off his shoes near the door and took off his jacket. He sat on the edge of his bed and had a smirk on his face. "... And I was just starting to like the girl-y Haruhi."

After Haruhi closed her door, she plopped down onto her bed; her face firmly planted in her blankets and her legs partially dangling off the edge. She laid there quietly for a few seconds and then she shifted her body so that she was looking up at the ceiling. Haruhi was starting to remember the kiss she shared with Tamaki. It was the only thing she remembered vividly. The sensation was... out of this world to her. Haruhi had never felt anything like it.

Haruhi didn't really understand why she was feeling like she did. She suddenly remembered Tamaki's expression at the hospital after she had said she only remembered some things that had happened to her and at school and felt a little concerned. 'He looked upset about something.' Soon, Haruhi's mind started to drift- she softly touched her lips and slightly blushed.

Haruhi turned over and stuffed her face into her pillow and flailed around in her bed. "What have I done all this time?" She shouted into her pillow.

She turned her head to see what time it was- it was still only evening. She would be going back to school in two weeks. She'd have to keep herself occupied somehow during that time.

She would also have to figure out how to respond to her classmates if they asked her about what she did/had done. How was she supposed to answer their questions when she couldn't remember everything? Haruhi threw her head back into pillow.

"This is ridiculous!"

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Tamaki had arrived home about an hour ago from the hospital. He had locked himself up in his room and no one could get him out. Granted, it was late but he still had to eat his dinner- which he never did. The cooks were quite upset.

Whenever Tamaki seemed down, he would stay put in his room.

The maids figured that out some time ago.

Tamaki was just laying on his bed, his legs and arms stretched out. He was thinking about Haruhi. He didn't want to think about her or that kiss though... Just the thought of Haruhi not remembering; it hurt him and he didn't know exactly why. However on the other hand, if she did remember, he would be flabbergasted. To the point he would think it surreal. "I just can't win in either scenario!" Tamaki cried. He held his hands on his head while he squirmed. Suddenly, a thought had crossed his mind. He sat up quickly and fisted his right hand into the palm of his left. "But wait! It shouldn't matter if Haruhi remembers! The fact that she did it in the first place must mean something...! Right?" The frown upon his face turned into a goofy, happy smile. "Yes, it should mean that we share the same feelings!" He said with glee. Oh, how happy that thought made him. "I just have to tell her-" Tamaki froze. He didn't realize he would have to confront Haruhi. How would he go about doing it? When would he do it? And where? When he thought about actually telling Haruhi about his feelings, he started to become nervous and his happiness had quickly disappeared.

Tamaki fell back onto his bed with a sullen expression, his mind wrapped around how he could possibly muster up the courage to tell Haruhi how he felt.

Tamaki grabbed his pillow that was beside him and put it over his face. "...Thinking this much really hurts my head..."

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It had been a a few days since the Host club went to visit Haruhi at the hospital. Everything and everyone was starting to get back to normal but there were always questions, here and there, asking if Haruhi was alright. Most of Haruhi's customers still frequented the club. However, they still had a hard time trying to think of Haruhi as anything but a boy. If anything, they hoped Haruhi would still be their friend.

When the club hours were over, everyone was cleaning up the place; putting away tea sets and all that.

It was a nice day today but it felt a bit lonely without Haruhi around. As each day went on, it got a bit more lonesome. But on the flip side, it meant Haruhi was that much closer to coming back to school.

"It's quite a disappointment that we aren't making as much profit as we used to." Kyouya noted. Kyouya was sitting at a table with his laptop.

"Come on Kyouya! You're really just worried about our profits right now?" Tamaki pouted. He was sitting on the couch nearby.

Kyouya pushed up his glasses. "Well, we have to make up for what we had lost during that suspension of the club. Plus the expenses of the ball."

"Can't we do a cosplay or something?" Hikaru asked while handing Kaoru a tray with a plate on it.

"We could. However I was thinking that we could do something we haven't done in a while. Or something completely brand new."

Hunny pranced over to Kyouya after he had handed Mori something. "Like what? I don't have any ideas, Kyou-chan."

Kyouya thought for a moment. Now that the entire school knows that Haruhi is a girl, she can't be involved with the host club anymore. But Kyouya wanted Haruhi to be apart of the club in some way or another. 'If the problem here is solely based on Haruhi's gender...' Kyouya's face lit up as he mulled over his idea. 'Then maybe-'

Before Kyouya could tell of his idea, the door to the third music room had opened.

To their surprise- it was Kimi. She didn't come by the club that much after what had happened at the ball. She stood at the entrance while still holding onto the door handle. She did seem a bit different. Her expression seemed tattered and unhappy but she had come with a purpose. That much was already clear.

"Kimi..." Tamaki turned around on the couch and looked at her. "Why are you here?" He said this with a calm and gentle tone but it hit Kimi like a knife through the chest.

Kimi knew that they probably weren't pleased with her showing after what she had done at the ball. She didn't regret what she had done. She felt as though she needed to because she liked Tamaki so much. Kimi believed that she should fight for what she wanted and that was what she did. "Um, if you don't mind... I would like to speak with Tamaki-kun. Preferably alone."

Everyone just kind of blankly stared at one another. Kyouya, however, figured what Kimi wanted to talk to Tamaki about.

"Well, since you asked..." Hikaru bluntly stated.

"Hikaru." Kaoru glared at his brother.

Kimi entered the room as everyone started to make their way out. She stayed near the door. Tamaki stayed near the couch- he was now standing.

Kyouya was the last one to exit the room and he stopped when he was out of Tamaki's line of vision. "...Keep in mind of where Tamaki stands... You can't force upon your views to someone else so easily. Especially not him." With that being said, Kyouya walked off. Kimi didn't want to listen to Kyouya. What could he possibly understand about how she feels? And she wasn't forcing anything onto Tamaki. Or so she thought.

Kimi looked at Tamaki. He was still standing next to the couch, expressionless.

For the moment.

She walked over to him. Maybe closing the gap between them would make their talk a little less awkward.

"So, what did you want to speak with me?" Tamaki said with a smile. He had sat down once Kimi sat in a chair. She was sitting with her arms extended in front of her, set on her knees.

Kimi was surprised. Tamaki sounded fine. To top it off, he was smiling. As if nothing had happened between them. 'Why? Why are you smiling...? After what I did?' She looked down and clenched her hands into fists.

Tamaki noticed Kimi didn't look happy but now she seemed angry. "What... what is it? Are you okay?"

Kimi looked at him. Her face was full of hurt and anger. "Why do you act as if nothing happened?" Kimi sounded as if she were in pain. The words she spoke came slowly and yet they were harsh.

Tamaki looked at Kimi. Her eyes were scary. He had never seen someone, much less a girl, that showed so much anguish in their eyes. "What.. do you mean?"

"I'm talking about what I did at the ball! Are you not mad at me?" Kimi said angrily.

Tamaki was confused. Is she mad at him for not being angry at her? "Am I supposed to?"

"Yes!" Kimi stated. She looked down again. "I thought you would hate me... For what I did to Fujioka-san at the ball. But I did what I did for a reason."

"Kimi... I don't hate you." Tamaki paused for a short moment. "I was really upset at what you did and I figured that there was some sort a reason- what that reason may be, I don't know. I am disappointed but I don't hate you."

Kimi was silent. She didn't know if Tamaki actually hating her would be worse than him saying he was disappointed. "...I don't like her..."

Tamaki didn't catch what Kimi just said but he didn't have to ask.

"I don't like Fujioka-san. I never liked her." Kimi looked at Tamaki again.

"O-oh..."

"...When I found out that Fujioka-san was acting as a boy, I flew into a rage. What would acting as a boy do you? Just to get close to the hosts? I thought hard about it." Tamaki closed his eyes. He continued to listen to Kimi and didn't say anything. "Then I thought... if she was trying to get close to you; that just made me even more angry... I noticed that you two were oddly friendly. So I came up with the plan to tell the whole student body about her and what she did. I wanted her expelled. Gone. Away from you. But my plan failed as Fujioka-san only got a suspension..." Kimi felt tears starting to form and so she looked down. It didn't really help since the tears fell onto her hand.

Tamaki knew that Kimi didn't know the whole story. She jumped to the conclusion she did because she lacked information. He couldn't blame her though. To be honest... Tamaki felt as though everything was his fault. He made Haruhi join the host club. "Kimi, all I'm going to say is that Haruhi didn't join the host club on her own accord... she was forced to."

"What?" Kimi looked at Tamaki again. Tamaki has no intention of telling her anything more. He just moved on.

"What I don't understand... is why you wanted her gone."

Kimi couldn't believe it. How could he not know? "You... You can't tell? Is it really not obvious?" 'Tamaki really is dense.' Kimi thought.

Maybe the fact that he now knows his feelings for Haruhi made him not give any other girl the time of day. Maybe everything he did in the host club really was just for show.

"Tamaki... I wanted her gone because I felt threatened." She said. "You... like Fujioka-san, don't you?"

Tamaki's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Kimi had figured as much. She looked at Tamaki and he had the expression that she was right. "Heh... your silence tells me that what I said must be true."

"Kimi..."

"Don't try and hide it. I know I can't win. Fujioka-san has already taken your heart." A tear had fallen down Kimi's cheek. "I saw... you two together at the ball. I saw you two kiss." Kimi tried to hold back her tears but it was hard. She was getting choked up. The strained feeling in the back of her throat was there, telling her to just cry. "It really hurts... seeing the one you have feelings for kiss someone else. My heart broke. I literally felt like someone had stabbed it; I felt that pain in my my chest." Some lucky tears managed to escape from Kimi's eyes. Kimi looked at Tamaki. "I don't want you to like Fujioka-san... I really don't." Kimi sat there silently. She wanted to leave but she couldn't move her legs.

Tamaki didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should have comforted her or not. Kimi was heart broken. How could he comfort the girl who has confessed to him but he could not return the feelings?

"I'm... sorry," was all he could bring himself to say.

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A/N: I wanted to put in something more but then it just got too long for my liking. Plus this wasn't exactly how I had imagined it to be. I kind of wanted it to be more... angry than it turned out, lol. Oh well, I suppose it's okay xI. I'm fine with this bitter-sweet ending... ish. Anyways, I'm so happy I'm done with this chapter! I think Chapter 11 will be the last :( I already have in mind an epilogue though :)

Thank you for reading! Please review~! :D

~Bliss