The flight had been absolutely grueling. There were kinks in my legs, in my neck, in my back... Not to mention I was sore. I'd had a pounding headache for at least an hour(Most likely due to that nasty airplane water...!), a sore butt from sitting for five hours, and a stiff neck from trying to find a comfortable position. I was tired, and frustrated, and had completely forgotten that he said he'd meet me at the arrivals area. I huffed my way down the track, hiking my leather over-the-shoulder bag up a little higher, and brushed my bangs out of my face. I heard something thump ahead of me, along with a strangled word that sounded something like my name.

I looked up, one hand still on my bangs, and stopped dead in my tracks.

The tall, dark boy I remember holding so close somehow seemed so far away- even though he was only a hundred feet away from me, at most. I didn't feel my bag slide off my shoulder. I didn't feel the heat behind my eyes, or the tears that welled up on my eyelids. I didn't even feel my feet begin to move until I started running. I didn't feel the ache in my chest from missing him until I was in his arms, my legs around his waist, surely crushing his neck with the force of my bear hug. I didn't feel any pain when he crushed me back in his arms, nor did I feel the cool air touch my neck where his tears stained it. All I could feel was the warmth and care that flowed from his lips when they met mine a moment later.

He released my mouth, stroking my face with one hand, and letting my forehead rest against his. I'd never seen him cry... Not even when we lost our virginity together... He'd always been strong... I kind of liked that I made him weak like that. It felt like we were locked up in our own little world; that is, until Hikaru and Kaoru tapped us on the shoulder, trying to hand me my bag back.

I blinked, somewhat surprised that I hadn't seen them. I cleared my throat and looked back at Mori, who was avoiding my eyes and the rest of the club's. He carefully set me down, holding my waist to keep me steady. I took my bag from the boys and cleared my throat again.

"Oh... Uh... You guys..." I plastered a fake smile on my face, the horror in my voice clearly ringing through the false happiness, "You all came to see me... How wonderful..." My eyes trailed over to a lone girl, standing at the back of the group, head cocked to the side, wondering who this obviously foreign girl was. "Oh, Takashi," I turned back to Mori, "Who's this?"

"I'm just a friend." The girl said quickly, chuckling in nervousness and bowing her head to hide her face.

"Oh..." I looked at Tamaki, who was blushing, and tried to break the awkwardness. "Uh, Tama-chan! You look taller!" I stepped over to him, carefully circling his neck with my arms. Not nearly as passionately as I'd hugged Takashi, but it was a tight hug nonetheless. What could I say, I'd missed them!

The tension broke like a weak twig. The boys all surrounded me, leaving their female friend out of the loop. I glanced at her a couple times before I lost sight of her, and she was gone with the crowd. All I remember was brown hair and a pink dress. I didn't even see how long her hair was...

An hour later though, that didn't matter. The seven of us sat in a circle around a table in a small cafe near the airport. I sat between Mori's legs, his arms around my middle, sipping coffee and laughing along with the boys about their adventures. They only told a few, and mentioned a boy named Haruhi, apparently a boy who joined the host club but didn't come along, knowing that it may be awkward if I didn't know him.

They told me about chasing him to Karuizawa, going on some Halloween scare fest with him, going to the beach and a waterpark, and much much more- it all sounded pretty fun! I can't believe I've missed so much! I thought to myself. But, was it just me, or did Tamaki perk up a bit when he talked about, what was his name, Haruhi?

As he continued with his tale of how they had a new manager(That was the first thing they told me; apparently she didn't want to meet me because she thought that I'd shoo customers away if I was too lovey on Takashi), Tamaki blushed. He mentioned how Renge(The mentioned manager) thought that he and Haruhi were having a homosexual relationship. I froze, my coffee halfway to my mouth. I was frozen.

While still pretending to listen, I analyzed him. He obviously wasn't denying the relationship, and he didn't seem too embarrassed other than the blush. He definitely wouldn't do that normally... He'd freak out and deny it... An image flashed before my eyes; two boys, sweaty and panting...

I threw my hand over my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. NO! NOT AGAIN! I thought I'd gotten over it! I let go of my mouth and opened my eyes when Tamaki said my name, trying to get my attention. I smiled nervously.

"Uh... Sorry, hot coffee... Heh heh..." I held it to my lips to keep from saying anything stupid as Tamaki nodded and continued with his story. I looked down to see a drop of blood on the lid of the to-go cup. Oh no... Not the nosebleeds again... I thought I was done with my yaoi addiction... Ugh... Crap... I couldn't focus on the conversation anymore. I snapped my head up, looked Tamaki straight in the eye and asked him, "Tamaki, are you gay?"

The only thing I heard was one of the twins dropping their cup.