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My mission was simple:

Do the job.

Don't get caught.

I slid off the couch gradually, attempting not to wake my sleeping lover, and silently sprung into the kitchen. I whipped the door of the fridge open, snatched the can of whipped cream, and slunk back to the couch. Luckily, his hand was draped over the edge, palm up, fingers curled slightly. I watched his chest rise and fall for a moment before I filled his palm with the rich white junk food. I did my best to cushion the noise of the pressurized can with my hand, but there's not much you can do. A flicker of movement. I stopped for a full minute, making sure he didn't wake, before setting the can down and carefully getting back on the couch.

For a few minutes, I sat, making sure that he wasn't awake, before I acted. He was lying face-up, one hand behind his head, one hand hanging off the couch. I sat with my legs on either side of his, sitting up, ready to strike. I leaned down slowly, gripping a piece of my hair. Twirling and caressing his nose with it, I sat back up and waited for him to pie himself in the face.

His hand twitched.

It moved.

It hit me in the face.

Mission failed.

He laughed at me as I licked the cream from my chin, having should have known that would have happened.

"When did you wake up?"

"The moment you got up. I tried to warn you when you sprayed it in my hand... You're so naïve sometimes." He smirked.

"Ha ha... Whatever!" I sprayed some whipped cream on his lips and licked it off, taunting him. "Now you can just-"

Ding dong

"Honestly...?" Mori shifted under me. At first I thought he was trying to get up, and I attempted to get off, but he ended up just picking me up like a toddler to come answer the door with him.

Smiling and laughing, we opened the door to a bright, bubbling Tamaki, and a grumpy looking girl who obviously didn't want to be there.

"Oh," I said, "Tama, Haruhi, hey." Mori was back to his straight faced, one-word-answer self, and said nothing. "Uh, come in, I guess."

Mori set me down, still in my sleep shorts and a tank top. He was also in pajamas. Tamaki and Haruhi, however, looked like they'd been on a date.

"Is this a bad time? Because I still have some shopping to do and I could really do with some new shoes-"

"Nonsense, Haruhi, my silly princess! They've just invited us in, let's go!" Tamaki grabbed the protesting girl by the hand and dragged her into the traditional Japanese house.

Mori looked at me and said simply. "Going out." I nodded, by now knowing how to interpret his less-than-three's(as I call them), which are his answers in three words or less. Going out meant that we were going out, so I should go get ready. Having already showered, I bowed to our guests and shot off to change and put a face on. Ten minutes later, I stood downstairs, zipping up knee-high brown boots. I wore a gray hat and the necklace Mori had given to me last year, along with a black, slim cut vest over a cream colored t-shirt. It had puffs on the sleeves, and the material clumped around my waist, hiding the waist of my jean shorts. I threw on some eyeliner and mascara just to make sure I didn't look too tired. Mori switched with me, and I talked to Tamaki and Haruhi while he went upstairs to change.

"So, are you two together now? I've been sort of out of the loop here!" I rubbed the back of my neck under my curled hair, wondering if I was going too far for having only just met Haruhi that month.

"Yes, we are." She smiled at me, and in that moment I wondered how on Earth anyone hadn't noticed she was a girl. Even with her hair being that short, and having such a small chest, she radiated femininity. Or maybe it was just Tamaki...

Who was, of course, swooning over her. I rolled my eyes playfully, giving her that look like- 'I know how it is.'

She laughed with me at our shared pity party, and at the confusion that overtook Tamaki.

"What are you laughing about!?" He continuously asked us until it was hard for either of us to breath anymore. Takashi came down the stairs again after only a minute or two, pulling a black vest over a cream shirt, now wearing jeans and brown shoes. I smiled at him.

Tamaki, ever the moron, came in with a shocked, "Wow! You guys are matching! Haruhi, darling, we should've done that!"

"No way! You're nuts." Haruhi was wearing white jeans, sandals, and a flowing pink shirt with a small white lace pattern on the chest that helped to distract from the lack of chest. On the other hand, Tamaki was in black boots, black skinny jeans, a white shirt with the name of a J-pop band on it that I didn't recognize, and a black leather blazer. I smiled at the two and dragged my purse and my handsome pair out of the house, waiting for the other two to exit before locking up. I glanced around for a car.

"Tama-chan, you didn't drive here? How unusual..."

He smiled at me and said, "Oh, it's over at Haru-chan's place. We decided to walk here! It's not too far, actually. So we were thinking about going on a short vacation... Just the hosts... What do you two think?"

"Oh, that sounds good! Where?" I asked.

"Pension Misuzu!" He shouted joyfully.

"Uh... Why does that sound familiar again?"

Mori glanced down at me and said, "Karuizawa. Arai. Hikaru."

"Oh, I remember that story! Yeah, I'd like to go. I haven't been to many good places in Japan yet, anyway."

Haruhi looked a bit miffed. "Just so long as no one mentions times past, I'm fine. I assume Mori-senpai and the others filled you in on everything that happened while you were gone?"

"Ha! Yes, they did. Sounds like you all had some pretty fun times without me!" I smiled at her. "So how is it? Acting like a boy and all?"

"Oh, well it's not hard. You just wear the uniform, ruffle it up a bit, and say cheesy things to the girls. You're a host though, why ask me what it's like?"

"Hmph! The 'cheesy'-ness thing explains a LOT about you, darling," I said to Mori, "He says the cutest things. But yeah, I'm a host. Mainly, though, the girls would come to me for advice on the guys. You've seen it happen!" I scratched the back of my neck, "There was only one other guy in the school interested in me, and he wasn't really my type."

"What?" Came Mori's voice.

"Really?" Haruhi was astonished.

Tamaki chimed in with an incredulous "Are you serious?"

"Uh," I was shocked at their responses, "Well, yeah. Kira Shibasaki liked me for a bit, but that wasn't going to happen. And now that I think about it, I... I... I, uh- why are you all staring at me like that?"

Takashi was rubbing his temple slightly, looking at me the same way Kyoya looks at Tamaki; like a moron.

Haruhi simply looked curious, like she couldn't really believe what I was saying.

Tamaki, however, was aghast. "Are you KIDDING!? Boys were all over you, Rebekah-senpai! How did you never see that!?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, Dybowski-senpai, even when you were at school for just those few weeks before school ended for break, I could tell that a lot of those guys had some feeling for you. It was written all over their faces." I blinked down at Haruhi, blunter than any other person I'd ever met, and thought back to my first days of hosting. It was true. A lot of guys had blushed and waved and smiled at me when I was doing my sexy girl routine... How had I never noticed?

Oh, I thought, That's right. There was a tall, strong, silent protector with me at all times. Poor other guys never stood a chance, I didn't even see them!

I laughed at my own naivety, realizing that just a little while earlier Takashi had been mocking me for just that.

"I guess you guys are right... I wonder why none of them ever said anything...?" We turned a corner, quickly approaching town.

"Well, Rebekah-senpai, I can only assume that that's because of the very tall, very strong, very handsome, VERY dangerous guy attached to you 24/7!" We laughed, but Mori smiled like he knew something I didn't. I gave him a look that said, 'What do you know?'

He looked at me and smirked again, clearly portraying the message that he'd done it on purpose, that he'd kept me to himself by absorbing all my attention. I slipped my hand into his, not caring, as we strolled through town, reveling in the nice breeze.

"So, Kyoya says that you two are leaving town day after tomorrow. Where are you going?" Haruhi asked.

"What, you're leaving? Why didn't you tell me?" Tamaki asked as he swung Haruhi's hand in his own.

Mori shrugged. I smiled at the other two. "He doesn't know where we're going, so I won't say yet. However, I will say that it's one of the places I stopped in over the last half a year." Haruhi nodded, understanding the need for secrecy.

"So what's the climate like, then?"

"Oh, it's warm enough this time of year. It's going to be beautiful!" I smirked at my silent love's slight pout. No one else would notice it, but I could see it in his eyes.

Haruhi and I kept up the conversation until finally we stopped at our destination according to Tamaki. He grinned, almost sparkling, and pointed at a movie theater. "We're going there!" I looked at it skeptically. A little weird for a double date, but I didn't mind. Besides, I wanted to see the Death Note live action movie, and it was playing in 13 minutes. I glanced up at Mori. He raised his eyebrows, 'You want to go?' I smiled and nodded, gripping his hand a bit tighter. Haruhi, on the other hand, looked pessimistic.

"Tamaki-senpai, I'm not really into any of those movies..."

He rubbed circles on the back of her palm and grinned at her. "Nonsense! Let's go see the Death Note live action, I finished the anime a few days ago and I'm dying for more!"

"Tama-chan, you're a Death Note fan, too?" I was shocked. I had watched it back in the states, and Mori and I had watched on a few occasions as well so I knew he was a fan, but it really didn't seem to be Tamaki's type.

"Totally! Well, let's go then!" And with that, he dragged his less-than-excited girlfriend behind him into the theater.