A/N: Give thanks. A less-crappy-than-usual and, more importantly, long chapter for American Thanksgiving. Thanks to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed for their support!

Previously: Ed woke up in Tamaki's body and went to school. Kyoya quickly noticed that Tamaki was not really Tamaki. Ed has survived the school day and takes a nap while Kyoya goes to take charge of the club for the day.

Tamaki knew he had gone to sleep in bed that night. Yet, why now was he waking up at school? In the middle of the afternoon, no less?! His white collared shirt was buttoned crookedly, requiring buttoning from scratch. Fixing his shirt and tightening his tie - noose, a small part of his brain protested - Tamaki swung his long legs off the couch and stood up.

"Are club hours over?" The King murmured, striding across the room and gently trying the knob of the door. It was locked, and no amount of banging or calling was bringing anyone to investigate, though Tamaki could hear murmurs beyond the portal. Thankfully, a convenient tray of glass mugs rested on a nearby cart. Elegantly picking one up, Tamaki rested it against the door and settled in to listen.

"How… sure… not Tama-chan?" Hunny-senpai's normally cheerful voice was low and serious.

"... physically… is but mentally? He… refer to him as Ed," that one was definitely Kyoya. Who was Ed? A new student? Could he be a new candidate for the host club? Definitely not, his mind scoffed. Momentarily startled by the rude thought, Tamaki glanced around nervously, but was distracted by the sound of his daughter's beautiful voice.

"... don't know any Ed… sure Senpai's not just… pull one over on us? Let me just…" Tamaki swooned, not even paying attention to the actual contents of Haruhi's words. Why are you such an idiot? You obviously like her, so why do you call her your daughter? Got an incest kink or somethin'?

Tamaki stumbled away from the door, the glass slipping through his fingers and shattering on the floor. Love? He wasn't in love with Haruhi, she was his precious daughter! Why would he say- think- whaa?

Alright, let's just take it easy… Tamaki's eyes grew heavy. "But I just… woke up…" Tamaki slumped against the wall, hair covering his purple eyes. He was still for a few moments, shallow breaths barely moving the tall teen.

His eyes flew back open and he leapt to his feet. His feet shifted so his weight was distributed, and this arms were held close to his body, ready to block any attack.

"What in the world…" Ed muttered, relaxing enough to loosen the tie and undo a couple shirt buttons.

"Senpai?" A brunette stranger poked his head in. "Are you alright, Senpai?"

"Who the hell are you?" Ed glared at the stranger, who gaped at him.

"Kyoya-senpai was right. You're definitely not Senpai," the stranger fully entered the room, shutting the door behind him. "My name is Fujioka Haruhi. Tamaki-senpai is a year above me. If you didn't know that much, you're not a very good impersonator."

"Who the hell are you calling an impersonator?!"

"Eh? Is that not what you're supposed to be?" Haruhi tilted his head to the side, and Ed blushed. Glancing away, he wiped his upper lip with his index finger.

"Y'know, you're pretty feminine for a dude."

"That's because I am a girl."

Ed stared for a moment, then decided he really did not want to have a gender politics conversation at this point in time and hastily changed the subject. "So, I'm Ed."

"I've gathered."

"...Okay then."

"..."

"..."

"So why are you here?"

"I dunno. I pretty much punched a god-like entity in the face, and I woke up with people calling me Tamaki."

"...Wow. Okay then."

"So, who is this Tamaki, anyways?" Ed flopped back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other as Haruhi crossed her arms.

"This would probably be a better question for Kyoya-senpai, but I'll try to answer anyways," Haruhi said, crossing to sit at the other end of the couch.

"Then why did they send you to talk to me?"

"Probably because they knew that if Tamaki was faking, I would be the most likely to get him to stop messing around," Haruhi glanced away. "Well, that and if Kyoya-senpai leaves everyone else unattended for too long, everything would probably fall apart. Damn rich people."

"Oh."

"Anyways, Suoh Tamaki," Haruhi took a deep breath, angling herself on the couch to face Ed. "Tamaki-senpai is a 2nd year here at Ouran Academy, and son of Suoh Yuzuru, who's the Chairman of the board. From what I know, Senpai isn't very close with his dad, and I'm pretty sure they live at separate estates. Senpai may be an idiot, but he has good intentions. Oh, and he's filthy rich."

"So what's this club thing Kyoya was talkin' about?" Ed leaned towards Haruhi, distrust glinting in his eyes.

"Oh, right. That," Haruhi said with disgust. "It's a host club."

"A… host… club?"

"Tamaki-senpai normally explained… not in a good way, of course, but whatever," Haruhi stood, and gave a simple short bow. "I'm sorry. I don't want to talk about it. You can ask someone else later."

"Oh…" They trailed off into silence. "So… what do we do now?"

"I guess, since you really aren't Tamaki-senpai…" Haruhi glanced at him. "We introduce you to his friends and try to figure out where the real Senpai is."

"Alright then."

Haruhi purposefully strode to the garish pink door and pushed it open. It shone with a white light, and rose petals fluttered out, caught in a breeze.

"Welcome," said five voices in unison as their silhouettes became visible to the Alchemist.