I wanted to upload this March 14th for White Day, but it wasn't at a good stopping point. I don't think this is a very good stopping point either, but it's been so long I felt like I should upload it as soon as possible. There shouldn't be such a long wait again in the foreseeable future, I just had a really busy month.

Every good school has some good office ladies. Y'know, the ladies who sit around doing academic busywork, taking care of the whims of students who happened to need assistance, and being pleasantly aesthetic pencil pushers. A soft "tatatatata" made a few look up, and more glanced away from their work as the noise grew.

A cloud of dust followed Tamaki as he speed-walked through the office, blowing papers off of desks, hairs out of place, and causing general havoc as the "TATATATA" of his patent leather loafers clicking on the floor made the office ladies frown. They didn't frown too hard, though - wouldn't want to get wrinkles.

With one last click of his heels, Tamaki halted in front of a pair of double doors at the end of the room. He waited a moment for the dust to settle, and cautiously rapped his knuckles on large mahogany portal.

"Come in," someone said through the door, and Tamaki slipped inside. Shutting the door behind him with a soft thunk, Tamki glanced around the familiar office. The paneled walls on either side of him were bare, but directly ahead was clear glass, shades drawn halfway down but doing nothing to shield the halfu's eyes from the setting sun. Situated directly in front of the window was a broad desk, with papers, pens, and two framed photos angled towards the chair. The chair itself was a comically large and broad spinny chair, which slowly and dramatically spun around to face him.

"Hello, son," the man seated in the chair had once been very handsome, but age had creased his face so that he was only moderately handsome now. His charming smile was familiar, probably because it mirrored Tamaki's own flirtatious smirk. He wore a white business suit and a pink striped tie, with a handkerchief elegantly sticking out of his pocket. Yes, Suoh Yuzuru was the picture of a composed gentleman, even when his mother stepped out from a shadow.

"Hello, Tamaki," the old woman said, not even gracing her grandson with a smile. "We have much to discuss."

Tamaki stepped back, gasping dramatically. "Grandmama?!"

"Yes Tamaki, it's me," she frowned. Tamaki was usually more respectful to her. When had the boy grown the balls to be sarcastic around the Suoh matriarch? "I've come to make a deal with you."

With a wave of her hand, and a click of a button on a remote, she gestured grandly to a blank wall. Everyone waited a moment, and nothing happened.

"Oh, dammit," Shizue muttered, sneaking a glance at the remote. "That was Life Alert, not the garage door." Pulling out a TV remote from her obi, Shizue proceeded to press every button on it, swearing gratuitously as the technology tormented her. Tamaki made the mistake of not smothering one of his giggles, and his grandmother's head snapped to him, eyes glinting and TV remote crushed in her fist.

"L-let me, Grandma…" Tamaki gently pried the remote from her grasp, and, frowning, Shizue relented.

Sweat ran down Tamaki's neck as his grandmother started at the remote from over his shoulder. How was she even doing that? She was a foot shorter than him!

Refocusing on the device, he began reading the button labels. "Car Unlock, Car Lock, Trapdoor A, Trapdoor B, Trapdoor… D? Trapdoor E, Release the Hounds, Dramatic Entrance-"

"Ooh! Ooh! That one! Dramatic Entrance! Mr. Trebeck, what is: Dramatic Entrance!" Shizue slapped Tamaki's head like a buzzer. Is she going senile, or is this normal? Not like Tamaki ever saw her enough to know.

"Alright, I'm pressing it…" Pressing the Dramatic Entrance button, the blank wall Shizue had gestured to before began to rise, fog from a well-hidden fog machine ghosting along the floor. Tamaki pinched his nose, and Yuzuru coughed as innocuously as possible.

"Did someone say… Dramatic Entrance?" A girl smirked as she lowered a pair of opera glasses from stunning blue eyes. "Eclair Tonnerre, at your service, Tamaki~"