{-There She [[G.O.E.S.]] Racing Through My Brain-}

[konoka]

Haruhi had seated herself at one of the round tables. She had been a bit worried about things lately such as her father's strange behavior or the host club's sudden distance. She hadn't really seen any of them in the passed two days, and it had began to frighten her.

"Look, it's Haruhi."
"Ooh, maybe we should ask for him today."
"Totally. He's so cute."

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Oh no. Fan girls. Haruhi thought sighing. She looked toward the girls and flashed a weak smile. She didn't even realize the smile made the girls flock to her all at once.

"Haruhi, what's wrong? Where's Tamaki-sempai?"
"Oh, he's somewhere."
"Are you two fighting?"
"No,"[/b] She said waving her hands in front of her face. Her expression seemed to sadden, "He's just been busy lately with his father."
"Haruhi, we're here for you."
"Thank you." She said simply with a smile. Her golden brown eyes glimmered as she glanced toward the door as if expecting Tamaki to burst through with his large smile and bright violet eyes as he cheered about her innocent personality.

Am I falling for him? She thought with her hands clinched into fist under the table.[/color][/center][/size]

[Ransu]

^{Tamaki came out of the office door, his hands balled tightly and his head lowered. His blonde hair hid his velvet eyes. He then looked up and put his hands in his pockets. The fights with his father are getting worse. He went to the Lounbe to calm down. He pulled on a fake smile, but went awaywhen he remembered the horriblw things he said. He went in a sat himself down by Haruhi, everyone there could feel the sadness of the king.}

(Cry Everyone! Cry for the king!)

[konoka]

Haruhi turned toward Tamaki then looked toward the girls. "I'll make up for this time, tomorrow," She said looking toward the girls as they all suddenly had a surprised and star-struck look.

"Oh of course, Haruhi!"
"See ya, Tamaki."
"You two make up!"

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She watched the girls bolt off and watched others that had been staring turn away. Her hand gently touched his under the table as she asked. "Sempai? Something wrong?" Her eyes were holding an innocent look, one that she knew often made Tamaki go mad, but she knew today it might not even help.

"I haven't heard of any meetings and everyone is so quiet at the Host Club's music room. Did I do something wrong?" She asked looking toward his clinched fist. The girl didn't even shy away as she spoke to him. It wasn't like Haruhi to be this caring or at least come off as this caring, but she was deeply concerned for him.

"You can tell me anything, Sempai."[/color][/center][/size]

[Ransu]

^{He looked over at Haruhi and gave a soft smile. "No it sin't you that caused any trouble" he said. He looked back down at the table and he tightened his hand around hers a little. "It's my father" he said. "He expects me to be just like him and when he sees me wuth the club he just thinks I'm a failure" he said. "And I'm just a person and I have my rights, but he doesn't even give me a chance". He then sat there in silence for a minute. "I just wish he would understand".}

[konoka]

Haruhi didn't flinch away from his touch as she normally would have. Instead she seemed to enjoy the closeness, it scared her slightly but was still bring her heart to a steady beat instead of a quick fearful beating. Her brown hair seemed to move slightly from the air conditioning filling the room. Her large topaz eyes looked toward his hand over hers as she remained silent thinking of what to say.

"I thought he approved of it all before," She replied softly still avoiding his eyes. Those eyes that could break her even if she pretended they meant as much as the girls that watched her. She moved her free hand to straighten her collar as she spoke. "Maybe, I should speak with him?" She questioned with the natural cute ring to her voice.

Her topaz eyes glanced toward him as she smiled. Haruhi had a beautiful smile. She looked so innocent yet was so strong hearted. She had dealt with her mother's death when her father couldn't cope. She had dealt with her father's cross dressing as if it were a normal thing. She never took anything for grant.