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.s h o r t c a k e s.

It was a week before the renowned Valentine's Day and Suoh Tamaki found himself in panic.

Walking back and forth on Kyoya's office room, the blond heaved out a charming sigh as he flicked his soft hair in his ever elegant antics.

"Kyoya…!" he called, well, more like pleaded. "I don't know what to give her on the most loving day of the year…!"

The said lad, who was busy typing on his laptop, pushed his glasses on place before continuing what he was doing.

"I've amorously thought of giving her a heart-shaped box of chocolates, filled with love and passion, imported from the ever breathtaking country of England, but I remembered that my beloved daughter is not entirely fond of sweets."

Tamaki shook his head in utter disenchantment along with the gracious frolics of his hands. He continued on his speech regarding gifts, flowers, pets, the most astounding and endearing present from a father, and other stuffs, Kyoya decided, came from Tamaki's ever extensive (and might the third Ootori son add, far-fetched and mind boggling) imagination.

After an explanation that took Tamaki almost half an hour, Kyoya finally looked up to the club's King.

"You can just give her something that will make her happy."

With that said, Kyoya closed his laptop and left the room, leaving the blond staring at the door where the dark haired boy stepped out.

Something that would make Haruhi happy…

Of course! Tamaki knew what that something was!

With a very pleased and endearing smile, the ever princely Tamaki sophisticatedly ran out of the room to ready his gift for the brunette.

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.s p e c i a l.

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On Valentine's Day…

It took his whole fortitude, his whole spirit, and the whole Host Club (along with his puppy eyes), to actually ask Haruhi if he could have a moment with her after the club's valentine party.

For some reasons he couldn't identify, he found it absolutely mind-breaking and exigent just to talk to his beloved daughter alone. He thought he would probably be happy when it came to chances such as those, but it likely did not go that way.

Well, anyway, Tamaki had no time for those thoughts for he was now facing the ever neutral face of his favorite commoner.

"What is it, Tamaki-senpai?" Haruhi inquired the blond after they had stepped inside a classroom across the third music room. He had told her, well, more like pleaded (with the help of his puppy-eyed strategy), that he needed a moment alone with her. Of course he had been extremely defensive about what his objectives was, saying that he was planning no harm on his beloved daughter.

She perceived how nervous the blond was, which was a change for her since he was usually confident with his charms. Another thing she noticed was the box that Tamaki was hiding behind his back.

"Uhm…" Tamaki pulled his collar before giving Haruhi a sheepish smile (he was actually intending it to be more of a charming one, but in front of Haruhi, his charming antics always degraded into something sheepish and the likes)

"Well, you know that it's Valentine's day today…" Tamaki started, the red tinge on his face creeping wider. Haruhi nodded for him to continue. "And you know how people give their special ones presents on this day, right…?"

Haruhi gave him a baffled look, not really sure as to why Tamaki was asking her such things. "Well, I guess that's how Valentine's day works. What does it had to do for me being tagged by you here?"

The question made the princely Tamaki gulped in a not-so princely manner. He stifled a nervous laugh before continuing on his explanation. "You see, since you are my beloved daughter, and I am your ever wonderful father-" Haruhi glared at him on this line, "-I have… uhm… a present…"

With that, he revealed the box behind him and shoved it in front of Haruhi's face the way a high school girl would embarrassedly give a bento box to her crush.

Haruhi's eyes stared at the black box that was few inches away from her face. It had a crimson colored lace around it and was adorned with a piece of rose on the upper right corner.

"..for you…" Tamaki continued.

A moment of silence filled the room before Haruhi gasped shortly and looked at Tamaki with her wide eyes. "For me?" She blinked in confusion.

"Well, yeah," Tamaki fidgeted more, "as I said, for my beloved daughter coming from her-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Haruhi gently pulled the gift from Tamaki's hand and accepted it with a warm smile on her face. "I never thought that you'd actually be thinking of giving me a gift but," looking straight on Tamaki's eyes, she widened her smile, "thank you, Tamaki-senpai."

It took Tamaki a minute or so to apprehend what Haruhi said, and realizing that she smiled at him, he blushed more before fiddling his fingers together, a smile appearing on his face.

While he was on his own reverie of happy thoughts, Tamaki didn't notice that Haruhi was already opening the gift that took the lad the whole week to prepare. The box was almost unwrapped when Tamaki saw what Haruhi was doing. With a loud gasp, he stared bewildered at Haruhi.

"Haruhi, my daughter! What of heavens did you do?!"

The said brunette glanced at her senpai with a questioning look. "I opened the gift you gave me…?"

"You should have waited for the moment that the two of us apart on this wonderful night before you have benevolently unlaced that box filled with love and fervor from your father…!"

"But isn't that just the same, senpai?" Haruhi rolled her eyes at him, causing Tamaki to cradle himself in his corner of misery. "I just wanted to know what you had for me."

With that, Haruhi lifted the cover of the box to see what was inside it.

Afterward, an eternal silence followed.

Feeling rather uncomfortable under the stillness that filled the room and out of his curiosity, Tamaki raised his head to see why Haruhi was utterly quiet.

The girl was just staring at the box he have her. In pure panic, Tamaki rose from his corner and ran in front of Haruhi.

"Haruhi, Haruhi…!" the blond called her although they were just facing each other. "Do you not like my gift for you? Are you not happy for what I had for you??"

Tamaki asked her as he held her shoulders and shook her. Haruhi raised her head to look at Tamaki, eye to eye.

"Ootoro?"

There was silence.

"You've gotten me ootoro as a Valentine gift?" Haruhi asked in disbelief.

The two stared at each other, with Tamaki getting worked up; he was almost on the verged of tears. It took a full minute before Tamaki answered.

"You mean… but I thought… I thought ootoro would make you happy…!" Tamaki said, innocence filling his voice. "Kyoya said that I should give you something that will make you happy. And I thought-"

Yet again, Tamaki was not able to continue his explanation as he found the commoner in front of him laughing.

Haruhi felt herself laugh in bliss as the blond stared at her in confusion.

"W-w-w-why are you laughing now??" Tamaki pouted; commoners were too difficult for him to understand.

"Because of you, senpai!" Haruhi crouched as she could not stop filling the room with her audible laughter. This, however, sent Tamaki back into his beloved corner.

"Senpai," Haruhi said after she finally stopped laughing over Tamaki's deeds, but the older lad just gave her a hurt look. But Haruhi just smiled at him. "Senpai, I only laughed at you because you were not like what I was actually expecting you to be."

Tamaki found himself looking confused at Haruhi.

"Well," the brunette placed her right hand on her chin as she begun, "I actually thought that the box would have something like chocolates, or maybe flowers, or whatever stuff that goes along that line."

"But you're not fond of those things, right?" He stood meters away from her, corner of woe forgotten.

Haruhi stared at him for a moment before smiling. "That's right, senpai."

She started walking towards the door as she held the box of ootoro and Tamaki just watched her, still thinking on what she said.

Before she completely exited the room, she turned back to Tamaki with a beam. "And thank you, Tamaki-senpai. You made me happy."

With that line said, Tamaki was left blushing.

'You made me happy…' Haruhi's words echoed in Tamaki's mind.

You…

That meant… him, right?

Then what she said must mean that…

Tamaki's eyes widened in realization. That meant that he made her, Haruhi –HARUHI!- happy!

He made her happy!

Tamaki made Haruhi happy!

What a brilliant conclusion that was!

The blond found himself smiling rather sheepishly at himself as he ran after his beloved 'daughter.'

.owari.

But as the princely Tamaki approached the delighted Haruhi, a banana peel that went past his eyesight successfully tripped him, causing the ever gracious Tamaki to push the unknowing Haruhi.

And all the ootoro went flying down to the floor.

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Amai: Hehe… I love the ending… XD Kyaahhh!! My first TamaHaru ficlet!! jumps around I can't believe I finished this in one sitting…! I am addicted to this couple as of now, and Tamaki really inspires me!! Well, this is the first chapter for Shortcakes…! OO And it's not short… I'm defying the summary of this title… I'm not too sure if this would be liked… I hope somebody likes this… uhm… review…:3