hi guys, anidala75 here. This is my first ever Ouran fanfic! YAY!

I don't own OHSHC. darn. It belongs to Bisco Hatori.

It surprised no one. Everyone had seen it coming, and, in fact, had been waiting for it. For several years, actually.

Because it was TOTALLY not out of character AT ALL for Tamaki Souh, 26 years old, a man "dripping with good looks" (his words), and heir to the rather extensive Souh empire, to be brooding over something or other.

Today, however, Tamaki seemed to be in an even more pensive mood than usual. He paced about. He muttered things in French. And the only time he stopped walking was to sit down and pound away on the piano, only to stop after a few bars, to turn away.

"Ce n'est pas bien. Je dois penser. Maintenant est pas le moment...mais que faire si il est?"

The only thing that his friends were unsure of...was why.

k guys, sorry it was short but I don't have as much time as I'd like to have for writing. So I decided that if nobody reviews, then I won't bother updating. So please guys, R&R!