Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, or the characters.

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Tamaki Suoh carefully let his eyes flutter open. Yawning, he sat up, and looked around at his dark, stuffy bedroom.

Moving strangely quickly for somebody who just woke up, he got out bed, and walked over to the window. He grabbed the curtains and thrust them open, letting the early morning sun fill his bedroom.

He smiled, and pushed open the window. The light breeze brushed past his silk pajamas and Tamaki closed his eyes, sighing.

"Another beautiful day," he breathed happily.

"Isn't it, Tamaki?"

Tamaki jumped at the sound of the voice. He whirled around, to see a tall man at his doorway, wearing a black suit. He smiled. "Good morning, my son."

"Good morning, Father."

Yuzuru Suoh moved from the doorway over to Tamaki, and placed a hand on his head. "Get ready. We're leaving soon."

Tamaki blinked. "What? We're going somewhere?"

"Yes. We're going to France."

Tamaki jumped, shocked. "France?! Why are we going to France?"

Yuzuru waved his question away. "No reason. Just get ready."

Tamaki backed away from his father's hand, and scrunched his face up, crossing his arms. "There is a reason, Father. Tell me, or I'm not going." He stood his place like a stubborn child, waiting for an answer.

Yuzuru couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you sure you're seventeen?"

"Hmph."

"Fine. If you must know, we're going to the Tonnerre estate."

Tamaki's eyes widened at the name. "You mean, Éclair Tonnerre's estate?

"Yes, that's the one. Miss Tonnerre has asked for your grandmother to reconsider an engagement. In response, she demanded me to accompany her to a meeting with Miss Tonnerre and her parents. I accepted, only if you could come as well. It is your marriage we're discussing, after all."

Tamaki was silent for a moment. He hung his head, and stared at the floor. "Father, I'm sorry. But...Éclair is not the person I wish to marry."

"I understand. But you know better than to go against your grandmother's wish." He patted Tamaki's shoulder. "Now put on something nice. We leave for the airport in about a half an hour." And with that, Yuzuru left his son alone.

Tamaki turned and looked at the sky. What will I do? It won't mean anything if I disagree with the marriage plans. Grandmother will just ignore me, and accept the marriage with or without my approval. And, I'll probably never come back to Japan as soon as I leave. What about the Host Club? What about Haruhi...?

A small blush fell upon Tamaki's cheeks. During the Ouran Fair, Haruhi stopped Tamaki from going with Éclair to France, and the two had become closer friends then they were before. And Tamaki had finally stopped considering Haruhi to be his daughter.

"Master Tamaki?"

Tamaki's thoughts were broken as he turned to look at his maid, Shima. "Master Tamaki, your father says you need to get ready for your flight."

"Yes, Shima, I know."

The old maid nodded and walked out of Tamaki's room. Tamaki sighed and walked into his closet. He picked out a suit, a very, very light green one, and changed into it.

Afterward, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed Kyouya's number. It was still early, so as expected, Tamaki got Kyouya's message machine. Tamaki sighed, half with relief, half with disappointed. He didn't want Kyouya's wrath so early in the morning, but he also wanted to hear Kyouya's actual voice, for some support.

Silently, he waited until he heard the beep.

"Kyouya? It's me. Listen, I've got to tell you something..."

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Haruhi was busy making herself breakfast. She didn't have school this week, and nether did the other Host Club members this week. She knew she would be brought into some sort of idiotic scheme by Tamaki, so she decided to make a nice breakfast.

Might as well start the day off on a good note. Who knows what kind of chaos I'll probably get dragged into today?

Haruhi sighed. It was like a never ending cycle for her, only adding more stress to her life. But, she did make the decision to stay with the Host Club, even after she payed off the eight million yen debt she owed them for breaking their vase on her first day, so she had to live with it.

When she was done making her breakfast, she sat down at the table and silently ate it. Her father was working all night, and he wouldn't be home until noon, which was still three hours away.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Crap. It's still early, damnit. Groaning, she stood up, walked over and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Haruhi!" Kyouya Ootori's voice rang through the receiver.

"Kyouya-senpai?"

"I need you to come to my house, NOW!"

The loud demand made Haruhi's ears ring. "Kyouya-senpai, slow down. What's going on?"

"It's that idiot, Tamaki. He's gone!"

Haruhi froze. "Gone?"

"He left with his father for France a while ago. He's going to the Tonnerre estate."

Tonnerre. The name made Haruhi's blood curl. Éclair Tonnerre had tried to take Tamaki away to France before. And if Tamaki hadn't saved Haruhi from falling out of the horse-drawn carriage and off the bridge, he would have gone to France and married Éclair. If Tamaki was going to the Tonnerre estate, Haruhi knew it wasn't good.

"Hang on, Kyouya-senpai. I'll be there as soon as I can." Haruhi hung up the phone, and ran to her room. She opened the closet, and grabbed the nearest pieces of clothing, which was a pink tanktop, and a pair of jeans. She changed out of her pajamas and into these, and threw on a sweater.

She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and quickly wrote a note to her father, and ran out the door, just remembering to lock it before rushing toward the direction of the subway.

Dad,

I'm at Kyouya's place, and possibly in France.

See you when I get back.

Haruhi