OH MY GOD IT'S ACTUALLY BEEN A WEEK SINCE I LAST POSTED SOMETHING FDJKLA;JFKDLJDKALJKLSKKJL, anyways, as just a little refresher the last words that Haruhi (in Tamaki's body) said were "I'm your daughter."

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"Heh- heheheheheheehhe ehhehHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAH AAAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAH AHAH AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA BA HA HA HA HA!" Dad fell down on his knees and started pounding the floor.

"Pffffffft - " and now Tamaki-sempai also started laughing, although his laugh was much more subtle.

"WHAT? I'M TRYING TO EXPLAIN IT HERE!" This time red rushes to my face out of embarrassment. "Come on! Stop- STOP LAUGHING! I – I CAN'T DO EXPLAIN WHEN YOU'RE – PLEASE. DAD STOP!"

At this Dad sat forward with his shoulders still shaking with laughter and Tamaki-sempai looked at me, only to quickly look away and burst out laughing again. Whatis so funny?

"I'm sorry – it's just – heh- hehehheHEHHEHEHEHEH BA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA," Once again Dad loses control, this time rolling on the floor, which sets off Tamaki-sempai.

Losing all of my patience at this point, I stand up a deep frown carved on my face, and my eyes set in a cold stone. I wait at least 2 minutes for Tamaki-sempai and Dad to settle down, and focus on me, however all of my effort to stay calm myself is slipping away. And finally with one stamp of my foot, the bright laughter is silenced.

"STOP LAUGHING!" I stare at them, my rage boiling. This is completely different than my usual anger – this is searing hot, normally I act colder. I think that's what surprises Tamaki-sempai the most, causing the distressed face he has. My dad on the other hand doesn't have that much experience with Tamaki-sempai's usual actions, plus he doesn't know that I Haruhi am in Tamaki-sempai's body, so he has no comparison for the sudden outburst of rage. Still, both of them sit up and clear their throats, and settle down slightly.

"Ok, so as I was saying. I'll try not to make is sound so…ridiculous this time," I cleared my throat and looked at Dad and Tamaki-sempai. "Can we sit at the table? I'd feel much better than sitting on floor killing my back all day," my anger still hasn't quite worn off yet.

"Sure," Dad looks warily of me, almost as if his first impression of Tamaki-sempai's character is changing a bit. That won't last too long though if I'm going to explain this clearly.

"Alright, so as I said before – and DON'T laugh! … I am actually your daughter…Haruhi," I say once I sit down on the right side of the table, in my usual spot, looking mostly at my father. "That's probably why you think I'm acting more like Haruhi – er myself. Tamaki-sempai on the other hand is in my body," I gesture toward Tamaki-sempai.

"Oh yeah, and why am I supposed to believe THAT? 'Ms. Haruhi'" Dad looks at me, his eyes filled with obvious disbelief.

"I personally think that Tamaki-sempai is a complete idiot, selfish, full of himself, doesn't consider many people's feelings other than his own, and often acts beyond the boundaries of what he should be able to act upon; specifically when it comes to calling me his daughter, hugging me without a moment's notice, and pulling me away directly after school so that I can fall asleep in a limousine that is taking me to the Ootori water park. Most of the time he acts like a complete creep, and I had no idea if I could trust him the last time we went the Ootori beach and I was frightened of the lighting and he showed me how to feel safer in the dark by covering my ears and blindfolding me,"

"Holy crap you are Haruhi," Dad sits there with an approving expression on his face, nodding his head in acceptance. That was simple.

Tamaki-sempai on the other hand is gaping at me, his right eye twitching, and out of nowhere he bursts into tears. He curls up into his usual ball, but stays right in his seat shaking a little. Just as I start realizing that I went too far with the insults, and I can feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment again, Tamaki-sempai lifts up his head and glares at me. It's the most shocking glare I've ever seen, and I shrink back in fear. Sempai is past his usual tears already, unlike how he usually sits for a solid 5 minutes before he stops crying. Uncurling from his ball and opening his mouth, you can tell Sempai desperately wants to say something back at me, something harsh that will hurt me, but as his usual extremely-caring self, he decides not to. You can tell in his eyes, that he's still hurt though.

I look over at Dad, who is still slightly confused, looking at concern toward Tamaki-sempai; probably out of the natural fatherly reaction toward his daughter's face in distress, and I bet there's even some concern for Tamaki-sempai himself. He turns to me after a few moments of gazing in empathy, and asks:

"Well then how did you possibly get this way? As far as I know, there's no way you can switch minds and bodies." He crosses his arms.

"I don't know. That's just the thing. I can't think of any sort of reasonable explanation, all I know is that I'm definitely not Tamaki-sempai, and that somehow in the middle of the night our minds switched and I woke up in Tamaki-sempai's bed." I cover my face with my hands and lean over the table.

Maybe there is some strange paradox that happens at certain times. Maybe, I actually am Tamaki-sempai, and Tamaki-sempai really is Haruhi, but for some reason we've been lead to believe that we are the opposite. But that doesn't make much sense. I think and think, coming up with as many explanations as I can, none of them however are at all rational, and this occurrence is completely unique, it has no reference, no source to look to for clues, no way of getting another's input to see if we can come to a conclus-

*SLAM*

I look up just in time to see Tamaki-sempai place the wooden curse-doll in the middle of the table and slump down in his chair.

"I told you it does so mean something to be cursed."

~Tamaki's Point of View~

How could she? How could she say such terrible things about me? I know that Haruhi is a very straight forward person, but how in the world, did she get the heart, to say something so – I'm mean she's never spoken to anyone like that before, now that I think about it, so then why in the world did she speak like that this time?

My chest physically hurts as I meander in my thoughts trying to search for an explanation. I've never done something so evil to her. Yes, I have done some wrong things, but she went and pointed out all of my flaws, shoved them in my face, and rubbed them in. She doesn't even feel sorry for me. Oh sure Ranka-san feels sorry for me, but Haruhi – maybe she is just a cold hearted soul with love or consideration in it what-so-ever.

I feel like dying in a hole. Out of anger and frustration, I look up again, just once to see if possibly Haruhi has begun to consider my feelings. Instead her face is filled with quite a different emotion: amazement.

"Oh – OH MY GOD! That – that actually makes a whole lot of sense. Or – well, it makes more sense than any of the stuff I've thought of," Haruhi picks up the cursed doll and examines it in her hands, turning it over and over. "But, how…how could it put us in each other's bodies? Heh, more importantly how do we get back." With this last bit Haruhi covers her mouth in thought.

I look at her hopefully to see if maybe she'll look at me, but to no avail. Maybe I should just go stalk off to my room…The table practically flips over as I see Haruhi jump up with a strange and unusual amount of energy. With vivacity she raises the doll to the air and poses –

"WE MUST GO TO NEKOZAWA-SEMPAI'S HOUSE," in a strange long-stridden marching motion she heads toward the door.

"…We?" I glare at her, my feelings still hurt.

"Yep you and me – come on," quickly turning around and walking over to me she shoves the doll in my face. "We must figure this out. The only way to do that is to ask Nekozawa-sempai himself!"

"But…we could just search talismans on the computer couldn't we –" I feel a strange lack of motivation…

"Nope! Besides, that's kinda boring," Haruhi looks surprised that she said that. "So get up and come on!"

"Hey I didn't approve of this yet!" Ranka-san points at Haruhi, who just stares back at him with a pouty face.

"I – Haruhi's Father – Approve of this mission," Haruhi states in a strange, and bad, imitation of her father. "Ok now you have – RUN TAMAKI-SEMPAI!"

"W-wait–" in an instant, Haruhi has picked me up in her arms and is running down the stairs of her apartment.

I turn my head to see Ranka-san struggling to put his shoes on and fiddling to close the door, but by the time he has done the job, Haruhi has already carried me down the stairs and to the limo. Inside are some of my maids – who normally don't come with me places. Their faces get red, and so does mine, as Haruhi tosses me into the limo and jumps in after me while laughing. I – I didn't even know my body was strong enough to do this!

Haruhi quickly closes the door and shouts to the chauffer to start driving immediately.

"W-HEEEY! I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS!" Wait what am I saying – Haruhi and I are now riding together in my limo – in a strange and awkward way. "Besides, where are we going?"

"To Nekozawa-sempai's house!" Haruhi says with much more energy than she normally does – what has gotten into her? By the expression on her face you can tell that she's thinking the same thing.

"Which…is where?" I point out to her.

"Crap," she hangs her head. "Ok then – TO KYOUYA'S HOUSE!"

"To Kyouya's house, young master!" shouts the chauffer.

"Wait why?" I grab Haruhi's shirt! "He's got nothing to do with this! Besides it's the weekend, and I know for a fact that he sleeps in later than me!"

"Well we're just going to have to wake him up – "

"NOOOOOOOO NEVER, NEVER, NEVEREVEREVEREVEREVEREVER!" I babble shaking my head. Frightening memories of past awakenings chilling me to the bone.

Haruhi shoves her face in mine and looks at me. She opens her mouth at first like she's hesitating and rethinking going to Kyouya's, but being the person she is decides against it and continues.

"I had no idea that you were so CHICKEN Tamaki-sempai," she says with a terrifying delighted smile, similar to Hikaru's. I do NOT want that smile on my face.

Unlike I normally react this claim of me being 'chicken' is not that upsetting.

"I'm not chicken,"

"Sure are. You're so scared you could just go die in a hole – scaredy little Tamaki" what the HECK is she doing?

"I'm NOT SCAREDY,"

"OH SURE YOU ARE,"

"NO, I'M NOT,"

"WRONG."

After more of this argument, I just sit there glaring at Haruhi while she laughs. Her cheeks – or well MY cheeks – are red with her laughter. Oh GREAT – not only is she colder than normal, she's acting more devilish, just like those stupid twins! Why is she acting so strange? But then why am I acting so strange today?

"Pffft – " Haruhi glances over to me, and looks down at my feet.

"What?" oh wait…they're my actual FEET.

"You don't have your shoes. Heh. Hehehhehehehhehehhe HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH," buckling over she falls into another fit of laughter.

I can feel my face get red with anger, "THAT'S CUZ YOU CARRIED ME OUT OF YOUR HOUSE BEFORE I COULD GET THEM ON," Once again I ball up and hold my knees, this time though, I continue to glance at Haruhi.

A look of realization goes over Haruhi's face after she takes in my stance. She coughs, scratches her head, and then looks at me sheepishly.

"Hey um…I'm…I'm sorry for what I said back at my house…" her cheeks bloom with a bright red. "For some reason, my emotions have been all out of wack today. I've been having bigger reactions to things emotionally, so I'm sorry." She wraps my arm around me and gives me a little squeeze resting my head on me for a moment. Genuine appreciation fills my heart, which soon changes once I see the maids staring at us, blushing to the brim, with small smiles.

~All of the Maid's Point of View~

Wtf is Tamaki-kun doing?

~Haruhi's Point of View~

And now here I sit hugging Tamaki-sempai. Or rather, hugging myself, but he's in my body so – oh well you get it. Thing is I have never done this out of my own free with, but for some reason I don't want to stop hugging him…her…me…him, whatever. Of course I have to let go as soon as I see the maids staring at us with really strange expressions. I can't remember why I brought them along.

Anyways, as I find myself stumbling through the day, I've become more relaxed, and currently, I don't care what-so-ever about what I'm doing. What I'm thinking about is how we're going to get Tamaki-sempai shoes. I mill over this question, to no avail, and just sit back and relax for the rest of this leisurely ride. As the car pulls into the driveway, I look out the window at the grandness of Kyouya-sempai's house.

It's time to wake him up.

~Tamaki's Point of View~

I still don't know why the heck we're here.