'Where am I?'

Tamaki looked around, everything was white. There weren't even any discernable features about wherever he was currently standing in. When he took a step, his foot landed on something solid, but when he looked down, he saw nothing but air beneath his feet.

He raised a hand to his neck, pressing down and feeling for a heartbeat. There was none.

"Does this mean I'm dead?" he asked himself. "If so, then this must be-"

"Oh, hello there!"

Tamaki whirled around. A shadowy figure walked through the clouds towards him. For some reason, the sight didn't bother him much, whereas on Earth he might've felt a bit nervous. Perhaps losing fears was just a part of dying?

As the figure approached, Tamaki was able to make out a woman. A pretty woman in her 30s, he'd wager, with long brown hair tied back and soft brown eyes. She looked strikingly familiar, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where he'd seen her.

"Tamaki Suoh," she said cheerfully. "I didn't expect to see you here so soon."

Tamaki blinked. "You… How do you know my name?"

The woman chuckled. "I know more than just your name. I've been watching you for quite some time now."

Tamaki thought about that, and a million new questions formed in his mind. Before he got to those, though, he had to ask the one most prevalent.

"Is this Heaven?"

Now it was the woman's turn to look confused. She stared at him for a moment, then let out another, louder chuckle.

"Heaven?" she repeated through her laughter. "No, silly. This is more like… Heaven's doorstep, if you will."

Tamaki looked around again. Despite what she said, this sure looked like Heaven, at least as it was portrayed in the media. Clouds everywhere, all white, and when he looked down, he noticed his school uniform was gone, replaced by an all white shirt and pants.

"So where is Heaven, if not here?"

The woman smiled and pointed at something directly to the left.

"That right there," she told him. "That's Heaven."

Tamaki followed her finger with slight eagerness. His mind was still a bit fuzzy, dying had kind of messed his memory up, so he couldn't recall much before waking up here. Tamaki gazed at the spot her finger was pointing at, expecting to see a glorious gateway or a choir of angels ready to sing him to his final rest.

Instead, he saw nothing.

Tamaki glanced back at her, then at the empty space. What was she talking about? There was nothing for miles around.

"You mean, you can't see it?"

Tamaki jumped, just realizing he'd spoken his thoughts aloud. The woman's cheerful face had melted into amazement, and she studied him for a moment before breaking out into a grin.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" She cheered, clasping her hands together. "That means it's not your time yet."

When he made it clear that he didn't understand, the woman continued.

"Only those who have truly died can see it," she explained. "If you can't, then you aren't ready to enter yet."

Her words sunk in fast, and made Tamaki's heart swell. He was going to live! He was going to see his family and his friends and Haruhi again! It was just too good to be true.

"But wait," His joy was briefly replaced by wonder. "Why aren't you in Heaven now, is it not your time too?"

At this, the woman's smile saddened. "Unfortunately, it is. The only reason I haven't entered yet is because I'm waiting for my husband. I don't want to go without him."

"Is he sick?" Tamaki asked.

"Oh no," the woman shook her head rapidly. "He's very healthy. No, I still have a while yet to wait. But it's okay, I've already waited ten years, what's a few more decades?"

Tamaki gaped at her, though inside, he was smiling warmly. Such sweet love this woman must have for her husband, to wait so long for him. The woman grinned and took a step away from him, gently pulling him by the arm as she went.

"Come on," she said. "Walk with me."

Kenji Ito could not see ghosts. In fact, before Miyako came around, he hadn't even believed in them. From the stories his young friend had told him, he was quite glad he didn't have the power she did, it seemed like such a hassle.

Still, there were times like right now, when he almost wished he could see ghosts, because at least then he might have an idea of what was going on. Miyako seemed too in shock to tell him anything. After her initial outburst, she'd gone strangely quiet, and was staring at the ground before her so hard she probably could have dented it with her mind.

He'd given up asking questions a while ago, now he was just concerned for his charge, but he didn't know what to say.

'Where's Rika when you need her?' He groaned to himself. His sister was always better at giving pep talks than he was.

He had to do something, though. He had to at least try.

Kenji took a deep and kneeled down to Miyako's level. Even from here, he couldn't see her face. Her hair kept it completely covered, and so he had no idea what she was thinking.

"Look, Miyako," He started, his voice shaking a bit with uncertainty. "Miyako, I- You… That is to say, you-"


Kenji blinked and squinted his eyes at her. "What was that?"

Miyako's head shot up. Her tears had dried but her eyes were still reddish. Despite this, she looked more determined than sad, and her voice was steady when she spoke again.

"This can't be," She said. "I don't believe it."

Before Kenji knew it, Miyako shot up and took of in a run, swerving away from the main entrance and towards the side.

"Come on," she shouted over her shoulder. "There has to be an emergency door or something!"

Tamaki and the woman walked in silence. She seemed to be off in her own world, a gentle smile plastered across her features. For his part, Tamaki was trying to sort through his thoughts and figure out what exactly had happened to him and where'd he'd seen the woman before.

He knew he was hit by a truck, and he knew he'd been in a coma. Everything else was a complete jumble. He could recall bits and pieces of voices, from his father and Kyoya and Haruhi, and some other girl he didn't know very well. What was her name again? Minami? Kayako?

Miyako! That was it.

"Something wrong?" The concerned woman asked him.

Tamaki glanced at her while rubbing his forehead. "My head feels all weird. I can't remember how I got here."

"Oh, don't worry about that." She assured him. "That happens a lot to new arrivals, you'll remember soon enough. Plus, you're going back soon, so it's not a problem."

Tamaki nodded, that was good to know. He still wished he could remember faster.

"You know something, Tamaki?" The woman had stopped walking and placed herself in front of him. Tamaki noticed then that she was quite a bit shorter than him. "You're a very interesting person."

"Eh?" Tamaki didn't quite know what to make of that. "You think so?"

She gave a nod of her own. "Like I said before, I've been watching you. Your friends as well. You guys are really funny, by the way. They should make an anime about you, it'd be a hit!"

She stopped to giggle.

"But I digress," as the woman's laughter died away, her smile began to appear older somewhat, but nonetheless warm and kind. "I may not have known you when I was alive, but I see that you've had it rough, what with your mother and everything. She's worried sick about you, you know."

Something alerted Tamaki to a group of shifting clouds right beside him. He turned, and saw that the clouds were separating slowing, and the now clear space had a shine to it like a TV screen. It remained as white as everything else for a second, then sprang to life, and projected a clear image of a beautiful blonde woman praying before a statue of the Virgin Mary.

"Mother!" Tamaki gasped, falling to his knees before the vision.

She hadn't changed much in the two years since he last saw her. Her face still betrayed little age, though the bags under her eyes could only be from lack of sleep. He wondered how she found out about his condition since he was never allowed to contact her, but it if was clear that she knew. Her prayers gave it all away.

"She looks…" What could he say about her after all this time? "She looks… sad."

"Of course she's sad," The woman said, matter-of-factly. "Her son is dying, what else would you expect?"

Tamaki's eyes widened in fear as she turned to her.

"But I thought you said I was going back," He pleaded.

The woman was unfazed by his semi-outburst, and her smile had faded to make room for sadness as she shrugged her shoulders at him.

"She doesn't know that."

'Oh.' Tamaki's face fell and he turned back around to look at his mother. 'That makes sense.'

"Found one!"

Miyako sprinted to where Elissa was standing. The ghost held the sniffling Naru in her arms and so motioned with her head towards the emergency door. Miyako had already seen it anyway.

"Alright," The medium called to the ghost. "Good work."

She grasped the door handle and pulled. When it didn't budge, Miyako concluded that it was locked and felt like screaming again.

"It's locked," She muttered in anger.

Hoki took the opportunity to phase through the door. His head popped out a second later.

"It's a key lock," He explained to the deflated Miyako. "Do you have a hair pin or something?"

The dark haired girl gave him a funny look, but knew she had nothing else to lose and fished around her purse for a spare hair pin. She struck gold and pulled the small item out. Hoki grabbed it, and Miyako realized for the first time that Kenji had followed her due to his sudden gasp at seeing a hair pin floating in mid air. After a slight struggle, Hoki managed to get the pin inside by sliding it under the door. Then there was a series of clicking sounds, and just like that, the door burst open, revealing a triumphantly smiling Hoki.

"How did you do that?" A stunned Elissa asked.

"Learned it in the Army," Hoki answered with a wave of his hand. "Now let's go!"

Tamaki had been staring at the image of his mother for longer than he knew. He didn't want to look away, because he knew this may be his only chance to see her for a long time. And when the image suddenly faded away, he felt a weight drop into his stomach.

Mother!" He cried for a second time, but it didn't return.

"I'm sorry," the woman behind him said. "But you shouldn't linger for too long."

She moved to kneel in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders in a motherly fashion.

"I'm sure you'll see her again for real someday," she said softly. "In fact, I know you will. Just have faith, okay?"

Tamaki didn't look at her for a few seconds. When he did, he was close to tears, but smiling anyway, because he knew that she was right.

"Well then," The woman stood back up and placed her hands on her hips. "I think it's almost time for you to go, so let me give you some parting words."

Her voice had taken on an authorative tone that Tamaki found surprising. He saw movement beside him and looked again at the TV screen-like square. The image it now showed wasn't of his mother, but of Miyako and the ghosts running down a hallway. Then it switched again to two girls struggling with each other in what looked like a large broom closet. He instantly recognized the girl closet to him, and the sight of her brought everything back.

"Haruhi!" He screamed, leaning forward to put his hands on the 'glass'. "What's going on? Who is that girl? My body…"

He clutched his chest. It didn't hurt anymore, but he could vividly remember the pain and shivered. Tamaki stood and whirled around to the woman, who looked even less pleased by the scene than he did, if that were possible.

"I have to go back!" He cried.

"I know," she answered with a nod. "You're going back now, I can feel it."

Tamaki opened his mouth to question her, but got his answer when he felt pain surge though his chest. Unlike the first time though, this pain lasted only a few seconds and felt like a shock. Tamaki's knees buckled, but the woman to didn't move to help.

"There it goes," she said wistfully. "You'll be back soon, Tamaki. Don't worry, everything's going to be alright."

"Wait a minute," Tamaki cried. "I have to ask- ARGH!"

Another shock went through him, cutting his words off.

"I was going to tell you," The woman didn't even acknowledge his words. "Don't worry about Miyako, she may be angry, but once you open your eyes, I think you'll find you have some common ground with her."

"Wait," Tamaki desperately gasped out. "I've seen you before, I know I have. Who are you?"

Her response was little more than a knowing smile.

"You're a good man, Tamaki Suoh," She told him in a wavering voice. "Take good care of Haruhi, okay?"

A third surge of pain hit him, this one the worst of them all.

He began to fall.

Tamaki opened his mouth but couldn't scream as the whiteness disappeared, replaced by blackness. It was almost like the day he'd fallen into the river with Haruhi in his arms, and he replayed that memory in his head until the falling stopped.

He felted something under him. A mattress of some sort. His fingers rested on a scratchy material and felt strange when he tried to move them… wait, felt?

Tamaki gasped and scrunched up his face. His whole body ached and could hear a ringing in his ears.

Slowly but surely, Tamaki's violet eyes opened. He found himself looking at a white ceiling. His eyes darted in all different directions. A few chairs sat on one side, a lot of medical equipment on the other. His breathing was heavy, he was suddenly aware that he actually had to breath. He raised a shaky hand to his neck and pressed down.

His heart was beating. Slow, but strong.

"I'm back?" He whispered, struggling to sit upright. "I'm really…"

He couldn't celebrate for long, because just then he heard a thud and someone scream. The image of Haruhi and her fight with that girl came back to him hard, and he gasped.


The back entrance had been far away from the main one, and so it took longer to find a staircase than Miyako would have liked. She pumped her legs as hard as she could and took a moment to envy the ghosts and their lack of breathing.

"I see the elevators!" Hoki cried from just ahead of them, pointing down a certain hallway. "The stairs are right next to them."

Miyako nodded her thanks and she and the others made a sharp turn. The door to the stairs was just up ahead. They were almost there.

Tamaki ripped the wires from his arms and torso. Ignoring the pain, he stumbled out of the bed and to the door. He could still hear grunting and struggling coming from the next room, and pulled himself into the empty hallway, paying no mind to his shaking legs and throbbing head. He turned to the side and found a large closed door labeled 'BROOM CLOSET'. His heart swelling, Tamaki grabbed the handle and pulled open the door.

Haruhi didn't know how long she'd been fighting Hasami's attack, but it felt like hours. Her arm felt like it was about to break off, she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. She kept going only by thinking of all she would leave behind if she let this girl kill her. Her friends, her education, her father, Tamaki…

The door swung open. Haruhi didn't believe it at first, but felt a wave of relief knowing someone had finally come to help her. She'd expected Hasami to stop, drop the scissors and back away, but she didn't expect the other girl to gasp, fly back towards the wall and fall to her knees. Her eyes were filling with tears. Was she really that terrified that she'd been caught?


When she heard it, Haruhi's insides froze. That voice, she knew that voice. Slowly, as if not daring to believe it was true, she turned around to look at her savior.

And Tamaki stared right back at her.

Tamaki leaned against the door, his breathing still very heavy and his body screaming in pain. He didn't care though, because Haruhi was standing before him, shaken and out of breath herself, but unharmed. He never wanted to hold her more than at that moment, but his body was still having trouble with movement.

"Haruhi," he said her name again. He could never say it enough times.

Haruhi stared at him in turn, her brown eyes alight with unshed tears, and she raised shaking hands to him, placing them gently on his face.

"You're alive," her voice quivered. It was absolutely adorable, and he almost felt like laughing happily.


Both of them started a bit at the voice. Tamaki stared at the girl who'd been attacking his Haruhi, first with anger, then shock once he recognized her.

"Hasami-hime?" He gasped. "Is that you?"

The girl got to her feet and ran to them, pushing Haruhi away as she did so and threw her arms around him.

"You're alive!" she cried. "You're alive! I don't believe it, I thought when I pulled your life support you'd surely die, but… oh, it's a miracle!"

She was so happy, she didn't notice that Tamaki wasn't hugging her back, and rather was completely rigid against her.

"Did you say…" He felt a daze come over him. "You pulled my life support?"

Hasami struggled to stop her tears and moved away a bit to look up at him apologetically.

"Yes," she answered honestly. "I'm sorry, Tamaki-sama. I just couldn't bear the thought of them doing it themselves. I love you so much, and I know you feel the same way. So I decided I would turn off your life support myself and then take some sleeping pills. That way, we could be together in Heaven, but now that you're back, I- huh?"

Tamaki pushed Hasami away from him, effectively cutting off her words. His face betrayed no emotion save sadness, anger and pity. Hasami's smile faded a bit.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Aren't you happy?"

There was a tense pause.

"Hasami," Tamaki searched for the right words. "You are a lovely girl, I've always said that."

She smiled again and gave a nod.

"I know," she answered happily. "I've treasured your words."

Tamaki sighed and put his hands on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he told her quietly. "I never meant to mislead you and I meant everything I said, but I don't… I don't feel that way about you."

Hasami blinked, a tiny sound came out from the back of her throat.

"Wh-what?" She stammered.

"Please understand," he continued. "I know you aren't a bad person, and I don't want to hurt you, I just can't be with you. Forgive me."

The girl didn't answer. Her mouth hung open and she stared blankly into his eyes, tears forming in her own. Tamaki didn't know what was going through her mind, but he'd come to the conclusion both from what he'd seen and what he heard that she needed help, help he could not provide, no matter how sad it made him.

He moved away from her, and she didn't try to stop him. Haruhi had watched the exchange in silence, and now the two stood before each other, not speaking or moving, just looking. Tamaki imagined he looked like a mess. The last time he'd seen himself, he certainly didn't look his best. Haruhi looked just as beautiful as he remembered, even though she was crying, which he never liked seeing.

Without warning, Haruhi let out a happy sob, prompting Tamaki to finally close the distance and wrap his arms around her small frame. She hugged him back with equal if not stronger force, like she was afraid he would disappear if she let go.

"You're alive," she whispered against his chest.

Tamaki could only nod.

"You're really here."


Haruhi looked up with a smile despite the tears still running down her face.

"I was so afraid," she choked out. "I thought you might've died."

"Never," He told her, pulling her tighter to him. "I'll never leave you alone again."

Haruhi sniffled, and raised a hand to wipe her tears away.

"Senpai," she started to say, her stomach doing flip-flops from what she was about to tell him. "I need to-"

"Wait," Tamaki interrupted, causing her eyes to widen adorably. "I want to ask, can you not call me senpai anymore?"

Haruhi blinked, the odd request leaving her unsure.

"Buy why?" she asked.

Tamaki opened his mouth to answer, but no words would come out. How ironic was it that he was such a smooth talker when Hosting, and yet tongue-tied around the girl he truly loved. In the end, he decided if he couldn't say it, he might as well show it. His face broke into an easy smile, and before Haruhi knew it, he lowered his head and captured her lips with his.

Haruhi gasped and her body froze, but she didn't stop him. Her body soon relaxed, and she tentatively returned the kiss, prompting Tamaki to deepen it. They stayed like that for what felt like forever, using their first kiss to express all the feelings they'd held so long for each other.

Tamaki's ears perked up when he heard heavy breathing from right in front of them. He then remembered that Hasami was still in the closet with him, watching everything. Breaking the kiss, he glanced at the girl and saw that she was staring at them intently, her face a mask of pure fury.

"So that's it," she said in a low, dangerous voice. "You and her… fine then."

Tamaki pulled Haruhi to him protectively. Hasami let out a scream and raised the scissors to strike, her eyes on Haruhi.

"No!" Tamaki pulled Haruhi behind him, ready to take the insane girl's attack for her, when-


Tamaki and Haruhi's head snapped to Hasami. The scissors had fallen from her hand, and her mouth formed a surprised but silent 'o'. Hasami's knees buckled, and she slumped to the floor, out cold. With her out of the way, Tamaki could clearly see Miyako, stun gun in hand.

"Only back for a minute and already you're in trouble, huh Suoh?" She said flatly.

"Miyako!" Tamaki cried, feeling a rush of gratitude towards the girl.

"Don't try to hug me," Miyako informed him, seeing it coming from a mile away. "You're both okay, right?"

Both Tamaki and Haruhi nodded. Miyako closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again.

"Right, good," She said. "Guess I'll see you at school then."

With that, the medium turned on a heel and exited down the staircase. Tamaki slowly walked to the door and peered through the small window. He saw Miyako walk down the stairs with Kenji behind her. The chauffeur looked up for a moment and locked eyes with Tamaki. Somehow, Kenji seemed to know immediately who he was looking at, if his smile and thumbs up were any indication. The older man then started, Miyako had probably called out to see what was keeping him. With a final grin at Tamaki, the man stepped down again and disappeared from sight.

Now alone, Tamaki turned back to Haruhi, who was standing outside the closet.

They both opened their mouths to speak, but footsteps interrupted them before any words could even come out. Tamaki looked up, his eyes meeting a pair of glasses covered gray ones across the hall.

Kyoya moved with a slight edge to his steps. He hadn't mentioned his fears to the others, but wanted to get to Tamaki's room as fast as possible. He wondered whether it was a good or bad thing that Haruhi was not with them at the moment, but chose not to concern himself with that.

"I think something's bugging Kyoya-senpai," he barely heard Hikaru mutter to Kaoru, who nodding in agreement.

'Just pray that I'm wrong,' he told them silently.

They stepped into an elevator, the doctor's office had been on the eighth floor meaning they only had to go up two. The doors opened on the tenth floor, and Kyoya was the first one out. He was having a hard time keeping himself from running; all he wanted to do watch dash into Tamaki's room and make sure his idiot of a best friend wasn't dead.

He turned the corner into the main hallway, his eyes dead ahead of him.

And stopped.

Behind him, all talking from his companion ceased and they stood just as still and stared just as amazed at the sight before them.

Tamaki Suoh. Awake. Standing. Watching them.

They were still for what seemed like an eternity, daring not to believe it was true. Haruhi was beside him, leaning against him so he could stand. Kyoya took the first step forward and the other were quick to follow. Soon, they stood directly in front of their leader, who greeted them with a smile they thought they'd never see again.

"Hello, Gentlemen," He greeted them in that ridiculous attempt at authority he often tried. "I'm sorry to have worried you."

Like a dam, those words made the silence break. Hunny, Hikaru and Kaoru attacked him with cries of joy and hugs. Even Mori joined in, though he didn't make a sound, just smiled softly at Tamaki as he patted him on the head. Kyoya was the last to join in. He'd never been one for displays of affection and would deny he did this later on, but this one time, he made an exception. He pushed his way through and wrapped an arm around Tamaki's neck, pulling his head close and fighting back tears.

"You are such a moron," He muttered in Tamaki's ear. He could sense the blonde's grin of response.

The seven of them remained there crying and hugging, not caring one bit who saw them. It didn't matter, because the Ouran High School Host Club was reunited at last.

Unbeknownst to the group, a middle-aged man stood by the elevators watching them. When Yuzuru had seen his son awake and moving, he'd been beside himself with joy and it took everything he had not to run out there, hug Tamaki and never let go.

Instead, he observed them with a smile on his face. Let them have their tearful reunion, he decided. He could wait for his.

Miles away from the Ootori Medical Center, Kyung Kita sat in her study. She pursed her lips and turned the pages of her binder.

"What a difficult job," she said to herself.

Her current client was extremely picky, insisting on a precise type of wood for her cabinets in a precise color and with a precise smell even. Kyung had no idea where the woman had gotten that last one. Much as she loved being an interior designer, some of the people she wound up working for were just nuts.

Knock Knock

Kyung glanced up over her reading glasses, expecting to see Mrs. Noda or another staff member at the door. She jolted in her seat when she realized it was neither.

"Miyako?" Kyung addressed her step-daughter, pushing her chair back to stand. "What is it? Do you need something?"

The teenager drummed her fingers against the side of the door and continually shifted her weight between each leg.

"No, I uh…" Miyako trailed off for a moment. "I was just wondering what you were doing."

It came out a bit fast, but Kyung still caught it, and was torn between bewilderment and confused happiness. Her face broke out in a smile, it would have been a grin but she stopped herself in time.

"I'm just looked over some swatches," she answered, failing to hide her excitement. "My client is being difficult. She wants mahogany in a certain color but with a completely different shade than normal. I don't know what she's thinking, really."

Miyako shrugged, "Maybe she's just messing with you."

Kyung snorted, "Well if she is, I'm definitely putting in cedar wood. It doesn't match the rest of the interior at all."

The older woman laughed at her own joke and Miyako forced herself to do the same. Okay, so maybe she wasn't so interested in her Step-mother's work and the woman probably wouldn't care for her interest, but this was something. It was a start.

'I am trying,' she thought to herself as she sat down and let Kyung continue chattering. 'That's all you wanted, right Suoh?'

And who knows, maybe someday she would find some common ground with Kyung after all.

Somewhere in France, a woman listened quietly as her employer's daughter joyously told her the news. She took in all she was hearing, and allowed a smile to grace her features. When Éclair was finish, Anne-Sophie gave her a tight hug and politely excused herself. She needed to get back to the Chapel as soon as possible.

This time, she would be praying in thanks.

Two weeks passed. The busiest of Tamaki Suoh's life by far.

Thanks to his little excursion, he needed a few extra days rehabilitation to be able to move around properly again. Six days after waking up, Tamaki Suoh was discharged from the Hospital and went home accompanied by his fellow hosts and best friends.

Hasami had been taken into custody by Hospital security and later the actual police. Tamaki later discovered the girl had been living with her Aunt and Uncle after her father lost custody due to charges of repeated sexual abuse. When he heard the news, he felt a wave of pity for the girl, as did Haruhi, despite what had happened. Both of them refused to charge the girl and her Aunt and Uncle made the decision to put her in a mental institution, in the hopes that one day, she could recover from her numerous psychosis's. Though they felt bad for her, Tamaki and Haruhi made a silent decision not to visit any time soon.

The Host Club reopened the day Tamaki arrived back in school par his insistence. Kyoya had wanted to wait a few days so the Host Club King could regain his strength and get re-accustomed to school, but Tamaki would have none of it.

That day would go down on record as the largest turnout the Host Club ever received. Everyone wanted to see Tamaki and he was probably glomped and cried on more times that day to last ten lifetimes. At one point, Shizuka-hime and a few of Hasami's friends came over to tearfully apologize on their friend's behalf.

"If we'd only known," Shizuka murmured. "She always seemed so happy. I hope you can forgive her, Tamaki-senpai."

"Haruhi-kun, too," the girl beside her piped in.

Tamaki chuckled and gave them a reassuring smile, making them all sigh in relief.

"It's just so sad," a third friend said softly. "I went to visit her yesterday and she was completely delusional. She kept insisting that Haruhi-kun was a girl, can you believe that?"

The other girls smiled a bit despite the obvious sadness for their friend. Tamaki could only laugh nervously.

Everyday from then on preceded as normal. Tamaki hosted with a charming smile, he served tea, gave compliments, accepted gifts, everything he'd always done before the accident. There was only one difference now. Every day after club hours, or sometimes even during school if they had the time, Tamaki would meet with the girl he truly loved, and they would walk together into the rose maze and sit in the gazebo, either talking or just enjoying each other's company. Sometimes, they'd even spend their evenings at Haruhi's place.

Ranka had reacted as expected to the relationship: stomping Tamaki's head into the ground, threatening his life and certain parts of his body if he ever hurt Haruhi, etc. Surprisingly, he didn't take it much worse than that. The tranny even made an effort to be civil to him, even though Tamaki would often say the wrong thing at the wrong time and invoke the older man's rage. For the most part, it was working out quite well.

One day in particular, the couple sat in Haruhi's room. She had finished her homework and there wasn't much on TV, so they just relax together. Tamaki was keeping silent, seemingly lost in thought. Haruhi watched him from her place under his arm, curiosity growing.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked him.

Tamaki glanced at her, "Nothing, it's just that… when I woke up in the Hospital that day, I was alone."

Haruhi blinked, wondering why that was such a problem.

"It felt like I was being shocked," He continued. "When I was… up there. I woke up after a couple of shocks and I thought someone had used defibrillators on me, but I was alone, so how…?"

Haruhi pondered that for a moment, and admitted it did seem strange. She didn't blame Tamaki for being bothered by it. A smile crossed over her features as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"To be honest," She began. "I don't really care how it happened, I'm just glad you're back."

Tamaki smiled back, and pulled away a bit so he could give her a quick kiss.

"Me too, Haruhi," He pulled his girlfriend closer to him. "Me too."

A few minutes later, Tamaki's stomach began to growl loudly, much to his embarrassment. Haruhi just laughed and went to make them a snack. She returned a few minutes later with his favorite: ramen noodles, and found that he'd moved from his spot and was now kneeling in front of her mother's picture, praying.

Haruhi stood for a few minutes watching him. His face was serene and a small smile adorned his features, making her wonder what he was thinking.

"Thank you," She heard him whisper. "I promise I will."

She had no idea what that meant, but felt a happy feeling in her stomach when she heard it.

The library was surprisingly quiet. It was Tamaki's seventh day since returning to school and he still had mountains of make up work to complete. Normally Kyoya studied with him, but today he was busy, leaving Tamaki to sit alone at a table in the back. Of course, he was only alone to the naked eye. Completely unseen, three figures stood quietly behind Tamaki, watching him intently.

"Well, that's it," Hoki sighed. "The kid's alive and everything's normal again. I'm really going to miss him."

For her part, Elissa looked close to tears.

"Oh Tamaki, my darling boy!" She cried out dramatically. "Our time together was so short, but I will always treasure it. You are like a diamond in the rough, a true Prince among fools, you are-"

"Good GOD!" Hoki emphasized the second word as much as he could. "Would you listen to yourself? You sound like a bad soap opera."

Intentionally or not, this incited the former singer's rage.

"HOW DARE YOU?" She screamed at the male ghost, sticking her face close to his. "I can't believe I ever thought you might not be a cretin. You certainly just proved me wrong, you filthy cretin!"

"Quit calling me a cretin!" Hoki shouted back, leaning in as well to show he wouldn't be cowed. "I don't even know what that means!"

"And that's why you're a cretin!" Elissa fired back.

The two ghosts continued their bickering, while their third and much younger companion edged away, she'd never liked listening to them fight. Naru sadly approached the oblivious Tamaki, wanting nothing more than for him to look at her and smile like he used to. She reached for his pant leg, not caring when her hand went through it and looked up at him.

"I'm glad you're all better, Mr. Tamaki," She said with wide, sad eyes. "But I really miss you a lot."

Tamaki turned the page of his book and moved to write something down. His pen slipped through his hand and landed at Naru's feet. He sighed and pushed his seat out a bit to pick it up, and Naru moved back a little, not wanting him accidentally put his hand through her. He picked it up between two fingers and drew himself back up, stopping midway, leaving him eye to eye with Naru.

Then he winked.

Naru's eyes widened and she let out a gasp.

The now smiling Tamaki righted himself, then turned to the arguing ghosts in the corner, both too busy with their fight to notice anything else.

"Hoki, Elissa," Tamaki called to them. "I don't mean to be rude, but could you please quiet down a bit? I've got a lot of studying to do."

This stopped the argument completely. Hoki and Elissa whirled around when they heard him address them, something they never thought would happen again.

The bell ring just then, preventing any further talking as Tamaki sighed again and got up to collect his things.

"Have to get to class now," He said to himself and to the ghosts. "You guys can come, but I have to ask that you don't make too much noise, it's not polite."

He finished packing his bag and smiled warmly at Naru.

"After club hours, maybe we can go back to the duck pond. You'd like that, right Naru-chan?"

The girl didn't answer, and her companions were equally lost for words, the implications of what was happening hitting them just as Tamaki flashed them a knowing grin and started for the door.

"Wait…" Hoki muttered in a daze. "What the-"

He took off after Tamaki without warning, leaving Elissa to quickly scoop up Naru and follow as fast as she could. They caught up with Tamaki easily, mostly because he'd stopped on his own. His eyes were on the young girl a few feet away, picking up books she'd just dropped.

Lightly chuckling, Tamaki walked to her, the ghosts following close behind.

"Maybe you should invest in a better bag?" Tamaki suggested when he stood in front of the girl.

Miyako looked at him in surprise, but her eyes narrowed slightly when she realized who it was speaking. Tamaki bent down and picked up the final book before she could stop him, placing it at the top of the pile.

"There you go," He smiled at her.

The medium gave him a deadpan look, then stood back up.

"Well, aren't you chummy," She muttered, rearranging the books in her arm to hold them better.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Tamaki asked sincerely. "We are friends after all."

Miyako raised an eyebrow. "Since when?"

Tamaki shrugged. "Since I wouldn't be here right now without you and Hasami could have hurt Haruhi if you hadn't interfered."

His smile widened.

"And also because I want to be your friend, Miyako."

A funny sound came out the back of her throat. That clearly wasn't the answer she'd been expecting. There was a period of silence, then Miyako closed her eyes and sighed.

"You can be a real idiot sometimes, you know that, Suoh?"

Tamaki smiled, because he knew she didn't mean it to be hurtful. She could frown all she wanted, there was a warmth in her eyes.

The girl made a 'hm' sound, then glanced over his shoulder, noticing the ghosts for the first time.

"You probably haven't noticed," she told him as her gaze flicked back to him. "But you have a couple of stalkers."

Tamaki looked behind him, sending a smirk to the ghosts as he did so before turning back around.

"You mean Hoki, Elissa and Naru-chan?" he questioned casually. "They've been following me all day, actually."

Miyako nodded in understanding… and then it hit her.

"Wait," she shook her head a bit. "How did you know that?"

"I don't know. How did you know?" Tamaki countered with an odd look.

"What do you mean 'how'?" Miyako answered, making it clear she considered that a really stupid question. "I can see the-"

She stopped. Tamaki grinned.

"You-" Miyako was completely lost for words as the realization hit. "You- You can… how- SINCE WHEN?"

"I don't know how," Tamaki answered with a shrug. "It started after I woke up. I haven't told anyone yet besides you and Haruhi, and it's not just these three either. I'm seeing and hearing a lot of them now."

Tamaki looked again at the ghosts, studying them intently.

"They started out kind of fuzzy," He continued, not taking his eyes off the ghosts. "But now they're as clear as you and me."

Miyako gawked at him. She honestly looked rather stupid with her mouth hanging open like that. Finally, she regained her composure and closed it, but she still couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Tamaki's hand reached out to her and he gave a short laugh.

"Looks like we have something in common now, huh Miyako?"

Tamaki's smile invoked a dozen emotions in Miyako, most of which urged her to smack it off. Instead she simply shook her head in total disbelief.

"Unbelievable," she deadpanned. "Absolutely unbelievable."

Her feet started to move and Tamaki followed her. By now, the three ghosts had been able to process everything and to say they were happy would be a massive understatement.

"AH, KID!" Hoki cried, running alongside the two of them. "I knew you wouldn't really abandon us."

"It's like a miracle!" Elissa rejoiced.

"Unbelievable," Miyako repeated again, both due to Tamaki's reveal and the fact that it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. She could already sense some interesting times ahead, and Suoh would be part of them no matter what. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"Just wait until you guys are done with this school stuff," Hoki prattled on to the two mediums. "We'll have some real fun, I tell you. We're gonna paint this town red!"


A/N: Did you all seriously think I'd kill Tamaki? Really? XD

Okay! So this is the last chapter of Spirit Minded. The sequel will be out next week once I've updated some of my other stories I've been neglecting. Pretty much any question you have will be answered in the sequel and there are hints in this story to several big things that will eventually happen.

Also, PurpleFire40 on DeviantART has drawn an awesome picture of Miyako. The link can be found in my profile.

I hope to see you all then, and have a good day! I'm having a pretty good day considering it's my birthday and all. XD