A/N: Does anyone know what PWP means? I've seen it on summaries, and I've no clue...I didn't wanna ask cause I thought it would make me look like an idiot...


Chapter Three

Minako glared the two sitting across from her into submission over the rim of her tea cup. The two blonds shrank into their seats, looking for all the world like kicked puppies. She smirked and sipped at her jasmine tea, wrinkling her nose slightly at the taste. Raising a hand, she signaled a passing waitress.

"Tokyo Tea, if it's not too much trouble."

The waitress cocked her head in confusion. "I'm afraid we don't serve that, ma'am…but we do have a wide range of other teas…"

Minako sighed. "Just…get me something stronger. Vodka, perhaps? Whiskey? Anything alcoholic would be very much appreciated."

"I'll…see what I can do…"

"I don't think you should be drinking so early in the day, Koko-chan," Emiko said softly from her seat next to Tamaki. "It's bad for your health."

"Since when is my health any of your business, Emiko?" she growled.

Tears sprang into the blond girl's eyes and Minako had to fight against the sudden urge to roll her eyes. She couldn't stand Emiko crying—a fact that had annoyed her all her life. She was not soft, dammit. She sighed. "That was uncalled for. I'll be better once that waitress brings my drink."

"Ano…why am I here?" Both girls turned to stare at Tamaki, who, until then, had been forgotten. "You ladies should enjoy each other's company and catch up on old times…on joyful childhoods and friendships!" He stood. "If you'll excuse me…"

"Sit. Down."

"…Hai."

A bottle and a glass were plunked down on the table in front of her and Minako smiled brightly up at the waitress. "Thank you." It was sake, something she wasn't entirely used to, but it would do. She poured herself a glass and downed its contents before turning to smile at the other two.

"Well, let's get right down to it," she said, her tone much more cheerful than it had been before. Tamaki and Emiko sweatdropped as they took in the change in her. She was like a caffeine junkie in a Starbucks. (I heart coffe!) "Emiko, this is Tamaki Suoh—an acquaintance of my boss…Tamaki, this is Emiko, a…friend of mine." Minako made a face as she spoke the last part, as if admitting she had a friend caused her physical pain.

Both blonds stared at each other, unsure. Both spoke at the same time.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance…"

"Charmed, I'm sure…"

Minako nodded to herself as she stood, taking the bottle of sake with her as she left the café unnoticed by either, pausing only to tell the waitress that the 'over-dramatic blonds' would pay for her tab. A black limo pulled in and she slipped inside without waiting for the driver to open up her door. She spared the café one last look before the car merged into the heavy traffic.

She really wished them luck.


It was Tamaki who noticed her absence first. He looked up from a passionate conversation about commoner shops to find the chair across from them empty and the sake gone. "Are? She's gone?"

Emiko looked up, her blond locks swishing sharply and almost smacking Tamaki in the face. "Ehh? She promised to take a picture with me! How mean! She didn't even say goodbye!"

"Do not fear, princess…with me by your side, you will never be lonely…"

Raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow, Emiko stared at the princely host. "Did you just…call me princess?"

Tamaki blinked. "Of course I did, Princess Emiko. Such ravishing beauty can only belong to a princess…or a goddess."

And that was when Emiko lost it completely. "Pfffft! Ahahahahahahaha!" Tears rolled down her eyes as she clutched at her stomach. "P-princess? Hahaha! G-goddess? Hah! You must have—pant—had some of M-Minako's –pant—sake!"

Tamaki stared at her in wonder as she shook with laughter. Her eyes were shut tight, her lashes fanning out across her cheeks as tears rolled down in twin streaks. She was flushed, her breath coming out in sharp pants as she fought to regain composure. It was then that he realized how much she resembled Haruhi—not just in looks, but in character. For one, he mused, she's not melting into her chair…she's laughing…


"Waaaa! I came out so silly!"

"No, no! Emiko-chan came out beautifully!"

Emiko blushed and looked away at the street. A rehearsed compliment from a high-schooler and she's blushing? Sigh, I guess it's been a while, she thought, letting her eyes wander over him as they walked side-by-side down the busy street.

It was late afternoon and the sun was on the fringe of disappearing, it's last rays shooting out weakly across the sky. Couples, young and old, walked hand-in-hand all around them, laughing and loving. Suddenly, Emiko felt lonely.

She'd thought she was okay. She'd honestly thought she'd gotten over her ex-boyfriend. But now, getting a good look at what she was missing out on—at what she had been deprived of…she knew she wasn't okay.

What made it worse was that he was just peachy. He'd walked away from her with a smile on his face. He'd told her she was a waste of his time…that she wasn't worth the trouble. Then he'd moved out with her next-door-neighbor, a twenty-seven year old bimbo who'd dyed her hair a ridiculous shade of bubble-gum pink.

Humiliating, right?

She'd spent that night bawling on Minako's lap and devouring butter pecan ice cream by the carton. She'd missed work and her boss (a bitchy old hag) had cheerfully fired her. She'd lost her bus faire and was forced to walk home in high heels and panty hose. She'd tripped and gotten sprayed by a passing car. She'd gotten home soaked, sick, and half-limping from painful blisters.

It was then that Minako, like an angel sent from above, had called her and told her she knew someone who was hiring.

"Watch out!"

Emiko snapped out of her thoughts and looked up in time to catch the panicked eyes of a speeding cyclist…she had less than a second of mixed horror and shock, and then she was being crushed against a warm male chest, arms wrapping her tight in a protective embrace. She could feel Tamaki's heartbeat and her eyes grew wide.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," the cyclist, who was now in full control of his bike, said. Tamaki released her and she felt the urge to burrow against him. She squashed it…barely, and looked up at the young man who was almost pleading with her to forgive him.

"It's alright!" she exclaimed with a smile. "You didn't hurt me at all…just be careful, okay?" He nodded shyly and pedaled off, shooting a last glance at her. She felt a hand gently ruffling her hair and she looked up at Tamaki, who was looking at her with an unreadable expression.

Then his hand dropped and the moment was gone.

A faraway church bell chimed eight times, signaling it was eight o'clock…and Emiko gasped dramatically as she began to flail around, trying unsuccessfully to hail down a taxi. "Emiko-chan?"

"I'm sorry, Tamaki, but I can't be late to work!" She shouldered her purse and took off down the sidewalk at a full sprint, her wedge heels wacking against the concrete, her long blond hair trailing behind her like a cape.

Tamaki watched her leave, his head cocked in confusion. She was like a mini-hurricane of emotion and laughter, bringing joy to those around her instead of destruction. He grinned. She was the complete opposite of Minako.

…But, what kind of job starts at night?


A/N: Ookay, another chapter...whew! Also...I'm a total TamakiXHaruhi fan...just wanted to make it clear since I want to K-I-L-L Emiko for getting between them even if it is for a picture a damn walk down the street. He belongs to Haruhi, dammit. But...I created Emiko, so I can't kill her. Sigh.

Also, Tokyo Tea is an alcoholic drink. Apparently.