The call came at 2:43 AM.
"She's dead," Tamaki choked, sobbing into the phone. "She's dead, Kyoya, Haruhi, my lovely Haruhi, she's gone, she's gone, oh my Haruhi-" His words dissolved into great heaving sobs, racked with anguish.
Kyoya closed his eyes, heartbreak running through him at all those words meant, everything that had now been lost to two of his oldest friends. For just one moment, he let himself feel it all, then pushed it aside. Tamaki needed him now. "Where are you?"
"I'm- I'm at the hotel." Tamaki's voice came through, muddied with confusion. "I was - going to meet Haruhi, our anniversary, but she wasn't here, she wasn't here, she was - she was gone, my Haruhi, my Haruhi was gone, Kyoya, she jumped and she's gone!"
"Tamaki." His voice sharpened to a razor blade, slicing through Tamaki's grief. "I need you to calm down. Breathe, like this." He takes a deep breath, then another. On the other side of the phone, he hears Tamaki follow suit. "Now stay there. I'll be there in twenty minutes." It wouldn't be legal, but Tamaki had always mattered more than that.
