She was too late. She couldn't stop him. She couldn't save him and now things would begin to unravel. She wasn't too worried about the seniors, or for the two in her class, but of the one second year. He had just had his best friend taken away, the one person that knew him the best.
There she stood, in that carriage at the end of the bridge, staring long past the time the red car had driven out of sight. She knew the others were trying to get her attention, all but one, who looked hurt and betrayed. She finally turned to them, face blank, and gazed at them.
Red, dirty blond, black, red, black, but no gold.
Gold, caramel, grey, gold, grey, yet no violet.
"I'm sorry. I was too late to stop him." She didn't even recognize her own voice, so blank, empty.
The others didn't meet her gaze, though she didn't care. She knew they blamed her. She blamed her, too. They also blamed him, blamed him for giving in so easily. For leaving their family. Leaving them without the light-hearted fool that they loved. She knew they would never truly forgive the blond haired, violet eyed, idiot.
"Let's go. We have to return to school and announce the closing of the Host Club." There it was the final day of the prestigious Ouran Host Club, the club that lasted only two years, yet left a lasting impression. "Mori-senpai, will you take the carriage?"
The tall, stoic senior let out a brief, "Aa," before the others went into the waiting limo.
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He couldn't believe it. After all that the idiot had made him go through, he just leaves? And now, he had to tell the entire upper-class that he, an Ootori, had failed at bringing someone in line. He unconsciously rubbed the place that, just the other day, had been slapped by the one person he wanted to respect him.
His gaze wandered to the other three teens in the limo with him. The girl's eyes were hollow, determined look, so familiar to them all, gone. Replaced with emptiness. The other two were already reverting to their old selves, their world closing off almost more than ever.
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They had finally gotten to the school, sitting in the Third Music Room for what might be the last time. He ran a hand through his orange hair, sighing. He had to ask "Kyouya-senpai, why did Tono leave? He didn't love her, so why? Why did he abandon us like this!?"
"His mother." They all turned to the door where the chairman of Ouran Academy stood, looking older than ever. "He was told he'd see his mother again."
He couldn't believe that and, obviously, his twin couldn't either. "You mean he left us because he wanted to see his mother!? I thought that no one knew where she was! Would she even appreciate that!?"
"No." This, Kaoru noted, came not from Suou-sama, but from the youngest Ootori. "She will be very disappointed in him."
"Correct." The dean turned to leave. "Oh, and Kyouya, you're father wishes to speak to you."
He, the youngest twin, was the only one to notice the Shadow King's eyes close for a fraction longer. He was the only one to notice Kyouya stiffen slightly, hands clenching. A moment later, a blank mask came on, his voice almost emotionless as he told the dean his thanks.
"I'll see you later." Those words, he felt, might just be the last genuine thing they heard from his lips.
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He was already in the room when his son walked in. He didn't acknowledge the teen's entrance until he had sat on the opposite couch. The head of the Ootori family stood, regarding his youngest son with cold, calculating eyes. "You are a disgrace, Kyouya. First you form that foolish club with that blasted Suou child. I told you to get close to him, not create unprofitable past times. Then you befriend a commoner, and now this. You failed at bringing the Suou heir back and, by trying and failing, you brought shame to the Ootori name."
Kyouya's fists clenched ever so slightly, almost not enough for Ootori Yoshio to see, but see he did. "And control your emotions, it's unsightly." He watched as the boy before him finally broke. He nearly had, two years previously, before the Suou brat came. Once that boy came, Kyouya had become stronger, more like a first born heir than a third son. Of course, now he had a reason to curse that mistake of a son that Suou had.
"And, Kyouya, I strongly suggest keeping ties with the Hitachiin, Morinozuka, and Haninozuka families."
A final, defeated sigh came from the youngest Ootori child. "Whatever you say, Father." Yoshio smirked. Perhaps, he thought, having his third son completely obedient now would have advantages. He nodded, dismissing his once unbroken son.
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I figured that the only thing that could break Kyouya would be Tamaki leaving followed directly by his father's strong insults and criticisms. I don't know if I want to continue this or not. Tell me if I should or not.