Author's note: This is my first time writing a murder mystery and I want to do it well. My updates may be slow so please be patient with me. Unfortunately I do not own Ouran Host Club because if I did Haruhi and Kyoya would be together.

Chapter one: Peaceful night

Kana Kawai had had a fight with her stepmother before coming to school that day. She wasn't planning on it, but she stayed after school for an extra three hours just so she wouldn't have to face the women. Anya Kawia was your typical evil stepmother, that's how Kana saw her anyway. To outsiders she was a doting wife and mother, determined to fill the void that had been left after the death of Lilly Kawai ten years earlier.

Kana's father adored her and was blinded by her beauty that he didn't see the horror that lay behind that porcelain perfection. Kana could see it straight away and Anya knew this, any hope of a bond forming between them was lost, but of course no one was to know this. The Kawai family was old and excelled at two things; weapons development and keeping up appearances.

Kana had become an expert at keeping secrets. She didn't say anything about the maid who stole from the kitchens, she didn't say anything about the love affair between one of her father's business associates and his brother's stepdaughter ( who was nearly half his age) and she most certainly didn't say anything about Anya's spending habits which she claimed where simple necessities, (how a week long trip to Los Vegas when her father was away could been considered a simple necessity Kana would never know). Anya would often joke about Kana's lack of intellectual brightness after a glass or two, Kana was by no means stupid but she was not a genius and some of the things she knew would shock her stepmother to the core, she just simply chose to keep them to herself. Kana had learnt from an old friend that one of the best ways to ensure you succeed was to find little tidbits of information about people who could stand in your way and keep them for the right time.

The two would often fight when her father was away, today's topic was the colour that Kana had decided to die her hair. Kana had inherited her father's ebony hair but she had long since envied her late mother's fiery auburn locks. So when asked what she wanted for her birthday, Kana simply replied by saying she wanted to die her hair. Her father saw no problem and booked her an appointment at one of the best salons in Japan, Anya on the other hand was less enthusiastic about her request. Kana believed that Lilly saw this as a symbol of rebellion against her and image she was trying to put out to the rest of the world. To the outside world Lily Kawai was the perfect mother (despite not being blood) and had filled the void left by Anya's death, but this request suggested otherwise. In Anya's eyes this was a sign that she had failed at being a mother, because if she had succeeded Kana would not feel the need to connect with her deceased mother by dying her hair. If there was one thing Lily Kawai hated it was failing. Knowing this was how Anya would think, Kana could not be more excited.

That day was a Monday and Kana was so happy to show off her new look. She received endless compliments and was constantly being asked where she had it done. Although she didn't plan on it Kana was glad she stayed after school, there was an algebra test at the end of the week and she was determined to pass (the fact she would be denying Lily the pleasure of making fun of her was an excellent motivator). It was only six thirty but the dark rain clouds made it seem later. Unlike most of her fellow students, Kana did not like to be driven from A to B all the time so as she made her off the school grounds she pulled her hood over her newly coloured hair. She was so focused on reciting the equation in her head that she didn't hear footsteps behind her.

There was no time for her to react when a hand covered her mouth and pulled her hood off. The last thing Kana felt was the cold blade of the knife as it sliced her thought open, spilling her blood on the academy steps. As Kana's body slumped to the ground, the knife dripping with her blood was wiped clean with her uniform leaving an angry stain. As the figure walked away, the violent red of Kana's blood blended with the fiery auburn of her hair, surrounding her head with a red halo.

Kana Kawai would never fight with her step mother again.

Kana Kawai would never keep another secret.

Kana Kawai was not going to be taking that test.

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If you asked Kyoya a year ago what his opinion was of the literary hero Cyrano, he would have said he was a fool. A year ago Kyoya would have argued that Cyrano was foolish to help another woo the love of his life without receiving anything for his efforts. He lost his true love to another, all because he valued her happiness above all. Kyoya found the whole thing to be quite ludicrous. However, that was a year ago, now Kyoya understood perfectly why Cyrano did what he did, believing himself to be unworthy of Roxane's love due to his unsightly nose, Cyrano couldn't resist the opportunity to speak his heart to the one he loved and if helping another win her heart would lead to her happiness, so be it. Where Kyoya once felt pity, he now felt understanding towards the hero, after all he had his own Roxane now whose happiness he to craved above all other things.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come over? It won't take long" Kyoya said as he attempted to sway the mind of his stubborn girlfriend.

"It's only rain I'll be fine." Haruhi insisted.

"It's no trouble." Kyoya assured her as he leaned back into his chair, focusing all his attention on her image on the computer screen. The two had been video chatting for over an hour when the first raindrops began to fall.

"Stop worrying." Haruhi said with a smile. Since they had got together at the first sign of rain Kyoya would be calling her or coming straight to her house to make sure she was alright.

"I'm your boyfriend, it's my job." He pointed out.

"I promise I'm okay. The news said it was just rain so no thunder." Haruhi assured him. Kyoya signed and shook his head.

"How are you doing with Cyrano?" Kyoya asked, changing the subject. It was obvious he wasn't going to get anywhere.

"I like it. It's kind of sad that she never really knew who she was in love with." Harhu said as she flicked through her copy of the play.

"She seemed to be quite certain she was in love Christian." Kyoya pointed out.

"What I mean is Roxane fell in love with the words she thought Christians had written for her, her head said she was in love with Christian because it was the logical explanation since she thought he wrote the letters. When in reality she was in love with Cyrano who was the real writer, she just didn't know until the end." Haruhi explained with a smile.

"I see your point. To be honest when we did that play last year I thought she was being naive and Cyrano was stupid." Kyoya explained.

"Let me guess, because what he was doing had no merit and of course the great shadow king wouldn't consider making the women he loved happy enough merit. Am I right?" Haruhi said with a cheeky smile.

"You would be correct." Kyoya returned her smile with one of his own. Gone were the days of smirks that hid his true feelings, now his smiles were genuine and he wasn't afraid to show emotion. "Of course now I understand where he was coming from."

"Oh really?" Haruhi giggled.

"Well I also have someone whose happiness I crave." Kyoya stared right at the screen and wished that she was really there with him so he could kiss her. Since they had become a couple Kyoya found himself addicted to Haruhi's lips. It took all his willpower to not kiss her senseless whenever he saw her. The rest of the club was aware of their relationship, however as the rest of the school believed Haruhi to be a boy they had to keep their affection for each other tamed, which was easier said than done.

"I really want to kiss you right now." Haruhi said in her unusual no nonsense kind of way.

"The feelings' mutual. I'll make it up to you when I pick you up tomorrow." Kyoya smiled. He looked at his watch and signed. "I had better go, I have a meeting to attend with father."

"He seems to be including you in a lot more stuff to do with the company. Could be a good sign." Haruhi pointed out.

"True, he has been listening to my ideas and taking them into consideration, but nothing is certain yet."

"He knows you're the best choice. Your brothers have nothing on you." Haruhi assured him with a bright smile that made Kyoya's heart melt.

"Not that you're bias or anything right?" Kyoya said with a chuckle.

"Not at all."

"Well I appreciate the statement anyway. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." Kyoya said before kissing his fingers and touching them against the image of her forehead. Haruhi did the same and smiled.

"You're welcome. I love you too. Goodnight my beloved Cyrano." Haruhi giggled as she blew him a kiss.

"Sweet dreams my fair Roxane." Kyoya said before logging off.

He signed and turned his chair so his back was facing the desk.

"Well it's official. I've got it bad." He said to himself before getting changed for his meeting.

Author's note: I just love the story Cyrano. I had finished reading it today and I couldn't resist bringing it up. With anyone has any questions just let me know. Hopefully I should be able to update soon. I would also just like to say that this follows my last story Five things Haruhi never knew about Kyoya, I would suggest reading that because there will be references to the events from that story in this one.