Disclaimer:: I don't own anything except this story of mine. Ouran High School Host Club, as we all know, rightfully belongs to Bisco Hatori. Also, Je N'ai Pas de Mots rightfully belongs to Vic Mignogna; I'm merely borrowing its title and a couple of lines from the song.

Hey, guys! So now I finally am able to write this story. (-: It's inspired by Vic Mignogna's song; I hope everything will turn out fine!

-Prologue-

The day is coming to a close, and everybody are preparing to take their leave. We're all packing up our things, tidying up the room and bidding each other 'good bye'.

And, as usual, the twins and Tamaki-senpai are having an 'argument'.

"Hey, Haruhi," Hikaru begins, resting his right arm on my left shoulder; his warm breath making me shudder inwardly.

"Guess what?" Kaoru continues, copying his brothers actions. They both smile smugly at our blonde senior, enjoying his infuriated expression.

I sigh, closing my eyes as I respond, "What?"

"We want you to come with us so we can finish our homework together," they say simultaneously. I twitch, knowing all-too-well what's to come next. "Since we are in the same class, it's only. . .natural for us to—"

"I WILL NOT ALLOW MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO HANG OUT WITH YOU LITTLE DEVILS!" The twins are cut off by Senpai's sudden outburst. Great; another drama's about to start.

"Oh?" They raise an amused eyebrow, smirking as Tamaki-senpai's face changes in different shades of red. "And why is that, Tono?"

"Because!" he begins, but is cut off by another voice in the room, "Shouldn't you guys be heading home by now?"

We turn around to see Kyoya-senpai packing his belongings in his school bag. Hani-senpai and Mori-senpai had already gone home, saying that they are expected to be there early.

Kyoya-senpai pushes his glasses to the bridge of his nose, glancing at us over his shoulder. "Well? Unless you want to be locked inside. . ."

Hikaru and Kaoru exchanges looks before shrugging, and taking their bags which are lying atop of the furnished table. They wave at us—or me, to be precise, since their golden orbs are on my figure—as they make their way out of the room. "See you tomorrow, Haruhi!" with a sly grin surfacing their delicate features, they disappear out of our sight.

We stand there for a few minutes until the sound of someone clearing their throat catches our attention. Glancing back, I see Kyoya-senpai leaning casually on the table; bag and laptop securely at hand.

"Is there anything else you need to do here before you go?" he asks, gaze flicking toward me and Tamaki-senpai.

I know Tamaki-senpai is shaking his head 'no' from the corner of my eye; his golden locks swaying as he do so.

Almost hesitantly, he approaches the small Victorian couch to get his bag, and turn on his heel to leave. "Bye, Kyoya, Haruhi," he smiles, opening the door and closing it behind him.

I sigh for the umpteenth time of the day, nearing Senpai as my bag is also located at that same table. I grab it without a word, failing to notice Senpai's retreating footsteps. The last thing I hear is "Good bye, Haruhi" from Kyoya-senpai as he exits the club room.

The sun is already setting, casting orange and red and yellow rays inside the darkening room. The shadows of every object inside are stretching as though growing higher as time passes by.

Without wasting any more valuable time, I slip the bag's strap on my shoulder; a piece of white paper falling to the ground. Puzzled yet curious, I bend down to pick it up and see if it's anyone's. The neat cursive writing and its contents makes my eyebrow shoot up. What is this?

'Nothing seems to say the way you move me; rushing through me.

Je n'ai pas de mots.'

Who. . .can this be?