Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran *Sniffles* But I can dream.

A single shot was heard throughout the mostly empty house. A woman ran through the silent halls towards the sound. She forced the door open to the young man's room.

There he was, laying in a pool of his own blood.

The youngest Ootori was dead.

No one said a word throughout the ceremony. It was all too, surprising, sudden.

Wrong.

That was the word everyone was looking for. This was wrong, a young man, dead long before his time.

Wrong.

It was wrong that they were here. None of them should have been here.

Wrong.

All of it.

"This is wrong." Kaoru said sadly as they watched their friend's casket being lowered into the ground. Hikaru didn't say a word. No one else did. It was all too much for them to take in. None of them had seen this coming.

Tamaki was silently beating himself up for not seeing this coming. He was Kyouya's best friend. He blamed himself

Haruhi held her tears in. Kyouya, for all his debt-giving tendencies, had been a precious sempai and friend.

The twins leaned on each other for support, tears on their faces. Kyouya had been a friend and the only one they knew not to tease.

Hunni was crying into Mori's jacket, Mori's hand was on top of Hunni's head, comforting him. Mori knew that this would change their lives in ways they couldn't perceive yet, his as well, he'd lost a friend.

Kyouya's sister, Fuyumi was crying when she hugged Tamaki, "You're his best friend." She whispered, "Find out the truth." Then she let go and went back to her husband.

'So Fuyumi thinks that this isn't suicide.' Tamaki thought, 'I wish I could believe her.'

Everyone at the funeral gave their condolences to the Ootori family, except Haruhi, she hung back and stood before Kyouya's grave. 'I'll bring flowers sometimes.' She thought, 'He would say their unnecessary and not to waste my money, but he'd still like them.' She almost smiled, thinking of Kyouya as he was, but knowing that she'd never seen that grin in the third music room again made the happy feelings disappear.

Hikaru and Kaoru came up and stood beside her, not touching her for once, just stood there in silence. Soon Mori and Hunni joined them, and finally Tamaki. Tamaki had a single deep purple rose, almost black, and he tossed it in the grave.

Wrong.

'Good-bye, Kyouya-sempai.' Haruhi thought, wiping away a single tear, and she turned around and left. Hikaru, Kaoru, Mori and Hunni followed after her, but Tamaki didn't move. He watched them pile dirt on his best friends' coffin.

'What does this mean Kyouya?' he asked silently, 'Why would you do something so. . . wrong as this? Why does your sister think you didn't kill yourself?' he looked back at the retreating figures of the rest of the Host Club, 'Why aren't they suspicious too? Am I alone in this? Why does this all feel so wrong?'

Fuyumi was suspicious of her youngest brothers' death. Kyouya would never do anything like this.

She knew that someone had killed her brother.

All she needed was the proof.

None of them had the heart to open the Host Club the next day. Tamaki didn't even bother showing up to school, and nothing seemed the same without Kyouya. Girls were in tears all day, and a few had to be excused due to excessive crying. Haruhi went home around lunch because she couldn't take people coming up to her anymore. She wanted to go home and sleep, to forget about this and maybe when she woke up, Kyouya would be in her kitchen, talking with her father, getting photos from her childhood. Or he'd be in the third music room, writing on a clipboard or typing on his laptop. Tamaki would call him mommy and he'd deny it. Things would be normal again.

She knew sleep wouldn't bring Kyouya back.

Nothing would be normal every again.

But sleep couldn't hurt.

Tamaki didn't leave his bed. He was playing the funeral in his head over and over again. He didn't talk to anyone either, the twins had called earlier but he hadn't answered. He was still puzzling over what Fuyumi had said. What did she think had happened? The door had been closed, the gun in his hand, no other fingerprints that shouldn't have been there. There was no way anyone had escaped, entered, or been in that room other than Kyouya. So what made Fuyumi suspicious?

No suside note.

Kyouya would never have done this at all. But if he had, he would have left a note giving a reasonable explanation of why he had done this.

Tamaki understood now.

Mori and Hunni didn't usually spend a lot of their free time together, but the loss of their friend brought them together.

"I don't know what to do now Takashi." Hunni said.

"Me either."

"What is the Host Club going to do now?"

"I don't know."

A phone rang. Hunni thought he had turned it off. It was a text message with two words on it.

"Takashi." He handed his cousin the phone, "I think we need to check Kyouya's phone. Call Tamaki, he should know about this too."

"Yes." Takashi was concerned now; this text message, from an unknown sender, was possibly threatening his cousin.

Six days.

Tamaki, Mori and Hunni waited outside the Ootori mansion to be shown in.

"This way." The butler said. As they followed him through the house, the butler didn't say anything until they got to Kyouya's room, "I hope you find something that the police didn't."

"So do we." Tamaki said, before going in.

The room was almost the same as if Kyouya was still living there, but the blood stain was still in the carpet.

"Where's Kyouya's phone?" Hunni asked, looking around the room.

Tamaki found it lying on the couch. He'd never looked through his friends' phone before and he was hesitant to do it now. 'It's for Kyouya.' So he scrolled through the text messages, and found texts counting down each day for a week up until Kyouya's death.

Now there was definatly something suspicous about Kyouya's death.

Hunni was the next target.

What was going on here?

Tamaki sat down on the couch, head in his hands, "What does this mean?"

"Someone is after the Host Club." Mori said.

"We don't know that." Hunni said, "It could just be Kyouya and I."

"Are we going to wait until it's too late to realize that the whole Host Club is in danger?" Tamaki said, "We have to suspect that everyone that Kyouya and Hunni know is in danger. That includes you Mori-sempai, especially you."

"We have to tell our parents." Hunni said.

"Yes, that's a good idea." A woman said. Fuyumi was standing in the doorway, clutching a picture frame, "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, but I stopped by to put this in here."

"Fuyumi-san." Tamaki said, getting up, "Why did you ask me to find out the truth."

"I've known Kyouya since he was born, he would never kill himself. And he. . . he told me about the text messages, but he assured me that they were nothing and I believed him. This isn't nothing you three. If Hanoinzuka-san is getting these too, then he's at risk. Don't make Kyouya's mistake, trust people to help you."

Tamaki took the photo from Fuyumi, it was Kyouya as a child, he was smiling and happy, "I've never seen this picture."

"He wouldn't have let you see it. This is how I like to remember him, happy. I miss him. I know you do too." She held out the picture to him, "I think you should have this."

"Thank you Fuyumi-san. I think we'll put this up in the third music room."

Fuyumi laughed, wiping away tears, "He would hate that."

"Yes, he would."

"Are you going to stay a little longer?"

"No, Fuyumi-san, we have to go." Hunni said, "I have to talk to my father."

She smiled, "Thank you both, for being Kyouya's friend. I'm sure nothing will happen to you."

They turned to Tamaki, "I'm staying for a little while longer." He told them, "See you tomorrow."

Haninozuka Yorihisa was concerned when his eldest son came to him about the text message. The correlation to the youngest Ootori's death was disturbing. He had a few contacts with people in phone companies; hopefully they could track the messages. If they couldn't, he didn't know what he could do to protect his sons' life. Ootori Kyouya had seemed perfectly safe, and yet he had been killed. Not to mention, not only was his son at risk, but they suspected that others were as well.

What did the killer want from a bunch of kids?

Why did his son have to be involved?

It must seem like I hate Kyouya or something, but I don't, he's one of my favorite characters. I had my reasons for killing him off. Please don't attack me and rip me limb from limb rabid Kyouya fangirls! I'm (mostly) innocent!

Please review and tell me what you think. This is an if-ish idea so I'd love to hear what you have to say!

~Cloudy