Disclaimer: I do not own any of Ouran so yeah…. But if I did… I don't know…id use the money to by everyone a plushie.

this story will have more tension and such, bit I promise you it will have its…cute moments lets say so enjoy!]

A BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE

Prologue

I was hot, running from the sirens, the barking dogs, leaping over dark water filled ravine, the thick mud splashing up against muddy walls as my foot slammed itself against its side, I landed off centered, causing my face to plant into the murky wet earth, I felt nothing for a moment but on the same extension of my brains spinning files, my legs began to push the ground beneath me as the noises grew closer, louder, threatening the once quiet and peace I had found in a pink stained ocean just hours before , holding a gun between my slippery fingers, It gave everything in my being not to drop it, to keep it within my hands my, my only source of protection. I wished for my home, my best friend, and the luxury of the third music room and its chaos which now seemed like simple issues, and it held the same tone and melody a played piece from a blonde hair boy I held to dear to me. I knew I would give out soon, I had nothing in my stomach in turn I praised and despised, I needed energy but not the risk of throwing it back up. My body ached for a rest, to stop to breathe; my heart clenching tightly, causing a horrific pain to shoot through my side as I had continue to push further. I could hear over my head the whooshing sound of helicopter blades as a large, bright light was fully in front of my path, highlighting the dead leaves that had stricken the soil.

"You're under arrest!" I heard a mega phone yell into the night sky, 'why must they state the obvious and why did they always assume I would come peacefully, how could I knowing what I had done, something no person should have to hold. The weapon within my hands once again shivered as my palm tried to release it, the shining spot-light hitting my face as my eyes caught a glimpse of dry splattered blood staining my white shirt, causing me to quake at the thought of my past actions.

I knew what I needed to do, but I knew it would be hard, something everyone would remember something all who were left would never be able to scratch and claw from distant memory.

Tamaki…

1

BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE

Waking Dawn

I sat up gently, stretching a bit before reaching for my thin framed glasses, resting on a night stand adjacent to a grey and dull lamp with etchings of ancient history concerning my heritage. The dark silk sheets that covered my legs felt like heaven to my warm skin. The sun was showing just slightly through the thin red curtains that hung loosely from their beams that were connected to the walls with shining bolts. I tried to recall the night before, I had a test further along in the hours of the day, I suppose, I remembered studying until the late night had rolled around, my math book falling to my face as my watch rung 12:00 am. The vent filled the air within my room with cold wind, my chest twitching from chill, so I decided to climb into bed covering my legs and bare chest to fall into a sleep. The number in which I sowed into the frame work of my skull all sticking like expensive glue.

I shook my head a bit, releasing the memory from the tight chains I had bound it to, I needed a shower, it was not cold when it came to seasons but my father seemed to love and freeze his family members. Perhaps making their blood as hard as his own. I stood from the comfort and warmth of my bedding and trotted slowly over to my dresser, staring into the small mirror that rested over it, I appeared to be very old even though I was only the age of 17.

Stretching once more, I grabbed a towel the hung on my desk chair and retreated to the shower, turning the water on and setting the shinning dial until it could go no farther towards the H symbol, I began to undress and wait for the water to heat, as my dearest friend seemed to creep into my head, his blonde hair, deep violet eyes, his scent of cinnamon and fresh canvas paint.

Steam started to rise from the tub as I stepped in, the water did burn my flesh for a moment until I adjusted and ignored it, allowing my sanity to think of something other than the stresses of a morning, then afternoon, then later on to my Host Club and position as Mommy dearest. I could hear my sister talking loudly into her cell phone in the room above me, laughing and giggling into the pink speaker, gave me yet another thing to disreguard. I sighed heavily, taking the bottle of shampoo and washed my hair and the rest of my body. I had placed my watch outside on the porcelain sink and I heard it began to beep, telling me the time had turned to 6:30am, taking another weighed breath I turned the water off and leaned my head against the tile wall, trying to release myself from the grip of haze.

My high school life was becoming harder each passing day, friends, teachers, homework, the need to be realized by my father, love interests, everything twisting and turning as I found attraction in places I should not. Love should not have been an interest at the very least it would ruin everything that already gave my grief during the day.

The endless snapshots that crowded my already filled head, giving me the migraine I had grown to thrive off.

I heard my cell phone ring from the other room, so it resulted in me leaving the privacy of my bathroom, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself, the cool air nipping at my skin as I reached for the phone as it vibrated franticly as though the person on the other end was as well.

"Hello?"

"Kyouya!"