Sadly, I do not own Ouran... *shakes fist a heavens* darn you, real owner of Ouran!
Chapter One: Tamaki
As the rain poured down, soaking my Ouran Academy uniform, a gun shot rang out across the courtyard. Suddenly, Haruhi darted out in front of me.
"NOOOOO," I exclaimed as she collapsed. I ran toward her limp form, fearing the worst. She was still bleeding, but the blood had blossomed out from the wound, staining her blue jacket where the blood touched it.
"Sen…pai…I got my…uniform…dirty…" she said, gasping for the breath that the bullet had stolen from her.
"Please, don't worry about that now Haruhi," I told her.
"But…" she began. I gently put a finger on her lips to silence her.
"I've always been hopelessly in love with you Haruhi," I confessed. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me weakly.
"I…love…you…too…Tama…ki…" she replied as the light faded from her eyes. I shook her violently, hoping that she was faking. When she didn't rouse I was grateful for the rain. No one could tell I was crying. The ambulance arrived 5 minutes later and Haruhi was pronounced dead on the scene. Hikaru and Kaoru came over and asked who was in the ambulance.
"It's…Haruhi…she…she's dead…" I told them. When they saw the look on my face and realized that I wasn't joking, they tried to pin me into a double hug, but I shrugged them off. The searing pain in my chest from the loss of my beloved was becoming too much to bear. I called a car to take me home before I could be ambushed by any other host club members.
"Driver, would you open my father's secret sake stash?" I asked reasonably.
"I cannot condone underage drinking, sir," he replied.
"You will do it or I'll sic Kyouya's police force on you," I threatened. I heard a swooshing noise and suddenly I was staring at twelve gleaming, unopened bottles of sake. I selected one and popped the cork on it. I took a drink and instantly felt the pain in my heart lessen a bit.
A few moments later
"If you like drinking daddy's secret sake! And getting caught in the rain!" I sang.
"Um…sir? We're at your house," the driver informed. I stumbled out of the car, sake bottle in hand, and went into my house. A group of maids were clustered just inside the entry way.
"I lohve yew ahll, Prinshesshesh," I slurred at them. They scurried away, probably to tell on me, so I walked into the living room. Suddenly, Kyouya leaped out from behind the sofa or something. Startled, I dropped my apparently empty sake bottle and a maid came out of nowhere, swept up the glass shards, and disappeared.
"Tamaki! I know that you are upset about Haruhi! We all are! Hear this now, drinking is not the answer! You idiot!" Kyouya yelled. I felt tears streaming down my face.
"You don't hava be sho mean Kyouya," I mumbled. He came over to me and enveloped me in his arms.
"I'm sorry Tamaki. You-you shouldn't worry me like this…" he apologized.
"Why do you care, Kyouya?" I asked.
"B-because…" he replied.
"Because why?" I inquired.