Update for 9/06/07: For new or old readers, I have a sequel up called "The Death Order". If you want more Kyouya-centric ficcage, go read it. It's a continuation from this one. :)

Author's note: Hi all. I'm sorry I can't continue other stories yet, since the computer's busted and I didn't make backups. I thought this story would please some of you. :) I hope you enjoy!

The week before the incident began as many of my Sundays began. Precisely at noon I arose and made myself presentable for the daily brunch ritual my father insisted that my brothers and I attend in a mannerly fashion. That is, when Tamaki didn't interrupt early in the day before the designated meal with his helpless imagination as it sought out a medium to make them reality. Seeing as how the Suou empire still outranked the Ootori's, Father didn't mind time spent on the likeliest heir.

Both being fixed early risers and having eaten two hours prior, my brothers ate very small portions and chose to spend the majority of their time reading whatever piqued their interest, while father spoke to me about the trivial matter of who would do what when he would be succeeded. I coldly noted to myself that he would have an unsettling surprise when I finally admitted to having other investments, and that he could keep the family business he worked so hard to train me to support. Our plates emptied, and the meal was adjourned.

As I ascended the staircase towards my bedroom, my cellphone rang a well-known tune. I answered with a quick flick of my wrist, holding it a good half-metre away from my ear.

"KYOUYAHHHHHHH!!!" His voice called out estastically, 20 decibels too high, "I have the MOST fantastic idea!"

He did not pause for me to ask what had stimulated his energetic nature; he never did. Instead, as was his preference he rambled on in vehement enthusiasm about the greatness of what I expected to be a relatively mundane activity, but something that he hadn't yet had the pleasure to experience. I could only surmise that it had to do with a commoner sport of some sort. The moment he stopped to breathe, I found my opening.
"And what is the 'fantastic' commoner activity du jour? Rugby?"

"Non, NON, mon ami! That's too violent to be a gentlemen's sport!"
He actually paused as if waiting for me to guess again, but I didn't have the faintest idea what he had been rambling about the past ten minutes.
"Baseball, Kyouya. BASEBALL!!"

Thankfully, I hadn't made the mistake of placing the phone back on my ear for I knew he would commence his over-euphoric yelling anew. After another five minutes passed and he had calmed down to have a conversation at a normal speaking level, I wrestled an approximate date and location from him because I would arrange the event.

It was always like that. Tamaki was hopeless in follow-through.

Luckily we were in the midst of Tokyo's baseball season, so it was not difficult to arrange for tickets for the next baseball game in Meiji Jingu Stadium in downtown Tokyo. Tamaki of course had insisted that we seat ourselves in the far right field arena in a commoner's row. Trying to dissuade him because of how rowdy the crowd could get, he had brushed my warnings aside. Little matter, since I had also arranged that my security troupe be around if a situation developed beyond the control of Haninozuka and Morinozuka. Knowing that by the end of week Tamaki would convince our fellow Hosts that it was an outing not to miss, I had bought tickets for all members of the club, and created an ingeniously simple blackmail in case the Club President could not sway the 'Natural' type, who tended towards stubbornness.

In the meantime I busied myself with the usual dallies of the Host Club, keeping a tab of all workings of our clientele, which included all students within Ouran High School and their friends and family, naturally. Very preoccupied with this matter and club finances, I hardly had time to properly host. Attending all required formals and answering all letters of love with the words of an uninterested bachelor, I never did participate fully in the charade. Sitting down with a client to hold a discourse of genteel conversation was beyond my level of patience, especially with the flitty nature of the budding female youth. However, I had greater duties to attend to and subsequently our President was forced to long ago forgive me for my slight.

By the time the baseball game was to start in four hours, I was well-versed with the stadium's blue print and the types of people who would surround us in the stands.

The Ootori family security force had handled the small, but arduous task of flipping through a roster of 32,376 people who had prepaid tickets, and making certain that the dangerous cretins would not be in attendance. Haninozuka and Morinozuka were briefed separately of the possible troublemakers near us by the Head of Security, while I suggested to Tamaki that our club not attract attention by renting commoner brand cars and letting our drivers drive them, and that our club members wear appropriate clothing. Tamaki of course jumped on the 'appropriate clothing' part of my statement and harassed Haruhi mercilessly, while she did her best to set a stony expression. I adjusted my glasses pleased that everything was going as planned like clockwork, and though the Hitachiin brothers grinned impishly I felt secure that all known dangerous factors had been removed. After all, one could call the Twins harmful to one's health, but not destructive, if one were well-acquainted with them.

Thus we were set for an interesting turn of events which always occurred around Tamaki. However, I was unaware that I was to die exactly at 3:43 that afternoon.