A regular host club session. The clink of tea cups hitting saucers.
All members stationed at their assigned seating arrangements, flattering their customers.
Distracted by their small talk, no one took note of the regular walking in- in an irregular manner.
Her walk was stiff, yet still unbalanced and her strait hair was purposely shielding as much face as it could.
Shoulders shifting uncomfortably, she kept her face downwards and started biting her french manicured nails.
If one looked closely, they would see a single forgotten droplet of crimson on her black shoe.
Silently she strode to Tamaki's busy table.
One by one, the girls' attention left the bubbly boy and centered curiously on the girl staring blankly at him.
Eventually his gaze also shifted.
"Are you in need of a favor, my fair maiden?"
Her caramel hair moved just enough to allow a single brown eye to bore into two blues.
"Can I talk to you alone for a second, Tamaki Senpai?" whispered an unexpectedly monotone voice.
He nodded, then alerted the other customers.
"For I will only leave you momentarily, my princesses."
Blushes lit up cheeks, lips flew up into joyful smiles.
The girl requesting Tamaki strode out of the room quickly, the boy following closely behind.
Once they were a safe distance from Host Club, she stopped in her tracks, but made no attempt to acknowledge the boy, or even face him.
Tamaki majestically made his way around the girl, then lifted her chin until their eyes meet.
"Darling, what must I do for you this fine evening?"
She only stared. Tamaki wouldn't normally find this too weird- but something was wrong.
His sparkling blue were meet by dull browns, emotionless pools of color.
Before he had time to think, she harshly pushed him against the soft pink wall to his right.
One hand pinned each shoulder.
"Excuse me, my princess, but-"
Before Tamaki could finish, the hands were suddenly wrapped around his neck.
Rounded nails pushed into the fragile, pale skin.
He tried to struggle away, and claw at the girl, but she had an iron grip and quick reflexes.
His movements slowed, and black dotted his vision.
Minutes seemed to pass as he grew weary.
Could I die here?
Before he completely blanked, through blurry vision he saw a dark figure strike the back of the girl's head.
She fell back onto the tile with a thud.
Exhausted, Tamaki fell to his knees, and found the savior's weapon had fallen into his line of sight.
A leather bound black book.
"Ky-Kyouya?"
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