THe death of a King
Disclaimer: Bisco Hatori owns Ouran.
Prologue
"Haruhi" a stranger's voice replied in the other side of the phone. The attractive petite, brown haired girl clutched her mobile phone harder.
"Who is this?" she asked staring at the clock beside her bed.
2:00 AM, Sunday. Winter.
"Ohtori Kyouya" he answered.
"Kyouya sempai" she said with a sigh. It wasn't a surprise he was still up at this hour. "What is it?"
"Where are you Haruhi?" he asked. The brown haired girl sat up, "My room, at home. Why?"
"Did I wake you up?" he asked again. Haruhi Fujioka groaned, what is up with Kyouya asking such silly questions at this unlikely hour?
"Yes, is there something wrong?" she asked her eyes getting heavy.
"Suou Tamaki is dead" he said directly.
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a/n: Hello everyone. This story came on impulse, so as soon as I touched my PC I went on writing it. Its been awhile since I last wrote about Ouran. This is like my 4th ouran fic (not so sure) but yeah I hope this is good. Thanks for reading.