So this story is set in several different Alternate Universes so if one character dies and then that character is revived for the next chapter don't freak out.
Chapter 2- The one that had a plan
Tamaki had acted outrageously before. But he'd never been outraged. At least not this outraged. He was very very mad. He was screaming at everyone who came close but mostly... Mostly he saved his screaming for Mr. Ootori.
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET HIM DIE! YOUR WHOLE BUSINESS IS MEDICAL CENTERED WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE HIM!" He screamed hard until he was dragged away and locked up in his room. He started crying. He was angry at everyone but he knew he was most mad at himself. He had been there when it started. He had been there. He should have known something was wrong.
Kyoya had never been clumsy before. He hardly ever stumbled or tripped. Whenever he did Tamaki had always been there to pick him up. And if Tamaki fell Kyoya had always been there to begrudgingly pull him up and roll his eyes and call him an idiot or something like that. That was what Kyoya did. More often than not he picked up the pieces. He made Tamaki look good while cleaning up little messes that Tamaki made.
And then.
They'd been hanging out. Ordinary day. Homework and club plans. Tamaki wistfully thinking about Haruhi. He was always thinking about Haruhi. Secretly he knew Kyoya did too but he never told his friend he knew. Kyoya didn't like to admit that he liked girls ever. He was too cold and calculating. Tamaki didn't know how he felt about Kyoya having liked Haruhi. Tamaki felt he would have been okay with Kyoya ending up with her. But maybe he was too selfish for that. Selfish and angry. That's how he felt now. Refusing to admit that he was to blame for Kyoya's death. He'd been right there when Kyoya had fallen. Why hadn't he picked him up like he was supposed to? Friends are supposed to pick each other up, and Kyoya had been his best friend.
This is what happened:
They we're going to go downstairs, get something to eat and goof off. Tamaki said he would play the piano for Kyoya. Kyoya had always liked the sound though it was another one of those things that he never said out loud. Tamaki had made it downstairs and was waiting when Kyoya had slipped, just slipped and fell down the entire flight of stairs.
"Kyoya! Are you okay?" Tamaki helped his friend up.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Kyoya was holding his head. Why hadn't he pressed him further? Why hadn't he known something was wrong? Kyoya had hit his head too hard. He hadn't woken up the next morning. Tamaki screamed and blamed the rest of the world, but it was his fault. It was his fault. It was his fault.
They asked him to speak at the funeral, a solemn affair that was peppered with familiar faces all looking at him expectantly. Tamaki wanted to tell them how Kyoya had been his best friend, the first friend he made at Ouran. How Kyoya had always been there to make sure Tamaki didn't do anything too stupid. Tamaki wanted to tell them about how nice Kyoya could be. About how Kyoya always stood in the shadows and pulled strings letting him take the credit. Tamaki wanted to say all of this, but looking at the expectant faces, some of them in tears, he couldn't do it. One glance at Kyoya laying calm unsmiling in the coffin was all it took for him to break down.
"THIS IS ALL MY FAULT." Tamaki sobbed, running crying from the room. He couldn't take it. He c-couldn't. He ran and ran and kept running. In his head Kyoya was still alive, affectionately calling him idiot for running away like a blubbering mess. Tamaki managed a smile at that.
"Yeah. I guess I am an idiot Kyo."
No one knew why he talked to himself after that, but it made him better, so no one ever said anything. Bubbly Tamaki came back, but angry Tamaki still existed and sometimes he would scream and yell and cry into the pillow case at night because one day even the Kyoya in his head deserted him. That day Tamaki gave up on bubbly Tamaki. He gave up on the world ever being normal again.
Kyo was gone.
What is normal?
Its like a hodge podge of Tama being an idiot and being angry and sad and honestly I didn't know what to do. Tell me if I did a good job because I doubt I did.
