I'm back again - the summer holidays are giving me a lot of free time to write in :) As you will notice when you read this chapter - it is from 2 points of view. Enjoy [hopefully] :)

"Ooft!"

I had been walking to the supermarket, when suddenly this... wall bumped into me. I looked up, straight into the eyes of the wall. Wait - eyes in a wall? And was that hair? As my vision began to focus, I noticed two beautiful people stood before me. The fist towered over me at a height of 6 foot 2 inches. He had black hair in a styled mess on top of his head, and dark brown eyes. Next to him, was a slightly shorter person - they stood at around 5 foot 6 inches, with dark blonde hair and big hazel eyes. They both looked familiar, but where had I seen these men before. Realization soon dawned on me...

"Mori? Hunny? Is that you?" I asked uncertainly.

"Haruhi!" Hunny exclaimed. "So this is where you've been hiding these last 5 years."

"It's good to see you again," Mori stated.

As is always the case, we started with a catch-up session. I was amazed. They had changed so much! Hunny had finally matured, and Mori had come out of his shell and was laughing, joking and telling stories with us. Time passed quickly as we talked away in the middle of the street. After a while, I decided to look at my watch, and check how much time I had left before I needed to be home.

"Shoot! I need to get h-" I was cut off as I turned around.

Kai was walking up to me, a slightly frightening expression on his face. As soon as he noticed Hunny and Mori, his mood changed completely to a fake happy one.

He stopped by my side, grabbing my hand and giving me a kiss on the cheek. To any passer by the gesture would be sweet, but to me... not so much. His grip was far too tight, and as he kissed my cheek he whispered three words in my ear.

"You are dead."

I knew this was coming; it was dumb of me to stop to talk to my old friends, but I couldn't help myself - it had been 5 years since I had seen them last. Kai started to pull on my hand, pushing me into saying a rushed goodbye before nearly running back to our house to prepare for my 'lesson'.

My body quivered as I sat bolt upright on the hard, wooden chair in the basement. The single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling swung slightly as Kai slammed the front door and stormed menacingly into the room, metal bar in hand.

Mum, Dad, if you're listening, please help. Save me from this cruel world, and take me somewhere better.

I closed my eyes, waiting for it all to be over. He swung the bar at my face repeatedly while shouting and screaming at me.

"You idiot! Why were you talking to them? It's not like they wanted to be seen with you! Insolent woman!"

"Kyoya, we found Haruhi! We're in England, come join us so we can all be together like we used to be!" I heard Hunny suggest cheerfully down the phone. I finished the call, before letting the words sink in.

Five years ago, Haruhi left without a word after I told her about Ranka's death. She had hidden herself so well that even the Ootori private police could not find her, so it's a miracle that Hunny and Mori have found her.

After she left, nothing was the same. The whole atmosphere of the host club had turned dark - we were still entertaining the ladies, but we didn't put as much effort into it; we didn't have an interest in hosting any more. Tamaki spent most of his time growing mushrooms in corners that appeared out of nowhere. Mori was even more drawn in (if that is possible) and Hunny stopped eating so much cake. The twins returned to their shell, and would only talk when they were requested at the club. We carried on the Host club until Tamaki and I left Ouran, but the club ended there.

Hunny joined forces with Mori and they started their own chain of worldwide dojos once the former had matured, which were regularly visited by the cousins. The twins retreated into a mansion of their own and started their own fashion line, but were rarely seen in public. Tamaki stood up to his grandmother, and became the heir to his family while also being able to visit his mother in France.

That left me - Kyoya Ootori. I finally managed to become the heir to my father; my grades surpassed those of my brothers', and my business skills exceeded those of my siblings, allowing me to be the heir, with only one condition:

Marry Renge Houshakuji.

Shortly after the wedding my father passed away in a car crash, leaving my with an overbearing wife and a newly obtained web of connections and business.

These days, I have barely a minute to myself, but those two sentences from the phone call have been enough to make me take a break.

"Tamaki, stop growing mushrooms in my closet and get over here."

"But mummy..."

"Haruhi has been found."

He turned around slowly, the mushrooms fading into thin air and his eyes growing bigger. Ever since Haruhi left, the only one to never restore a normal life was Tamaki. He made appearances when needed, and did what needed to be done, but his free time was spent poking mushrooms in closets while thinking of Haruhi. He finally realized that he loved her, but lost his chance to tell her. Tamaki stayed faithful though, and has never looked at another women - he refused to marry a woman picked out by his father, and is totally devoted to the one girl that changed the lives of all 6 host club members.

"Really?"

I nodded, a smile quirking the corners of my lips upwards. It was good to see my friend come alive again after seeing him as an empty shell for all these years. Now, all that was needed to be done is to convince the Hitachiin twins of Haruhi's whereabouts.

I don't know about anyone else, but for the whole second part of that I could just hear Kyoya saying it :L

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