-Skunia

-Day 42

-03:48

"What do you mean you can't get the files?" Kyouya's voice boomed throughout the facility, making those, even who had put on headphones to block out his constant arguing, flinch.

"I'm sorry, sir, " the woman's gaze hardened, " but I am not allowed to authorize such requests, especially someone of your rank and… breed." Her glossed lips curled up in disgust at the very moment she had seen Kyouya march through those big, glass doors.

Kyouya, and everyone else that was on the Special Force, had always gotten the same treatment when talking to most civilians. No matter how cliche it got, it seemed that any form of higher power was, and always have been, hated to the very core of others.

Kyouya sighed. "Is there not a way for me to obtain said files?" He tried once again in the sweetest voice that he could muster; which, is not as sweet as one would immediately think. She paused from fiddling with her computer and looked up the desk that separated the two.

"It's direct orders from the King, sir," her face stretched into a sickly sweet smile, while her lip gloss was most likely smearing onto her yellow tinted, straight teeth.

Deciding not to beat a dead horse, Kyouya simply bowed and walked away, not missing the woman's harsh remark she whispered under her breath. He let his head clear for the first few minutes of his walk back to Tamaki's home, to which he was forcibly dragged there along with Haruhi, Mori, and Huni. Yet, his head was filled to the brim with questions and would not be put down.

The files that he was trying to obtain were his very own, and he found it odd that they were off limits. Granted, only those with said family name can gain access to another's files, unless it was specially requested that one's files would not be shared by the owner, but to not have access while being the owner was simply unheard of (and Kyouya was sure he didn't even give himself access).

Kyouya had made it back to Tamaki's house in a relatively short time and reveled in what could lie behind the oak wood door. Usually, Tamaki would get everyone riled up with his ridiculous antics, and, no matter how much Kyouya would hide it, it always managed to make his eyes light up with glee. Yet, when he approached the door and knocked, it was extremely quiet. And, to Kyouya's surprise, it was neither Tamaki nor his other friends, but a short-haired female dressed in a floral patterned blouse and pleated skirt. Her hazel eyes widened in surprise, but then morphed into a look of worry as she called out in a shaky voice behind her. Tamaki appeared behind her looking worried, but not for Kyouya but for the woman. Kyouya pondered the thought that this might be his friend's romantic partner.

"Don't worry, Ryu; this is my friend, Ootori Kyouya," Tamaki pointed to Kyouya with much enthusiasm. He then turned to Kyouya, "Kyouya, this is Ryu. We bumped into each other on the street, and I accidently spilled some of her drink onto her clothes; so I brought her back here to let her clean up and Haruhi was kind enough to lend some clothes to her. Isn't Haruhi so nice? So giving to those in need! It makes Daddy proud." Tamaki went off on a Haruhi rant, and Kyouya swore he heard the faint yell of said girl yell, from somewhere in the house, "You're not my father, Senpai!"

Tamaki invited Kyouya in and suggest the two get to know each other.

"Oh," Ryu piped up, " I actually, not to be rude, but, was just about to head out. You see… I was on the way to see my, ah, sibling." Her voice held some sort of nervousness that, to Kyouya, felt forced.

Haruhi, who was now sitting on the couch, spoke, "You're not being rude at all. It's actually kind of our fault that we kept you here for so long."

"Yeah!" Huni exclaimed, "We could take you there as an apology." Mori nodded in agreement.

"Well then, "said Tamaki, "just give us the address and we'll take you."

Ryu's lips were tugged into a sad smile, "50 Degre Rd."

"Okay! Let me remember, "Tamaki scratched his head in thought, "Oh! That's where the… oh."

'That's where the cemetery is located,' Kyouya realized himself. He looked around and, to no surprise, everyone had a look of sorrow on their face.

"Do you mind telling us… when?" Someone had spoke up yet, somehow, no one remembers who.

"A very long time ago, it feels like," she replied.

A pregnant silence filled the room and everyone stayed the way they were for a while; heads bowed and all. Ryu's head bobbed up and, in turn, everyone else did the same. "Well, look at the time. I better be going," she turned to Haruhi, "I'll come back and return your clothes to you as soon as I possibly can."

Haruhi shook her head in protest, "You can keep them."

"You're very kind, Haruhi, " Ryu smiled. Her smile still in place, she glanced at everyone. And Kyouya swears that when her eyes landed on him, a look of malice replaced that false kindness that he believes, that he knows, is there. "It was very nice meeting you all."

And like the wind, she was gone.

A lot of dialogue with this one, but necessary. (sorry for a long wait, I just suck, don't I?)