Title: The Misfortunes of Life
Rating: K+
Author: Me, of course
Dedicated: you guys…who else?
Pairing: You choose (Kyoya and Tamaki are tied for the role…)
Summary: Dark clouds stormed over the host club. There was a light drizzle as they stood in the rain. "Haruhi…." She had died, leaving them depressed and shocked. But, life isn't always logical, or believable. She hadn't died. She had simply been taken. Venture through as she finds out how much she really meant to them. Will she ever realize how much she meant to them? This is not a DEATHFIC, I promise. Haruhix?
Timeline: It is April of Haruhi's second year (I put it like a Japanese school, where the school year end in Feb. and the new school year starts in Mar.) Hikaru and Kaoru are in the same class. Therefore, Tamaki and Kyoya are in their third year, and Honey and Mori are in their first year at Ouran University. They frequently visit.
Rambling:
Chapter twooooooooo! Boo yaa! Anyway, I left you guys at a big cliffhanger didn't I? did she die? Or not die? Well, either way, she'll come back at the end…eventually (insert evil laugh here). Okay, after this, I'm going to go work on The Choice. I haven't updated that in over a month! And then I'll update What Haruhi Wants and then Surprise!. Wow…I got a lot to do..

You can choose what pairing you want by either PMs or reviews.

Anyway, voting results for pairing (so far):

Tamaki (2 votes) – 40%
Kyoya (2 votes) – 40%
Mori (1 vote) – 20%
Hikaru (0 votes) – 0%
Kaoru (0 votes) – 0%
Honey (0 votes) – 0%

And, I'd like to thank the following for reviewing:

LostInASeaOfGarnetandAmethyst
Mizuno Akamaya
Sapphy Mizuiro
woodspritethatconqueredpeople
Saya Kurobara

Gomen if I missed anyone!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran

Last time:

My eyelids become heavy and I close my eyes.

I feel something hit my face, crushing the bones and eating away the flesh. It's so painful….

Everything turned black.

A few seconds later, a crash was heard, along with the diminish of a small brown-haired petite commoner girl.


Chapter 2: Truth and Loss

Police swarmed the area like bees swarming a honey comb. The usual yellow 'caution: do not enter' band was put up around the area. People and reporters immediately came to watch, as if it was a very top-class horror movie that came out a month early.

"Hey, look at that girl! She got crushed to bones!"

"Poor girl, I feel bad for her family"

"Wait, isn't that an Ouran uniform? Then why was she in this neighborhood? Anyway, I feel sorry for her."

"Look at her face! She's probably dead by now!"

"Ooooh…that's terrible…!"

"I wouldn't want to be in that situation. This is horrible!"

"What would an Ouran student be doing here? I feel bad for her….Anyway, this is pretty bad…"

And on it went.

Of course, no one really meant it, the "I feel sorry's". The drunk driver that had been in the car had a few scratches from the fallen pieces of glass, but it wasn't that serious. He was unconscious though.

But most police worried about the girl in the Ouran uniform. Because she was injured badly. But mostly because she went to Ouran, which meant she was rich, who meant that if she was hurt, her family could sue them for not catching the drunk driver early enough.

The girl's soft skin had been scratched and blood had dried on her cheek. Her left cheek was completely damaged and crushed, nothing but blood pouring out of the demented hole. Her hands were twisted, and they were purple from the lack of blood running to them. Tears from her eyes (which were swollen shut) had joined the crusty mixture of blood. But most of all, her brain had been damaged severely. She was as white as a piece of paper, and was freezing cold.

This only meant on thing.

The girl was dead. Fujioka Haruhi was dead.


A call reached Ranka Fujioka's cell phone, who was currently on his way home from work. It was almost 11 pm, and he was expecting his daughter to be there, cooking and greeting him with a warm smile. His hair flowed behind him as if he was a model as he skipped through the streets. He looked like a model, and most people mistook him as a girl at first sight. Duh. He was a cross-dresser, so that was the point.

He looked at the small but readable screen and saw there was no caller I.D. He shrugged and flipped the phone open with a flick of his finger.

"Hello?" he said in his usual cheerfulness.

"Is this Fujioka Ryoji?" asked someone who had a business-like tone.

"Yep. But do call me Ranka. I prefer that name over Ryoji. Who are you anyway?" wow, what a rude person.

Unknown to Ranka, the person's stomach clenched tighter. How was he going to tell the gay guy on the other end that his daughter was…dare her say it…dead.

"Ranka-san, this is officer Kyo from the Ootori hospital. I believe I have some terrible new for you…" he started.

Ranka suddenly froze. hospital? What happened? Was one of his friends in an accident or something? No…if there had been an accident, the family of the person would be notified first…so that meant….Haruhi? he gulped. "Y-yes, what is it?"

"I'm terribly sorry to tell you that your daughter, Fujioka Haruhi, was in a very severe car accident…"

Ranka dropped the phone. It hit the ground with a 'clank' and he froze with terror. No…no! This can't be happening! No! not my precious only daughter! He tried to stifle his sobs and ran. He sprinted faster than he could than he could ever have done in his entire life. (a/n, I actually feel sorry for the poor guy…seriously)


It was a quite a feat to run two miles to the Ootori hospital in less than seven minutes, but Ranka didn't care. Who would in this situation? Please Haruhi, wait for Otou-san! I'm coming…please, just be okay! He silently pleaded in his mind. Kotoko, please pray for her!

On the way, more than once he had to stop and wipe his tears. After five minutes, he finally decided to stop crying since she would be okay…right? He reached the entrance, were policemen and doctors were buzzing about. There was an ambulance off to the side, and the doors were open. No one even bothered to close them. Who would in an emergency anyway?

The man went up to one of the nearest people that were dressed in a white coat and tapped him on the shoulder. The doctor turned around only to meet with large eyes that were glistening with tears.

"May I help you?"

"M-my daughter…! S-she was in a c-car accident a-and I-I was t-told she was here! I-I need to s-see her!" Ranka tried his best to avoid stuttering but it was to no avail.

"Ma'am," Ranka was used to be called 'ma'am'. "there was an ambulance that had arrived about a few hours ago carrying a young girl. I presume she's your daughter. She had been taken to the ICU, but now currently is in one of the rooms. Room 103, just right down the hall." The man didn't have the guts to say she had been pronounced dead on arrival, which was why she had been taken out of the ICU as soon as she had been taken in. how could he tell the woman (man) when she (he) was already crying her heart out? No doubt the cries would increase tenfold if he had told her she was…gone. Never coming back.

Ranka dashed down the hall, ignoring the ridiculous stared he got from people and barged into room 103, without even knocking. There, he saw his precious daughter sprawled onto the bed, crippled and damaged. Goosebumps started to crawl up him when he looked down at her. Her eyes were red and crusted. Her face was pallid and wrinkled, not to mention the gigantic cut.

Why…why is she here? She's hurt so bad! Aren't the doctors supposed to be doing SOMETHING? Ranka sprinted to the bed and teared up at the sight of the greatly damaged face. "Haruhi…are you okay…?" he took her hand in his and gasped. It was as cold as sleet, hard as a rock. He could feel no 'THUMP THUMP THUMP' from blood flowing through her veins like he expected to when he picked her hand up. What happened? Haruhi's and is warm and soft, not like this….! And why aren't doctors here, and why/?

His eyes caught the machine next to her, which had a straight line going "beeeeeeep". Now, Ranka wasn't stupid. He at least knew that on this machine that tracked a person's heart rate was supposed to have jagged lines and "beep beep beep" sounds. But…this was a straight line with one ongoing beep. Ranka stepped back as realization hit him like a ton of bricks. This…was the last thing he had expected that day.

"No…no…." he knew he was just trying to run away from the truth. The truth was right there. Everything clicked in place: Why Haruhi's hand was so cold, why the doctor had looked so worried when he had told him, why no doctors were there trying to get her to gain consciousness…it was because it wasn't possible. His mind whirled in different directions and he turned back to Haruhi. He shook her shoulders. "No…this can't be…!"

"HARUHI! OTOU-SAN IS HERE! PLEASE, WAKE UP! PLEASE!" no, he knew this wasn't going to work, but his mind had reached point of insanity that this was the only thing to help him. He broke into sobs that echoed in the dark room. "Haruhi….(sob)….please..!" he cried. "I lost Kotoko, not you too!" how was he going to live?

He shook his head in disbelief, and he could feel tears springing his face. They tasted bitter against his lips. His lipstick had also been washed away due to the flowing tears.

"I'm sorry," Ranka breathed his face turning white. Anyone could see another tear roll down his cheeks. "I couldn't save you…"

And with that, his grip on Haruhi's hands slowly lessened, and then it fell down with a thud on the bed as the beeping of her lifeline slowed down to nothing… the man could feel his body shaking as his tears started to flow helplessly. His hands shook as he grasped his daughter's body tight—her cold body contrasting against his.

A few doctors watched the scene from door. They had been through things like this many times, such a tragedy. But each of them couldn't help but let a tear run down their aces for the poor man/woman.

His one and only daughter had died? How could she just be going to school saying "See you tonight" and come back later ending up dead? Ranka clenched his fists tightly. His knuckles turned white. He was going to KILL whoever did this. He would hunt him down and kick his butt to the next solar system. But it could never make him feel better. Ever.

How was he going to live without her? How was he supposed to survive? And what about her dear handsome (one idiotic) friends..? what were they going to do?

It was his fault. That's what he thought. It was his fault she ended up dead. And she died only because he wasn't there, instead working at a gay-bar dancing away while his Haruhi was getting crushed. At least he could've allowed the twins or Kyoya to drop her off every day. But nooooo he believed Haruhi could do it on her own. And boy was he wrong. He could've gotten day job instead of a night job so he could be there with Haruhi. What if she hadn't gone to school that day? She was a bit tired in the morning, but she insisted she could go. And now look what happened. He blamed this incident on himself.

Blaming wasn't going to help. Neither were "I Could've" or "What If". Because what happened had happened. And nothing was going to change that. He didn't have supernatural powers to wind back time or bring the dead to life. If he did, then Kotoko would be alive too.

"Fujioka Haruhi, age sixteen, time of death: six ten pm." A monotone voice spoke from the doorway. Ranka turned to see a doctor holding a clipboard. His pen was weaving back on forth, perfectly perfect in every stroke. His eyes showed nothing but regret and apology. The doctor looked a bit like someone he knew. A bit like Kyoya. Maybe he was his brother? Dismissing the thought, he ignored him and turned back to his dead daughter.

He was never going to see her smiling at him again, never going to see her with her big brown eyes, never going to see her with her kindness again.

Haruhi had been so innocent. The girl was independent since the age of five, she got perfect A's, was the only scholarship in Ouran and was always king to others. What had she done wrong for her to go? And she had been so young.

Now she is never going to graduate.

She is never going to go to college.

She is never going to become a lawyer.

She is never going to get married.

She is never going to have children.

She is never going to have her own law firm.

She is never going to come back.

He never got to say good-bye. And she left him without any parting words.


News like this usually doesn't reach television or newspapers, especially if you live near Ouran. And people get into accidents often, so it's nothing big. But it was big if someone died. But Ranka told the reporters to back off his dead daughter, so it didn't reach any of the TV stations.

And the chairman was notified yet either, so of course the students didn't know about their favorite commoner. Ranka was to busy sobbing and crying for him to bother even calling the chairman. He was too upset to call and notifiy even anyone.


Tip tap noises could be heard if anyone dared to step near Kyoya's room. They were non-stop, and could go on for hours on end. Needless to say, Kyoya's best friend was his wonderful pineapple computer. He was currently working on a project his father had given him.

Ring Ring.

He reluctantly pulled his right away from the keyboard and flipped open his cell phone with a slender finger and put it to his ear. He continued typing with his left hand.

"Kyoya Ootori speaking." He said in his usual business-like tone.

"Kyoya-sama, I have just called to inform you that another patient had arrived in the hospital. I was told that you know this girl who attends Ouran. She was pronounced dead on arrival."

Kyoya groaned inwardly. He knew every girl at Ouran. Anyway, dead or not, that girl's family better pay up for the expenses at the hospital sooner or later. The guilt and sorrow he should've felt passed over his head like air.

"Mhmm…anything else?"

"No that is all. Thank you for your time, Kyoya-sama." And with that, the other line went dead and the shadow king continued on with his work.

So…Kyoya had received a call last night saying another patient, that was dead on arrival, was at the Ootori hospital. Kyoya had just assumed it was probably some brainless girl who had died due to deprivation of shojo manga or something. So he didn't ask for a name.

Little did he know he made a HUGE mistake. Good going Kyoya!


The next day, Haruhi didn't show up. Everyone was surprised, even the teachers as they knew Haruhi never missed class, and if she did have to miss a class, they would be informed. They asked the chairman who in turn was surprised and had no clue what had happened to her.

"Where's Haruhi-kun? I don't see him here today..."

"Really? Because Haruhi-kun is always here!"

"Where's Fujioka Haruhi?"

"Kaoru, where in the world is Haruhi? She's not here today!"

"I can see that Hikaru. But don't panic, I am sure she'll show up..."

"But what if something bad happened? I mean, Haruhi never misses glass!"

"Stop ranting Hikaru, you're acting almost as bad as Tono.

"Gee, thanks!"

The twins waited through first period, second period, third period, fourth period, and eventually lunch came. But she didn't come. No sign of Fujioka Haruhi. They tried calling her many times on her cell phone, and she didn't pick up. Neither did Ranka.

"Hey Kaoru, do you have any idea why Haruhi isn't here today? " Hikaru nudged his twin brother.

"Have no clue. Haruhi always shows up to school, whether she's sick or not." Both had assumed she was sick…how were they supposed to now it was so much more than that? Kaoru suddenly got a pit feeling in his stomach, and couldn't pinpoint what it was.

"Let's try calling again." The oldest twin pulled out his blue cell phone and pressed speed dial 1. They had Haruhi on speed dial. It rung once…twice…three times, and it then went into voicemail.

"You have reached Fujioka Haruhi. I am sorry I'm unable to take your call. I will call as soon as I can. Please leave a message after the beep."

"Haruhiiiiiiiii! Pick up! Why aren't you at school? School's no fun without our toy!" Hikaru whined.

"Yeah, if you don't pick up, we're coming to your place after school!" Kaoru added, without the whiney tone that Hikaru had used though.

"Let's call Ranka now."

"Okay." Kaoru pushed some buttons on his phone and the other end rang and rang and rang. "Ugh, why isn't anyone picking up?"

"Hello fellow caller! You've called Ranka, father of darling Haruhi, and leave a message right away, especially if you're a cute guy! Anyhow, just leave a message!"

After leaving a few more annoying messages, the annoying feeling got stronger with Kaoru.

And it didn't leave the entire day.


Something was odd. Tamaki hadn't been his usual cheery and idiotic self. He looked down and upset. He hadn't called Kyoya 'mommy' even once. He didn't even sit next to him during lunch. This put Kyoya on alert.

"Tamaki, is everything alright?" Kyoya asked, struggling to keep the curiosity and worry out of his voice. If he didn't, Tamaki would start singing about how his best friend actually cared about him (and showed it).

"Okaa-san…" Tamaki started, deep in thought. okay, so Tamaki wasn't THAT different than his usual self. But still… "Haruhi isn't at school today…OH MY GOODNESS MY DUAGHTER HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED! AND-"

Kyoya almost fell of his chair. Seriously? All this sadness and depression just because Haruhi wasn't at school today? Tamaki is officially an idiot. Oh wait, he was already labeled an idiot as soon as he was born into the world.

"SHE HAS NOTHING TO EAT BUT SNAKES AND WATER FROM TAPS! OR WORSE, SHE COUD'VE BEEN-"

But then he regained his composure. Haruhi? Missing school? Those two things don't fit in the same sentence. Haruhi never missed school. Ever. Period.

"KIDNAPPED BY CLOWNS WHO TOOK HER TO A CIRCUS AND SHE HAS NO WAY OUT BUT TO DO ACROBATICS AND-"

Even if she was sick or had an emergency, she would at least inform the school. If Kyoya didn't know why she missed school, then it meant the chairman didn't know either. Because Kyoya Ootori knows everything.

"SHE MUST BE WIATING FOR US TO SAVE HER! OH, MY SWEET DAUGHTER HARUHI!"

And he hated not knowing something. But they didn't have to get so paranoid. She was probably gone because of a family emergency and would be back tomorrow, smiling happily. But Kyoya didn't feel like this was the whole story.

"TAKEN BY IDIOTIC CLOWNS WHO WANT NOTHING BUT TO HURT HER AND…AND-" Tamaki was obviously avoiding the stares he was getting from fellow classmates.

"and may I ask where you learned this?" Kyoya was already planning to talk to the chairman. Tamaki stopped blabbering and clamed down. If Kyoya was worried and going to fix things, then he didn't have to worry one bit.

"The twins told me at lunch."

I guess I should've been listening to their conversation. Their conversations may be idiotic and useless, but sometimes they do have important info…

Kyoya quickly pulled out his cell phone (yes, they can use cell phone's in class) and punched in a few numbers before waiting for the other end to pick up. After a few orders being yelled into the phone, he snapped it shut and ignored the blubbering idiot for the rest of the day.


"Takashi…" Honey spoke in a quiet tone, which was unusual for the child-like adult in his first year at university.

"Yes?"

"I feel like something bad is going to happen today…" it was just a gut feeling, but Honey had trouble shrugging it off.

"Ah." Mori agreed. He had been feeling the same since morning….which was odd.


A few minutes after school (university in Honey and Mori's case) ended, Kyoya calmly walked to the chairman's office. This was weird. No doubt something major had happened. He needed to talk to the chairman, fast.

After knocking and a reply of "come in", he slipped inside and shut the door closed.

"Yes?" Tamaki's father asked. He looked up to see the youngest child of Yoshio Ootori and he lit up. "What may I do for you, Kyoya-kun?"

Kyoya shifted his glasses upward. "Fujioka Haruhi has not shown up to class today, as you are aware."

Yuzuru smiled and prince-like, one that rivaled Tamaki's. "Ah yes. About that. Of course. My secretary's have tried calling, but to no avail. I haven't gotten any contact from Haruhi-chan or Ranka-san, which is quite peculiar." He looked back down at his papers and shuffled through them as he continued to speak. "And I must admit, it is very unusual for such a precious darling scholarship student like Haruhi-chan to miss a day of school without anyone informing us. This will tamper with her grade you know."

"Yes, I am aware." Kyoya spoke. "However, according to this new piece of information, no doubt something has happened."

The chairman listened intently with wide eyes as Kyoya explained.

EARLIER-AN HOUR AGO

Kyoya stepped out of the classroom followed by wails of a blonde-haired idiot. They had their last class of the day separated, and so Tamaki pleading Kyoya to stay everyday for 7th period was a normal thing.

Pushing some of his books into the locker, his cell phone started vibrating in his pocket. He reached into his back pocket and slipped out his phone. Finally…he pressed the 'answer' button and put the phone to his year while taking out his math textbooks.

"Yes, Tachibana?"

"Kyoya-sama, we have arrived at our destination, and it seems this place is empty. We have intruded the place on your orders, and everything seems normal. There is no trace of anything peculiar…"

What? Haruhi and Ranka weren't at home? Then were the heck were they? Kyoya regretted not putting a tracker in Haruhi's phone. She had said that the host club was being paranoid and she could handle everything by herself, so there was no need to put a tracker on her phone. Kyoya had consented (much to his surprise) along with the others.

After some thinking, he decided he needed to speak with the chairman.

Just where was Haruhi?

BACK TO PRESENT

"Hmm…that is strange." Yuzuru's eye brows furrowed, as if he was thinking hard. He dismissed Kyoya, who had a bunch of theories and plans running through that big head of his. (Actually, Tamaki's the one with the big head, Kyoya is the one with the smarts).

After a few minutes, Yuzuru received a call. He picked up the phone and answered in his prince-like voice.

"Souh Yuzuru speaking! What may I do for you?"

"This is Ootori Ichido speaking Souh-san…"

Yuzuru was confused. Why would his friend's/enemy's eldest son contact him? Ichido was a doctor at one of the Ootori hospitals, and he was the chairman at Ouran. So why…?

"Ah yes, Ichido-san, what may I do for you?"

"it is more of a matter of informing, Souh-san. I have been told to tell you something, since Ranka-san couldn't. I presume you know him?"

Ranka-san? What was he doing at a hospital? Yuzuru gasped. What if either of them was in an accident and that's why Haruhi isn't here? Everything clicked in place.

"Yes yes. Ranka-san, the father of scholarship student Fujioka Haruhi. And what is it that you'd like to tell me?"

"I am sorry to tell you that Haruhi-san was in a severe car accident last night…"

Yuzuru's hands started shaking. "W-what?" was all he could say. The puzzles fit together.

Ichido was done yet. "Yes, and…she didn't make it…"

Yuzuru froze in horror. Did he correctly? "Y-you mean…s-she…?" he gulped.

"Her brain was damaged, and her bones were crushed. She was pronounced dead on arrival, and there is nothing we can do. I truly regret this turn of events." As if. Ichido was just trying to get a better business relation with Yuzuru for…you guessed it, business and profits. Now wonder him and Kyoya are brothers.

Yuzuru on the other hand was going to shock. How could the one girl his son loved be gone? Wasn't she just here yesterday dealing with Tamaki's rants?

And how was he going to tell him?


"Kyyoyaaaaaaa" Tamaki whined and he came up to his best friend. "Did you do something yet? Did you send your body-guard to see if Haruhi is okay? Oh, I know! Why don't we skip hosting today and go se Haruhi! She's probably dying to see us!"

Kyoya decided not to tell him his bodyguards didn't find Ranka or Haruhi there. Tamaki just go insane. "I won't be able to find her if you keep asking me every two seconds, Tamaki. Therefore, this is your fault."

Tamaki sulked in his corner.

Outside, it seemed like he didn't care at all. Inside, he was going through turmoil. Where could Haruhi be? He sent the Ootori police out to scout the city, and he even found out that the last anyone saw Haruhi was when she left school yesterday. The last anyone saw Ranka was when he left the bar he was working at around 10 pm. So something must've happened between 10 pm and 8 am, the time Ranka was last seen and this morning when school started.

The twins came in, looking bored and tired. They had bags under there eyes and they were sulking. Hikaru yawned. "Ugh…school is boring without-"

"-our favorite toy." Kaoru finished. They both slowly walked like zombies and plopped onto the expensive couch. "We don't feel like hosting today."

"We will lose some profits due to Haruhi's absence." Kyoya spoke, his eyes never leaving his laptop. "If you two also lack in your hosting skills today, I will to make sure you never see your 'toy' again."

Leave it to Kyoya to threaten people.

Mori and Honey walked in the room on cue. "Tama-chan, Kyo-chan, Hika-chan, Kao-chan, Haru-chan, we're here!" he cheered. He opened his eyes only to see four hosts instead of five. Two identical red-heads were there, so was a purple-eyed self-proclaimed king and a mysterious calculating shadow king. Where was the commoner with the large brown eyes, who would always greet them with a warm smile on her face? "Where's Haru-chan?" he had expected her to be there with the twins, since it was usually them who dragged her here.

Kyoya shifted his glasses up and they glinted in the light, making him seen more devil-ish. "She's absent today."

"Ehhh? Whyyy?" Honey furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "I wanted to share my cake with her!"

"No need to panic. She will be back tomorrow." He lied. Truth be told, he had no clue where she was, even with all the info he had. No new developments since he had talked with Tamaki's father. One thing was for sure, he was going to increase her debt by tenfold when she came back, no matter what had happened. She had let everyone in the school become worried sick!

That seemed to reassure Honey, although Mori was suspicious that there was more to this then what Kyoya was letting out. He glanced at Kyoya suspiciously who turned to face the senior, but his expression was unreadable because of his glasses (stupid glasses).


After changing into their costumes for today (as policemen and criminals), hosting soon started. All the girls were excited like usual, but they were wondering about one thing: their beloved Haruhi-kun.

"Where's Haruhi-kun?"

"Yeah, I don't see him here?"

"Is he hiding?"

"Haruhi-kun never misses school!"

"What if he has a life threatening disease?"

Gasps were heard from around the room. The girls became frantic.

"Oh no! he has to fight this all by himself!" one of Haruhi's regular customers blew her nose into a tissue.

"Haruhi-kun is so brave to handle this all by himself!"

Well, the others sweat dropped (except for Tamaki who joined the crying), but Kyoya took advantage of the situation. This would certainly bring profits since more customers would come when Haruhi came back. Money-making scheming rich bastard as Haruhi would put it.

More like 'Money-making scheming rich bastard as Haruhi used to put it'.

All of Haruhi's designators asked for someone else, so they didn't lose much profit. Btu Haruhi was still getting a debt…

Hikaru started by dropping a tray of cups and getting a (fake) cut, while Kaoru soothed him.

"Ouch!"

"Hikaru! Careful next time! keep an eye on where you're going" Kaoru touched his twin's finger tenderly.

"But, I can only keep my eyes on you…" Hikaru complained.

"Oh Hikaru…" Kaoru embraces his crying (fake tears) brother.

"Kaoru…"

The girls squealed at the sight of forbidden brotherly love. Their extremely high pitched squeals roared around the room, though no one cared. Honey and Mori were also doing well.

"Cake!" Honey scooped up another plateful of cake.

"Mitsukuni…" Mori warned. Honey smiled warmly at him (girls swooned) and reassured him he'd brush his teeth when he got home. Mori smiled ever so slightly, causing the girls to go into fan mode.

On the other side of the room Tamaki was showered with compliments as he did his princely act. But some of the girls struggled to hold back nosebleeds.

"My beloved princesses, nothing makes me happier then seeing you happy…" Tamaki pulled out a rose and handed it to the nearest customer who squealed in delight. The others got anime hearts over their heads.

Kyoya, meanwhile, was busy selling the newest photo books. No surprise about that.

"Ladies, would you like to be interested in the newest collection of the hosts' photo books? It is a limited edition…" Kyoya pasted a plastic fake smile on and the girls thought he was actually smiling. "Of course, if you buy all, there is a special discount."

"Kyaaa! I'm taking all!"

"Me too!"

"One whole set for me please!"

Put "limited edition" and "discount" in the same sentence, and you'll be off to the money-making world.


Hosting ended as soon as it started.

"Ahhh!" Tamaki stretched. "I can't wait to see my princesses tomorrow!"

"So you're saying you can't wait to see them but don't care about seeing Haruhi?" Kaoru raised an eyebrow. Hikaru snickered. Tamaki burst into flames and screamed.

"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT! DADDY LOVES HIS DAUGHTER!" he went on and on and on.

"…what do we do know, Hikaru?" Kaoru asked, referring to the king who was running around flailing his arms about. "I think we went a bit overboard…."

Hikaru shrugged. "Nothing, we just wait until he runs out of breath."

"Kind of impossible if it's Tamaki, he never runs out of breath."

"I know!" a light bulb lit up in Kaoru's head. "FROGS." He said out loud so Tamaki could hear.

Tamaki stopped in his tracks and started mumbling to himself. "frogs are icky and slimy and gross and sticky and…"

"What was that for?" Hikaru asked, leaning in to here Tamaki's complaints about frogs.

"Well, it got him to stop shouting, didn't it?" Kaoru smiled and sat down, watching in amusement. All this picture needed know was Haruhi. She would try to go stop Tamaki from shouting and Hikaru from laughing and snickering.

Speaking of Haruhi, where was she anyway? Kaoru sat straight up remembering the subject. "Hey, Kyoya-senpai…"

"Mm?"

"Where's Haruhi? We tried calling but she didn't pick up. Is she sick or something?" Kaoru questioned as Kyoya kept typing.

"Probably."

"Oh."

At that moment, the double doors to the third music room opened. A CLANK evaded the hosts from their thoughts (whatever they were). Everyone turned to see a man with messy brown hair and a tick mustache. His eyes were red and the skin under his eyes was gray and saggy from exhaustion. His lips were in a thin straight line, and his expression was unreadable.

Yuzuru.

"O-Otou-san…" Tamaki's eyes widened in disbelief. What would his father be doing here at this time? and why would he be here anyway? If his dad needed to talk to him, wouldn't he just be called to the office? And…how come he looked so horrible? "Otou-san!" he rushed to his father. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Yuzuru turned to look at his son. His eyes were gleaming with worry and sadness, but also with a sprinkle of confusion.

"Souh-san!" the twins stood up. What was going on?

Yuzuru closed his eyes. He had to tell them. He just had to. It would be better if they found out from him then rather they find out from other sources after a while. Besides, it'd be better to get it over with, right? But how were they going to take it? If his reaction was like this, his eyes red from irritation from the worry then Tamaki's reaction was going to be ten times worse.

Tamaki dragged his father to the couch and pushed him onto it. He ordered the twins to get water, and after savoring the moments where his son would be caring and cheerful for the last time, Yuzuru spoke.

"I-I have to tell you something…" he started slowly, allowing them to process everything. He knew that even Kyoya wouldn't be prepared for such news.

"Yes, Souh-san?" Kyoya asked calmly. Inside, he was boiling with worry. What is happening? This whole day has been weird.

"U-um…" he cleared his throat. This was going to be tuff….how was he going to do this? "W-well…"

"Yes?" everyone was itching to know what happened.

Tamaki shook with worry. "Otou-san! Is it Okaa-san?"

"N-no.."

"Then?" Tamaki wondered what could've happened to put his father in a condition like this.

His father bent his head low and spoke in a quiet tone only loud enough for his son to hear. "I'm sorry Tamaki…"

"For what?" Tamaki's voice was barley a whisper. Everyone watched, their heart rates speeding up with anxiousness.

Yuzuru decided to start slowly, but then cut to the point. Then he'd walk out, since seeing his only son break into pieces would break him too. "T-this is concerning that girl, Fujioka Haruhi…"

So this was what it was about? Haruhi? Kyoya sat straight up. His glasses glinted again in the sunlight, thus making it impossible to read his expressions. "Haruhi?" he repeated as if to ensure this was what it was about. How could something about Haruhi put the chairman in this condition? How bad was it?

The chairman looked at all the faces. The twins with identical faces twisted with worry. Mori stood tall and silent, but you could see the worry in his eyes. Honey looked like he was about to cry. Kyoya was Kyoya, acting as if nothing happened, but any one who knew him well could feel the worry emitting from him. Lastly, his son, the one girl he loved was gone.

He knew this girl, Fujioka Haruhi, meant so much to these people, despite being a commoner. She was the chain that connected them all together. Without her, they would all fall apart, and all he could do was watch them.

Just say it. Just say it and you're done with this. That's what Yuzuru told himself. Say it, just say she's gone bluntly and walk away.

He took a breath. And another. And another. The others held their breath.

"Fujioka Haruhi was in a car accident yesterday and…" He started in an audibly small voice unable to avoid the crack in his speech. The man decided to finish this before the host club started screaming about Haruhi in an accident. Btu at this moment, he could feel everyone grow nervous at the moment, ready to get up and visit there commoner at the hospital.

"and…died." The chairman finished.


Whew. *sweat drops*. Sorry it was a bit dragged at the end, but I HAD to cause tension, you know? but that was a looooong chapter. Over 6500 words! Yikes. So I won't be updating this for while, not until I update my other stories. I'll probably update this by next week. And I know what you guys are thinking…

WHATTTTT! HOW COULD YOU JUST LEAVE US AT SUCH A BIG CLIFFHANGER! YOU MURDERER! I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU...

And on it goes. So I am evil. You just found that out know? Wow. MAWHAHAHA!

And I did cry a bit writing this chap, but remember, Haruhi DOES not actually disappear forever. Something happens in heaven which lets Haruhi go back to earth….yeah, I can't really spoil things at the moment. The next chapter with be the host club dealing with the tragedy, and I'm not very good at writing those, but I'll try my best!

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Review! Wrote such a long and awesome and great chapter for you guys, the least you could do is review….