used classroom on the second floor due to renovations in the teacher's lounge. Mori leaned against a desk with Honey on his shoulders. Mori wasn't sure if it was just him, or if the air really did smell like old pennies.

Tamaki was using his free time with Renge to discuss new ideas for themes for the host club. They were considering a ninja- versus- samurai theme, with one twin a ninja and the other a samurai.

Kyoya had a free period, and he was re- checking his homework and working on an essay that was due the following week. Rather, he tried to, his brother's behavior at dinner last night kept distracting him. He supposed that Ichiro's anger was mainly directed at him... But that wasn't his fault, he didn't ask for it. His oldest brother was disgraceful at dinner. First he stared at his food, and whenever Kyoya made any comment, Ichiro would snap a cutting retort. Finally he pushed his dinner aside and thankfully left Kyoya, his father, and other brother Jiro to their meal.

Kyoya was so lost in thought at first his ears and his mind didn't make the connection until it was almost too late. POP POP POP POP BOOOM! Other students looked around curiously, but Kyoya immediately yelled, "Get on the ground!" And scrambled behind a nearby bookcase and covered his head, on the opposite side of the entrance. Another huge BOOOM rocked through the room and the blast knocked the doors off their hinges. A gunshot rang out like the crack of a whip and shattered a vase of white lilies. Students screamed and scattered like frightened mice. "Oh look, Kana, they're scared," a sickly sweet voice said from the library entrance.

Kyoya eyed the door to the computer lab that led to the next hallway. If he could get to it... "I see them, Seiko. The proud children of the rich aren't much against these, are they?" The weapon cocked. 'The police will want to know what kind of weapons they have,' Kyoya realized. Arms shaking like leaves in the fall, he peered over his glasses around the bookshelves at the assailants.

Seiko and Kana. Kyoya didn't know much about them, besides that the kept to themselves and were very interested in Western occult. Their appearance was frightening; neither seemed to have washed their long black hair, and from where he was, Kyoya could see whiskers on Kana's chin. Their weapons... Kyoya felt like he had seen that design somewhere before, but he didn't recognize the make or model of the guns, he could only tell that they were semi- automatic.

One student stood and faced the pair. Kyoya's breath froze in his lungs. It was Yasuo, the only heir to a large corporation that collected funds to donate to the Red Cross. 'No, you idiot, don't,' Kyoya breathed. But his voice was as quiet as a falling feather. He couldn't make it louder. Yasuo opened his mouth to speak, presumably to make them see reason. There was no hesitation in Seiko. Before a sound escaped Yasuo, a blast slammed into Kyoya's ears and Yasuo's blood was suddenly... Everywhere. A hole was now in Yasuo's throat and was gushing life blood.

Hell itself broke loose.

Students had seen another student die, and screaming and running and trampling like a stampede happened like a tidal wave. Kyoya stayed put as the weapons fired, and what more could he do, but listen to his classmates die?

Kyoya, in a sudden burst of energy, sprinted like a bat out of hell to the computer room and the hall. He went by unnoticed. "I have to warn the rest," he thought. "Tamaki..."