Voca Four

Chapter Three

"Haruhi, are you okay?" Len asked, as he leaned over his new friend. Her eyes slowly peeled open and saw the Host Club, plus V4 leaning over her with worried looks on their faces.

"See, look what you did, you stupid German!" Tamaki yelled. "You hurt my Haruhi!"

"You fainted too, you half-less Frenchie," Len deadpanned. Tamaki began sulking in his corner of woe at the insulting name.

"Ne, Len-kun, it's your fault for singing a sexy song," Kaito grinned. Len glared at him.

"Don't add honorifics to my name," he hissed.

"So scary, Shota-kun!" Kaito mocked.

"I'm not a Shota!" Len yelled. The two began arguing

"No fighting, you two. It's improper," Gakupo stated.

"Oh shut up, lavender!" the two yelled, "Or we'll chop your hair off!" Gakupo backed up.

"You too, we are in public! If you don't stop fighting, I will take away your video games!" Kiyoteru stated. Len and Kaito snapped their mouths shut with a final 'yes, milord.'

"I am terribly sorry for their childish actions," Kiyoteru bowed. "How about Kaito makes it up to you?"

"Hey why me?" the bluenett shouted.

"Because you started it." Kaito glared.

"Fine, I'll sing another song. Not because you told me to or anything!" he yelled walking towards the stage.

"I wonder what he'll sing. His last song was about Ice cream," a customer, who had recovered from blood loss stated. Others around her began to wonder. The music began.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
In a desolate steel forest
I dream of brass sheep
That ring like applause
The echo of a brilliant sound
Cross the ocean and loudly
Step forth in the world
The spear-like herbs sway
Dark serenity deceives
With the sound of softly rustling cloth
Red, floating, disappearing
Standing in the infinite corridor
I surrender my body to eternal slumber
Farewell, eternal flower
That does not disappear with the morning dew
Infinite, mirror, revolving, endless shadow
Darkness, sleep, tangled threads of solitude
Deceiving surroundings, a brass heart
A brilliant canopy of darkness
Heading towards destruction in a pitch-black dream
Taking the short to a paradise of indolence
Awaken from a thousand years of slumber
A dream of brass sheep
That echo with the sound of gold
In a beautiful ocean of felt
The role of answering the wavering heartbeat
Of a vanishing clown
A profusion of gears bloom
I surrender my body to the odd sound
Of a latch slipping
The abyss, a narrow path
Pleasure, being consumed
Bent, weighed down, the sound of destruction plays
Gathering, accumulating, overlapping, a final song
Resound, sing, chant, return
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Everyone stared at the normally cheery singer in shock. The song had such a dark meaning. It was so beautiful and enchanting yet serious and a little scary. The seriousness in the singer's eyes. The singer, who usually sung about ice cream. The singer, who usually sung about fun things and joked around, was serious. Kyouya smirked, before typing on his laptop.

A façade to hide his serious side. I wonder what else he's hiding.

Kyouya Ootori was going to find out one way or another.


Sorry! This is just a filler and I know it took a long time for me to update but I should let you guys know, I don't have a schedule for updates. I do it when I can and when I have an idea. This chapter just wouldn't leave my brain so I was like, meh, why not. I know I said it was supposed to be a serious story and I know it seems more humorous than serious but I must point out that it's only the third chapter. The story hasn't even begun yet. So yeah. Thank you for reading. Review.