I feel like it's been forever since I uploaded this! Sorry about that. I had a really hectic weekend (fun, but hectic) and had absolutely no time for fanfiction. By the way, in case you're wondering, Haruhi will probably very often end up a sudden expert in random things you wouldn't think she would no to much about. For instance, cars, like in the last chapter. I'm pretty sure Haruhi doesn't really know a thing about cars, but I was just looking for a way to throw in more info about Tamaki's car. Just in case you were wondering, which you probably weren't, but oh well. Anyway, review and enjoy and all that good stuff.

Haruhi's POV

"I think I know what this is about. I really don't know anything, Sempai. I don't know why Kyoya thought I did, but I don't." I said, slightly irritated that he didn't believe me when I said it earlier.

"I believe you. I also know why you don't remember anything." He said, pulling out of the school parking lot. I stared at him incredulously. So he really didn't believe. He still thinks that somewhere in my head, I know what's going on.

"What, you think he told and I just forgot? Yeah, okay. Because I would totally just forget something so important." I said sarcastically, more than just slightly irritated now. "Do you even hear yourself?" Now I didn't sound anything like I normally do, but honestly, right then I didn't really care. I saw Sempai suppress a grin. Oh, so now making me mad was funny. I swear, he has the worst people skills of anyone I've ever met.

"How could you just forget something like that? No, what I mean is you have amnesia." He said slowly, for dramatic effect or because he thought I was stupid I wasn't sure. I stared at him.

"And just what are you basing this claim on?" I asked. Even Tamaki wouldn't be so overconfident as to say something like that without any proof. He smiled, a smile that said he knew he had me beat this time. I eyed him warily.

"Hospital records." He said, pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket without taking his eyes off the road. "Here, take a look. It's from a few weeks ago, over the weekend, right when Kyoya started ignoring us. The two have to be related." I unfolded the piece of paper. Most of it was gibberish, as though it was written in a completely other language, but I was able to pick out key words and phrases. I saw my name and concussion written on the paper. A concussion? On the same day that Kyoya pretty much dropped off the face of the earth? And then he shows back up, missing an arm… Tamaki was right; this was too much of a coincidence not to be related. I looked for a hospital name, and saw one in the upper right hand corner.

"The hospital is even owned by Kyoya's father." Tamaki said, as if on cue.

"Wow… this has gotta be connected in some way. I'm going to text Kyoya right now!" I said excitedly, pulling out my cell phone. Faced with new evidence, surely he wouldn't brush me off again. He was going to tell me exactly what was going on sooner or later, and I voted for sooner.

Kyoya's POV

I found a hospital record. It's mine, from right after u started ignoring us. Concussion. Care to explain?

I froze. How had she gotten her hands on that record? There was no way she could have that! She had to be bluffing. If she was bluffing, how would she know about it? I reasoned with myself. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to corner me, to give me no choice but to tell her what had happened. I knew it would be much worse if she found out from someone other than me.

How do u no about tht? I texted back, hoping that would be enough for now. I had acknowledged that something had happened to her and that it had caused her to lose her memory. Also, that simple sentence allowed her to believe that she really had backed me into a corner. Hopefully, she would be content with that much for now.

Does it matter? I just want 2 no wht's going on. Then I'll leave u alone. Deal? She texted me back. Damn. It looked like I was going to have to put a little more thought into this then I had originally planned to…

Yes, it does matter. It matters a lot. U don't get info until I do. I realized this sounded a little hostile and bitter, but I was going to do what it took to put this off without her trying to go to other people. If she thought I was caving, she would stick to just trying to get info out of me. There was no way I was just going to give her the full story. I'm not even being selfish this time. I realized. The less she knows, the safer she probably is. Who knows what the mad-woman would do to her if she found out Haruhi knew… no, it's up to me to make sure that doesn't happen.

My phone vibrated, indicating another text. Tamaki. Happy? Now, tell me what's going on! It read. I sighed. I had hoped she would be reluctant to give me the information first and would let it drop for now until I figured out where to go from here. Tamaki, huh? Well, I wasn't surprised, really. It's not like he knew this was for her greater good. Maybe it was time Tamaki knew a little more than everyone else… I wasn't sure I could trust him to keep a secret, but you never knew. I thought he would do it though, for Haruhi's sake if nothing else.

Haruhi's POV

I waited for him to text me back, but he never did. I sighed. He was being so difficult! I couldn't understand what it was that he was trying so desperately to keep from me. Did he not understand that I was his friend? That I wouldn't tell anyone else if he didn't want me to? Was he afraid I would laugh at him? I racked my brain for explanations, but none came. I remembered again the hand that flew toward my face. But, suddenly, I remembered screaming too. A woman's voice. She screamed, 'You little bitch!'. I thought about it. Who's hand was that? Who was screaming? Where was I in that memory? I had the feeling that once I figured out who it was, everything would start to fall into place. I knew that it was a vital piece of information, but nothing more. It was frustrating to have all the information you needed available, yet locked away out of reach.

Tamaki's phone vibrated, but he ignored it. Kiwo Ueta Otoko by Monkey Majik played softly in the background. I sang along softly to myself.

"Kono basho de kanjite. Ikite iru sono imi wo. Shiawase de irareru. Sube o wasureta to shita nara." I sang, slightly off key.

"You like this song?" Tamaki asked, not seeming to try to sound surprised but still sounding like it.

"Yeah, a little. I like the band, at least." I said. Tamaki turned it up and we sang all the way back to my house.