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I sat on the roof, looking at the stars, blinking back tears. Everyone deserves a home…. I thought, moisture from my eyes making wet trails down my cheeks and shining in the lamplight. Everyone deserves to be loved… I closed my eyes against the dark, and flames danced against the inside of my eyelids. I choked against the smoke in my memory, and I forced my eyes to open, and I hugged myself a little tighter. No one has to be alone… I tried to convince myself, and when I felt a teardrop land on the back of my hand, I wiped them away and thought of the twins downstairs. Kaoru and Hikaru. I had seen how they acted, looking around the room cautiously and Hikaru acting arrogant- and their uniforms screamed a single message at me. Rich teenagers going to Ouran Academy.
Ouran wasn't close. It wasn't close to where we were at all, actually. I sat up and looked slightly north of where the sun rises on the horizon. It was several miles to the east and slightly north of where we were. I worried my bottom lip, thinking about how I could get them there. Transportation wasn't easy to get a hold of around here, and the entire town was surrounded by forest. The easiest, and what would certainly be the most life-changing experience for the twins would be to be to go through the forest on foot. Unbidden, the image of Kaoru's face and his beautiful eyes came to mind, and I put my head in the palms of my hands. The boy confused me thoroughly, and I wasn't used to that.
How is he able to make my heart skip a beat when he smiles? I thought. How is he able to muddle me into a mess when I hardly even know him? I sighed and looked past the glow of the streetlamps to the stars in the night sky. Why is he so beautiful?
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Tamaki paced worriedly around the 3rd music room, hand to his chin, with a little stress cloud over his head. Mori stood next to Hunny, passive as usual, and Hunny was sitting in an expensive chair next to him, his eyes large and watery. Haruhi was leaning against a window frame in her usual boy's uniform, since she had decided that she liked it in the Host Club after Éclair had tried to steal Tamaki away from them, and she had won him back. Kyoya was tapping at his computer on a desk in the corner. In some way, everyone in the music room was worried in their own ways. They were worried because the twins hadn't shown up yesterday or this morning, and that wasn't like them.
Tamaki's pacing feet kept up a steady rhythm as he paced to one end of the room and back, frame rigid, and he would sigh almost every third turn like clockwork, and Haruhi watched him dully, her head following him back and forth with dull eyes. She was worried about the twins too, just as worried as Tamaki, but she had the complete opposite reaction to there absence that Tamaki had. Her frown would deepen every time she heard him sigh, and she looked out the window at the pink cherry blossoms and the blue sky.
"Where are they?" she sighed worriedly. The twins hadn't been at home during the time they weren't at school, and nobody knew where they were. Tamaki glanced up at the only girl in his club worriedly before looking back at his shoes. He sighed.
Kyoya had been trying to find them with his secret police, but so far, they couldn't be found. The only thing the police had been able to find was the limo that the twins had last been seen in, parked half in the road with the driver's window smashed in and the dead body of a member of the Sendo Syndicate with a bashed-in skull beginning to rot on the front seat in a remote small town. Nobody knew how the mafia member had managed to get that far without the twins noticing, but it looked like someone other than the twins had saved them.
The body had been taken to the morgue at one of the Ootori hospitals and examined. His skull had been bashed in with a rock, but judging by the location of the crater, his killer had known exactly where to hit to cause the most damage. So the killer had known what he was doing, and judging by the state of the car, he had been careful to keep the fight in the front seat, because there wasn't even a spot of blood in the back section of the limo, where the twins would have been sitting.
The twins' fingerprints were found on the door handles, indicating that they had acted of their own will to get out of the car. After that, science could tell them nothing more. Kyoya sighed, and ceased typing to look worriedly at his computer screen. There were no more hard facts after that, but he couldn't help thinking about the rumors he had uncovered in that area. There was something almost like a young legend about this person who was considered a hero that no one truly knew the identity of but the ones she had saved- but even those people gave a vague description. One thing was definite though. Kyoya's lips pressed together as he thought, trying to connect one story to another. The hero was a woman and fought like no one had ever seen before. So far, Kyoya knew only two people who could fight like that woman- if she was indeed real and not a myth- and Kyoya couldn't help it as his eyes slid over to rest on Mori and Hunny, both martial arts champions.