Nami Amo got asked by Kira to pay a visit to him. She comes, with camera and pad in hand.

"You must have a good reason for calling me, Kira-sensei"

He surveys her.

"Amou Nami-san, journalism club. You covered the concours, am I correct?"

Nami nods. She hopes that he doesn't realise it was her being nosey about hearing that Saotome-sensei would have a role in the deal.

"I would like you to do a news article about something new that will be happening in time for Open Day."

Her eyes raised, her pen ready to write to her pad at any moment.

"What would this be?"

Kira smiled at her.

"I would like you to follow Seisou Academy's first Host Club in their journey to become gentlemen in the art of women."

She smiled at him. She was hoping that she would get this assignment. Well, either way, she would get this assignment. Even if it wasn't officially handed to her.

"Will do, Kira-sensei. Is that all?"

He thinks about it. He knows that there was someone outside the door listening to his conversation with Saotome-sensei. But who it was, he had no clue. However, he felt he should ask if she knew.

"You wouldn't know if anyone happened to be around Saotome-sensei's music room a few days ago?"

Amo tried not to blanch or show any signs that she was the culprit.

"I have no clue, Kira-sensei. Anyways, I have a story to write. So please excuse me."

She walked out of the door with no real haste, however she knew she wanted to get as much distance away from him as possible. It seems he had found her out.

And she knew that wasn't good.

|~-~|

They had tried to explain to her many times why they cut the phone call off.

"So, I wasn't meant to defer from the script?"

Kyouya nodded.

"We know that the two in question here, the other violinist and the pianist, have serious problems with each other. From what I have heard with your friends, Kahoko-san, those two would need to hear something like this directly from you. So, in the end, it was also the best one it could've been."

Kahoko blinked. Haruhi looked at her in amusement. It seemed she didn't catch all of that, Haruhi thought, it seems she's a little slow.

"Hey, Kahoko-chan"

Haruhi took the violinist's hands and smiled.

"What do you want to eat?"

Everyone in Music Room 3 was stunned. They had completely forgotten about food.

Kahoko blushed as she realised everyone's eyes were on her.

"Ano... sushi..."

Haruhi smiled, and looked at Kyouya. Kyouya immediately pulled out a phone.

"100 servings of ootori sushi, and another 200 of your gourmets"

Kahoko's eyes widened, even after Kyouya had finished the call. He looked at her with gentle eyes.

"I feel bad for taking you from where you were to here. This is to make up for it."

Honey-senpai appeared in front of Kahoko.

"Ootori is very nice, I promise"

Kahoko smiled.

"Okay then, Honey-senpai!"

Tamaki was beginning to get irritated. How did that Honey-senpai get ahead of me when it came to Kahoko-san... Daddy wants his Kahoko too...

Kaoru shot Tamaki a killer look which instantly made his thought process disappear.

We have our hands too full for him to be looking at Kahoko like that, Kaoru thought. He was hoping that this saga of Tamaki's would end soon.

However, if it didn't, it meant that he'd be able to play with Kahoko. Which was good. Playing with new people is fun.

|~-~|

Tsukimori was on the rooftop, with his head in his hands.

What did I get into, he thought to himself. He thought back to the time where he had heard Kahoko's voice over the phone, the hatred he felt when he heard her pronounce that pianist's name... the fact that she had screamed before she left...

He looked in the sky.

"I want her back, don't I?"

"It sounds like it."

He looked to see Yunoki-senpai standing on the rooftop as well. His long hair was behind him, the breeze guiding it.

"Our Hino-san really sounded bad on the phone, huh?"

Tsukimori nodded. He was scared what he would say next, especially in front of Yunoki-senpai.

"Yunoki-senpai..."

He wanted to ask Yunoki-senpai something, but then disregarded it. Yunoki looked at Tsukimori in curiosity.

"What did you want to ask?"

Tsukimori shook his head.

"Nothing at all."

Yunoki took a glance a Tsukimori before looking at the sky.

"The sky is so big... and we don't know where she's gone..."

Tsukimori looked at Yunoki-senpai.

"I thought you felt that life was better without her."

Yunoki raised his eyes at Tsukimori.

"Only problem is, once she is a part of your life, if she disappears, there will be a wound. Somewhere."

Tsukimori thought about it. There was a wound, and he had noticed it. Not hearing the music that used to touch his heart... it hurted him. Bit by bit, day by day. He had tried to not notice it, but how could he not? He was so distracted already.

Tsukimori walked away from the rooftop, and from Yunoki.

Yunoki looked at where Tsukimori was seconds ago.

"He says he doesn't feel emotions but if that isn't emotions then I don't know what is it."

He laughed softly. Then, he looked to the sky.

"Kahoko, if only you could see what's happening here without you. Everyone's gone mad. Even me."

Even me.