Chapter 6
Haruhi didn't move when the police entered. She just stayed still staring at Kyouya's broken glasses. She choked out a sob.
"Senpai!" she squeaked. He'd always hidden his emotions behind the glare on his glasses. He never let anyone in. He never accepted defeat and he never asked for help. It was heartbreaking to see what he'd been hiding. He'd never showed any signs of abuse. He was always perfect and controlled. She'd only seen one instance of his father's cruelty. At the Ouran Festival.
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Slap!
"Are you trying to embarrass me by staying a part of this?" Kyouya's father said furiously.
Kyouya didn't reply. He just picked his glasses up, put them on, and stood. He stared ahead with unfocused eyes. His father stormed away without a backwards glance. Kyouya tipped his head and let the glare of his glasses hide his eyes. He shrugged off his friend's concerns. He'd seen worse.
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Haruhi looked up when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Mori.
"I told them what happened, they want to talk to you so that you can fill in the gaps from when I wasn't here." That was one of the longest sentences Haruhi had ever heard Mori say. She was too surprised to speak. She nodded meekly and walked over to the officer who was doing interviews.
"Ok, Miss, I need your name, age, address, phone number, relation to the victim—" He saw her expression. Her eyes were glistening with tears and she was horrified to hear Kyouya being referred to as 'the victim'. He started over. "I need some basic information."
"My name is Haruhi Fujioka," she began. It took twenty minutes to get through her story. Then he moved on to the others. Tamaki had, at some point, moved Kyouya's body. His horrified voice turned heads.
"Il est leger comme une plume." He is light as a feather, Haruhi translated. The thought saddened her.
"Kyouya! Kyouya! Please say it isn't true!" cried a tall man as he burst through the door to the room. Everyone stared at him.
"Who are you?" The policeman asked.
"Tachibana. Satoshi Tachibana. Is it true?" the man, Tachibana, asked.
"Unfortunately so. What is your relation to the deceased, Tachibana-san?"
"I'm his personal servant," Tachibana glared angrily at the floor, "and one of the only servants who gives a damn about him."
The policeman raised an eyebrow. "If you care so much how come he's dead?" the remarkably insensitive policeman asked. Tachibana shook his head ever so slightly giving the impression of deep sadness.
"Ohtori-sama is my boss. I can't just burst in and tackle him or something," Tachibana said coldly then he sighed. "And we're all kind of... used to hearing screams from Kyouya and Ohtori-sama."
"Why do you speak so informally of your boss' son?"
"Kyouya trusted me."
That said it all. Kyouya rarely trusted people.
"Where were you all this time?" the policeman asked.
"I was out shopping. This is my only day off until christmas." Tachibana said looking very much like he regretted taking the day off.
Tachibana took a few steps towards Kyouya's body, hesitated, and looked to the policeman. May I? his questioning gaze asked. The policeman nodded. The tall bodyguard kneeled down next to Kyouya's body and tentatively placed a hand against his raven-colored hair. He muttered something too quiet to hear and rubbed Kyouya's head gently. The twins looked at each other with sad eyes. Mori held Hunny close and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. Tamaki was still beside himself with grief. Haruhi was thoroughly shaken. I need to get out of here. I need space. I need to call my father. I'll tell him that I won't be staying with the twins as planned but that he doesn't need to fly home. He can stay at the convention. He'll be upset... Haruhi's father was a happy-go-lucky cross-dresser and he was in Osaka for a convention. Haruhi, being the type who liked to take care of herself, called and told him what had happened and that she would be ok. She told him to stay in Osaka. He was devastated. Haruhi's father, Ranka, had been friends with Kyouya and at one point had even rallied for the two to get together. Haruhi had dismissed the idea but had made an effort to get closer to Kyouya for her father's sake. Kyouya had learned to trust her over time. She'd shown compassion in a way that didn't get on his nerves. It was nice for both of them. One by one everyone began to leave. Eventually only Haruhi, Tachibana, and Tamaki were left.
"Tamaki," a voice called. Everyone looked over to see Tamaki's father, Yuzuru Suoh, standing in the doorway.
"Otou-san?" Tamaki questioned weakly.
"Come here."
Tamaki trudged over to his father slowly. Yuzuru pulled his son close and hugged him. Tamaki was surprised, but not upset, by the sudden show of affection. He cried quietly into his father's tie.
"It's not fair," he whimpered. His father rubbed the top of his head gently.
"I know, I know," Yuzuru said softly. "I called the music teacher and asked her to excuse you from the concert tonight."
"Oh, yeah, that's tonight," Tamaki mumbled. The horror of the situation had caused him to forget the thing he'd been looking forward to. He sobbed again, remembering how Kyouya had promised to attend the concert. Yuzuru turned to the policeman and smiled sadly. Tamaki left with his father soon after.
Tachibana rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Miss, I think it'd be best for you to leave. We've got things covered here," he said gently. Haruhi nodded numbly and turned to leave. Her eyes found Kyouya's corpse.
He looks so vulnerable. Like an angel, a broken angel. His pale skin glowed in the soft light, his feathery hair stuck up in some spots, his closed eyes were blackened with dark bruises, and Haruhi could tell from across the room that his body was cold as ice. How could anyone hurt him?
