Final exams have been killing my brain cells, sorry about that. They end after tomorrow, so I should be able to update more often. Also, I'm kind of proud of this chapter, as it's longer than most that I write. And I stopped spelling Kyoya's name with a U, because for some reason that just started to really bother me.

Reviews are appreciated.

She followed Tamaki to that pink room that was filled with females and only about six boys, two of them whom looked exactly the same. She watched him as he talked to the girls and how they reacted, acting very giddy. She could see it in his blue eyes. He was not his usual self. But... what was his usual self? Haruhi could not remember. She just knew that something was off with this boy, and couldn't figure why he was so sad, or why he was hiding his sadness. She didn't want him to be sad. She wanted him to be happy. For what reason, though, she couldn't figure why.

Then there was a little boy who also had blonde hair. He seemed very sad as well. He sat in the lap of a much taller boy who had black hair and a very distant look in his eyes. The taller boy was holding him, and the girls were gathered around them, kind of just watching, as if they didn't know how to react to this silence from both of them. The little boy seemed to be crying, but his face wasn't visible, it was tucked into the taller boy's chest.

There was another boy sitting at a table with a lap top, not paying very much mind at all to the people around him. He wore glasses and had black hair. Haruhi recognized him, but at the same time, had no idea who he was. He was the one who had been holding Tamaki in the hallway, at... Where had that place been? She had seen a sleeping girl in a bed, and Tamaki crying next to her. Maybe he was sad because he couldn't get her to wake up? She watched the glasses boy for a little while, but he hardly did anything other than type. She looked at his screen, but couldn't read anything he was writing. For some reason she had lost the ability to read, too.

There was a lot of things Haruhi couldn't do anymore. There were many things she couldn't remember, also, pertaining to her personal memories and common knowledge of the way humans acted and lived as well, like reasons why people cried when their friends wouldn't wake up or why they wouldn't wake up at all.

For instance, death.

The two identical boys were leaving the room together very early on, as if they had lost interest. She couldn't tell, but thought she saw something of despair in their eyes. She wished she knew their names. Their only distinguishing feature from each other was the way they parted their hair. But somehow, the two of them seemed very different from each other to her.

Haruhi just looked around the room, she could see everything, and everyone. The boys all looked familiar to her, especially Tamaki, but she didn't actually know who they were. She could only put a name to a face with Tamaki. The rest of them were such a mystery to her, despite their familiarity. She wished she could talk to them, but no matter how much she tried, they wouldn't respond.

They all had an air of sadness about them, and the girls seemed very uncomfortable, only a bit less around Tamaki, who most of them had crowded around at this point. A lot of them were leaving, and a few were staying to talk with Tamaki.

She lingered behind the boy with glasses, looking over his shoulder at the lap top screen, and occasionally looking at him. A few minutes passed. Nothing much happened. But after a short while, the boy stopped typing. He blinked, and glanced behind him. If Haruhi could smile, she would be doing that now, because from her point of view, he was looking directly at her. It made her feel like she at least had some sort of existence in their minds.

But of course, Kyoya couldn't see her and Haruhi didn't actually have any sort of physical or visible shape to define her. She was kind of just, well, there.

Kyoya blinked a few times. He rose an eyebrow slightly, and turned back to his laptop. Huh. For some reason he'd gotten the feeling someone was behind him.

He brushed it aside as nothing.

Haruhi stopped gawking at him, going around to other parts of the room. She wasn't sure how she was moving, all she had to do was wish it and she was there. She had only lingered around that glasses boy because of how familiar he seemed to her.

She stayed around where Tamaki was, watching the girls and the way they spoke to him. She was observing as much as possible. She wanted to know why she knew these people, and why this whole place seemed so well known to her. She didn't remember ever being here. Or being any where else other than around Tamaki, for that matter. Since... Since whenever she started being, she guessed, she had just followed him around. He lived in a big place. He had a big bed. But he always seemed so sad. He pressed his fingers on and odd sort of device that made beeping sounds, and he occasionally put it to his ear, like he was listening to something. Haruhi could hear more than one voice at the end, two voices saying something like "Get out of bed! Boss, we picked out a suit for her. You need to see it!" And then a faint female voice in the background, kind of yelling, "Get- Guys, get OFF!" And that was always the point when he closed the device and set it on his bed, laying back down. She wondered why he kept listening to it.

As Haruhi thought to herself, she realized that the room was emptying out.

A few girls were saying their good-byes, and the more that left, the less Tamaki kept up his smile. He looked down at his lap. He leaned back. Mori and Hunny were leaving, Hunny holding Mori's hand as they exited. The little guy had tried his best to be friendly and nice to the girls today, but he just couldn't bring himself to do anything whole-heartedly. He walked out of the music room looking very dejected that day.

So, once again, Tamaki was left alone with Kyoya.

That seemed to be happening quite often lately. It was purely coincidence, and it didn't seem to have much importance.

But it only took a few minutes for Kyoya to shut his laptop with a click and stand. He left it in it's place and walked over to the couch where Tamaki was sitting, kind of slouching, his hair hiding his eyes. He was only sitting there, not seeming to have any motivation at all to get up and go home for the day. Kyoya sighed quietly. He wondered how long Tamaki would keep this up.

With a few steps towards him, Kyoya sat down on the couch next to Tamaki only a short distance away. He looked to him, but Tamaki still didn't react.

"...Tamaki. I know you're upset." Kyoya started, looking down at his lap for a moment, and then back to his friend. "But you can't stay this way forever. You've got to get a hold on yourself." Kyoya wasn't that good with words when it came to being comforting, but he was trying his best.

"...Haruhi wouldn't want you to act this way."

In the background, where Haruhi still lingered, she caught the mention of her name. Were they talking about her, or someone else? She wondered, and listened closely, wanting to get any possible information on who she was or what had happened to put her in the position she was now.

Tamaki stiffened a bit when Kyoya had said that. He'd... never thought of it that way.

"I..." Tamaki started quietly, trailing off. He didn't quite know what to say. He looked up slightly towards Kyoya, who he saw was looking at him, his eyes filled with concern for him. Kyoya may be the Shadow Lord, but Tamaki was his best friend. His first friend. He wasn't so inhuman that he didn't care at all. Contrary to common belief, Kyoya had feelings too.

"...She wouldn't, would she..." He said quietly, more as a statement than a question. He hid his eyes once more. Kyoya was right.

"I wonder... if she got to see her mother again." He said.

Suddenly, Haruhi felt as if she had mass. She looked around. She felt something... Her hand? She looked down at it. It was pale and white, and she didn't appear to have any sort of clothing, but didn't seem to have any defining feminine characteristics except for her face and her short hair. She could see herself when she looked down, but the others didn't seem to be able to.

And with the feeling of having a physical form came memories.

We welcome you, poor man, to out world... of beauty~!

Who are you calling Haru-chan?!

Aww, we were going to feature that renaissance vase in the auction.

Way to go, commoner, the bidding for that was going to start at 8 million yen!

So, Haruhi, you're a... girl?

Biologically speaking, yes.

Her eyes widened. She remembered everything. But... but why was...

You don't have to worry anymore. I'll be okay... where I'm going.

Her newly found breath caught.

...Love you too, Senpai.

With sudden realization, she started to shake. She wrapped her arms around herself and fell to her knees on the floor. Oh, god. No. It couldn't be. This was impossible. She couldn't possibly be... wasn't...

"We should go home before this place locks up for the day. Will you be okay on your own?" Kyoya said, putting his hand on Tamaki's shoulder. Tamaki looked up to him all the way at last, and nodded.

"I'm... Yeah. I'm fine." He said. With that, the two of them stood and started for the door.

Haruhi looked up, watching them. She shook her head.

"No... Don't leave... Tamaki! Kyoya!" She called out to them, but there was no response. She breathed unevenly, and forced herself to stand. She tried to grab Kyoya's wrist, but her hand went right through him. She gasped. The two of them kept walking, further and further away from her as she stood there, shocked and confused, and very afraid. She shook her head once more, more desperately this time.

"I'm... I'm still here!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, but still, there was no response from either of them as they exited the room.

Haruhi shook intensely, and she held her hand out to their direction. She wanted to follow them, but couldn't bring herself to move. Her sobs were choking her, and she fell to floor once more.

It occurred to Haruhi that she was completely alone in this world. She couldn't communicate. Everyone was deaf to her voice. Everyone was blind to her presence. No one could feel her if she touched them.

She was dead to them.