Hello!! I'm back again, and with good news! I've finally got a beta-reader for this story! Woo-hoo! I'm so happy! As soon as I've got a bunch of beta-read chapters, I'll start replacing the first chapters, and I'll post the revised versions instead. I'm glad to say that this will become a decent story with the help of my beta. Thanks so much, UtterChaos247!

So, after a month here is my next chapter! Twelve will be out soon. Hope you enjoy!

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Disclaimer: Nothing changed since last time I wrote this, so I don't own OHSHC.


After a light conversation, where no important things were mentioned, the Host Club decided it was time to leave. After all, Kyouya reasoned, the twins needed to rest if they were to get better quickly (inside his head, he was calculating the amount of money they'd loose if the Host Club wasn't working at the fullest.)

So, after expressing their best wishes, Tamaki (with Kasuga on his shoulder), Kyouya, Honey and Mori left. Accompanied by a maid, the trip back to the limousine was unusually quiet. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, or a comfortable one. It was the type of silence which demonstrated there was nothing left to say.

Kasuga had been left with an awful lot of things to think about. Thoughts of the Host Club, Tamaki's soul, her race against her enemies… all the ideas mingled with each other, until the edges couldn't be clearly defined, all her thoughts becoming a big, confusing one. She felt like a paper airplane, left to follow the breezes which blew from different directions. She didn't know where to go, what to think. All her purposes, which she had believed in so much, which were her reasons to even exist, were starting to fail her. Who knew where the next air current would take her?

Tamaki was completely unaware of all her confusion. He was just thinking of how vulnerable the twins had looked. Lying in their bed, weak and, in the words they had used, disgraceful and pathetic. The façade they had come to build, of being strong and invulnerable, had crumbled down. He was incapable of thinking of them as cruel and independent beings as he used to: he now saw them as they were. Two children, lost and highly dependent on each other. Two souls who were different, yet the same.

And, that second, Tamaki wanted more than anything to be able to distinguish them. It must've been lonely not to have friends who could tell them apart from each other. Because that way, no one could really appreciate them as individual beings. They wanted more than anything to be treated as separated people, but they didn't want people to distinguish them. Because that meant that they were in danger. If they could be told apart, it meant that someone had seen through them, and they were in risk of being hurt, of becoming vulnerable.

The trip in the limousine was equally silent. Mori and Honey exchanged a few whispers, but nothing else.

The limousine dropped every member of the Host Club at their homes. The first one was Kyouya.

Tamaki looked at the sky. It was becoming increasingly cloudy. Well, it was logical. After all, winter was quite a humid season in most parts of Japan, only overcome by the rainy period.

Honey broke the silence.

"Tama-chan…"

He turned around at looked at the senior, who was looking at him with his huge light brown eyes. At that moment, he looked more like an elementary school student than ever.

"Yes, Honey-senpai?"

"You noticed too, right?"

"What're you talking about?"

"The twins."

Tamaki looked at Honey, then at Mori, then back to Honey again. Behind their looks of innocent and silent respectively, no one would've guessed they were extremely intelligent. But not only in the academic sense. They were also… what was the expression? Oh, that's right. Emotionally intelligent. They sometimes figured other people's emotions before the person herself did. And they had clearly understood the situation.

Tamaki smiled, with his gaze lost somewhere invisible for the other people.

"Yeah… who'd have guessed the day when we would see them like this would come? They looked so… human. I don't know what to think anymore."

This comment caught Kasuga's attention. Sitting on his shoulder, she examined his expression. He just seemed away, in a place no one could reach.

"Did you see their reaction when we gave them all their presents? Kao-chan and Hika-chan said they were useless things but I know that, deep inside, they were immensely grateful."

That moment, Kasuga detected a change in Tamaki's soul pattern. A small, nearly invisible wave shook his entire aura.

"You're probably right. Because those guys aren't as indifferent as they may appear."

A second wave came over his soul. And Kasuga understood what they meant: perturbations in his soul. They were small: nothing too important. But soul perturbations were exactly that. Something had hurt him inside. Of course, it didn't mean he was breaking even more. Everyone, at some point of their life, has soul perturbations. When a really, really big one comes, people become Brokens. Because the soul can't stand so much pressure of pain, it breaks.

But small perturbations were quite usual. When you watch a sad film, when your favorite perfume stops being produced or when your football gets lost. All of these may be reasons for sadness, therefore creating soul perturbations. But what reason was Tamaki sad for?

Thinking back, she could recall his expression in the twins' room, the comments which had caused the waves, the nothingness in his eyes.

The answer came to her naturally.

He felt guilty.

He thought it was his fault the twins were like they were. He thought it was his fault for not being able to distinguish them, to actually see them as individuals and appreciate and acknowledge them as so. He was carrying the whole burden on him. But that was just the way he was.

She knew it was dangerous but, after seeing Tamaki in his absent state, she couldn't leave him Broken. Of course, after knowing he was being targeted, mending him had become her priority. But now that she had actually seen him like that, she had understood the real problem.

He blamed himself for leaving his mother behind.

He blamed himself for not fulfilling his promise.

He blamed himself for being like he was, therefore not being liked by his grandmother.

Therefore, the scars were deeper than they seemed. He had been cut with the double-edged sword. He wasn't only hurt because of his reasons, but because he felt guilty for all of his problems. When, in reality, he had always given his everything.

And her resolution to mend him became extreme. She would do it as soon as possible, using any method. And if she had to use the most complicated, dangerous and risky one. Of course, after knowing he was being targeted, mending him had become her priority. But now that she had actually seen him like that, in an absent state just because of his way of being, she couldn't leave him Broken.

And she then decided she would use soul projection that same night.

While she made her decision, Honey and Mori stepped out of the limousine.

"Thanks for the ride, Tama-chan!" Honey excitedly said.

"Bye." Mori waved.

"See you tomorrow." Tamaki screamed out of the window, as the limo made its way out of the mansion's gates.

Tamaki asked the driver to pull up the black glass which separated the front and the back part of the car.

"It looks like it's going to rain, doesn't it?" Tamaki commented, his hands on the back of his neck while looking out of the glass.

"Yes, it does." Kasuga answered.

--

And, effectively, rain started pouring. Kasuga stared out of the window of Tamaki's bedroom, while the young Suou stared at her. With her new bigger wings she seemed somehow more… adult than before. But that didn't mean less cute! When Tamaki thought of his daughter, he felt absolute adoration. So much cuteness and innocence in a single being should've been forbidden!

"Senpai…"

"Yes, my daughter?"

"Where did the old days go?"

At first, he didn't realize what old days she was talking about. But, after thinking it for a few seconds, he understood what she meant.

Kasuga was reflecting on the days they had spent together before he knew he was a Broken. Those weeks which had passed by quickly, while he and the fairy enjoyed each other's company without worrying about souls, or any other things. She remembered the old nights, when she and Tamaki would be in his room, talking to each other and laughing together. He'd explain her everything about the Host Club, while she'd tell him what she had discovered through the day, eavesdropping and such.

Neither of them had talked about their pasts: it had been like a silent agreement, a pact not to break each other's hearts. The moment Tamaki had revealed his past, all the invisible scars had resurfaced, breaking the happiness she had managed to create in him.

And all he and Kasuga wanted was to go back. To laugh together again like nothing had happened. To live together those happy days, when they weren't running a crazy race against time and space, when they could just enjoy each others company without giving a care.

"I don't know Kasuga… I don't know." he honestly answered.

"Tamaki-senpai… do you think that, for once, we could pretend nothing happened? I don't mean I want to forget reality… I just want us to have a good time together again. We haven't done so since I told you…"

Even the blunt Tamaki could tell her voice was breaking down. But she didn't need to finish the sentence. Tamaki knew what she meant. Before she had told him he was a Broken.

"What're you talking about?"

Kasuga looked at him, offended by his comment. What did he mean? Was he really that clueless? But, when she saw the grin on Tamaki's face, she understood what he was trying to say. She decided to play along.

"I've got no clue of what I was talking about."

And that way, for a single evening, Tamaki and Kasuga forgot all about souls, enemies and pains: all that was left was the joy of being together again.

And it rained on. But it wasn't a fierce storm. No lightning, no thunder. Water droplets fell into the ground, cleaning the atmosphere and refreshing the air. The trees gladly took in the water through their roots and leaves. Kids jumped into newly formed puddles, while their parents lectured them. And the Earth waited: it waited for the Sun to shine again, brighter and more beautiful than ever.

--

Kasuga lay in bed in the darkness, with her eyes wide open and fixed on the ceiling.

A few hours before, the decision had been made: she'd give everything to mend him. But, as she waited for the right moment, her mind made a list of all the possible problems. And it didn't help at all. It just made her feel more insecure about what she was going to do.

Kasuga took a deep breath in. And a deep breath out. She could do it.

She looked at Tamaki, who was sleeping soundly in his bed, totally oblivious of what Kasuga was about to do. She was glad he could simply sleep while she was doing her duty.

She knew perfectly that this carried a great risk. In the worst case, Tamaki could even die. But, at the same time, it was her only option to mend him. Because how could she help him, if his other reason of breaking was on the other side of the world?

Soul projection was her only option.

Soul projection was, as the name indicated, a projection of the soul. The fairy's soul was "projected" out of the body. Her body lay where she had left it. But her soul could travel far away, wherever she wanted it to go.

Of course, being bonded as she was to Tamaki, Tamaki's soul would be pulled along. But a human soul without a body can't do anything. His soul wasn't touchable: it was energy. Because of that, it was vital she traveled while he was asleep. That way, his body would be resting, and no one would notice anything weird. And his soul wouldn't remember anything. But she was to return before dawn. If not, someone would try to wake him up. And, if his soul wasn't in his body when that happened, it would be impossible.

Kasuga had planned the trip carefully. But she was still nervous. What if something went wrong? What if she couldn't return in time? What if something happened to her and she couldn't help Tamaki's soul renter his body?

Tamaki started breathing deeply. It was the signal she had been expecting. He was in the deepest phase of sleep: it was now or never.

She closed her eyes. And she let her body go.

--

Kasuga's soul was in the air. She had gone over all the space and time barriers. She just floated. While her soul rested in the nothingness, she let her mind check all the details. She knew Tamaki's mother lived in France. But France was enormous. So she let her soul find, between millions of people, the aura which was the most similar to Tamaki's.

The population of France was huge. But Tamaki's mother was easy to find. She just followed that light, the light which shone in a different color. The soul which had Tamaki's gentle pattern.

She found herself in the middle of a garden, close to a deserted street. The sun shone brightly in the sky. A mansion stood in all its splendor in front of her. She had found his mother's house.

She had to talk to Tamaki's mother. And, for that, she needed to have a body. After all, a soul was just pure energy, invisible for the human eye. She thought of her fairy body, sleeping soundly at home. No, she couldn't use that one. If not, Tamaki's mother would have an attack. The body which she used wouldn't have any invisibility spells: so she had better choose a human one.

A wide grin spread on her face. Human. That was easy. She was about to transform, when a second thought invaded her head. She couldn't be naked! That would be unthinkable. She hadn't though about that before… an image popped into her mind: one of Yuzuha Hiitachin's designs. Yes, it would be perfect.

She used her magic to create her temporal body. She carefully created organs, bones, tissues. Just like any other human. She couldn't just create an empty box. That would've been an aberration. Afterwards, she placed the clothing over herself, as she carefully selected different materials and colors. All this happened in a few milliseconds.

When she looked at herself in the window, she was extremely pleased with the result. Her body was just a replica of her fairy one, but in a bigger scale. Short brown hair, big eyes, short and thin. And with barely any breasts, she bitterly thought. In appearance, she looked like a teenager, though her age couldn't be clearly defined.

The clothes which she wore were extremely fitting (after all, Kasuga had adapted them to her own body). She wore a simple long yellow shirt, loose, which got to her lower hips. A yellow belt made out of silk was tied around her waist. Below, she wore tight black jeans down to her knees. A pair of black trainers completed the outfit. As to give it more realism, Kasuga had placed a pair of golden clips which held back her hair at the front, a multi-colored beaded bracelet on her wrist and a black purse which hung across her chest.

Kasuga knew she had to get over with this quickly: every second she spent away from Tamaki was a second of risk. So, with a confident pace, she directed herself to the door of the house. With no hesitation, she pressed on the door bell. It had been a reckless action, she knew. After all, when Tamaki's mother opened the door, or a maid did it for her, what would she say? She had spent most of the afternoon planning the trip, and she hadn't had time to think about her speech. Would they even believe her if she tried to explain herself? Her heart was racing.

The following seconds were full of doubts. What if they called the police? What if they thought she was a liar? What if she was kicked out? What could she say? What if…

The door suddenly opened, and Kasuga lifted her gaze from the floor. She stared at the lady ahead of her. With her long blond hair, her blue eyes, and the permanent grin on her face, she was undoubtedly Tamaki's mother. The physical resemblance was spectacular.

She said something in a language Kasuga didn't understand. She supposed it was French. So she just answered in Japanese.

"Good morning."

The woman looked shocked, but she immediately switched language.

"Good morning. How may I help you?" she asked in flawless Japanese.

"Are you…"

At that moment, Kasuga noticed something moving on the top of the woman's head. When she looked up, she found herself staring into a pair of dark, brown eyes, which held a look of distrust. Long light brown hair framed the small face, and a pink ribbon was tied on top.

Kasuga was staring at a fairy.

And she felt like hitting her head against a wall for being so stupid.

Anne Sophie Grantaine was a Broken.


Preview for next chapter:

Kasuga took a deep breath in. The moment had come.

"Miss Grantaine, I'm your son's fairy." She stated. She then resumed her stirring.

After the statement, a silent mood filled the room while the two heads registered the new information. When they understood the hidden meaning, Kasuga noticed that Tamaki's mother's voice cracked a tiny bit.

"Does that mean…"

"I'm afraid it does, Miss Grantaine. Your son is a Broken."


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