He gets lost in those bright violets of tamaki's eyes. Drowning in them even, but he lets it happen because apart of him knows he's dreaming and this is just another secret he can keep. It hadn't always been something he needed to hide, but he couldn't recall how or when it formed. It simply wasn't there and then the next day it was.

He lets his surroundings fall to darkness. The only light devoured around the blonde who's he's unable to move his eyes from. He doesn't notice he's floating in the deep depths of a sea his subconscious created. He doesn't notice till tamaki is gone in a blink of an eye leaving him to his own self. His head turns with panic yet he lets himself sink deeper in the abyss.

He was on his 40th text by the end of second hour. Ten more follow of just exclamation point is with another five to trail behind of simply question marks. Tamaki's finger is about to slam down on the send button of his cell phone like humanity depends it on it. Yet all hope is lost when the phone is taken straight from his hands, "No phones in class, Mr. Suoh." he looks up up at his teacher passing him by. His eyes holding a stare much like a child who's a stool away from a cookie jar only to have their mother place it above the refrigerator. A whine leaves his pouty lips as he slumps back in his seat. His thoughts turn elsewhere with defeat ignoring any sound of the giggles the girls shared among each other in the class.

He sits silently listening to the lecture that takes place. His hand grip his pencil, copying any and all notes on the board but all information travels within one ear and out the other. He thinks the lecture is about some american play from the 1940's and the vocab included but he's not paying attention and finds his thoughts more important. The teddy bear eraser attached to his pencil taps his page of notes repeatedly and gets faster the more he looks at the empty desk beside him. He sets his pencil down and leans forward in his seat, eying his notes but to him it's all gibberish that he ask help on later. His attention turns back to the desk that belong to no other boy but Kyoya Ootori and Tamaki knew it wasn't supposed to be empty.

After all Kyoya Ootori never takes a sick day.

Kyoya Ootori is inhuman in his shadow king way that he never, never gets sick.

So where was he?

Maybe he forgot, maybe he's panicking over nothing. The blonde prince fumbles at his desk while reaching into his bag. The sound of his zipper declining downward is little louder then he's okay with but then Tamaki is more worry where the vice president of the host club is. The noise of papers that hadn't been place in the correct folders and were instead crinkled away in his backpack are heard as he rips out his planner likes it's a solution to all his issues. Tamaki wasn't the type of guy to own a planner, he was the type of guy to do things on a whim, a dramatic whim but when one of his servants gave it to him, he happily began using it. Not just using it but putting effort into trying to make it aesthetically pleasing.

He flipped open the blue cover with small designs of clouds and some inspirational quote written on the cover. He flipped past the small paperclip that held a sheet of stickers to put on certain dates or next to things he had to moved pass the old pages with color coded items and though they were color coded notes, his handwriting were simply scribbles of dried ink. He reached today's date in the small booklet and peered over it for anything written in black, the color he assigned toward kyoya. But there were no business plans, no vacation dates, no family gathering written in the color. Nothing that would help him. Simply "HOST CLUB 3:30" was written in all colors of the rainbow with a smiley face on both sides. It mocked him in a way and left an unexplained reason for his best friend's absence.

His hand close he planner before shooting to his pockets for his phone… His eyes settled onto the teacher's desk. He bit his lip and held back a whine. How could he have forgotten so quickly? The prince of the host scanned the room, his eyes meeting the girl who sat behind him.

"Lady Akemi…" He whispered softly to her. Her coal colored eyes soften with confusion. They had never spoke, only greeted each other, he had never asked her for notes and Tamaki knew she went to the host club but not for him but only for the small blonde boy with big, brown and innocent looking eyes. "May I borrow your phone." He whispered looking back at the teacher. "Only for a few minutes."

She looked at him for a moment. "I'm not sure if-"

"Shush and pay attention, this will be on your test." Whether the teacher was lying or stating the truth, more than half the class starred their notes leaving Akemi and Tamaki dazed. "Mr. Suoh, turn around and face the board."

Tamaki sighed and did as told, he copied down the notes and ripped a small piece of paper from his planner and wrote on it, declaring he could get Lady Akemi a lunch date with no other than Honey senpai. He slipped it behind himself and towards her.

His classmate read the note in silence and carefully slipped her flip phone from her back and poked at his back with him till he grabbed it. He placed it safe in his pocket before abruptly standing upward and heading toward the door in a hurry. "I need to be excuse! I need to use the restroom!" He closed the door behind him on his way out of the classroom quickly, leaving the teacher to mutter towards herself and lady Akemi to watch with worry of getting her device back.

He strode around the corner dialing a number and waited for an answer, as soon as someone picked up he didn't give them the chance to speak. "Kyoya is missing! He hasn't shown up! I need you to get honey and mori! I'll get Haruhi! We need to a search party! He could be in trouble!" He rambled as he began pacing the halls, running his other hand through his wisp of hair.

"Boss…?" Hikaru sat on the other end of the line, his pencil tapping dots on an open textbook with his twin beside him. "The others are in class and we're in study hall. That's just not possible."

Kaoru took the phone, holding it up to his ear. "Just go down to attendance. I'm sure they can give you answers." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before it went dead. Tamaki beamed with delight, his eyes wide as he placed the girl's phone into his pant's pocket and main his way down to the attendance office. Why of course. How come he never thought of that?

The question wasn't if they were meeting but when.

Scratch that, it was both. Alison scrolled through her contact of cell phone number only to get voicemail after voicemail. She whined out into the emptiness of the living room and fell back on the makeshift excuse of a bed. The cat, Huffle took it as an invite to pounce onto to her chest with a purr and claw gently into her skin, pass the fabric of her t-shirt as he laid down on her.

"Hello, Mr. Kitty." Alison cooed at furry animal that laid on top of her. She reached around and scratch behind the cat's ear allowing her ears to be overtaken by the melody of endless purrs. She smiled softly, watching the tail of her animal companion dance with delight. Alison's and cat's head moved as one to face the sound of a door sliding open. They both watched silently as a tired Ranka shuffled through the doorway and into the living room placing his hair up while he walked. "Day off?" Alison broke the silence gaining his attention quickly with a small startle jump of his shoulders.

He looked over at her with distraught, his eyes softening through his grogginess. "You guessed it, Kiddo." He hummed as he made his way past her and toward the back of the apartment, into the kitchen. The sound of a cabinet door opening followed by a noise of water running loomed in the air before it fell back to a moment silence. The red headed man peaked his head out from the kitchen, his eyes scanning back over to his god daughter and the cat that laid contently on top of her. "Why are you looking so defeated?" He bought the glass of water to his lips, taking a sip and tasting the bit of lipstick he still had on from the night before. Thinking back he only remember taking off half of his makeup before crashing onto his bed into an immediate slumber.

His eyes loomed on the girl as he waited for a response. He watched as her chest rose and fell with a sigh as she looked towards him. Her hand stroked the fur of the cat while she spoke, "No one from the support group is answering." Her eyes fell to back to the cat, smiling ever so softly as she continue to listen to the soft purrs. "And… I thought I had a paper with all the meetings on it, in my bag-"
"It's on the fridge." Ranka lowered the glass from his mouth and cupped it with both hands. Him and Alison met eyes. Hers holding a look of confusion. He watched as she scooped the cat off of her gently placing him down beside her and stood up. She began to strode towards him and into the kitchen. "I found it crinkled and a bit torn on the floor away from your stuff." He scratched his head as she glanced at him and then at the fridge looking at the dates on the paper. "For a smart girl, your rather disorganized." Ranka formed a small smirk with his comment.

The American girl huffed, "I am organized." She watched her godfather smile in a way that spoke with sarcasm. "I am!" She defended, folding her arms over each other. "In my own messy way…." She mumbled glancing down.

Ranka chuckled as he placed a hand on her head. "If you say so." His eyes flickered at the paper. "You going tonight?"

Alison gave a slow and hesitant nod. "Yeah…." She straighten up and stretched. "Haruhi asked to come and then also suggested asking one of her friends." She opened a drawer, pulling out a pen and proceeded to write the time of the meeting onto her hand.

Ranka leaned down beside the side of her face eagerly. "Ooooo, Which one?"

"Suoh."

Her voice was quick and clear and cut through him like a knife…. Coated with disappointment. "Him? The fool?" He stood up straight with a blink wondering if he heard correctly. "Alison, you can do better. The boy is good looking but he's dumber than stupid."

"Ranka!" His god daughter gasped. "That's rude!" She slapped his arm gently before taking his glass of water for a sip.

The man rolled his eyes with a sigh as he gave it to her. "I just don't understand… why him?" He looked down at her. His eyes studied her for a response before they widen gently with panic. "Oh no,no,no!" He shook his head and placed his hands on both of her shoulders. "Please do not have feelings for that twat."

Alison coughed on the clear liquid and looked up at him. "F-feelings!?" She hit her chest gently to stop herself from coughing. "I hardly no him! Not to mention at first glance he seems like a womanizer and I can't tell if it's just an act." She explained. Her voice high pitched and defense as if she almost was offended by the thought.

Ranka shrugged and took the glass of water back from her. "Go for Kyoya. He's smart and has a level head. Or have double the romance and try for the twins." He smirked at Alison and she cocked her head back with a laugh.

"You're terrible!" She exclaimed playfully and shoved him gently causing the old man to smile. "Also if you must know I already have my eyes set one someone." She paused with a love struck smile. "And its a girl. A very pretty and intelligent girl." She sighed dreamily.

Ranka eyed her confused and placed the glass down on the counter. "I didn't know you were-"

"I like my men like I like my women, Pops." She smirked. A moment passed in silence and she couldn't tell if it was because she had just called him dad or if she should fear rejection. "It's a joke…. That's the joke. I'm Bisexual…." She fiddled with her fingers nervously and felt a relief as Ranka smiled and wrapped an around her. Suddenly by the look in his eyes she knew what was coming next. "Ranka, don't."

"Hi Bisexual. I'm dad."

The girl groaned and watched the red headed man wiggle his eyebrows with a smirk. "I thought you were better than dad jokes." She looked up at him, letting her shoulders fall as she held back a cringe.

Ranka shrugged. "You know… I did too. But also it's hard to get Haruhi to laugh with dumb jokes and thought I could try them on you." He nudged her before running his fingers through his pony tail and leaned against the counter. "So," He folded his arms. Yet his posture still looked welcoming and comforting or maybe that was a smile on his face. "This girl. How did you two meet?"

Alison's stomach twisted with butterflies and she couldn't hold back the small smile on her lips. "Well…" She gave a sheepish chuckle. "It's thank to the host club, actually."