Hello? I just feel awkard for some weird reason. I honestly don't know why I do. But um... If you're wondering how I know so much about war and guns, and stuff. Well, I played video games of war. Like Call of Duty, Medal of Honor, and Halo Reach. I actually enjoyed playing all those games. I've been playing Call of Duty since it first came out on GameCube, I was only three or four years old, so what? Anyways, sorry to be rude. I'm extremely tired and... I don't know. I hope you like this chapter... Plus, this story is almost over too. It's almost time to say goodbye. Um... Please review. :) This is an extremely weird and short chapter, just to let you know. It just random;y popped up in my head. -.-' I hope you like it though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club! (OHSHC)

Chapter 13

Goodbye

"Takashi, run!" Mitsukuni shouted as they ran through the hot desert. Takashi nodded his head and ran along side Mitsukuni, his cousin. The two stopped running once they arrived behind cover. A broken brick wall covered them, for now. The two breathe heavily, trying to catch their breath. Gun shots were still heard in the distance. Many of them dying from the wounds that went through them.

"I'm going to give it a shot," said Takashi.

Mitsukuni looked up at Takashi and said, "You're what? You can't, Takashi! You just can't!"

"We came here for a reason, right?" Takashi said. Mitsukuni just looked up at his cousin with meaningful eyes. Soon, those eyes went fierce and he nodded his head. The two reloaded their AK47's. Once they did that, the two cousins stood up and began shooting at the enemies.

But something unlucky happened when somebody shouted, "Morinozuka, 10 o'clock on your left!" Fukunaga, one of the soldier shouted. Takashi looked at Fukunaga and he got shot. Takashi watched as Fukunaga tumbled to the ground with blood coming out of his newly deep wound. Quickly, Takashi turned to shoot the enemy but was shot instead. Takashi fell to the ground and he held his shoulder tightly with his hand, moaning in pain.

"Takashi!" Mitsukuni cried. He dropped his AK47 and got on the ground to help aid Takashi. "Don't worry, I killed a few of them. You're going to be alright, okay? Be strong, Takashi, please!" said Mitsukuni.

"Mitsukuni, I'll be alright. Go, go and help Fukunaga or go find the captain. I'll stay here and kill off the enemy," said Takashi.

"I'm not going to leave you!" Mitsukuni opposed to the idea. He had tears running down his face.

"Mitsukuni, like I said, I'm going to be alright. Now go!" said Takashi. Mitsukuni stood up and ran off to go find the captain. Takashi laid on the ground in pain. He used his free hand to grab a pistol. He saw someone approaching him. Takashi's vision was getting more blurry by the second. He lifted his the pistol to shoot but the pistol was knocked out of his hand.

"You're going to die. No one is going to come and save you now."

The man stepped on his hand - the one that was holding his shoulder. He stepped on it with force and smirked. He rose his hand which held a Stakeout.

"Goodbye," he said. He shot. Everything in Takashi's vision, went black. Nothing seemed to live anymore in Takashi's mind.

To Be Continued...