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Chapter 13

Pain

Kyouya had never known pain like this before. The sharp stabbing that constantly ate at his heart and soul. Every day he woke to the harsh light eating away at his eyes. His body felt weak and heavy as he walked from room to room working, calling people and doing other misalliance things for the new company he found himself in charge of. He thought that this would be the perfect distraction from memebering. And it was, it was an amazing time consuming distraction, but nothing could ever distract him from the cold empty place beside him as he slept, or the face and voice that haunted his dreams. Sometimes even her screams would creep up late at night.

Kyouya woke up that morning like any morning since he'd left behind Japan, the host club….and Haruhi. His eyes stung with the light, his chest ached and his limbs were like thousand pound weights. And of course he always would struggle from the sheets where he'd tossed and turned with troubled dreams and memories of Haruhi. He could almost constantly hear the sobs, the screams and the silence of her pain as he walked from his bed to his bathroom. He showered away the aches and pain as best he could and dressed for the day.

That morning was like no other, or so he thought.

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Haruhi could all but sense Tamaki pacing outside her bedroom door. She half smirked at the kindness of the fact, but her other half was still frozen in a hell no one could possibly understand. Haruhi stepped from the shower but kept it running freely leaving it to steam up the bathroom. She wrapped herself in a towel and wiped away the fog on the mirror.

The person staring back at her horrified her, but she nearly stared for a moment at the gauntness of her face, the pale deathly pasty way her skin hung to the bones and the dark sleepless bags hanging down her red rimmed eyes.

Quietly opening the bathroom door she crept out into the bedroom and looked around. The curtains were parted slightly but not enough to make the room feel alive. Maybe that's where all her warmth had gone. She flung open the curtains and waited for the sunlight to be absorbed into her wet skin. But nothing happened she felt as cold as ever.

Haruhi felt desperation creeping up into her soul again. What could she do to make all this…pain go away? She wanted so badly to look into Kyouya's eyes and see him looking back with that kind love she knew he held for her. Not those eyes full of regret and disgust. Not the eyes he'd left her staring into. She wanted him to hold her in his arms and kiss her head when she was mad, wanted him here so badly.

"Oh, you rich bastard. Why did you have to leave?" Haruhi sobbed slamming her fist into the window. It shattered suddenly under the force of her despair and Haruhi bit back a cry as glass shattered into her hand. She held the bleeding hand carefully and stumbled back to the bathroom.

"Ow, ow…" She hissed patting it with a damp towel. She opened the medicine cabinet and her eyes instantly stilled on a bottle of pain killers. Her heart began to race.

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Tamaki heard the shatter of glass and stopped his pacing suddenly. He waited trying to hear something more but he didn't hear another sound. He opened the bedroom door and saw it was filled with warm morning sunshine. He smiled thinking perhaps Haruhi had finished her shower, but he could still hear the shower running. Why would she have open the curtains?

"Oh my god." Tamaki suddenly saw the broken glass and trail of blood leading into the bathroom.

"Haruhi?" Tamaki called frozen in horror at what had seemingly accord. He heard a thunk as if something heavy had just been dropped.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki cried rushing to the bathroom. He found Haruhi unconscious on the bathroom floor her hand bleeding out above her head where it fallen. It made a halo of blood around her crown.

"Oh my god!"

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Kyouya stared as his phone as Tamaki's number flashed on the screen. He hesitated, not wanting to hear another update that Haruhi had not left bed, she'd had another nightmare, and it was his entire fault for her condition. Kyouya didn't answer it and the screen went blank. He stared down at it then turned off his brain and went back to work that was spread out around his desk. He would not let Japan worry him anymore.

Then suddenly the phone went off again. Kyouya took off his glasses and leaned back in his chair staring at the phone as it buzzed across the smooth wood of his desk. It stopped ringing again and Kyouya just stared waiting to see what would happen next. When it went off for a third time Kyouya could not ignore it.

"Hello?" Kyouya answered uncaringly trying to sound uncaring of the call.

"Why the hell didn't you answer!" The panic in Tamkai's voice set Kyouya on high alert.

"I was busy." He lied quickly holding the phone to his head to the point he would cause himself a headache sooner or later.

"Its Haruhi…." Tamaki's voice suddenly got quiet and choked. Kyouya's heart began to race in utter panic. What had that stupid girl done!

"What is it? What happened?" KYouya stood from his chair slowly and walked towards the windows that overlooked the town he'd abandoned Haruhi for.

"She's….." Tamaki broke off for a second and it took all Kyouya's strength not to scream at the teen.

"She's taken a bottle of pain killers. The doctors don't know if she's going to pull through it."

"Kyouya? Kyouya?" The other end of the phone was dead silent. Kyouya's eyes were frozen ten times their normal size staring out at nothing. He could see it all in his head, replaying over and over again. A silent Haruhi laying unconscious on a hospital bed. Tubes and other devices protruding from her lovely body. Her heart's monitor beeping slowly, weakly.

Then slowly it goes flat…