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A/N: *dodges flying potatoes* Eep! Sorry I haven't updated in so long everyone! I just got caught up in a lot of everything, and I lost my enthusiasm for this fic for a little while! *gets beaned in the forehead with a sweet potatoe* Ow. *rubs* My enthusiasm's back now, so don't worry! *cricket* *sigh* Well, I hope you like this chapter.

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"It Wasn't Enough"

"Miyako!" Kasanoda called out after my cousin in confusion and worry, standing up from the couch as she all but ran out through the doors, oblivious to his voice. I pitied him in a way- for his confusion of not knowing what was running through her head at that moment. He just didn't know her.

"It's not your fault, you know." Kasanoda swiveled on his heels to face Kyoya and the rest of us as he advanced on him. Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose. "Her personal history only indirectly involves you after all." Kyoya paused in the space half-way in between Kasanoda and the rest of us. There was a decidedly stony mood hanging around the twins and Tamaki, although Hunny was hanging off of my shoulder feeling suitably sad after having watched our cousin and Kasanoda interact, and the twins had an unmistakable unforgiving air hanging around them as they were glaring slightly at the red-head. He gaped at us cluelessly.

"W-what?" He stuttered. "What's wrong with her? What did I do?" Kyoya frowned at him and turned to look at me with a worried questioning look. I nodded and sent him a look that said: 'don't tell him too much.' – before I gently disengaged Hunny from my shoulder and left the room- following Miyako where my instincts told me she had gone.

Standing outside the closed doors of the third music room, I closed my eyes and tuned out all the unnecessary noise and wayward energies, focusing solely on the trail of the emotional energies of my blood cousin. There she is. Her emotions were painful and chaotic, bewildered and repressed. I opened my eyes and stared blankly down the hallway in front of the door. She had been trying to get herself lost and had headed off to the Rose Maze outside in the courtyard behind the school. Karma had hit her over the head with Kasanoda Ritsu and she was dealing with the consequences. The thing was, you can't run away from everything.

I started off down the corridor, following her at my own pace, and analyzing the emotional trail that she left behind. I was standing outside the Rose Maze before I surmised her feelings and generalized them into what others of her martial art would call it.

An 'Assassin's Regret'. If I could hazard a guess, right now she was seeing the faces of all the people she had killed flash by in her mind, and thinking about how their families must've reacted to the news of their deaths, if they had one. Right now, the thought that they had tried to kill her first didn't even register. All that she knew at the moment, was that she had killed them.

I turned the corner, and there she was, curled up into a ball and staring blankly at the opposite rose hedge from where she was sitting. I sighed and sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. At a time like this, I could only be there for her.

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Kasanoda sat on the opposing couch from the rest of the host club, slumping forward with his elbows braced on his knees, his fingers laced together and a very serious look on his face.

"So that's what happened…" He growled quietly under his breath, looking off to the side. Kyoya and the twins had told him everything they knew about Miyako, otherwise known as 'Night Rose'. They told him about how her family had been murdered by the Sendo Syndicate, and how she was the only survivor of that night. They told him about how she had gone about saving others from the same Sendo Syndicate, exacting her revenge as she did so. They told him everything. "So she's the Legendary Night Rose. I had wondered why she didn't kill anyone from the other Syndicates." His eyes narrowed without warning, and if he had heat vision, the arm of the couch would've burst into flames. He growled. "I always knew that those Sendos were sadistic, but I never thought they'd go far enough to kill her entire family just because her father refused to teach them their martial art for the blackness of their souls." He growled under his breath again, and the Host club was now watching him warily. "Sadistic demons…" He sighed angrily and looked up at the rest of the host club, leaning back on the couch, making the gentler hosts wince. "I can still remember the night those bastards killed her family."

There was a stunned silence in the room as the host club processed what he said with wide, astonished eyes. Kasanoda glared at the ceiling before looking back down at them.

"Just know-" He said honestly. "- that I had done everything I could've to stop them. But even that wasn't enough."

"So what's your side of the story?" Hikaru asked stonily, and Kasanoda looked at him in exasperation.

"It's a long story."

"We have time." Kasanoda turned to look at Kyoya, who was pushing his glasses up and sighed.

"A year ago, it was well known fact that the Sendo Syndicate wanted power, and that they would do anything to get it…"

A/N: Stay tuned for Kyoya's side of the story! R&R!