"It hurts so much. Not to have you by my side, not to be around you, not to be with you... You're the pain that I won't give up."

December 17, 2014

"Welcome to Pension Misuzu," Akiko began with a huge smile plastered on her face, the sight so clearly fake. "Please, follow me-Kyoya-Sempai?" She cut herself off, staring at the figure in front of her in shock. She blinked once, twice, then rubbed at her eyes with her free hand (the other currently holding a menu). "K-Kyoya-Sempai, are you alright!?"

Kyoya focused his stare on her, clearly unhappy and appearing as though he had not slept. His stare remained on her for a few moments before he straightened his posture, clearing his throat and smiling at her. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine," He replied, as if not knowing that he had circles underneath his eyes from lack of sleep. Tamaki had stayed at his place out of worry, the blonde fretting over not only him but Haruhi as well. He attempted to cook and that of which therefore set Kyoya's cottage on fire, leaving him to spend the night at the frivolous blonde's place instead. "How has Alex been doing?"

The realization hit Akiko like a ton of bricks, having just figured out the reason behind his bad mood and "host" attitude. She, as shown before, had been a major shipper of "Aloya", being able to sense something behind their deep friendship. It was obvious to her that they had feeling for one another, but it didn't really pick on her until now of how much Kyoya must really be hurting after finding out about the brunette's condition. The pain she felt formed on her face for a split second before she quickly put on her own mask, refusing to show how she truly felt.

"She's... stable."

"Meaning?"

"...She hasn't changed." Alex hasn't been getting any worse today. She was still in bed sweating terribly, wheezing and coughing with a really bad fever. So far they've been able to keep the fever at bay, but neither her nor Haruhi knew how long it would last before her temperature broke through the roof. The twins probably had it the worst... they were by her side most of the night, refusing to leave until Misuzu kicked them out in the early morning.

They were still in bed sleeping-Kaoru spread out across the floor after Hikaru had accidentally knocked him off the bed. Akiko, deciding to repay them for what they had done for her earlier, made a little futon for Kaoru and rolled him onto it, having been too weak to actually pick the ginger up and plop him onto the bed with his sleeping brother. Her heart almost broke when she saw them. Hikaru had been crying in his sleep, Kaoru curled up into a little ball and shivering, muttering Alex's name as if in a prayer, begging her to live.

Kyoya's smile faltered just a little, Akiko catching onto it just in time as he put it back in place. "I see," He responded, before saying, "Can you lead me to a table, please?" His tone had an undertone of a threat, signaling that he no longer wanted to continue the conversation. Akiko swallowed thickly and nodded, feeling a small cold chill go down her spine as she led Kyoya to an empty table.

It wasn't long before Hikaru and Kaoru came down the stairs bickering with Haruhi by their side, trying to calm them both down.

"I already told you that I'm sorry!" Hikaru snapped, sending Kaoru a scowl. The younger twin responded in kind, his arms crossed with his chin tilted in the air indignantly. "Why are you still mad at me!?"

"Because you kicked me onto the floor! If it wasn't for Haruhi-"

"I already said it wasn't me, Kaoru." Haruhi cut in, annoyed.

"Then who was it!?" Kaoru growled, before flinching and raising a hand up towards her, a guilty look on his face. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to come out so-"

"It's fine," Haruhi responded with a sigh, exasperated and drained from everything. "It was probably Akiko..."

"Akiko?" They both spoke, both pausing in confusion. "Why would she have done that?"

"How should I know?" The brunette asked. "She's the only one who went into your room this morning. I was keeping an eye on Alex." The mood went sour after those words and no one spoke until they got to the bottom of the stairs, catching the mentioned black-haired beauty speaking to Kyoya. "Akiko-" The girl lifted her head, the very sight of her gray eyes turning to look at them causing the twins to divert their gazes with ashamed looks on their faces. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and turned her attention to Haruhi, the girl rushing over to her. "Do you know who placed the futon in the guest room Hikaru and Kaoru were in?"

"Eh? Oh, yeah, that was me... I was checking in on them, seeing how late they went to bed and all, and saw Kaoru spread across the floor, so I thought, "Why not"? and rolled Kaoru onto a futon." She shrugged nonchalantly, as if it weren't a big deal. "It..." She trailed off, unable to continue speaking as her eyes met golden caramel. "How are you two feeling?" Akiko changed the subject, no longer wanting to dwell on the fact that she moved a shirtless male in his sleep. A young woman is not meant to do such things, or see such a thing, until she is married; so her parents drove into her brain, or at the very least attempted to, that she should absolute not attend the Ouran Host Club. It was safe to say she didn't listen.

Hikaru looked at her confused, before his eyes widened. He then scowled at her, pulling up a chair at the table Kyoya was sitting at and growling, "It's none of your business." Akiko's worried looked vanished instantly, instead replaced with a dark glare.

"My apologies for being the slightest bit worried; remind me to just hate your guts for the rest of your time living." Kaoru, eager to stop the argument, pulled up a seat between his brother and Kyoya.

"Guys, come on, don't start this now. There are people wanting to eat here in peace." Hikaru looked at his brother in disbelief, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"But, Kaoru-"

"No, Hikaru. I don't want to hear it." Everyone, minus the innocent bystanders, listening stared at Kaoru in surprise, having not expected the calmer more patient twin to say something like that. "I understand that you're in a bad mood, that you're upset, but don't think that you're the only who feels that way. We are all under a lot of stress over what's happening to Alex, and you have to understand that we all care deeply for her. She's my sister as well, something I've informed you of many times, and Kyoya-Sempai is the one who loves her."

The tension only grew when Kyoya refused to speak up. His glasses merely glared over, hiding his eyes from view. He wasn't in the mood to play anymore games.

Hikaru opened his mouth to speak, but Kaoru cut him off and continued.

"Akiko," He looked at the girl for allowance of saying her name so familiarly, the girl merely shrugging in response, "and Haruhi are both caring for her as best as they can. Tamaki-Sempai, Honey-Sempai, and Mori-Sempai are all Alex's friends. Honey-Sempai and Mori-Sempai may not know what's going on exactly, but I can tell that they know something is wrong with her. You aren't the only one upset."

"I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. Hikaru, I know you. We've shared the same womb together, we grew up together, we used to depend solely on each other after what happened." Hikaru winced, remembering the maid that betrayed them when they were kids. The only person they had wanted to tell them apart, the only person to say that no one could tell them apart... She was wrong though. She was very clearly so wrong. Kaoru's words stung like a bee, the cold truth of them hitting him in the heart. "You can not lie to me." Kaoru narrowed his eyes, gaze almost steely. "We. Are all. Grieving."

"Stop treating her like she's dead!"

Kyoya's voice had rang out, echoing around the pension as he stood up, pushing his chair back and slamming his hands on the table as he gave a terrifying glare towards Kaoru, the twin stiffening at the sight of his angered onyx eyes. His eyes suddenly widened when he realized his outburst and tried to compose himself, clearing his throat and standing up straight, a hand over his mouth silently.

After a few moments, still shaking, he muttered, "She's... Alex is still alive. Forgive me for my..." What was the word he was looking for? "disruption. I'm... I'll be in room one twelve." He removed his hand from his mouth, pushing in the chair, before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking up the stairs, the entire pension quiet from the sudden break in Kyoya's demeanor.

Haruhi, who was walking into the room after leaving indiscriminately for the kitchen earlier, stood there silently with a sad frown on her face, mumbling, "Poor Kyoya-Sempai..."

"Haruhi~!" Tamaki cried, rushing after her with a new dish he and Misuzu cooked up, along with a menu. "Wait for me! Ah, what happened?" He asked in confusion, completely oblivious to events that had just transpired in that room. Listening to some of the whispering happening from the guests who were there trying to eat, he learned a few snippets of the conversation and looked down at Haruhi, who had discovered in the kitchen that Tamaki knew of Alex's condition. His face turned serious for a split second before his lips curled upwards into a bright smile, trying to light up the room in an attempt to keep things light. "I came up with this new menu! Hikaru, Kaoru, Akiko! Come check out this new dish I organized!"


Kyoya couldn't take it anymore. He was practically fuming. His blood was on fire, and at the moment all he wanted to do was beat the shit out of someone. He needed to vent, he needed to rage, he wanted to tackle Kaoru and punch him in the face with the way he was talking about Alex. She. Wasn't. Dead. She was still alive and... He inhaled sharply, trying to calm himself by taking deep breaths as he closed the door behind him.

The room was quiet. So quiet that Kyoya wanted to scream. He wanted to find the "Angel" that stuck Alex with this face and strike a deal with him; his life for Alex's. However he doubted that possible and knew that only Alex, and that apparition of a girl named Akari, are able to contact him.

"Let me ask you a question," Kyoya heard a voice ask as he made his way over to the girl lying sick in the bed. "Just what made you save her the first time?" The first time... when she was locked in a closet by those girls during her first few days of Ouran. Kyoya didn't really know why himself; he saw her gone at the lunch table, listened to the twins' explanations about how she went to talk with the girls, and Akira explained that Alex was locked up in a janitor's closet. Then for a reason unbeknownst to him he got Miharu suspended from the school, threatening the other three with suspension if something like that was to happen ever again.

Alex... is more trouble than she's worth, always getting herself in trouble or hurt. It was always Kyoya who was left to patch her up. "Why did seeing her hurt make you so angry? Watching those tears stream down her face..." He felt a hand ghost over his shoulder. Kyoya didn't look. "You loved her since the get-go, didn't you?" However those feelings merely strengthened over time, to the point where it nearly took over his whole being.

"...What are you planning?" He asked, knowing very well who was speaking to him as he held Alex's small pale hand in his. There was a sigh, before the hand on his shoulder suddenly vanished, seemingly as though it was pollen being brushed away by wind. Kyoya let out a breath and leaned over, getting down on his knees. "Alex..." He had failed to keep her by his side. He had failed to save her. He raised her hand up and kissed her lightly on the back of her hand, frowning. The girl stirred in her sleep, coughing a little as her chest rose and fell heavily, her breathing labored. Beads of sweat trailed down her face, down her neck-all over her body. "Don't die on me... please don't die on me."

He heard the door open, but ignored it and the footsteps that took a few steps into the room before stopping. The black gaping hole in his chest merely grew. A pain so deep that not even time could heal. He ground his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling himself start to tremble. He was so mad he was shaking.

"Don't you dare die on me," He growled, his voice barely above that of a whisper. The person standing at the doorway made their way farther into the room after having assessed the situation, and knelt down beside Kyoya, looking at the sickly brunette.

"...Is this her, Kyoya?" The woman asked softly, reaching a hand up and rubbing circles on his back comfortingly. "This is Alex?"

"...Yes."

"She's very pretty," Fuyumi commented, before wrapping her arm around him and giving him a hug. She rested her head against his shoulder, asking, "What's she like?"

Kyoya didn't answer for a long time. When he did, Fuyumi raised her head and looked at him surprise. "You would like her." His voice was soft and quiet. Fuyumi let a tender smile cross her face, giving her brother a comforting squeeze as she tightened her hold around him, whispering,

"I'm sure I would." Fuyumi could see how much pain he was in. It had taken her everything to convince their father to let her go to Karuizawa to check on Kyoya, and when she thought he was going to disagree she was more than surprised when he actually let her. She had this whole argument in her head to convince and he just let her go like that. She didn't know if their father was sick or not, but she was glad he did let her go. For if he didn't... Fuyumi closed her eyes, wishing she could save the girl so her baby brother wouldn't have to go through so much pain.

Fuyumi knows how it feels when you love someone and you can't do anything to help. It may have been an arranged marriage at first, but she gradually came to love him and when she heard about the plane crash... it was miracle he missed that flight. Fuyumi's world had been breaking down around her completely when she saw the news, but when he had called her... she broke down crying from relief.

To see Kyoya going through something similar... it was killing her. He was the youngest. He shouldn't have to be going through something like this.


Hikaru ground his teeth together in annoyance as the delivery boy, Arai, spoke to Haruhi as if they were best friends. Akiko casually handed him a drink from her spot behind the counter Hikaru and his brother was sitting at, watching Haruhi speak to the boy. Hikaru commented bitterly after Akiko's question of them being past friends, "They've had zero contact since middle school, so in my opinion they're not friends; they're just former classmates."

The black-haired beauty frowned at him and said, "Just because you don't keep in contact with someone doesn't mean you quiet being friends." Hikaru scoffed at her comment and turned his head away rudely, taking a sip of his drink from the straw. Kaoru blinked at Hikaru's behavior and stared at him for a moment, before mouthing a silent apology to Akiko who shrugged in response.

"So," Arai began, looking at Mitsukuni and Mori, Hikaru and Kaoru, and Tamaki who was pouting in a corner for being left out of the conversation, "these guys are all in a club with you?"

"A Host Club," Haruhi replied distastefully as she made a sour face.

"O-Oh, is that so?"

She sighed and nodded, "Yeah... unfortunately. There are also two other members; a girl named Alex and the manager of the club, who's name is Kyoya."

"What are they like?"

Before Haruhi could answer, Hikaru raised his empty glass in the air and said loudly, "Hey, Haruhi! Don't you think you should be working? You shouldn't be slacking off!"

She stared at him in exasperation, saying, "Misuzu said I could take a break!" Hikaru scowled and slammed his cup down on the table, turning his head childishly away from her direction. Akiko sighed and refilled his glass with lemonade, telling him to relax. Hikaru sent her a glare and grabbed the drink from her, drinking it angrily. Kaoru frowned worriedly at his brother, all traces of their previous argument gone and forgotten. Hikaru was dealing with his grief in the worst way possible it seemed. Kaoru should have known his brother wouldn't have been able to handle losing Alex, and now Hikaru's clinging to his friends as tightly as could-taking his anger out on unsuspecting victims in an attempt to keep the people he cared about taken away from him.

Haruhi and Arai are his current victims. He's scared that if Haruhi gets any closer to Arai, she'll leave Hikaru for him and they won't be friends anymore.

Arai finally decided to change the subject and asked, "Well, anyway, I still can't believe you're going to Ouran. It's such a prestigious school I thought it was a whole other world." Haruhi nodded and cast a glance at her clubmates, commenting,

"It's a different world alright." Arai smiled at her, a light pink coating his cheeks.

"...Well, to be honest, I was kinda worried about you being in a such an elite school by yourself, but I'm really glad to see you doing well." Haruhi looked surprised for a moment before smiling at him, causing his face to grow a darker red. He cleared his throat awkwardly and diverted his gaze, having trouble looking her in the eyes as he tried to fix what he said, thinking it was a little obvious, "Uh, I-I mean... It's not like I was the only one who was worried about you! Lots of people were!" He placed a hand on the back of his head nervously.

Hikaru narrowed his eyes. He couldn't stop himself as he said, "What's with him? He's trying to use the refreshing innocence approach. Someone should tell him we already had a Refreshment contest!"

Akiko frowned deeply at Hikaru, not liking his behavior. "What's wrong with you today? Why are you being so rude?"

The ginger raised his chin and rolled his eyes. "I'm just sayin' it's obvious this guy has a thing for Haruhi!" He raised his voice obnoxiously, making sure both Arai and Haruhi could hear him. Aria looked at Hikaru hurt, clearly disheartened. "It's sickening trying to watch this guy flirt." Akiko narrowed her storm cloud eyes in a glare, seeing how Arai looked down at the table as if he wished he could be anywhere but there in that moment.

Akiko was about to tell Hikaru off, but Haruhi beat her to it, that of which making Arai look up at the brunette in surprise.

"Hikaru! Quit acting like such a jerk!"

Arai quickly raised a hand, not wanting any fighting to break out. "It's fine, it's no big deal. Besides, he's right; I did have a thing for you once." Everyone froze, startled at how easily he admitted it. "But who cares? You already turned me down, right?" Akiko, having stolen Hikaru's drink out of annoyance of his behavior, choked on the lemonade. Her eyes went comically wide as she stared at the two teens. She exclaimed, looking at Haruhi who cried out in shock, "Why do you look surprised!? You're the one who turned him down!"

"I-I didn't know!" Tamaki quickly ran over and demanded an explanation of when and where it happened. Arai proceeded to explain how he wanted Haruhi to go out with him, but she mistook it as an invitation to go look at the applications with him. "Haruhi..." The poor girl soon found herself surrounded by Tamaki, Mitsukuni, Mori, and Akiko. "Why on earth did you break this poor man's heart? What cruel jokes were running through your head!?" Tamaki had tears streaming comically down his face. The thoughts that were running through his head were horrible-What if Tamaki himself proposed to her and she rejected him!?

"Um, no... I-I didn't... I thought..." Haruhi couldn't come up with a proper response.

Mitsukuni looked up at Takashi and said, "This crime's pretty serious, huh?" Mori nodded.

"Yeah."

Akiko hugged Haruhi, crying out, "Why Haruhi, why!? What did he ever do to you!?" After a few moments Haruhi stood up straight and turned around, facing Arai stiffly. He looked confused and cried out in shock when she bowed down and apologized to him.

"So you're rejecting me again one year later!?" He laughed and waved his hand, scratching his head nervously, "Don't worry about it, Fujioka! I'm over it already! You didn't realize what I meant and that meant you weren't interested. But you know..." He opened his eyes and looked at her dreamily, "I was always drawn to that faraway look in your eyes...and the way you would look someone in the eyes when you spoke to them. I liked that about you; I always thought you were special." Before he knew what happened Tamaki had pulled him out of his seat and grabbed his hands, sparkling.

"You think that much about my little girl!?" Arai looked slightly uncomfortable, "Don't worry, I'll never forget your gallantry!" Hikaru snatched his drink from where Akiko had left it and drank out of the straw irritably.

Now they're all flocking over to that loser... He thought and scowled.


"What are you even doing here, Fuyumi?" Kyoya asked as he closed the door to Alex's room behind him. He was reluctant to leave her but knew he couldn't be in there forever. His older sister smiled at him and placed a hand on his bicep, saying gently,

"I... heard that you were in Karuizawa visiting that girl you talked about on the phone with Tamaki and decided to meet her. I asked father, and I was ready to argue to go, but he just let me do what I wanted. It surprised me how lenient he was. Normally he'd tell me to go back home and be with my husband, but... he seemed to be worried about you."

Kyoya leaned his back against the door, pulling away from Fuyumi and crossing his arms. "Why is Father acting so strange all of a sudden?"

Fuyumi frowned and shook her head, smiling a little. "I'm not sure, Kyoya, but I think it's good that he's changing. He's finally showing love for his children-for you. You should be happy." She was surprised when he fixed her with a cold look.

"How am I supposed to be happy when Alex is inside there dying?"

"...Kyoya-" He didn't wait for her to finish, instead walking past her and down the hallway to the first floor, where the dining area is.


"They look like they're having fun, Hikaru," Kaoru tried to persuade his brother, "Why don't we go and join them?" Hikaru turned his head and closed his eyes, scoffing.

"No, I don't want too. I can't believe the boss is actually hanging out with that jerk." Kaoru stared at his brother, but turned his gaze to Tamaki when the blonde called them over.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, get over here! This might be our only chance to hear what Haruhi was like in Middle School!" Hikaru leaned back and groaned.

"Sorry, but I'm not interested." He moved back and leaned over the counter. He turned his head and gaze a cold look to Arai. "Man, how stupid can you guys get? Where's the fun in sitting around and talking about someone's past; I don't see the appeal. Besides," He continued, "Doesn't this guy realize that Haruhi doesn't want anything to do with him!?" He missed Haruhi standing up and making her way over to him, "She has plenty of friends, so she doesn't need you around. Get it-" He turned his head, finally registering the footsteps behind him and was abruptly cut off, his head now turned forcefully at an angle as the sound of skin hitting against skin echoed around the room.

A red mark blossomed on Hikaru's left cheek. The room was enveloped in silence. His caramel eyes were wide in shock, multiple emotions spreading through him at once.

"That's not something for you to decide, Hikaru!" Haruhi snapped, pissed with his behavior. "I know you're hurt and I know you're in pain over what's happening to your sister, but I'm not gonna tolerate you insulting my friends anymore! I'll be friends with whomever I wish and you don't have any control of that! Quit being such a jerk already!"

Everyone watched the scene unfold, and Kyoya paused from his spot at the bottom of the stairs.

Hikaru was shaking. Slowly he raised a hand to his face, resting it gently against the injury Haruhi gave him. "But why...?" He asked softly, voice trembling. "Why should anyone else even matter?" Haruhi blinked and looked at him in confusion. She then looked startled as Hikaru suddenly stood up and slammed a hand down on the bar table, screaming, "Why should anyone else matter to you when you have all of us!? We're your friends, aren't we!? So why the hell are trying to leave us for him!? We should be the only ones that matter to you!" Tears welled up in his eyes, and after a few seconds of a stand-off between the two Hikaru ran towards the stairs and past Kyoya.

Kaoru quickly chased after him, crying out his name.

Tamaki, watching them rush away, frowned and ruffled his hair as he hung his head. "Their world is still so small... and it's breaking before their very eyes..." Arai turned his head to look at him, Haruhi's eyes drifting to the blonde in confusion before her eyes softened in realization. "Everyone they care for... Hikaru isn't handling this very well at all."

Mitsukuni looked confused and questioned, "Handling what, Tama-Chan?" Tamaki turned his head and looked at Mitsukuni almost pityingly, with also a look of envy.

"That's right... you and Mori-Sempai don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" The Haninozuka heir asked.

Tamaki jumped a little when a hand rested on his shoulder and turned his head to face his friend. Kyoya said, face blank and voice completely monotone, "Alex is sick."

Arai, gathering he shouldn't be listening to this conversation, made his way over to the counter where Hikaru and Kaoru where sitting earlier and distracted himself with the scenery of the Inn.

Mitsukuni tilted his head, sensing there was more to this. "We know that, Kyo-Chan. What aren't you telling us though?" It was at times like these that everyone is reminded that Mitsukuni really is far more intelligent than he lets people believe. He knew before all of them that Alex was sick, he even knows something is fishy with her arm which before used to be hardly usable. What he wants to know is how sick she was and why she hasn't gotten better yet.

Haruhi looked pained at that question and Tamaki turned his head, running a hand through his bangs as he swallowed.

"Well," he began, trying to think of a way to break it to him. "She's... very sick, Honey-Sempai."

Mori, sensing where this was going, placed a hand on Mitsukuni's head. The honey blonde, finding the action odd and the kid-talk Tamaki was using suspicious. He caught the look in Tamaki and Haruhi's eyes, and saw how Kyoya was holding himself. His grip on his stuffed rabbit loosened a little.

"No... Lexi-Chan is..."

Tamaki finished painfully, "She's not going to get better, Honey-Sempai."

Mitsukuni's eyes went wide, almost in disbelief. His heart seemed to drop down into his stomach, a black hole taking the place of his heart in his chest. Alex is... dying? He didn't bother catching Usa-Chan as the rabbit fell to the floor. No... No! Mori was the one who had to hold him back. Mitsukuni quickly sent a kick to the shin before headbutting him in the chin, ridding Mori's hold of him. Mitsukuni quickly ran towards the stairs, dodging everyone's attempts to grab him. Room One Twelve. Room One Twelve. Alex wasn't dying.

Shadows covered his childish face, darkness taking place of what once was a cheery boy. He found the room he was looking for and came to an abrupt stop, quickly opening the door. He didn't bother asking Fuyumi what she was going in the room and merely fixated his gaze on the brunette who appeared to be barely breathing. The darkness in his eyes vanished and instead was replaced with tears, which fell like waterfalls down his cheeks. "L-Lexi-Chan~!" He cried, rushing forward and hugging her around the waist as tight as he could without hurting her or making her condition even worse. He started bawling as he clung to her.

"Oh..." Fuyumi gasped, surprised at the action and his sudden appearance, only to look at the doorway where the rest of the Host Club (not counting the twins) were standing looking solemnly into the room. Takashi made his way over to the blonde and got down on his knees, rubbing a hand in circles on Mitsukuni's back as the blonde cried.

"I planned to say all these terrible things to you, but in the end, I just want to tell you I miss you."

Honestly, I think the ones who cared about Alex the most are Kyoya(Best friend/boyfriend) Hikaru and Kaoru (brothers) Mitsukuni ("Little Brother" figure and second best friend) and Akiko. Really sorry for the late chapter, but I seem to procrastinate when I get near the ends of stories. XD At least it's not as late as the one my FMAB fanfic is, so there's that at least.

Arai popped up, Fuyumi gave her baby bro a visit, the last of the Hosts found out the horrible end, and Hikaru is having a B.F because of his grief. Kyoya's penting up rage, Hikaru's venting it, and Tamaki's just despairing over the whole thing.

The reason why I have Mitsukuni flipping out is because although he's an eight-year-old in a child's body, it was ONCE mentioned how when in Renge's story shoot thing in the episode she first appeared in Mitsukuni's act may have NOT just been an act. Not to mention that he also has a dark side-such as when you wake him up, the "Green berets", and when he took out all those guards in the pool act and in the original anime episodes with Eclair and how his face darkened. Also when Usa-Chan had tea spilled on him.

He too has a bit of dark side and I kinda wanted to bring that out. Mitsukuni knew Alex was sick, he didn't know how badly though but figured it was the flu or something since it was taking so long for her to get better, and was in shock and disbelief when it was said that she wasn't going to get better he flipped. He raged, knocked back Mori after the giant tried to hold him down, and went ninja down the hallways. THEN he broke down.

Well, that's my reason as best as I can explain. I'm very bad explaining things. I try though. XD

Well, read and review. Please don't kill me. I luvvles you guys! No idea how many chapters are left. Probably quite a few.