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Chapter 38: Forming

"So… let me get this straight." Huddled around a small oak coffee table, the members of the Host-club+1 stared at a sheet of A4 paper. "Did you, or did you not spit coffee over the really really angry/ evil-looking Ootori."

"For fuck's sake, Hikaru, shut up."

The tension in the room was thick. Each were keeping their minds to their contemplative selves, other than the noisy ginger who was either in heavy denial or just stupid. The general consensus was the latter.

Kyoya picked up the letter, as if to get a better view.

"So… am I right? Please tell me that I'm not… I'm perfectly happy with being wrong on this occasion. Perfectly happy."

"No, Kaoru… I think… I think you were right." Haruhi rubbed her eyes with the thumb and first finger of her left hand, slouching slightly. "So. Your brother has been using an outside agent to… embezzle the Ootori funds."

Re-placing the paper with careful consideration, (and a look that could also be used in the context of, say, having a deadly venomous scorpion ready to piece through the skin of his finger,) Kyoya echoed the eye-rubbing frustration and slouch. "If his denials were lies, then that is what the evidence would point to, yes."

"Okay, I'm just going to put this out there, apparently being the only one bad with maths: What do all of the numbers mean?" Kaoru leaned in closer to Kyoya, pointing out the columns of digits, splattered with the occasional line of readable/ comprehensible text.

"Nothing amazingly helpful, I'm afraid. Obviously, it would be amazingly unintelligent for those involved to have kept physical copies of bank statements, stating exact methods and amounts stolen… not even a cocky… person like my brother would risk it."

"Right… so any other ideas?"

"They're most likely something to do with whatever engine the 'criminals' are running."

Kaoru turned to Hikaru as if he were speaking a long-dead language. "Uh… 'engine'? Like the ones in cars?"

"No. Just... no. Well… similar but… okay, in general terms, it's like the core of a program, I guess…" He sighed, obviously struggling to give in. "Okay, just think of it like… a… car engine… sort of… not really…"

"Right… I have faith in you, my technologically advanced sibling."

"Fine, forget I even mentioned engines. The numbers are probably part of what form the 'Omega'… whatever that is…"

"Okay… and what's the Omega virus?"

"Can you not hear? I have no freaking idea."

"All right, all right, no need to bite my head off… would you be able to find out what the thingy is with the numbers?"

"Probably not, no." Tamaki had suddenly put on his serious face; scratching his chin thoughtfully- if you hadn't had been in the room ten or so minutes ago, you wouldn't have believed that he could even inhabit the same body that was ranting about the socioeconomic importance of teddy bears.

"Not going to lie, that one was pointed at my brother…"

"And I hate to echo milord; gosh it feels like ages since I called him that, but probably not, no."

"Why?"

"The Spherical Hyperdrive Instant Trace mechanism would probably detect any outside interference, causing the Professional Object Orientated Programming to basically crash my/ any computer."

"Wow, that sounds… fancy…"

"And freaking intense too. At least that's what I assume it is. It has to at least be at that level though; otherwise I would have detected it before…"

"Intelligent and modest too, I see."

"I'm not dicking around, Kaoru. The…" he made gestures in the air with both hands, shadows of words forming but never leaving his mouth. "…uh… the uh… complexity?" He wrinkled his nose at the word, not really getting the right 'feeling' from it. "The… unbreakable, unfindable, the… un…frikingepicness of the virus is off the freaking charts. I haven't just been tumblring… tumbling?... tumblring and…." He gave his brother a shrug, as if to imply that there was something else that could possibly waste any more time than tumblr, "I don't know, what else do people do? Wank? I haven't just been tublring and wanking for 12 months solid, I have actually been trying to sort this shit out, as well as, y'know, providing about seven major companies with my personal technologic abilities."

"A little bit TM of the I, dearest brother, but I think I get you … so this Omega thing is basically an unstoppable machine that's going to suck the Ootori Company dry and probably the whole economy with it. Good-o. Well I don't know about anyone else, but I would love another slice of that delectable Victoria Sponge."

There was another self-reflective silence as each went through varying stages of mental breakdown.

"I feel as though this would be when we would hear the tell-tale spin of motors, followed by a cackle of witch-like laughter—" As Hikaru considered mimicking the laugh that they all knew too well, the door to the room burst wide open, somehow making a 'graceful' slamming noise as it hit the wall.

"I HEAR YOU'RE PLANNING TO MAKE EVIL PLOTS WITHOUT ME!" Her voice was, if possible, more haughty than it had been in their high-school years, but her fashion sense had not changed in the slightest; bustling in in Victorian-era period dress. "I, your ever-faithful manager, have returned… returned as a saviour in your time of need!"

"Speak of the ruddy devil…"

"I was informed you were having a host-club reunion! I can only imagine that I slipped your mind when the invites were sent out!" Renge smiled smugly, squidging down besides Haruhi (all the while glaring daggers at Tamaki.)

"I guess some people never change," Kaoru sighed, smiling slightly. "And it's always the annoying ones."

"I'm sorry Kaoru, what was that? I couldn't quite hear you." Renge gave him the look of: 'I heard you perfectly well, but I'm going to make you squirm and try to think of any excuses you can so that I can beat you into a pulp.'

"…for such a small lady, your looks are damned violent."

"Small? I am anything BUT small!" She glanced habitually at Hunny, before realising that he was a man. It was a common mistake. Then she looked at Haruhi, who also wasn't that small and had a very womanly vibe. "Haven't you ever heard that it's what's on the inside that counts?" she huffed. "And anyway, it's not me we're here to discuss is it?" Her lip twitched small smile as she shrugged slightly, her eyes dropping to the table.

"So… now that we're all assembled, what're we going to do?"

"Well that's obvious isn't it?" Hikaru shrugged, holding his hands out in front of himself, one open-palmed, the other balled into a fist. He connected the two. "Nobody'll miss the bastard."

"Trust you to think that a spot of violence would cure the matter."

"What? It's not like we weren't all thinking it!"

Kyoya snorted. "If only. And by that, I mean, if only I had the confidence to punch a hole in brother's face." He smiled at the concerned looks shot at him. "Hey, I never said I liked my brother, did I."

"N-no, but you told Kaoru…"

Kyoya arched an eyebrow. "I told Kaoru…?"

"Ehm… you told me that I shouldn't talk bad about your brothers?"

"Ohhh, no, you misunderstand. That statement was out of date the day you knocked your noggin'."

Hikaru looked slightly concerned at the statement. "He did what to his what now?"

Kyoya couldn't resist rolling his eyes just slightly. "When he hit his head."

"Right, then why not say that in the first place? Going around confusing everyone with your fancy vocabulary."

"Ooh, ooh, I have an idea!" All eyes turned to Hunny, who was waving his arm in the air.

"If it involves feeding him cake, then I'm going to have to veto the plan, I'm afraid. My brother despises confectionaries of any kind."

"Oh… well it's lucky I have a back-up plan then! We just have to treat whoever sent the letter to Yuu-chan with cake!"

The room paused in their 'we're all just about to object you outright' before simultaneously reaching the same conclusion. "Who on earth is the secret sender?"

"Well frankly, I'm just flattered that you would invite me over for such a… an affair." Adrian Green's hand went to loosen his tie slightly as he found himself greeted at the door by nine pairs of evaluating eyes.

"Well I'd heard you were in the country, and since we did say farewell in a rather rushed manner, I thought I should let you greet the group you had such an interest in." Kyoya's smile as he ushered the man in was not unlike a cat's as it begins to toy with a captured mouse.

"How… kind of you." The Englishman's laugh was only slightly afraid as he was sat down at the end of a long dining table, in full view of everyone else.

"So this is the infamous Adrian eh? Definitely quite the looker, I have to say." Hikaru grinned as he saw the awkwardness descend on the man's face. "So. Adrian. Do you mind if I call you Adrian? How does it feel to be in a room where, potentially, anyone could take a fancy to you? Because, let's admit it, all of us here are attracted to the male kind. Even Tamaki's got a thing for the tomboys."

Ever so slightly distressed as to what he'd been invited to, Adrian looked between the twins, then glanced at the faces in the room. "Uhm. Well. Once again, I'm flattered, I guess, that…" He frowned, looking at the twins again. "I thought nobody was able to tell you apart? You're completely different."

Kaoru took up a mock exasperated tone, rolling his eyes over-dramatically. "Teeeeeeell me about it. I swear, for a school of our academic prowess, Ouran really isn't filled with the sharpest knives of the academic drawer… I mean look how long it took them to find out about Haruhi!"

"Maybe we're just taken too seriously," Renge suggested. "I mean, money, power… that's nothing, is it?"

"Definitely not!" Chirped Tamaki, resting his arm around Haruhi's shoulder. "In the face of it, money and power are nothing! They can be beaten!"

"Right… that's very poetic and romantic and all… but… what's this got to do with me?"

"Well you're the example aren't you? You didn't have money, power, status… anything, and yet, here you are, surrounded by some of the greatest of the great." Hikaru had taken back command of the conversation, smiling all the while. "What are your thoughts on money?"

"I… uh… well of course, I would be blatantly lying if I said I hated the stuff… I'm certainly living the high life, what wi-"

"That's great." Hikaru interrupted without hesitation, leaving Adrian looking ever so slightly lost. "So, Adrian eh. That's such a nice name to say. Ehhdoreahnn"

"Ahh well in England, we pronounce it Aydrehan." He tried to smile, obviously getting back into his comfort zone in the topic of Anglo-Japanese accents.

"Interesting, interesting. So, how're your computer skills?"

"I uhm… I guess they're okay? I can do excel, send the occasional e-mail or two…" Again he was frowning. "I'm really sorry, but will someone explain to me what's happening?"

"Have you ever heard of the Omega virus?" Question asked, the room fell silent as planned, all smiles discarded and replaced with deadly stares, all reading the man for any change in expression.

"Th-the… the Omega? That's… an uhm… Ancient Greek letter and symbol right? It's… uhm… used in physics and mathematics…but I don't know about any virus. Is it a new epidemic? A new illness?"

Half the room visibly relaxed whilst the others remained squinting. "He doesn't know." It could either be a question or a statement.

"I can assure you, I haven't the faintest idea what the bloody hell is going on."

"Shut up, British twat." Hikaru made a swatting motion with his hand, not even glimpsing at the man he'd just insulted.

Slightly outraged but holding it in, Adrian looked down at his placemat, thinking. "This' got something to do with the Ootori company, doesn't it." His sly, hungry smile had already returned by the time he'd looked up. "You've got a lead, but you can't follow it, can you. I was your…" he pursed his lips as he scanned the room, linking his evidence with the time, "oh, this was your fourth or five bottle of wine, and it's nearly nine, so I must've been your eleventh, twelfth guess... I feel rather disappointed that I was only number 12 on your list of 'the most suspicious people'."

"What, you think you're more innocent than twelfth?"

"Oh god no! I strive to be first in everything I do! I thought that the creeper-stalking would've boosted me higher, to be perfectly honest."

"Well it's exactly that that made you so low, Mr. Green." Kyoya took off his glasses, using his handkerchief to clean the lenses. "You're so fabulously blatant and hungry for attention, it'd be difficult not to see you."

"Hey now, I thought you were the intelligent one- weren't you the one who said it was difficult to get Intel on me?"

"Not after we'd met you, good sir. After then, you shone brighter than Rudolf's nose."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, if you were working with the evil brother of doom," Hikaru said matter-of-factly, "you'd've been all up in our faces like 'OH HAI THERE, I'M TOTALLY YOUR FRIEND AND STUFF.'"

Kyoya sighed with a lack of emotion as his palm involuntarily smacked into his face. "Great job, Hikaru. Great. Job."

"What?" One look at the realisation on the British man's face. "Oh. Shit. Uh… woops?"

"So it's your brother, eh? Well this is a real interesting development. Real interesting…"

A/N: *has very little technical knowledge and made up clever-sounding terms :D*

IT'S BEEN OVER A YEAR SINCE I FIRST STARTED 'REVOLUTION'! I want to thank everyone who's still reading this story after my amazingly rubbish update 'schedule'! I still don't think this story will end for a while, so I look forwards to your continued readership, and thank everyone for being so awesome; I've made great new friends and I can only apologize for replying so slowly.