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Where Did Shun Go?

"I am afraid the number you are trying to reach is unavailable right now. If you would like, please leave your message after the—"

Hikaru growled, hung up, then tried again. The host club was gathered around him, foolishly hoping that maybe this time Shun would pick up the call. This was the eleventh day she had been absent since her injury, and the only form of communication she had provided was one voicemail sent to Haruhi that simply said: 'I'm fine.'

"I am afraid the number you are trying to reach is unavailable right now. If you would like, please leave your mess—"

"Damn it!" Hikaru snapped his phone shut. "Why isn't she answering?!"

"Calm down, Hikaru!" Tamaki scolded. "She's still recovering, we shouldn't be bothering her! Right, Haruhi?" He looked at her hopefully, as if she could somehow magically reveal the answer.

Haruhi exhaled and pinched the bridge of her nose, a habit that was unusual of her. "I don't know. It's not normal for her to act like this. Usually when she gets an injury, she goes to the doctor, rests, then moves on. I don't..." Haruhi looked out the window aimlessly. "I don't know what's happening."

Tamaki turned to Kyouya. "Kyouya, have you tried contacting Shun's parents yet?"

He nodded. "I called Akio two days ago. He said that she was at a doctor's appointment that day, and I can confirm that. Based on the hospital's records, she actually went."

Haruhi sighed. I'm not even gonna ask. Then, drawing her phone out of her pocket, she flipped it open and began pressing buttons. "I'll call him right now. He might know if something happened."

Before the dial even rang once, the call was intercepted. Immediately, everyone perked up, a chorus of 'Who is it?' echoing among them.

Haruhi stared in disbelief. "It's Uncle Akio!" Quickly, she held her hand up to shush the hosts before answering the call.

"Hello?"

"Haruhi, it's Akio. Where are you right now?"

"I'm at school, why? Did something happen to Shun?"

"No, but... she's not in a good place right now."

Haruhi's grip on the phone tightened. "What do you mean?"

Akio didn't speak for a moment. Then, after a beat of silence, he said, "Please, just... come here as soon as possible."

The dial tone echoed throughout the room. Haruhi stared at her phone screen in utter confusion. Then, she yanked her bag over her shoulder and rushed out of the room. Behind her, the hosts followed in utter disbelief.

"Haruhi, what's going on?" Tamaki asked, worry lacing his tone.

"Something's wrong with Shun!" she responded, her expression uncharacteristically concerned. "I need to get to her quickly!"

Without missing a beat, Kyouya flipped his cell phone open. "I'll call for a car," he said calmly.

Stopping, Haruhi turned to him with a hesitant look, but after a moment, she nodded, and they stopped at the front gates of the school.

After an unbearably long car ride that featured Tamaki chewing down to the beds of his nails, the car finally pulled into the familiar driveway of the Inoue household. Haruhi rushed out immediately, not even bothering to pick up her school bag. The hosts trailed behind her, all in a similar state of worry.

Haruhi knocked twice before testing the doorknob. Finding it unlocked, she quickly swung the door open.

Akio stood in the kitchen, gripping the wooden countertop with white knuckles as the teapot's high-pitched squeal erupted next to him. At the sudden intrusion, he turned around, relieved, but his expression soon morphed into one of anger at the hosts' entrances.

"I didn't ask for you. Get out," he ground out between his teeth. The hosts were taken aback, and even Haruhi seemed torn between her devotion to her family and her appreciation of her friends.

As Akio stomped towards them, seemingly about to throw them out, Hikaru bravely stepped out from the group. "Where's Shun?" he asked sternly.

"Are you deaf, or just stupid?" Akio growled, his face inches from Hikaru's. "I told you to leave. I don't want you here."

A light of defiance flickered through Hikaru's eyes. Without wavering, he met Akio's gaze and calmly said, "That's most likely true, but we're her friends. We're not going to abandon her. Not now, not ever."

Akio stepped back slightly, surprised at his response. His expression softened, although his chin still held the light shadow of a grimace. Sighing, he leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. He jutted his chin in the direction of the staircase. "Upstairs, make a left. First door."

Nodding in understanding, Hikaru turned away, Haruhi and the other hosts gaping in awe at this newfound side of him. As they made their way up the stairs, Kaoru grasped Hikaru's hand. It was trembling slightly, the adrenaline coursing through Hikaru's veins mixing with the slight worry he had for Shun.

Once they reached her door, Haruhi motioned for the others to be silent, then gently rapped her knuckles against the fading wood. "Shun?" she said quietly, her voice steady and calm. "It's Haruhi. Uncle Akio said your injury wasn't doing so well, so I thought I'd come over."

The hosts waited with baited breath, desperately hoping for a response. Then, quietly, a raspy voice echoed from behind the door.

"Haruhi?"

At the sound of Shun's voice, they all breathed a collective sigh. A clicking noise sounded, and the door opened only a sliver.

The moment of relief felt by the host club was just as quickly whisked away by the sight they were met with. Through the tiny opening allotted, they could see the room in complete disarray. It was as if a hurricane had swept through it. Schoolbooks were scattered about, their pages crumpled. There was trash everywhere (mainly empty snack wrappers and soda cans), as well as pastel white bottles with the remnants of torn labels on them.

But the worst sight was that of the person in front of them. Shun's eyes were soulless, her skin ghostly pale. Her cheeks were hollow, framed by unkempt brown hair. Even worse, there was a flaming bruise that was painted over her entire shoulder, with patches of sickly purple and green-tinted yellow.

As soon as Shun recognized the host club's presence, she slammed the door shut and shoved her body against it. No, no, no, no, no! They can't see me like this, not like this! Not him, anyone but him...

Immediately, Haruhi called for Shun. "Shun, what's wrong? You haven't been in school for a week, what happened? Please, open the door!" She attempted to push against the door, only to be roughly shoved back again.

"Nothing's wrong, I promise!" Shun answered. "Everything's fine, I'm just a little sick is all, so you can leave. Don't worry about me!"

"Shu-chan, are you sure?" Honey asked innocently. "Maybe a piece of cake will make you feel better!"

"I don't think that will help, Mitsukuni," Mori said. Honey looked confused, as if the thought that sweets couldn't solve everything never crossed his mind.

Just the thought of sugar made Shun want to throw up. "N-No thanks, Honey-senpai, I'm good. I think I just... need some time alone. I'll be okay!"

Noticing a waver in her overly cheery tone, Hikaru attempted to push open the door. "That's bullshit and you know it!" Shun flinched at the accuracy of his remark. "I'm not an idiot, I can tell that something's wrong, so just open the door already!"

A sudden rush of anger flooded Shun's senses. "Who the hell do you think you are, trying to just barge in here! I said I'm fine, and I mean it, so just leave me al—" In that instant, a surging pain rushed through her body like magma. Her muscles seized all at once, as if they were being tightly wound around a spindle by an unseen force. A cold sweat took over her, and she breathlessly collapsed against the door.

With Shun's strong force gone, Haruhi and the hosts burst through the doorway. Instantly, Haruhi was by her cousin's side, attempting to ease whatever was causing her pain.

Tamaki, in his rush, accidentally knocked over a large pile of strange white bottles. Picking one up absentmindedly, he gazed at Shun with a puzzled expression. "Shun, what are these?"

Shun curled her knees into her chest and covered her face with her hands, pulling at her hair in anguish. "I tried, I tried! I tried everything I could, but it didn't work!" she yelled to the air, before dissolving into a quaking puddle, muttering the phrases 'didn't work' and 'I tried' over and over again.

When Shun didn't elaborate further, Kyouya carefully picked one of the ambiguous white containers up, holding it between his forefinger and thumb. Then, his eyes widened with sudden realization, and he immediately pulled out his phone and began dialing a number.

Hikaru, who was crouched beside Shun with a comforting hand on her shoulder, stood up alertly. "What? What is it? What's wrong?"

Holding the phone up to his ear, Kyouya turned to Mori. "Take Shun to the bathroom. Get a cold compress and try to control her breathing."

"Wait, Kyouya, what's going on?" Tamaki asked. His question went ignored as Kyouya began speaking urgently into his cell phone receiver. This only caused him to inquire more and more incessantly, causing Kyouya to snap.

"My god, can you be any more oblivious? These bottles are ibuprofen and acetaminophen, all with the same purchase and expiration date!"

A crease of worry appeared on Tamaki's forehead at his inability to understand. "What does that mean?" he pressed urgently.

"It means she's overdosing!"

The instant Kyouya uttered the words, a horrified look came upon Haruhi's face, and she darted into the bathroom. There on the marble-tiled floor lay Shun, her body crumpling closer into itself in an attempt to quell the burning pain in her chest and stomach. Her eyes seemed empty, unaware of the tears falling in rivulets over the bridge of her nose, focused solely on the space below the sink and nothing else. Surrounding her was a translucent blue fluid—the remnants of the cold compress that seemed to have been torn open and thrown behind her head. Mori knelt beside her hesitantly, unsure of what to do and, probably for the first time in his life, genuinely fearful of what could happen.

Quickly, Haruhi took Mori's place, gently resting Shun's head in her lap. Even when Shun heaved an obscene amount of bile on the sticky floor, she did not flinch or move a single centimeter.

Just as the distant wailing of the ambulance began to make itself heard, Akio burst into the room, adding to the already established chaos.

"What the hell is going on?" As his eyes fell on the sickly body of his daughter, the host club parted down the middle and he rushed towards her, delicately cradling her in his arms as if she were a wounded bird and mumbling pleas under his breath.

Then, Shun moved. It started as a slight twitch of the fingers, then slowly, surely, she lifted her left arm. The right one stayed curled into her chest, acting as a protective barrier from an imagined danger.

Her hand strayed out weakly, like a child eagerly grasping for a toy. Tears dripped down her cheeks as she stretched farther, fingers outstretched and grasping at the air. Everyone followed the direction of her hand, and she reached... for Hikaru.

Hikaru was stunned at first, not at the fact that she was reaching for someone, but at the fact that it was him.

Then, quietly, he knelt down, softly intertwining his fingers with hers and covering them with his other hand. Shun smiled, a lilting grin lopsided with fatigue, bright enough to dissipate the tears streaming down her face.

And she passed out.

What's happening? Everything hurts. It hurts so much. I want it to go away...

What's that loud noise? Agh, it's too loud in here, why can't it just be quiet? It's a freaking bathroom!

Someone's holding me… Dad? Why are you sad?

Wait... who's that? I know that person... Hikaru!

Hikaru's here! He's here...

Why do I feel so happy?

Am I crying?

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