"An evil flower that sprouted from love"

2:58 P.M.

Well…I have to say, I'm disappointed in you Kyouya.

Can't you at least shut up in the end?

What?! Here you are falling to your doom…slowly I might add.

Yeah well, maybe some of us aren't that eager to get burned alive.

Cool down dude! Seriously, if only you were this animated in real life.

And that is supposed to comfort me?

I'm serious! You'd have so many babes calling for your. Who doesn't love a sharp wit?

Whatever…

Kyouya was done contemplating, and was now interested in why he was not plummeting to his death. He looked down, and still saw the now rampant fire, while securing his weak hold on Haruhi. Or at least he saw orange. Lot's of it…

Contacts dude…seriously.

He shook his head to escape this train of thought, and only when he shifted his head he felt the hold on his collar, stopping his fall. He tried to look up, but only saw a blare of light, blinding his already taxed eyes. He tired to speak, but only croaked out a word.

"Nani

"Come now, stop babbling. I can't understand you you know."

The grip on his collar grew tighter, as he felt himself rising from the flames. He still had Haruhi in his arms, and noted she was still knocked out. Hopefully only knocked out.

He felt himself pulled onto a platform, but not before glancing at the wreckage around him. He couldn't tell, but felt he was observing what now used to be the second floor of the Academy.

The once pristine painted walls were now a gray, wood beams splinting through various areas. The floor was practically non-existent, as the carpeted halls were now burning to a crisp in the ball-room inferno below. The glass windows were blown out, and glass was all over the remaining planks of floor, and some speared into the wall. To Kyouya, none of this was bad, most likely due to his state of shock. He did however try to avert his eyes when it came to the people.

He didn't have to look to know what those screams and moans were. Some people were most likely now awaiting their fates as innocent bystanders in whatever had just happened. Kyouya's thoughts went back to he club.

Well my friend, it seems you and the girl got lucky. Who knows what's up with the others?

…

Come on man! I'm trying to help you look on the bright side!

And how is that bright? Hmm…Let's think about how everyone died! Tamaki speared by flying glass until his head right nearly comes off! Those twins are now burning alive their bodies thrashing about, the skin peeling off, to match their hair, which by now are scorched. Huni's tiny body is probably under Mori's, the two crushed to death under the ceiling beams. Every bone crushed, and most likely their limbs distorted and twisted. Hey, maybe an arm or too is impaled by a two-by-four!

Kyouya had enough. Thinking about them was only going to cause him more burdens to his now current situation. Not to mention eh still had no idea how the hell he was floating above all this and not dead yet!

He looked up and saw the bright light glaring brighter. He couldn't help but shudder under the change in atmosphere upon entering the…thing. It wasn't anything he's been in before.

Right upon entering however he felt a new wave run through his body.

Pain.

He tried to stifle his yelp as he tried to transfer his pain, crushing Haruhi instead in his grasp. His eyes were closed, but he could just picture what was wrong with him. The person who grabbed them both apparently did as well.

"My, my. Didn't get out of this unscathed did you? Trying to make my job hard? Honestly, after all the work I go through saving your lives and such…" Kyouya laid his head back, not trying to understand. The man was speaking in English, and he was in no state to translate it, no matter how good he was in the subject.

He turned his head and made contact with black jeans and boots. And what appeared to be the hem of a lab coat.

"Kisho...-."Kyouya hissed as he abruptly ended his sentence, still in pain. He shakily brought his hand to his front, right over his stomach. He knew it was there before he checked.

Blood.

His stomach was probably pierced he was sure, probably by a stray glass fragment and such. He also grimaced as he checked Haruhi, noting the back of her school blazer was red. He lifted a hand forward, relived to find it was all from his own body. He lowered himself back down one arm still around Haruhi's body. He raised his red hand to the bottom of the lab coat and tugged, to get the man's attention.

"Kisho…" "Hey!" The man jumped back, easily breaking Kyouya's grasp. "I happen to like this coat; I would appreciate if there was no blood on it!" He resumed typing in the new destination, while mumbling under his breath. "I still don't get what you're saying you know…"Kyouya gave up. It was useless.

So, what is Kyouya going to do now? This guy obviously is loads of help. I bet if you wish really hard, he might understand you! Come on, let's try!

Has anyone told you you're not really a people-person.

Actually…yeah. All time. Remember what great moments we had together?

But at least I'm not like that on the outside.

Hey, have you ever heard the expression, 'it's what's inside that counts?'

He found himself slipping back out of consciousness.

The man noticed as well. "Don't die on me now!!! I still have loads to tell you. I don't go around floating through the worlds for…" He stopped as he noticed the black-haired boy was 'out of it'. He sighed. "Lovely, just lovely. I just had to rescue the guy, and he doesn't know English, and is dying no less!" He gave the now two unconscious teens a look at.

The boy seemed worse for wear, most likely accounting for the glass shards and splinters impaled in his back and stomach. The man contemplated this to himself. I wonder if he knows about those… The girl seemed to get the better of it, only being blacked-out.
Although there are many injuries she could have on her insides you know… He threw these ideas out of his head. "I have to stop hanging around Cecile that much. I'm thinking about how bad these people could be injured…She's ruining my image!" A smile grew on his face. "And here I am worrying about my image when I have two nearly dead teens on my hands…" He looked down. "Err…feet."

Nevertheless he shrugged and typed in the date to his time, 2017. "Well, and I thought I wouldn't miss it." As his surroundings began to once again hum and melt away, he came with a thought.

"I can't believe it. I saved two lives, probably saved my world, and lived through a fiery explosion. And I haven't mentioned my lack of pudding once!" Lloyd looked back in disbelief as he saw the images of the lab melt back into place.

"Honestly, I do astonish myself sometimes…"