"With everything that'll happen after this"
2:58 P.M.
Tamaki couldn't help but think of what happened to Haruhi and Kyouya as he felt his body being propelled forward. Everyone and everything flashed by him, all molding into one outcome.
His death most likely.
It wasn't fair. There was so much he wanted to do…wanted to say. And this is how it all ends?
It can't be. I've gotten out of scrapes before! This is no different. Sure it's a tad more dangerous…but I'm not President of this Host Club for nothing. Tamaki… Suoh…that's…me…
SLAM
As Tamaki finally made impact against the wall he remembered the events leading up to this. My father…is dead. Still an unthinkable concept to him.
As if to convince him, Tamaki felt other bodies make contact with the wall around him, most to his dismay, already dead or dying. HE looked around anxiously, trying to find a familiar face.
All the extra weight however was straining the already breaking wall, and it fell forward to the next room, which housed the piano. The poor innocent piano… Tamaki watched as it burned. He knew he had to get out of here however, with the Host Club intact. He shakily got up, realizing staying down only assured becoming a burnt Suoh.
He reached for fallen beams for support, and almost blindly looked through the room. "Is anyone there? Hello?!" He tried to make his way back to the Host room; sure a majority of his friends still were there. As he approached however he felt his weaned legs buckle under him.
"Dammit!" He gritted his teeth. He could not lose. Not now. He had to be strong for his family…for mother…for his daughter…
I'm coming Haruhi. Kyouya hold on… He pulled himself up, but realized his legs couldn't move as he wanted. They splayed under him. "N-No…I have to go…" He struggled forward.
To many it didn't seem like this, but Tamaki really did value his friends over himself. He knew friendship won out in the end. It lasted forever after all. No. Nothing, not even this could stop him. The Host Club needed him and he needed them. Together, they were invincible.
He didn't even stop to think about his current situation as he found himself now half-crawling and half dragging his legs to his destination, the other side of the wall. He glanced about; glad the fire didn't spread to this place yet. It seemed the explosion came from behind, down the hall. To where Haruhi and Kyouya…
No. They're okay. We're okay.
He gritted his teeth once more and looked up, for any sign of life, any sign of familiarity. Jus as he glanced over again he noticed a pair of red-heads slowly struggling to get up as well. His hopes also rose.
"Hikaru! Karou!" He sped up his pathetically slow pace, trying to reach them. "You're okay." The pair of red-heads lifted their heads wearily, faces torn and bloody, along with their outfits. "T-Tono…" Tamaki smiled inwardly.
Ha! Take that you explosion!
He began to approach the twins. "Where are Huni and Mori?" The twins merely looked blankly at Tamaki before they began to collapse to the ground. Mumbling could be heard however. "W-We're not sure you know…Why don't you look for them?" Tamaki upon getting close to the twins checked for a pulse, the one thing he was glad to learn from Kyouya and his hospital chain.
Good. Only unconsciousness I'm sure. Now I just need to get to more, then we can begin searching for Haruhi and Kyouya!
Tamaki looked around quickly, for any hint of the two seniors. "Come now, you can't hide forever!" He tired to get up but found he couldn't. His legs still wouldn't cooperate with him. He collected all his strength, and then yelled once more.
"HUNI! MORI!" He coughed; the smoke from the other room began to waft in. Tamaki knew he had to get out, but refused. They all needed to be together.
Where…No. We're good. It'll be okay. It'll be-
SNAP
CRACK
WHAM
The next thing Tamaki realized was that he couldn't move his lower body at all. And that he wasn't in the Host room anymore. He looked around, dazed. Most likely as a result of him falling through to the bottom floor, of which he still was unaware.
He coughed, and realized he was covered in what appeared to be ash. After hurriedly glancing around however, he realized there was no fire.
Thank goodness for that…
Exhausted, Tamaki still tried to regain his surroundings and locate everyone. He twisted one arm and raised a piece of rubble to look under. After glancing he quickly lowered it down. He saw his first dead body. One that was currently impaled by various, large pieces of glass. Blood was oozing slowly out, and to Tamaki's surprise, on his left hand, which was still resting on the floor. For a sheltered boy like Tamaki, this of course was too much. He felt himself go sick, as he twisted his head to his left.
He coughed afterwards, and tried to crawl forward. Not a time to be disgusted with yourself, there's still hope!
Tamaki looked up and found a pile of rubble above him, precariously situated so that the slightest movement could cause it to collapse over him. He ignored this and moved on, looking for his friends. The blood now covering him forgotten.
To Tamaki it felt like time had simply stopped, since he was on a one-man mission. He turned over various pieces of debris, then slowly turning them back, wishing he never even looked. Still, he carried on.
It wasn't until he reached what appeared to what used to be a table did he stop. The table was twisted and mangled, and a chair could now be identified as only a curled ball of metal. Something about this told Tamaki he shouldn't look. His head was screaming at him to stop, that this was something he should not see.
He turned the table over anyway.
Time then rushed forward for Tamaki. Reality hit him hard, as he slowly lowered the table only moments after what he had seen. Hope drained out of him, and he just inched his upper body forward, legs now dragging afterwards.
It's over. Dad's dead. And I failed…
He found an exit out of the wreckage, but he just lied down in front of it. There was no role for him. Who was he kidding? He was doomed to die. He slowly closed his eyes, letting go.
Isn't this what you wished for anyways? Isn't it?
Yes…It is.
Tamaki couldn't help but cringe as his last memories filled his mind. What was under that table…
Dead…Dead…Dead
A black-haired guardian protecting his charge until the very end. That's real courage. All you did was inch around like an idiot.
I hope they went quickly though. It looks like it. I mean, I don't know how quick you die after having your neck snapped by a piece of ceiling, but I hope it was quick.
Dead…Dead…Dead…
A cute little guy with so much awaiting him, his life snatched away early. Hey, I bet he was still eating that piece of cake. Good for him. Still with one of his favorite things. Who knew such a tiny body could be hurt. He always protected this little guy though, even if it meant danger to himself. Who knew…?
Dead…
Tamaki slowly opened his eyes as he felt a shadow come over him. He still was lost in his own thoughts however.
Dead…
So that's two done, two to go. Almost three down considering the state he was in.
Dead…
Get over it. You're done. Accept it and move on.
Tamaki was ready to do that. As he tired however, he kept feeling he was getting kicked. He grasped a beam in front of him to support him as he weakly lifted his head, and creaked his eyes open.
A figure in what appeared to be Ball-Room attire or literal royalty stood in front of him.
The figure smiled and grabbed his arm, careful to knock off and dust the soot of him.
"Well. It looks like I found you. We should be getting off now." With ease unexpected by Tamaki the figure carried Tamaki out of the ruins, away from the harsh reality. He was walking quite fast, so Tamaki flew in and out of coherence. He felt daylight and the sun, and quickly closed his eyes from the light.
Past a crowd of people.
Past the flash of cameras and buzz from reporters.
Past the setting Tamaki knew too well.
This stranger now placed the blonde on the ground, urging him slowly to take a few steps on his own.
"Come now, you legs aren't broken my friend. In reality, you're not even all that injured."
Tamaki emptied his mind from everything he's experienced, and tried to walk to the stranger's bidding.
"Good, good." They approached a machine of some kind, not that Tamaki cared. The sooner he can get away the better in his opinion. He knew he would be grateful to this man who helped him out of there.
Tamaki felt his legs go out nevertheless in the booth-like machine, and looked up at the figure who rescued him. He was about to ask what happened, when the man kneeled down and blindfolded him.
"Don't fret, I'm not going to harm you. It's just better if you don't know where we are going. Understand?" Tamaki simply nodded. He didn't seem from around here, but he knew Japanese.
Tamaki struggled to glance at the man before succumbing to his exhaustion and the blindfold.
"Y-You look familiar…" The figure smiled as he finished applying the blindfold.
"Of course I do. It's all about connection you see. One that runs deeper than a bloodline." Tamaki merely nodded his head. He didn't understand correctly. He asked anyways however.
"Who a-a-are you?"
"Well, it won't help you since after you 'meet' with one of my friends you'll forget everything anyways and be of greater use…"
The figure looked to see the boy now unconsciousness.
"Decided it wasn't worth it after all? Smart my friend. Very wise indeed. But if you can still hear me somehow…"
The figure typed in the proper data and time, and began the process to send him back to his own time and place.
As the setting around him melted away to soon be replaced by an Imperial Palace he grinned.
"It's Schneizel dear boy…and don't you forget it."
okay peoplez. DONT KILL ME FOR KILLING OFF TWO MEMEBERS OF THE HOST CLUB. OKAY?!!?! it had to be done in my opion. you want to stop reading fine, but pelase don't bash and falme if you rieview, saying "how could you and such..."