It was another day in Music Room 3. In fact, the air in the room wasn't quite as dreadful as it had been in the past several weeks. The agony and anguish was gone, replaced by a stench of boredom that permeated the place as well as it six occupants. The Hosts weren't quite sure which one they despised most.

It was back to the same old routine the Ouran students had come to know so well since their King departed. Honi ate, Mori trained, the twins stared out the windows, and Haruhi read. This time it was Fanfiction. She'd just finished the 50th chapter of Gamera68's Rosario Vampire: Confession And A Vampire. Despite not liking supernatural stories(as the thoughts of skeletons and ghosts and creaky hallways always inevitably led back to thunder) she thought that the author had done a wonderful job of portraying the two lovers, Moka and Tskune, who also happened to be from an anime of the same title as the Fanfiction, (Hikaru and Kaoru's fault, she'd say. One episode of nothing but fanservice and the brunette was done) as well as make it seem as though they were real people, and that the love they shared was real. And chapter 16's Neko scene had her laughing uncontrollably until the lemons had started...that was where she'd begun to skip through the end of each chapter, as many contained a lemon.

(A/N: That is an actual Fanfiction of high quality, almost bringing me(who never cries at anything) to tears. I highly suggest it to any Rosario fans out there. You know who you are...)

At least now she could see why the twins had liked the anime so much.

Looking over at said redheads, she wondered what it was like for them to live in their own little universe. To simply be cut off from, at least it seemed, the rest of the world. Sometimes she'd say something to them and they'd completely ignore her. Were they that sunken in to the mindset of trusting only each other? Not that she could blame them. One could easily look at the twins and see how much they respected Tamaki and wanted his approval. How father-like he was to them. To have him run away from his self-proclaimed "Family" like that, without a second thought...It must've cut them incredibly deep.

That, and the knowledge that they'd trusted her, the one person they let into their world, to bring him back to them.

And she'd failed.

A horrific sense of guilt settled into the crossdresser. They'd trusted her. They wanted him back so badly. She hadn't been able to do that for them. It felt like a an open knife wound to know she'd failed them. Hikaru and Kaoru, the two Hosts who had done more than any of the others to adjust for the betterment of all seven, who'd unlocked that little gilded cage they sat in and let others in? They'd given up so much for her and she hadn't been skilled enough to pay them back.

Her wallowing was cut short by the loud crashing of the doors to the Music Room closing, then a quiet humming that she was sure was Shissou, a song by the band Last Alliance. Haruhi herself hadn't heard it, but she'd heard from Tamaki before he left that he and Kyoya used to blast it in the car together when the Shadow King was in higher spirits. And who else would it be at the door other than...

"Hello everyone," the perhaps-one-day Ootori heir spoke pleasantly to his friends.

Kyoya did not, in fact, have on his Ouran uniform. And, though she couldn't say she had any attraction to Kyoya, she definitely couldn't say he had no dress sense.

He was wrapped up in a large gray trenchcoat, the hem coming down to about the middle of his thighs. Some very baggy, black jean pants graced his bottom half, and a plain shirt of the same color covered him underneath his trenchcoat. And as always, his trademark (Intentionally) reflective glasses adorned his face.

"Kyoya?" Haruhi asked. "Are you...going somewhere?"

The Shadow King smirked and replied, "Well to tell the truth, we are going somewhere." He strolled towards the hallway that housed their utilities, and piping up a bit, yelled "MORI-SEMPAI! I WISH TO SPEAK TO YOU AND HARUHI IN PRIVATE PLEASE!"

A Mori-fied version of "be right there" resounded through the Music Room as a crack of broken wood. A few seconds later, the wild Host stood before them, sweating slightly from his training session and unwrapping his hand bindings.

"You called me?" the towering teenager inquired.

Kyoya looked up at his sempai, still smirking. "Of course, as said I need to talk to both you and Haruhi in private."

Mori shrugged. "Twins aren't listening, Mitsukuni is tied up in his cake. Doesn't seem to me that private is really needed."

He was right, as the twins were murmuring to each other and Honi was indeed stuffing his face with cake.

"A fine point. What I needed to discuss with you two is our trip to France."

Both of Kyoya's fellow Hosts let out gasps, though Haruhi's was a bit more audible.

"Sempai...you don't mean you're..."Haruhi murmured.

A confident flash ran across Kyoya's glasses. Haruhi was a dear friend of his, he admitted, but was she really that thick? Hadn't he already told her of his plans?

"You didn't think I'd make such a major statement as I did and not follow up, did you?"

Mori shrugged again. "Mind filling me in?"

"I'm bringing Tamaki back."

"He thinks he is. That jerk's not going to listen to a damn thing, Kyoya. He's completely under that woman's spell."

"Come now, Haruhi," the Ootori boy purred. "This is Tamaki we're talking about, but even he can't be as unreasonable as that."

"Trust me, Kyoya..."

"Nonsense! Tamaki's-"

"He called me a whore!"

Both commoner and Ootori went silent. Even Mori's usually stoic features crumbled after this.

"That French woman concocted up some lie of me whoring myself off to the five of you, and Tamaki believed every word of it! And I just..." she fell into a pair of strong arms and started bawling.

"I just...I couldn't do a thing!" she sobbed between sniffles. "It's like he's under some sort of mind control, and I couldn't snap him the hell out of it! I know it's not his fault, he's just stupid...but it broke me, Kyoya!"

She wanted desperately to add he told me he loved me, but Kami knows what kind of riot that would start in this room.

She cried for a few more minutes, during which one of the arms supporting her lifted a hand to her head and ruffled her hair gently, which told her it was Mori. When she was finished, she and Mori looked back over to Kyoya.

He was no longer smirking. His glasses completely obscured his eyes, and his face was dark. When he next spoke, it was in a deadly tone, like a viper.

"Well then," he hissed. "We had better get going. If not to bring the idiot back, then at least give him a good slap across the face.

"Are you two going to get packed or not? The plane leaves in about four hours, and all on my lonesome who knows what kind of trouble I might get into..."

That sentence entailed chilling prospects. Both Hosts knew of Kyoya's fearsome but somehow miraculously controlled temper. They also knew of the cold, blade-like way he could unleash it upon commoners, or at least those who he thought beneath his station. That could get him into trouble in France. Here he was Kyoya Ootori. There he was nothing, and his transition between those two worlds might go a bit smoother with the two more level-headed Hosts by his side.

They also knew they couldn't, however much they might want to, just leave Kyoya to whatever fate awaited him on that plane. They were his friends and he theirs, and they'd stood together through almost equally dim times. Now seemed as good a time as ever to keep that bond going.

It was an offer that, due to both their dedication to their friend and concern for his safety, they couldn't refuse.

"And now," the Shadow King started. "Activating Host Reserve."

"Excuse me?" Haruhi queried.

Kyoya ignored her, scribbling at the speed of light on his notebook, then ripping out two pages and handing them to Mori.

"Take one of each to Kassanoda and Nekozawa. They will know what to do."

Mori's long legs enabled him to be out of the room before Kyoya had even finished. Pushing up his glasses again, the Ootori boy turned to Haruhi.

"In answer to your question," he began. "'Host Reserve' was a contingency plan I had in place, just in case Tamaki ever pulled something like this. Before Kassanoda arrived, it was only myself and Nekozawa who were in on it, but it stated in the absence of three of more Hosts, all who were in agreement with me were to report here under the direction of myself. Seeing as I'll be with you and Mori, they'll be put under Honi-sempai's command."

"Why Honi?"

"Well the only alternatives were Hikaru or Kaoru, and we both can envision how that'd work out..."

Both chuckled, but at that moment Mori came striding back into the room. He said flatly, "Both agree," before continuing over to Hikaru and Kaoru.

"Hikaru," the wild Host said, no emotion reflected on his face. "Kaoru."

Both ignored him.

"You two will take care of Mitsukuni. You will make sure he takes his baths, you will keep him fit, you will make sure he brushes his teeth, you will get him to bed on time, and you will buy him cake. Is that clear?"

"Why should we?" Kaoru groaned.

Mori only need crack his knuckles once, and the shady twins shaped up quite fast. Then, with much less anger in his gait, the tall Host strode over to Honi, and knelt down in front of the boy currently devouring a third cake.

"Mitsukuni," he spoke softly. "I need you to listen very carefully. Haruhi and Kyoya and I are going on a long trip. Kyoya is making you the leader of the club till we get back. I need you to be a good leader, and treat the twins right. Nekozawa and Bossanova are going to be joining with us temporarily, trying to earn some money back. They need you to do good, alright? So do I, and Usa-chan, too." He pointed a thin finger towards the pink bunny doll lying forgotten in Honi's lap.

Honi wiped his mouth, and the loli-shota Host laughed like a baby before getting up to go and clean his now crumb covered uniform.

"Don't worry, Takashi!" he called from down the hallway. "If Usa-chan needs me, then I'll do my best!"

Both his tasks complete, Mori walked out of Music Room 3 down to his dorm, him and Kyoya exchanging quick nods.

"I should probably get packing too..."Haruhi trailed, her voice forgotten in the awkward silence.

"That'd be a good start," Kyoya replied before exiting for his own dorm.

Three and a half hours later, Kyoya, Haruhi, and Mori, stepped into the lobby of the Rushini International Airport(A/N: Not a real airport I love Fanfiction but not enough to go to Japan and find out how their airports work.). Mori, unsurprisingly, was carrying easily half the luggage in his immense arms, and not breaking a sweat. Haruhi and Kyoya hadn't been let of the hook, however, and each sported their own suitcases.

Kyoya hadn't changed, but Mori wore a green, sleeveless shirt with a few short pale blue lines running up the sides. Cargo pants, a vest to match the lines on his shirt, and black tennis shoes completed the look.

Haruhi had donned a denim pants(not a skirt only because the rest of Ouran still had no idea she was a girl, and Kyoya wouldn't risk it) and a pull down turtleneck with white and brown rows flowing down it.

All in all, nobody would suspect them (or at least two of them) of being the children of some of Japan's wealthiest families. A large screen hung from the ceiling in front of a bench, showing departure and arrival times. The three sat down there, relieved to be free of the suitcases they'd carried.

Kyoya pointed to a specific row on the screen, which spelt out in bright orange letters:

DEPARTURE: BUNKYO, TOKYO; 4:30 PM

ARRIVAL: BERLIN, GERMANY; 5:00 AM

"Sempai," Haruhi began, a confused tone to her voice. "What happened to France?"

"Well it just so happens that my father would be most unhappy that his youngest son boarded the first flight to France in a few weeks, only to bring back the one he'd worked so hard to send away. He'd most certainly send Black Onion men to guard that particular flight."

"I see."

She looked at the glowing orange letters again. 4:30 PM. Only about a half of an hour, and then they'd be on their way to go and rescue their King.

This was shaping up to be one hell of an adventure.

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