Ichigo: You're all magnificent people! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! Now, on with the next chapter! As promised, I will reveal a major secret in this chapter.

Haruhi stared out her bedroom window dismally. It had been almost a week since she had come to the Ootori home. Since then things had only become more confusing. Why was Kyouya's mother in jail? Why did Kyouya invite her to stay at his house? And how did Fuyumi die?

The questions seemed like they could never be answered. Haruhi peered over at the clock which read 10:43 AM. It was a Saturday. Haruhi sighed once again. She was bored.

She wandered out of her room, fiddling with the buttons on the end of her sleeves. Haruhi had planned on asking Kyouya if he would like to go on a walk with her… but she never made it that far. She knocked softly on the door.

Silence.

She knocked once more; firmer this time.

Silence.

"Kyouya-senpai?" She gingerly pushed open the door. When opened she found Kyouya laying face-down on the floor! "Senpai!" She shouted in fear and confusion. She rushed to his side, while flipping him onto his back. "Senpai!?" She repeated while shaking him. His eyes were dilated, and seemed to stare into space.

Haruhi was in a panic! She had no clue what was wrong with him. That was when Akito had stopped at the door. "Akito? Please? I don't know what's wrong with him!" Haruhi spoke the words with a wavering voice. She was frightened. Kyouya jolted in her arms, and shook violently.

"He's fine." Akito claimed. Haruhi's eyes widened in disbelief. "This happens all the time." Haruhi shook her head.

"No! Look!" She was afraid that he might not be understanding her. "H-he's-"

Akito sighed, wandering into the room, he took Haruhi by the wrist.

"Come on." He said softly, while dragging her away from Kyouya. She reluctantly followed. They stopped downstairs in the living room, and Akito took a seat on the couch. Akito motioned for her to have a seat in one of the chairs, but she declined.

Akito sighed inwardly. "Fujoika-san," He began. "The Kyouya you are familiar with at school is not the same as this one." Haruhi already knew this, since she had been with him and the host club after school hours, where Kyouya's host smile would turn into that of a plotting demon. She nodded. "Kyouya is sick."

Haruhi's eyes widened. "I-is he dying?" Haruhi almost didn't want to hear the answer.

"No." She sighed in relief. "It's an addiction." Haruhi listened carefully. "It's been like this since Fuyumi's death." He paused with a soft look in his eyes. "He hasn't been the same since…" He paused once more. "He's addicted to narcotics."

Haruhi let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Her knees went weak, and she plopped down on the crisp white chair. Akito shifted uncomfortably while adjusting his red neck-tie. A few stiff minutes passed between the two before Haruhi finally spoke again.

"Please… How did Fuyumi-san die?" She asked grasping the end of her green shirt. She looked at him with her large brown eyes, filling to the brim with worry. Akito sighed, averting his gaze to a large window, where wind blew through cherry blossom trees, bringing pretty pink petals into the air, that looked gorgeous against the fresh blue sky.

"Fuyumi Nee-san," He began while taking his own seat across from her on a soft chair. "Was murdered." Haruhi choked. "The murderer was caught of course." Akito assured her. "But Kyouya has never gotten over it. Since then he's been like this."

Haruhi sighed deeply. Her heart sank. Unbeleivable! She knew this was nothing like Kyouya! Nothing like him at all.

(for later)

"Our mother was a pedophile." He stated with venom in his voice. Haruhi's eyes widened. Suddenly, she didn't want to hear anymore. "Two years ago she was arrested for sexually abusing Kyouya."