Years ago:

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"I'm sorry Hikaru, I just don't feel that way about you. I love you, just not the way you expect me to." Haruhi tried to touch his hand, the twin pulled away.

"Hikaru!" she called. He never looked back.

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"Senpai," She called the tall, dark man who was headed her way when the red-head left. "Do you think that was wrong of me to let him down like that?"

"You should not force yourself to love somebody you do not." Morinozuka Takashi answered silently, he touched his hand on her head. Haruhi leaned against him, feeling the need for comfort.

"I just don't see him that way. Why is this happening to us?" she asked aloud. "First, it was Tamaki and now…"

"You are easy to love." He answered simply.

Haruhi felt tears pour from her eyes. "I'm breaking the Host Club up aren't I?" she whispered to him.

"Maybe it's time for us to let each other go."

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"Hikaru." Kaoru called out, "Hikaru, it's been 2 years, you have to stop this insanity!" he told his older brother. "Look at you! You didn't use to be like this!"

"Leave me alone!" Hikaru shouted, Kaoru tried to take hold of the white substance.

The older twin pushed him away. "I said leave me!"

He sat down on the floor beside the bed watching his brother waste his life away. "I hate you Haruhi! How dare you do this to us! Someday, I'll get back at you, I swear it on my life." He thought feeling his blood boil at the mere thought of the woman who destroyed his twin's life.

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"I love her." Tamaki spoke softly, "So do you."

"This will not work out will it?" Kyouya asked him, "We'll destroy each other trying to win her love."

"What happens now?"

"You tell me."

"She doesn't love me."

"I'm sorry."

"Are you really sorry Kyouya? Or do you feel happy inside?" The blond questioned his friend, it was an honest question, devoid of any maliciousness.

The shadow king gave a little smile. "A little of both."

"I see. I pray that you find the courage to confess."

"Now is not the right time. I am not yet the head of the company. Business first."

"You really are one of a kind Kyouya, sometimes I wonder if you really have a heart that can love."

The brunet closed his eyes. "Everyday that passes, we all seem to be drifting apart." He commented.

Tamaki looked out the window of his friends' bedroom, he placed his cup down the kotatsu and stood up. "Life never turns out the way we expected it to. Why is that?" he asked aloud.

"I thought you'd have realized that a long time ago."

"It hurts."

"I expect it does. Love usually hurts."

"It does, doesn't it? You'd think I'd know that by now."

"Lessons aren't learned in a day."

"I'll see you Kyouya." Tamaki smiled sadly at his friend.

The brunet escorted him to the front door. "Take care."

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"You like Haruhi don't you?" Mitzukuni asked the silent man beside him.

Takashi glanced at his cousin, he didn't bother to deny. "Ah."

"Why don't you try? She might love you back."

"Ah."

The former lolishota caught a glimpse of himself in one of the mirrors at his home, his honey blonde hair had darken, his eyes, although still brown, are more pronounced, he grew more than 7 inches since High school.

"Things changed so fast." He commented. Feeling lonely.

"Hai." The dark man replied. Mitzukuni sighed.

"So did you."

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At Ouran during high school days:

Nekozawa stared at the person in front of him, something was not right about that guy. He approached him.

"Haruhi." He spoke softly. She stood up from the bench at the center of the Ouran garden. "You're a girl aren't you?"

The said girl smiled at him, "Hai." Then looked up the sky, "You don't mind the dusk?" she asked him.

"As long as there's no sun." he answered, "Why did you dress up as a guy?"

"Long story." Haruhi replied, "I don't mind if you know."

He sat beside her, "Is everything alright?"

"Hai." She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "Everything's fine."

Umehito gave her a rare smile, "As long as everything's fine."

Haruhi studied him, "Don't you feel tired of having to hide yourself under that black cloak?"

"Sometimes, but I realize that there are more people out there who are suffering more than I do. What right do I have to complain?"

"I never looked at it that way before." She said, then smiled as he handed her a red rose he picked from the garden.

"What's this for?" she asked, taking the flower.

"You're a very beautiful woman Haruhi, you shouldn't disguise yourself as a man, you deprive other people of the chance to love you as a woman." He whispered softly before he left her.

She stared at his retreating back, feeling her cheeks flush.

"You're different from the rest of them senpai."

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Present:

Tamaki Suoh can't breath. It was too much, he was not even given the chance to talk to his friend before he died. Someone shook his shoulders.

"Tamaki." His father called out, "It's time to leave. We need to give the family the time to grieve."

"I don't understand, how did he die? Why did he die?"

"He had a heart attack. The family was not expecting it."

"But Kyouya had no heart failure or any heart disease! How can this just happen?"

"The doctor said he was too stressed. When a person is stressed, it is not impossible for him to succumb to pressure."

"But…"

"Tamaki. It's just one of those things in life that we have to accept. Come, we shouldn't overstay our welcome. I don't think Kyouya's father have accepted the death of his successor."

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"How can he die just like that?!" The younger Suoh paced his room, "I don't understand." He sat down on his sofa and dialed his office number. His secretary answered.

"Han-chan, I will not go to work today please reschedule everything on my appointment book."

"But sir, Mr. Ohtori ha—"

"Mr. Ohtori is not around anymore." He said before placing the phone down.

"Kyouya, why does it feel so sinister?"

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The interment was a gloomy affair. Nobody dared to question the sudden death of the Ohtori president. Tamaki watched his friends' who were silently grieving for Kyouya. Huni and Mori were at the other side of the room, looking lost. The twins were standing together somewhere in the back. Haruhi was beside him.

"Why do we only see each other at funerals?" she asked the blond.

"Don't talk like that." He whispered. "Please."

"I'm sorry, I guess I am a little bitter about all of this."

Tamaki tried to stop the tears falling from his eyes. "It's too late to be bitter."

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He arrived home feeling alone. "Kyouya, you called for a reason didn't you? Were you trying to tell me something?" Help me!"

The blond opened the door to his bedroom and immediately noticed his cellphone, almost under his bed. He rarely carried it around anymore. His secretary usually informed him of anything that's of importance. Tamaki found that he didn't really have much use for a personal phone. He approached the bed and leaned down to retrieve it.

"When was the last time I used this?" He mentally asked himself, he flipped it open.

No battery.

Tamaki took his charger from the drawer and connected it to power. He tried opening again.

Beep.

Beep.

2 messages.

13 missed calls

Kyouya Ohtori.

He burrowed his brow, "Kyouya tried calling my cell?"

He opened the first message.

-Damn it Tamaki! Pick up! I have something I need to discuss with you!-

He checked the date. The day before he died.

"What?" he said aloud. His heart started beating faster. He opened the second message.

-Idiot! Did you leave your phone?! Call me as soon as you can, I need to discuss to you about Nekozawa's killer.-

His heart stopped. Nekozawa's killer?

Nekozawa was murdered?

Kyouya knew?

Then if that was the case, Kyouya didn't die of heart attack.

Tamaki Suoh felt weak.

"His best friend was-"

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A/N: Forgive my lame attempt at mystery. This is the first time I even tried, so, I'll just continue in hopes of improving. If I do improve, Hurray for me, if not, oh well, no problem, I can always try and try and try…

Thanks for reading.