Poisoned.
Haninozuka Mitzukuni was poisoned.
Did that mean that Kyouya and Nekozawa were also poisoned?
There was no evidence of any physical violence.
Or even illness.
Tamaki Suoh watched the clear blue sky as he walked the grassy lawn of the Ohtori estate. He was going to look through his best friend's stuff. Maybe the shadow king's possessions will bring enlightenment.
The blond shook his head.
Two people from the Host Club have already died.
But why?
What did Huni-senpai have to do with anything?
Tamaki didn't recall Huni doing anything that might result into his death. Unless of course, they count the fact that he ate the poisoned cake.
Cake.
Haninozuka Mitzukuni's habit killed him.
Again, why?
The former host club king rang the doorbell to his friends' family mansion. The Ohtori's head butler opened the cold, metallic door.
"Good evening, Suoh-sama, Oujo-sama is in the study room waiting for you." the strong, raspy voice informed him.
"Hai, Arigatou." He replied as he entered the hallway and directly walked towards the room adjacent to the living room. He knocked.
"Come in." That familiar voice answered. Tamaki opened the door. Someone was seated at the gray-colored sofa.
She gave him a lonely smile. "How long has it been Tamaki-kun? Three years? Five?"
He answered by touching her shoulder and dropping a kiss on her soft cheeks. "It feels like forever. How are you Fuyumi nee-chan?"
The dark haired beauty stood up and hugged him. "He's really gone isn't he? Otoo-san hasn't recovered. He still refuses to name any of my other two brothers as successor."
The blond caressed her hair. "Mori…doesn't speak at all. Not even to Haruhi."
"It must've been hard for him." Fuyumi said as she wiped her eyes with the handkerchief Tamaki handed her. She sat down again and nodded her head at him.
"It was the cook who found him in the kitchen in front of a half eaten cake. According to the specialists, he was dead for more than two hours."
"So he died in the early hours of the morning?"
"Hai. They called the family and Mori hasn't spoken since. It was Huni's aunt who spoke with Kaoru and Hikaru's mother and Hikaru called Haruhi who called me."
"But why?! Why?! Why would he target the host club? How is that even connected to Nekozawa?! He died more than a year ago! And why would Kyouya be involved? And Haninozuka?!"
Tamaki closed his eyes, debating on whether to tell her his "theories" he decided against it. "I don't know."
She looked at him in the eyes. "Why would you want to go inside Kyou's room?"
"There are things,…I can't let go of." He said quietly, "I miss him, despite everything."
Fuyumi reached out and touched his hand gently, "I know."
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He took a deep breath and turned the cold knob.
"Here goes."
The room looked as it were before. Tidy. Clean. Untouched. Cold. Much like the person who lived there. Tamaki took in everything.
It looked normal.
As if any minute now, Kyouya will enter the room and do his homework on the table.
The blond smiled ruefully. "Life used to be so simple, didn't it? Okaasan? Where are you now? Help me. I can't let go of you yet."
Something caught his eye. A picture frame at the top of his friend's drawer.
The host club.
The school festival.
His lavender orbs studied the person in the middle.
He smirked. How could he ever have mistaken her for a boy? It was so obvious.
At each side of her were the twins looking mischievous. The twin on her right side was looking at her adoringly while the other was staring at his own twin and smiling happily. The blond couldn't remember when was the last time the Hitaachiin brothers looked like that.
Beside Hikaru was the lolishota, hugging his bun-bun. He smiled, Huni was so small then.
Mori was beside his cousin, impassive as always.
On Kaoru's side was him, smiling at the camera for the benefit of the girls.
Tamaki had to laugh. Did they really establish a host club back then? Looking back at it, it all seemed stupid.
But it was fun.
He touched the last person on the photograph.
The shadow king shall always be a shadow king. The brunet was beside him on the picture but he was writing something on one of his many black journals.
"Probably the days profit."
He didn't remember how that certain picture was taken. He didn't even know who took it. But he knew he didn't have a copy.
"Kyouya, you really amaze me, what treasure will I find I your room?" he stated aloud, hoping that someone will answer, yet at the same time, afraid that someone might actually will.
He returned the photo and climbed the metal staircase leading to the bedroom. Nothing there. Just the bed and the night table.
The blond opened the table drawer.
Normal everyday things.
Watches, eyeglasses, stuff.
He closed it.
The host club king tried under the bed. Nothing. Not even moth balls.
"Kyouya, where are your things? Journals?"
Tamaki sighed, the stop short at a painting of a large flower directly in front of the bed.
"Sou ka. You have a vault here. How could I forget?"
The blond removed the big painting and grinned at his discovery. Of course.
Now for the password.
He laughed.
6-3-7-4-8
M-E-R-I-T
The large vault clicked open. He stared in awe of what's inside.
About 50 or so journal notebooks and hundreds of envelopes. He grabbed and checked out the one with labeled host club."
"Are? Personal files?"
A history of each hosts life. Each file containing pieces of paper and pictures from infant to adulthood. "Kaasan, you're scary."
Tamaki snatched the entire collection and sat on Kyouya's bed and opened the first.
Fujioka Haruhi.
He furrowed his brow. Nothing he didn't know.
Personal information plus few details like Scared of thunder, Okama father, Likes, lace, history of cancer, in love with Umehito Nekozawa. The blond read it again. Same information. "In love with Umehito Nakozawa."
"Nani?!" He rubbed his eyes. His heart, beating faster than ever. He never knew. No inkling at all. He closed her file and opened another.
Morinozuka Takashi.
Servant turned cousin of the Haninozuka's, swordsman, silent, history of diabetes. Grandfather had war with the Haninozuka patriarch. In love with Haruhi.
"Huh? He loves Haruhi?! War with Huni's grandfather? I didn't know that. Maybe that's why he served Huni-senpai, as payment." He said aloud.
Hikaru Hitaachiin.
Spent two years in therapy because of drugs. Almost succeeded in suicide because of drug overdose. Found by his brother. In love with Haruhi.
"Sou ka. Is that why Kaoru's mad at Haruhi?"
Kaoru Hitaachiin.
Supposedly studied at England for 1 year but was actually entered into a mental hospital. Reasons unknown. Hates Haruhi.
Haninozuka Mitzukuni.
Cute but deadly. Secretly in love with his cousin. Would love to hate Haruhi.
The blond took a deep breath as he closed Huni's file. He touched the last Host Club file. His own.
Suoh Tamaki.
Known as the king, illegitimate child, probably the next successor of the Suoh empire. In love with Haruhi.
"That makes 4 of us."
Has SM tendencies,….
Tamaki dropped his file.
No.
It can't be.
Kyouya knew where his mother was?
"How come you never told me? Kyouya! Why?!"
Tamaki lay down on his friend's bed and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't.
He's too old for tears.
"Why have you never told me?"
His hand brushed something. Another envelope. He opened it.
Nekozawa Umehito.
Cat lover, blond hair, blue eyed. Sensitive to sunlight, Does not know of Haruhi's feelings for him, was engaged to Éclair Tonnerre. In Mori and Huni's class. Families are friends. 3rd honor.
"Éclair? Since when?!"
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"Before he died. We were going to get married." The red-head beauty informed him. "I'm surprised you didn't know. There were no formal announcements but I thought you of all people would know."
She handed him his tea. "I found him."
"What do you mean?"
"I was the one who found him in his bedroom."
"…"
"My father didn't want my involvement so it was all hushed but I was the one who found him." Tamaki watched her as she stared into space, "It was funny really, he didn't look dead at all. It struck me as odd that someone like him would leave the curtains open but I thought that maybe he was practicing for the wedding ceremony. It was going to be held in the church, you see."
Éclair sat down in front of him, "They said that maybe he just forgot to close them. I don't really know why I'm making such a big deal out of the entire thing. They said he committed suicide, but it feels wrong somehow, why would he?"
"I don't know." The blond answered. Careful not to say anything than what was necessary. "Why weren't you at the funeral?"
"Like I said, my father didn't want my involvement." She closed her green eyes. "I heard about Kyouya and Mitzukuni. My condolences."
He buried his face in his hands, "I don't know. Two deaths in a matter of 3 days. What's happening?"
She looked at him, "You feel it too don't you? How something isn't right? How we all seem to be walking on eggshells? Doesn't it scare you? I haven't been able to sleep properly since I heard about Kyouya."
"I know."
"Yes, you would know."
"Funny thing, love."
"Confusing."
"Irritating."
"Yet, we all seem to suffer because of it."
"Yes."
"Why did your father want you to marry Nekozawa?"
"He didn't like Kyouya." She smiled at him, "My father holds a grudge since way back when."
Tamaki gave a soft laugh, "Sou ka."
"It would never happen anyway, he loves Haruhi."
"Hai." He whispered softly.
The former host club king suddenly stood up. "He loves her, enough to die for her?"
He needed to read those journals. Fast. He faced Éclair, "I'm sorry, something I just need to do, I… I'll come back when I have the time I promise." He apologized.
Éclair followed him outside to the hallway. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to visit Renge-chan."
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A/N: Believe me when I say this: I'm probably confusing myself more than I'm confusing you guys. I'd actually write more if it weren't for the fact that it's 2 AM and i'm creeping myself out. (Seriously. The things about this fic which crosses my mind are so creepy.)
Whatever conclusion you come up with. Don't tell me. I'll steal it.
Thanks for reading!
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