Kyouya had been looking for Tamaki, as he didn't want the blonde to be late for class. What he didn't expect to see was his friend sprawled dramatically across the host room's floor, just coming back to consciousness.

"T-tamaki? Are you alright?"

"Uuuuhhhhh… n-no, I'm alright." He said, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head where it had hit the ground.

"Are you sure? My father does employ a personal team of over 100 doctors…"

"No, really- I'm fine!" He said, stumbling onto his feet.

Kyouya looked at his friend questioningly. Obviously, something had happened, but since it didn't seem like he was hurt physically, he decided to let it go for now.

"Okay… Just try not to be late for class. It won't fare well for your image as a gentleman."

"Yeah, I know, I know." He shrugged Kyouya off. "After all, a real gentleman like you wouldn't want your role model going sour. Such beauty and grace should not be wasted skipping school!"

Kyouya rolled his eyes, and just walked away. At this point, he didn't care if Tamaki WAS late, because it would be the blonde's own ego's fault.

Over on the other side of the room, a black door creaked open, unseen by the two hosts. An even darker figure peeking through the crack let a smile escape his lips, and Tamaki decided to leave. For some reason, a dark chill had filled the room- now it was time for him to go.

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THE NEXT DAY YO

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Tamaki was walking between second and third period, having primped enough between his first and second periods. He was alone in the sense that he wasn't in a real conversation- but at school Tamaki Suoh was never really alone. Always, a sea of yellow school uniforms followed him, belonging to the super-rich, super-beautiful damsels at Ouran Academy.

Sometimes, it was annoying to have so many followers. Surely, Haruhi didn't have the troubles a rich nobleman as him had to live with every day? And as for commoner's coffee, he was still surprised how true the rumor was- and how sad it was that they had so little time. But, of course, not as sad as his stunningly beautiful, rich existence that those such as Haruhi had never known.

So today he decided that he'd mix things up a bit. After all, didn't the twins do things like this all the time? He started running through the halls, the horde of ladies on his tail. He dashed around a corner, down the hall, abruptly around another, and into a random storage closet, which was really as big as Haruhi's house. He leaned on the wall, catching his breath. That was more fun than he expected- and certainly a lot of exercise! He began to take in his surroundings.

He knew he wasn't too far from the club room, so this had to be another abandoned room of some type- almost as if all the abandoned rooms were in this corridor. Weird coincidence, he was thinking, but was distracted by something MUCH more important.

None of the lights were on, making the place he was in look a little eerie. But that wasn't what drew his attention. What little light there was came from two candles on what looked like a hell's altar, with blood-red tablecloth and skulls and a huge spell book-like novel open halfway upon it.

It was then when he realized where he was- and he nearly screamed. A small sign over the altar read

"Welcome to the Dark Magic Club."