Kyoya Ootori sat at his desk, glasses off to the side, paperwork for the Host Club scattered and just a disorganized mess. It's been about 3 months since Tamaki Suoh, Host Club King, killed himself and Kyoya has become a wreck. Sighing, he got up from his desk and walked downstairs and proceeded to go outside. Upon getting to the garage, he looked at his limo driver. "Cemetery. Now." He demanded. Kyoya jumped in the back seat and waited as the limo driver started up the vehicle. Once he heard the soft sound of the motor, he searched a box right at his feet. He found a pistol and the silencer for it. Stuffing the items in his over-sized jacket pockets, he waited for the seemingly hour-long trip to finish. He say quietly, planning every detail, right down to what he wanted to say. Ten minutes passed and he was at his destination: the cemetery where his best friend lay.
Stepping out of the car, he looked to the driver seat and the driver rolled down the window. "Go take the day off. I'll walk home." Kyoya muttered and the limo driver nodded and drove off without question. The mysterious dark-haired teen trudged into the cemetery and walked down the worn-down walkway. As he was walking, it began to lightly drizzle. Ignoring the downpour, Kyoya found Tamaki's grave. "Tamaki..." He started. "You're really stupid, however you're my best friend. I do not know how I lasted three months without you. Everyday at school, I would make a comment and then turn around, expecting you to make some ridiculous remark. That's when I remembered that you're gone, and there's no goofy blonde right next to me and there never will be again. Tamaki Suoh, you lit up my world, you made me smile, you made me laugh, you were my inspiration and..." Kyoya paused as tears slipped out of his eyes. "I loved you." He choked out. "That's why..." He pulled the gun and silencer out of his pocket. Locking the silencer in place, he spoke again. "That's why I'm doing this, and I have no regrets. A life without Tamaki Suoh is a life I don't want to live in." For a moment, Kyoya swore he heard Tamaki whisper three words in his ear. "Don't do it." Sighing shakily, Kyoya put the gun to his head. "Tamaki, I'll be with you soon, my dear idiot." He whispered. Click! The trigger was pulled, the silencer keeping the gun from making any noise, and Kyoya fell to the floor in front of Tamaki's grave. Within the moment, the dark-haired genius was dead.
Days later, Mitsukuni "Hunni" Haninozuka, Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka, Haruhi Fujioka, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin were informed. The five were in shock and depressed they had to attend yet another funeral. Upon visiting his grave, the twins, Hunni and Haruhi burst into tears upon seeing where they placed his grave as well as what was written on it. Mori himself had to wipe his eyes. Kyoya Ootori was buried right next to his best friend, Tamaki Suoh. Engraved on the tombstone below his name was "I'm with my idiot. I'm finally happy, mon amis."