A/N: Well, I'm back with the next chapter. Do you like my new name? Huh? Huh? Huh?

It is Japanese, meaning, 'because of your voice' in English. I read the line in a story on the site and fell in love with it.

Well, that's the Japanese lesson of the day. I'll just get on with the story now.

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'Why was it so quiet?' Kyouya wondered. He opened his eyes and found himself in a dimly lit room. His eyes wondered around the room. It was a white room, although over time it had developed a yellow color. There were chairs on the floor, against three complete walls. He was seated in one of those chairs. The room merged into another on the fourth wall. At that point was a large crème desk. He felt himself begin to walk towards it.

"Excuse me?" he whispered to the air, upon reaching the desk. His eyes caught sight of a silver bell. He brought his hand down sharply. A loud sort of clanging sound echoed around the empty halls and room. He waited for someone to come running to serve him, but there was no one.

All of a sudden a loud wailing filled his ears. Kyouya threw his hands up, attempting to block out the harsh noise. Then there were men yelling, wheels screaming, and women crying. A group of people trailing behind a bed, flung themselves around the corner. Kyouya pushed himself against the counter, hoping not to be run over.

It was at that moment that he recognized quite a few of the faces trailing the hallway. In the front was a blonde boy. Tamaki! Why was he in a gloomy place like this? And next to him was Haruhi.

Kyouya wondered when they would see him. But…they didn't. The entire group ran right past him, without a single wandering eye turning to look at him. He sat there for a moment, his mouth agape. Then, without changing his expression, took off after them. After a few moments he found the crowd located in a small hallway, standing outside of a lit doorway.

Now that the group was separated he could see more familiar faces. There were the twins. They seemed to be chatting happily about something. Haruhi came over and joined their group. And there were Hunny and Mori. Mori had his same blank state but there was no smile on Hunny's face. Actually his expression seemed to match the one on Mori's face.

Kyouya turned back towards the twins and Haruhi. And now they held the same blank looks. It scared him slightly. Where was Tamaki? He needed to see Tamaki's smile. He hurried towards the lit room. He had to be in that room.

He was right. As soon as Kyouya had entered the room he found Tamaki. And himself. He stopped, frozen. There was Tamaki; he was seated next to the bed they had been rolling down the hall. He finally realized it was a hospital bed. And he was the one in it.

Everything else seemed to happen in a flash. The heart monitor gave out, the crowd from outside rushed in, and the doctor shook his head. "I'm sorry, sir. Kyouya is dead."

Kyouya watched as Tamaki stared down upon his body; the one in the bed. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked upon the hunched over figure of Tamaki. "Tamaki! Don't believe him!" He placed a hand firmly on the blonde boy's shoulder and shook his shaking form. "Tamaki! I'm right here!"

Tamaki turned around to stare at Kyouya. Kyouya emitted a sharp gasp and removed his hand from Tamaki's shoulder, taking a step back. His eyes…they were so cold and emotionless.

"Tamaki! What's wrong?" Kyouya was desperate for an answer now. Every member of the room had now set their sights upon him. He looked at each one, furiously moving his head. "Tamaki! Tamaki!"

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"Tamaki!" Kyouya screamed, sitting up quickly in bed. His breath was coming out in short gasps. It hurt his throat. Kyouya grappled for his glasses on the wooden nightstand next to his bed. His hands shook as he attempted to put them on. For some reason he just couldn't get them straight. A loud-or so it seemed-cracking sound reached his ears.

"Damn," he whispered, tossing the broken pair of glasses across the floor. His door burst open moments after he had done this. A dark head of hair poked its way in through the door. A pale face followed; and then a small voice.

"Master Kyouya," spoke the voice. "Are you ok?" Kyouya recognized this voice. It belonged to the oldest butler of the house. Not the eldest, but the man who had worked at the house since Kyouya was a baby. That practically made him the eldest, though.

"I'm fine," Kyouya stated sharply, swinging his legs off the bed. He buried his heads in his hands and continued talking, "What time is it?"

There was a pause before, "4 a.m., sir."

Kyouya groaned once and tossed his head back. "Please…go back to sleep. When morning comes please make an appointment with the eye doctor. I'll need an appointment for a new pair of glasses. Thank you. Goodnight!"

The butler seemed to linger at his door. At last he nodded and let himself out, closing the door behind him.

Kyouya let out the breath he hadn't known he had been holding. He carefully let his head rest on the wall, thinking hard.

What was that dream trying to tell him? Had it been a sign of something? Why were there faces so blank?

Kyouya let the dark waves of sleep wash over him. Although, one thought was still on his mind:

Would anyone cry if I did die?

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That question haunted his mind for the rest of the day. That dream plagued his thoughts. And his teachers and classmates could tell.

"Mr. Ohtori!" the sharp rasp on his desk brought Kyouya back to attention. His teacher towered over him, his eyes squinted and his brow furrowed. "Glad you decided to join us, sir. Please answer the question."

Kyouya's eyes darted around the room for a moment. All eyes were on him. He looked towards the board. Luckily the problem was up, and luckily he had done all the work the week before. He racked his brain for a second before casually stating the answer.

The teacher raised an eyebrow and moved towards the board. "That's correct. Now…" Kyouya let his mind wander again. Recently it was hard to keep focused on anything. A small piece of paper on his desk caught his attention.

When he picked it up he recognized the initials on the bottom as Tamaki's. His fingers unfolded the piece of stationary. There was Tamaki's familiar script. He assumed that at that moment Tamaki was watching him read the note, but he wouldn't know.

Kyouya had avoided Tamaki all day. It had gotten harder now that he was in class but he had kept Tamaki out of sights so far. He was so afraid that he was going to have that blank look on his face, like in his dream. He didn't want to see it again, never again.

The note lay open on his desk. He usually didn't read notes, but it wasn't as if he was actually paying attention anyway. His slender fingers ran over the note, trying to make the creases nonexistent. It didn't help.

His eyes scanned the few lines of the note. It said:

Seemed a little occupied today. Anything wrong? Mother should never keep anything from Father!

Tamaki had signed it, going overboard on the curliness of his curls. Kyouya carefully folded up the note and slid it inside a pocket on his briefcase. To answer Tamaki's question he just flicked his hand in the other boy's direction.

There were no more notes the rest of the class period. Kyouya was sure that more questions would come later. Now all there was to do was wait.

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"Kyouya!" The dark haired boy turned to find Tamaki skipping down the hall towards him. Classes were out for the day and they were both making their way towards the Host Club room.

He started when he saw the other boy. This was the first time he had actually taken in the sight of the blonde. But there was no blank look on his face. There was the exact opposite, a bright smile.

Tamaki skipped up to him and threaded his arm through Kyouya's and continued towards the music room. Kyouya simply sped up his pace to match the other boy's hops. They were silent until they stepped through the doors. As soon as they had stepped in the entire of the Host Club was upon them.

"Did you hear?" the twins shouted in unison. They both threw their hands up and stared hard at the two boys. One leaned towards the other and whispered something in his twin's ear. The former sniggered and put down his arms, turning away slightly. The other wandered towards Haruhi. Kyouya guess that this one was Hikaru.

"Yes did you?" Hunny yelled excitedly. Mori simply nodded his head at them.

"What? Did I win handsomest man of the year? Oh, they love me!" Tamaki went into his usual bout of drama. Kyouya simply wandered past the group and instantly began typing on his laptop. He drowned out the voices of the other members. Whatever was going on, he would surely find out about it later.

After some time his fingers stopped their rapid movement, actually they stopped moving all together. His mind began to wander once more, although for a different reason this time. It was the first time he had thought about.

What were his father's last thoughts?

Had he been thinking about the business, or his next partner? Or had he been thinking about Kyouya? How he might never see his youngest son again? Kyouya scoffed at such thoughts. Why would he be on his father's mind? Wouldn't it have been his other brothers actually in the car with him?

Kyouya jumped forward as a hand landed on his shoulder. His head came in contact with the laptop screen and his knee with the underside of the table. He curled his hand into a fist and snuck it under the table before turning around.

One of the twins was standing behind him. This one has a fist drawn to his chest and wide eyes, as if Kyouya's reaction had scared him.

"Ummm, Kyouya?" Definitely Kaoru by the sound of the voice. "Tamaki wanted me to come over and see what's wrong. He's a little tied up at the moment."

The twin stuck out his thumb and motioned to something over his shoulder. Kyouya tilted his head to find Tamaki surrounded by no less than eight girls. He was currently engaged in a heated conversation with one of them, a short brunette.

Kyouya simply shrugged at the sight and looked up towards the Kaoru. He was waiting for answer, but what answer to give? He wasn't planning on telling anyone about that dream, so what should he tell him?

"I'm fine," he finally replied, snapping his laptop shut. "Please tell Tamaki I'm going home. Shouldn't you be hosting?"

Kaoru looked about to object to his request when Kyouya shot the question at him. He looked at his feet and kicked at a scuff on the floor. "Hikaru and Haruhi are doing just fine." He repeated his gesture with his thumb, except for gesturing in the opposite direction.

And there were Hikaru and Haruhi, snuggled up on the couch and entertaining three girls in yellow dresses. He raised an eyebrow. They seemed to be a couple, maybe that had been the announcement earlier.

"Of course. Please pass that message onto Tamaki," Kyouya nodded his head once and picked his stuff up off the ground. "See you tomorrow." And with that he quickly made his way to the exit. He felt eyes on him as he walked. This only caused him to speed up his pace.

He gave a sigh of relief when he was finally out the door. But he didn't slow. He made his way towards the nearest bathroom. As soon as he got in he turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. Why was it so hot? He was burning up.

Kyouya pressed his back against the wall next to the sink. He slowly slid down it until he was seated on the floor. His throat burned and he couldn't keep his eyes open. What was wrong with him?

Kyouya let his head fall. Maybe he could risk a small nap. And with that Kyouya blacked out.

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A/N: Well……that seemed completely off the direction I wanted it to go. But I love the drama it added. So, I hope someone liked this chapter. Who knows where I'll take this. It might all end up being a dream. It all depends on my twisted little mind.

It might be a while until I get the next chapter out. Classes start in a few days and I'm trying to pack as many fun things as possible into my schedule before then.