Tamaki ran through the halls of Ouran, pushing passed other student without a care for their surprise or annoyance at him. He needed to get to class fast and find Kyoya.
He'd tried calling Haruhi last night, only to hear a cool female voice tell him that the number was currently not in use. He then tried getting his driver to take him to the apartment complex she lived in, but Shima caught him leaving and demanded he go upstairs and do his homework. All of Tamaki's protests were ignored.
Desperation increasing, Tamaki called his best friend, but couldn't get through no matter how many times or how many numbers he tried. The rest of the club had been the same, even his own father was unreachable. Tamaki slept fitfully that night, fretting over Haruhi's whereabouts and his inability to contact the others and who in God's name was this Gianna person and WHY WAS HE DATING HER?
His nightmares reflected this.
All in all, it was nota good night's sleep for Tamaki Suoh.
He frantically flew down corners and hallways, giving an audible cheer when he spotted the open door of his homeroom. Inside, he found Kyoya immediately, seated at the desk right behind him as usual and going over the textbook chapters of the day. Tamaki ran over and sat down, his chair sliding to the side from the force.
"KYOYA!" Tamaki snapped his fingers in the young man's face, desperate for answers and not caring when his best friend gave a low growl like an angered animal.
"You're particularly manic today, Tamaki," Kyoya said, closing his textbook. "Problem?"
"A big problem," Tamaki gave an overenthusiastic nod. "Haruhi's missing!"
Kyoya stared at him, an eyebrow arching slowly.
"We haven't seen her in days!" He went on, tears streaming down his face. "I tried calling her, but her phone has been disconnected! Kyoya, please tell me you know where she is and aren't telling me. Is she on vacation with her commoner friends or have she and Ranka-san gone to visit Misuzu-san or-"
"Tamaki!" Kyoya yelled and slammed his fist against the desk. Both actions instantly shut Tamaki up. "I don't have the time or the patience for a freak out today. Now, tell me calmly what's bothering you."
"Calmly…? CALMLY?" Tamaki exploded. "HOW CAN I BE CALM WHEN MY PRECIOUS HARUHI IS MISSING?"
By now, most of the students lounging around before class were watching Tamaki's panic attack. Kyoya was torn between feeling embarrassed for his friend or just plain annoyed with him. There was possibly a tiny amount of concern for his sanity in there as well.
"Tamaki, I have no idea what you're talking about," he said matter-of-factly. "Who is this Haruhi?"
"SHE COULD BE IN CAPTIVITY AND AUCTIONED OFF TO TERRORISTS AS A SEX SLAVE OR FORCED TO JOIN THE CIRCUS AND BE A LION TAMER OR what did you just say?"
Kyoya rolled his eyes while Tamaki came down from his screaming fit. Not that he felt any calmer after the bomb his best friend had just dropped on him. Kyoya shook his head.
"I don't get it," he growled, sitting back down and glaring evilly at the onlookers to get rid of them. "You're such an idiot, what does she see in you?"
"Wha-," Tamaki's mouth fell open and his hands moved rapidly around, grabbing at the air. This whole thing was devolving into a mess of bizarreness to the point where he expected Rod Serling to appear at any moment. He could even hear the creepy theme music in his head.
"Hey, everyone," he random kid Tamaki had never seen before ran inside. "She's coming!"
The entire class gasped and stood up. Two boys were hugging each other and squealing like fan girls. Another one had fainted dead away. Even Kyoya was on his feet, though in true Kyoya fashion, he maintained an air of dignity and superiority, even as a very un-Kyoya like smile spread across his features.
"Look sharp, Tamaki," he hissed to his hopelessly confused best friend. "Your girlfriend is here."
Tamaki just stared at him. "Girlfriend… you mean that- Kyoya, don't you see? That's what's wrong here! I don't have a girlfriend and Haruhi is-"
The door opened with a creek, allowing the new arrival to step though. Something about the graceful sound of her steps got Tamaki to look away from his friend and in the newcomer's direction.
And Tamaki wuz so happy because Gianna was being beheld by him. She wuz so beautiful with her ocean hair up in a huge pony tail that was huge and looked sort of like that one chick from Gurren Lagann with the big breasts only Gianna would never dress all slutty like that. She's way too classy and refined.
"Hi Tamaki," she said with happily, 'I'm back form my super secret assingment and I totally saved the world again!"
"That's awesomesauce," Tamaki cheered and swung Gianna into his big strong arms. "I am so proud of you, Gianna. I love You!"
"I love you too Tamaki!" Gianna screamed and huggled Tamaki to her bosum. "I also stopped in Milano and got this dress for the prom tomorrow night! It's mad by Vesachi and it's made of silk and diamonds and silver!"
It's look so great when your wearing it, Gianna!" Tamaki smiled gladly. 'You'll be even more of a goddess then you already are!"
Then they kissed and the school radio played 'Dance in the Dark' beaus that's totally Tamaki and Gianna's song! And evenone gasped and Kyoya wuz gealous but he didn't say nothing and everyone clapped for them.
"Well, I have to get to my super special advansed class now. Bye Tamaki!" Said Gianna
"Bye Gianna" said Tamaki with lovingly
"Bye Gianna: said everyone else expect Kyoya who wuz too in awe of Gianna's beauty to speak.
Then Gianna left and wuz escorted to her classroom bye the trained ninjas who followed her everywhere because she's important to the goverment and people are always trying to kiddnap her even though she's the best fighter in the world!
Tamaki jolted awake. Well, 'awake' may not be the best word since he knew he wasn't asleep. The best way to describe it would probably be 'came out of a trance'.
It made no sense! The second that Gianna girl had walked in, everyone seemed to lose close to 100 IQ points and start lavishing attention onto this, frankly, bizarre looking girl like she was the second coming of Christ. Even Kyoya had been doing it! He himself had been caught under her wicked spell!
And he still had no idea where Haruhi was!
"What is this," Tamaki muttered, running both hands through his hair as a vein popped out of his forehead. "What's happening here? Has the world gone mad?"
"I don't know," Kyoya snidely responded. "But you certainly have."
"Mr. Suoh," the Professor called out as he walked through the door. "Please take your seat."
Still frantic, Tamaki eyed the stone faced teacher and shook his head.
"I-I'm sorry," he staggered away from his desk. "I'm not- not feeling too well. I need to go."
Tamaki exited the room amid voices of concern and a teacher trying to call him back. He didn't care, all that mattered was that Haruhi was gone and everyone else had either forgotten her or completely lost their minds. The only shred of comfort he could derive from this was the fact that there was nothing else that could possibly make it any worse.
"Did you see Gianna-sama just now?"
Tamaki started at the familiar voice. He didn't need to see it's owner to know who it was.
"She looked so beautiful," Hunny-senpai went on as he and Mori-senpai came into sight all the way down the hall. "Her hair is so lovely today. But then it's always lovely, isn't it…"
The wistful tone of Hunny-senpai's voice bothered Tamaki immensely.
"Yes, it's true," Mori-senpai's reverberating voice answered. "She's like the ocean waves crashing along the coastline. Her beauty outshines all others. If she weren't Tamaki's, I'd make her mine!"
"Me too," Hunny agreed with a nod. "I love Gianna more than Usa-chan and cakes combined!"
"And I love her more than you, Mistukuni," Mori answered with a gentle smile.
Tamaki melted away and his brain underwent a figurative car crash while the twosome disappeared into their own classroom. In the few minutes it took for Tamaki's brain to reboot itself, his body slid further and further down until he was sprawled out on the carpet. Through the closed door of the nearest classroom, he distinctly heard a professor berating a disruptive student, saying "you need to clean up your act if you ever want to be as smart as Gianna!"
Tamaki sprang up, his breath coming out ragged. This was made worse when he took off running down the hall and out the front door. He fished his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed 110.
"Police Department," a bored sounding voice answered after two rings.
"Hello?" Tamaki could hardly keep himself from screaming. "You have to help me, my beloved daughter has gone missing! Well, technically she's not my daughter… I mean she is, but in the sense that I love her like a daughter. We're not actually related by blood, only by the bonds of love and-"
"Sir, could you pleaseget to the point?"
Tamaki flushed red. "Yes, sorry. Anyway, HELP! MY BELOVED HARUHI IS MISSING!"
"… Haruhi Fujioka?"
"YES!" Tamaki shouted back, not bothering to wonder how the dispatcher knew Haruhi's last name. "She's been missing for days! Please, you have to send every available officer to search for her. And all the unavailable ones too! I can pay for their services if necessary! JUST PLEASE FIND MY HARUHI!"
There was some shuffling and unintelligible whispering at the other end. Tamaki waited with baited breath, but at the same time jumped in his waiting transport and ordered the driver to go.
"Alright sir, could you please come down to the station?" The voice said, followed by another pause. "We uh… we need to take your statement before we can begin our search for your friend."
Tamaki nodded between deep gasps of air. "Yes, alright. Thank you."
Hanging up, Tamaki directed his driver to head for the police station. He then collapsed against the leather bound seats and stared out the window at the blur of passing buildings. His eyes traveled without truly seeing anything aside from his mental vision of Haruhi's smiling face.
'Where is she?' he thought miserably to himself. 'Why doesn't anyone else notice she's gone? Are they really so blinded by that Gianna girl that they've completely forgotten my Haruhi? And for that matter, who is Gianna, and why are we dating? This doesn't make any sense unless…'
Tamaki gasped and shoot up.
"Of course!" He shouted, then flew to the side of the limo when his sudden and very loud exclamation startled the driver and made him swerve to one side. "Ow… Gianna must know something about Haruhi's disappearance! Or maybe she caused it! Maybe she's some kind of alien sent to take over the world, or a robot clone from the future who has Haruhi captured for dissection. Or what if-"
"Suoh-san," the driver called out. "We're here."
Tamaki blinked, now noticing that the limo was stationary and the sign on the building just out his window read clearly: BUNKYO POLICE DEPARTMENT.
Tamaki remained dumbstruck only a second longer, then shot up out of the limo like a human sized rocket which then soared out of the limo, through the window paned double doors and into the station.
Sweating profusely, Tamaki took in his surroundings, feeling a growing sense of dread when he realized he was the only one in the room. No one stood behind the desk; no one was sitting handcuffed to the side; no one was answering the ringing telephone. Tamaki fought his eerie feelings and the ever growing urge to run.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
Tamaki heard a thump and whirled around, relieved to find a pair of police officers staring back at him, frowning deeply.
"Oh, there you are," Tamaki smiled at them and walked over. "For a second there, I thought I was completely alone."
No sooner where the words out of his mouth did the policeman closest to him suddenly grab him by the neck and pull him into a chokehold. Tamaki screamed, but it was cut off when the man squeezed his throat tighter. The Host King twisted around in the large man's grip, kicking his legs out in a vain attempt to gain leverage or possibly get the second man in the stomach as he came closer. Tamaki watched the second man pull a syringe out of his pocket and his already massive swell of fear grew. He fought against his restrainer harder than ever.
"No!" He choked out, slamming his head into the first man's barrel chest. "Let go!"
"Calm down," the second man smirked, removing the cover of the syringe. "This will only hurt for a few seconds."
Tamaki groaned, sweat pouring down his face. He was absolutely terrified, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet. He pulled up an arm and elbowed the man in the stomach once, twice, five times while the second man fumbled with the syringe.
"Would you hurry up?" The first man cried. "He's getting touch to hold on to."
With a scream, Tamaki brought his elbow down one final time with all his strength, digging the bone into the man's gut. The large man grunted in pain, his grip loosening for a mere moment, and Tamaki used the momentum to wrench himself free and shove the second man to the ground before sprinting out the door.
"Son of a BITCH!" He heard one of them shout. "Go after him!"
"We can't," the other man responded just as Tamaki ran out of earshot.
He noted that his limousine had mysteriously vanished, leaving him to keep running. He pushed past people going in the opposite direction, desperate to get away, but to where, he didn't know. He had no idea what to do next. Nothing made sense to him anymore.
Haruhi was gone, everyone had forgotten about her, they were all being hypnotized by this alien robot person Gianna Tsuki, and now the police were trying to kill him. Tamaki gave a nervous laugh.
"'Nothing could possibly make this worse," he repeated his earlier thoughts. "Shouldn't have done that…"
He slowed to a walk, still not sure where he was going but unable to run anymore. Tamaki wondered if he should go home or try to contact his father. Would he know anything, or was he brainwashed just like everyone else? It occurred to him that he may be all alone in the world now. Tamaki stopped at the crosswalk and waited for the red light to change. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around, only to immediately regret it when deep blue eyes stared back into his.
Tamaki's sadness went away when he saw his beloved Gianna! She was an angel, not literly cause this still isn't a fantasy fic but figertivly!
"Oh, Gianna!" Tamaki was so happy he almost flew. "How did you get her so fast?"
"I had my secret spy helicopter take me," Gianna pointed at her secret spy helicopter. "I just missed you so much!"
"I missed you too!" Tamaki kissed Gianna and they made out for a long time while people watched and played Dance in the Dark and everyone danced to it and stuff.
"Gah!" Tamaki screamed as the spell came off him again. "WHY DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING?"
Passerby stared at him, giving weird looks, but didn't answer his question. He looked up and found the VERY conspicuous helicopter had vanished completely. Almost as if it had never been there. Something else caught Tamaki's attention, a funny blue light out the corner of his eye. Switching focus, Tamaki gasped at the sight of Gianna's blue hair whipping through a human-sized vortex that gave off neon blue light and seemed to slide past the vision of everyone that wasn't Tamaki.
Gazing at the impossible sight before him sent something off in Tamaki's mind, and he ran straight through the vortex after Gianna. He didn't care where he ended up, be it an alternate dimension or Mars or a planet for evil robots or anything else along those lines. Tamaki wanted answers and by God, he was going to get them. He barely even noticed when the vortex closed up behind him.
A/N: Starting to get it now? See you next chapter!