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Conversations: Part I
Kyoya

"You've got to be joking."

"Joking? I'm serious! We should create a-"

"Don't say it. Don't say that horrific thing again. Do you not comprehend the magnitude of our responsibility as students here? We don't have time to waste flirting."

"But we could run it on our off time," his lip started to tremble as his eyes morphed into those of a puppy.

"No."

Huff.

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"I'd make you vice president."

"I said no."

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"Well, well I'm pulling rank! Your meister says that we're going to open a host club!"

"You can't pull rank over something trivial."

"It's… it's not trivial."

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"I'm leaving."

"Bye."

Slam!

Sigh.

"Finally, he's gone."

Kyoya pushed his glasses up. He closed the textbook and began rubbing his forehead.

You're going to have to agree next time if he brings it up.

Another sigh.

Father told you to make Mr. Suoh's son happy.

"No matter what."

"What do you see?"

"Well, they're not in sync. It appears the three of them hate each other."

"I thought that was going to happen."

"You know, my Black Magic Club should have something -"

"Nekozawa, I'm not interested in your spells and curses. Oh, and do be sure to refer to Haruhi as a he when speaking of her. Host Club guidelines."

"Of course, Kyoya."

"Come in."

Kyoya Ohtori entered the office of his meister's father, the chairman of Ouran Academy.

"Sit, sit. I do hope this has nothing to do with my son."

Kyoya shook his head. "I'm not here because of Tamaki."

"Then?"

"I have a request."

"Continue. I'm listening."

"May you please make it known to the instructors of Haruhi, Hikaru, and Kaoru that they need not practice in the presence of their other students or in private."

Mr. Suoh raised an eyebrow at the young weapon's request. "If I make that happen, am I to presume their souls are in harmony right now. Am I to believe that if they were to resonate in battle there'd be no consequences?"

"Mr. Suoh, Chairman, I am in no position to tell you what to believe."

Kaoru

I tried talking to him. I did, but Hika... He shrugged off my concerns, ignored my suggestions, and finally walked away.

I tried talking to him, but he wouldn't hear.

He wanted someone to hate. Our parents? Not around long enough for his energy. The club? Well, he wouldn't admit it to himself, but Mori, Hunny, Kyoya, and Tamaki have grown on him. We're still in our own world, but now we have four neighbors we let visit.

All I can do now is hope that Haruhi will become one, too.

The four Hitachiins sat around the dinner table in the manor's dining room.

It was silent as usual whenever the twins' parents returned from their work as meister and weapon.

The situation was this, their mother was a meister, father a weapon, and neither had ever been able to identify the brothers correctly. In addition to being an extremely well revered meister and weapon team they owned a fashion line and video game company.

Sadly, the two boys had grown use to the arrangement and the issue of their parents' abandonment of them, brought on by their willingness to follow their careers, was never brought up.

Wednesday

The sky had decided to cater a storm and it appeared not willing to end any time soon.

The twins sat on a windowsill in an empty hall bored.

Leaving in this weather was out of the question, besides they couldn't if they wanted to. There was a host club meeting, or there was suppose to be one. Presently the twins seemed to be the only ones there for it. Of course they were early...

Ten minutes passed, and then ten more. Finally, the two heard footsteps.

"Hey, Milord, Haruhi had some business to attend to. She won't be here for the meeting. The meeting that you are very late for, if I may add." Hikaru called as he jumped down from the windowsill.

It didn't take the twins long to realize there was something wrong, it was written all over Tamaki's face. His body language wasn't its usual happy self.

"Milord?"

Nekozawa sensed her before he saw her.

A fluttering soul with a wavering pulse.

Fear. Rejection. Sorrow.

He was afraid of what he would find in the maze of roses.

"You piece of shit!" hollared Tamaki. He had Hikaru pinned to the wall. A black eye was starting to form on the older twin.

Kaoru had collapsed to the ground at the news Tamaki shared. Hikaru had reacted shocked and confused. "But it was just a regular fight." he'd responded with disbelief. That hadn't been what Tamaki was intending to hear.

Now the host club president had Hikaru and wasn't letting him go.

"You knew someone had requested a duel and you let her go alone! You are her weapon! You follow your meister and you protect her! She's in the infirmary now fighting to breathe! I saw her when Nekozawa brought her in! She was shaking and bloody and unconcious! Who knows how long she was out there! Who knows if she'll wake up the same person! You are a self-centered bastard! If she dies it is because you didn't do your duty!"

Another punch was thrown and then Hunny and Mori appeared. Both were grim and Hunny's face was drying from previous shed tears. The two grabbed Tamaki and pulled him off of Hikaru. The cousins began dragging their leader down the hall away from the red headed weapons.

Tamaki didn't fight them, instead he turned his attention to the younger twin who was hunched by the opposite wall. "This is just as much your fault! Don't you for one second forget that! You always had the choice to do what was right and you never did! You're a coward Kaoru! Both of you are cowards! If Haruhi dies it is your fault! You did this! You did this!"

Even after Tamaki, Hunny, and Mori were out of the twins' sight, the tall blonde's words stayed with them.

The sight of Haruhi when Nekozawa brought her in was always going to haunt Tamaki Suoh.

She was soaked in blood and rain. Her small figure was shivering, her eyes closed. A look from head to toe showed him that she was covered in scratches, bruises, and cuts; cuts from a sharp, bladed weapon. A bump on her head was formed and a gruesome black eye graced her once spotless face. Her clothes were ripped in no particular pattern. Who ever had attacked her hadn't given any thought on their procedure of inflicting harm.

Someone has to tell her weapons.

He felt sick.