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Conversations: Part II
"How exactly are we to know it works when she didn't get a scratch on her?"
"Are you doubting me Amakusa?"
"No ma'am, I'm just-"
"Don't finish that sentence. Ayanokoji! Misa!"
The young meister and weapon pair entered the room. The woman who had called for them slowly and gracefully stood from her seat. Then she made her way to the center of the room where the two teenage girls were.
Amakusa observed from her seat.
Once directly in front of them, the woman lifted both of her hands. She made them flat, their palms parallel to the other, her thumbs reaching, vertically to the ceiling. With the speed of a lightning bolt the woman's hands pierced the chests of both girls and just as quickly removed them.
Instantly black blood spurted from the wound both girls now had. Just as quickly, their wounds began to heal, the dark blood hardening in mid air.
The woman turned to face Amakusa. "What was that you asked?"
Mr. Suoh sighed as he rubbed his forehead.
"This is bad." was his response as Kyoya entered and sat at the chair across from him.
"Chairman," Kyoya began, but where should he begin? There was so much about the recent situation that needed to be answered and yet he was speechless as he sat there.
It was Mr. Suoh who spoke next.
"Until Miss Fujioka wakes, I want no one to hear what is about to be said."
Kyoya nodded.
"Kyoya, do you know of Miss Fujioka's mother, Kotoko?"
"She was a graduate of this academy, a meister, top of her class. Her weapon partner was-"
The chairman waved a hand. "I thought as much."
"Is there something I'm not aware of?"
"Indeed."
How long had it been? Four weeks? He'd known her for four weeks, and yet, didn't know her at all.
And now probably never will.
Tamaki lifted the piano fall, only to let it cover the keys afterwards. He lost count how many times his hand lifted and let go.
What had they done?
What had they done?
What had they done?
Kaoru's grip tightened. "Hika-"
"She's- she's-" Hikaru's hand slightly shook.
"Hikaru-"
The older brother turned to his younger brother, seeing and, yet, not seeing.
"-we have to go inside."
The infirmary was empty, except for the continuous beeping of a heart monitor hooked up to one unconscious Haruhi.
Seeing her after receiving medical treatment made the twins imagine what she looked like before.
They did not like what they saw.
Hours passed. The school day had already ended long ago. Their parents wouldn't care that they weren't home.
They must have fallen asleep in the infirmary's chairs because a soft and weak squeeze woke one of the twins to attention. The other opened their eyes just as fast.
The sight of Haruhi blinking at them, awake, but dazed, brought tears to the eyes of the weapons.
"You came." she whispered so quietly they had to lean in to hear it.
"Late." responded a twin regretfully.
The girl's eyes shifted to her right side; she was too tired, injured, and medicated to move her full head.
"Hikaru."
She shifted her eyes to the left.
"Kaoru."
With two words, two simple names of two very complicated people, a team was formed. Souls became aligned, and a friendship between three Ouran students was forged.
With two words, she had forgiven them.
With two words, she had unknowingly made a place for herself in their hearts.
With two words...
The school's nurse entered the infirmary the next morning with Tamaki, Kyoya, Hunny, and Mori trailing her.
The sight that greeted the five was that of a sleeping Haruhi with two identical pistols lying on either side of her.
...everything changed.
Next Chapter: Responding