Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran or any of the characters
Tamaki held his brand new cell phone, hands shaking, as he prepared to finally call his mother. After being in this new country and performing flawlessly for two months, his father and grandmother finally decided that he was mature enough to have a cell phone. Tamaki knew he wasn't supposed to call his mother. It was forbidden. But he wasn't seeing her. All Tamaki wanted was to hear his mother's voice, hear her smile through the phone. It was so hard not seeing her. And she must be getting better if she had medical care now. Tamaki didn't think about the alternative. It was too painful.
He slowly punched in the numbers of their house phone, which had been disconnected a while back when they had decided it was too much money. Tamaki's only hope was that she had reconnected the phone with the money she got for sending him away. He finished dialing the number, and raised his shiny, new, but also his last, link to his mother.
The phone rang once.
"Thank goodness," breathed Tamaki in relief. "It's connected."
Then it rang again.
And again.
And again.
Maybe she just can't get to the phone. It hasn't been that long, thought Tamaki.
The phone kept ringing.
Again.
And again.
And again.
"My darling Tamaki," came a voice from the phone. "I'm not going to be at the phone because I'm coming to find you! I'm coming to Japan! I don't care what your grandmother says, I'll give everything she gave back if I could see you. I made the wrong decision, and I'm coming to find you! I'm getting on a flight to – BEEEEEEEP"
Tamaki was silent. His mother was coming to get him? At first he was hopeful. But when he remembered her ineptness in dealing with people, her terrible directional and planning skills, and the fact that she was deathly ill and no good without her medication, he realized that there was not much chance of her actually making it to Japan.
"Please leave a message. If you would like to make a call, please hang up and try again."
Now Tamaki didn't know what to do. His mother was missing, and he didn't even know where to begin searching. Everything would have to be kept a complete secret. Neither his grandmother nor his father could know.
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Meanwhile, Anne-Sophie was doing worse and worse. Her skin was pale and clammy, and her legs could no longer support her body weight. The woman that had taken her in could support her no longer. She carried Anne-Sophie down to the car and drove her to the nearest hospital. She got her admitted and then left. After all, this strange lady was certainly not her problem. The doctors could take care of her.
AN: It's short, I know. I'm sorry I haven't updated in about 6 months. I kind of didn't have any idea where the story was going, so I finally got the chance to sit down today and figure it all out. So I should be updating more... hopefully. I have also started a "Host Club Letters" where you can request a love/hate/friendship/etc letter from any of the characters or between characters. I have the first letter up, so please go check that out. Thanks for hanging on this long!