Disclaimer: If I owned OHSHC, I would so not be writing fanfiction.

Kaoru looked at his twin in confusion. "Hikaru, who was that? And who's in the hospital?" Hikaru didn't respond, instead shoving his phone into his pocket and stalking off towards the private airstrip. They'd been in Fiji for less than a week, and Kaoru knew something was wrong with his twin. "Hikaru, slow down! I can't keep up with you when you're like this."

His brother stopped and turned to face Kaoru. "Sorry. But we need to go back to Japan. I'll tell you more on the plane." He grasped Kaoru's hand and pulled him toward their plane. It would've been nice to stay there longer, to have been able to escape their problems for a little longer. But clearly there was something bigger going on than the two of them.

Tamaki signaled for the driver to pull over before reaching Emilie's mansion. There was a text from Kasanoda, though it worried Tamaki a bit as to how he'd gotten the number. But his words were even more troubling. He didn't know what to do, but he knew something had to be done.

With a sigh, Tamaki walked the last couple of blocks, hoping that answers would miraculously come to him. But for some reason, hoping and praying for answers never seemed to work.

The short walk back to the mansion was over before Tamaki knew what to do. But Emilie must have had something to talk to him about, otherwise she wouldn't have called him back from the hospital. Not when one of his friends was lying in a bed, injured and unconscious.

As he approached Emilie's door, he heard her furious whispers. "What do you mean you won't do it? I pay you good money to do my dirty work." Silence. "All I want is for that bitch to die. Fujioka Haruhi keeps getting in my way. I thought I'd finally gotten him back in Boston after all those years, but then she had to go and ruin all my hard work. Do you know how hard it was tracking him down? And when I finally get there, turns out he's getting ready to propose to his girlfriend! What was I supposed to do?"

Tamaki slumped against the wall, waves of shock crashing over him. "Me and… Haruhi?"

On a normal day, Tamaki would've been too embarrassed to enter a jewelry shop by himself. He wouldn't have even gone in the past – jewelry just seemed so impersonal. But it was different. It was just plain wrong to propose without a ring. Not when he had enough money to buy every ring in the store.

Sunlight glinted off his golden hair as he paced back and forth, trying to calm his heart down. He could do this. He loved Haruhi, and she loved him. It would all be worth it, the anxiety, the pressure, the nervousness, for that one moment when she said yes. And she would. They'd talked a little of their future together, and he'd made it clear that he wasn't going to let her go. She made it clear that she wasn't going anywhere.

Tamaki drew in a breath and pushed open the door. Immediately, three different salesgirls greeted him. "What can we do for you today, sir?"

His face turned a deep red as he scratched the back of his head. "I want to get a ring so I can propose to my girlfriend."

His words were met with squeals of excitement. "Ooh, engagement rings are my favorite. The guys that come in are always so happy!" The youngest girl, who was probably around twenty, had stars in her eyes. "So what are you looking for in particular?"

Tamaki was at a loss for words. Before him stretched at least for glass cabinets filled with hundreds of engagement rings. "Um, actually, I was hoping you could custom make one for me." The girls sighed in disappointment. It wasn't nearly as much fun when the customer already knew what he wanted.

"Right this way, then. I'm assuming you already have something in mind?" Tamaki nodded and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper. He'd spent weeks getting it just right, and at least another trying to decide if it was good enough for her.

The lady took a look at his drawing and smiled knowingly. "You really love her, don't you?" He nodded, the blush on his face deepening. "It shows. I think whoever your lucky girl is will be happy. Especially with someone who clearly cares for her so much."

Tamaki shook his head to get rid of the memory. He'd deal with it later, as well as this conversation, but he needed to focus on Emilie's words. "I don't care if you think my methods are too extreme. Yes, I had those guys kidnap her and then set fire to the building, but she escaped! And now you're telling me you won't finish the job? She's in a hospital, there's no easier target! I want her dead. NOW!"

The vehemence in Emilie's words shocked him, as well as the realization that Emilie had been lying to him the entire time. And had tried to kill his girlfriend. Things suddenly seemed a lot clearer to him.

He knocked lightly on the door, and after a moment, Emilie gave him permission to enter. Her tear-stained face looked up at him, and she let out a little hiccup. If it had been anyone else, Tamaki would've gone straight into host mode, but not even he could muster up any sympathy for the girl. But he still had to play the part of the loving fiancée. He needed to know what her plans were for Haruhi, and he couldn't find out if she didn't trust him.

"What's the matter dear?"

Hikaru told Kaoru about his conversation with Kasanoda, expecting some sort of reaction from his twin. But there was none. Just a long sigh and a look out the window. "This is why I told Kyoya that we should tell you." He sighed again, letting a little bit of frustration color it. "It's that girl, the one that Tamaki spent all night with. The reason Haruhi went back to Japan. Kyoya kept an eye on her since then, but she used other means to finish things. He didn't expect her to blow the place up."

"You – you knew?" Hikaru stood and crossed the few steps between him and Kaoru, yanking him up by the collar. "This entire time you knew that Haruhi was in danger – that she was in pain – and you didn't tell me? Why?! I thought we were brothers. And she's the only one who's been able to push her way into our family."

Kaoru sighed. "I love her too, you know. You always knew that. But didn't we decide that it would be better for her to be with Tamaki? She was happy with him, and now that his memory's gone, he needs to fight for her all over again."

Letting his twin's shirt slip from his fingers, Hikaru slumped back into his seat. "So that's why you wanted to go to Fiji so much, wasn't it? You want to get me out of Japan so Tamaki could get her back." Kaoru nodded. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. But I miss her, and the rest of the club. I want things to go back to how they were in high school. We were happy then."

A sad smiled crossed Kaoru's face as a reached to comfort Hikaru. "I know. I miss those days too. But we've moved on. We have a family in the club, and that will never change. But right now we need to be there for them. They need our help. God knows Boss is completely useless without us."

Haruhi blinked as she woke up, trying to let her eyes adjust to the harsh sunlight pouring in through the window. She reached up to block it, but her arm was yanked back by the IV in her hand. The pain shocked her, and she was made fully aware of how much pain she was in. Even with the painkillers she was sure was entering her bloodstream, it still felt like she'd been run over by a truck. Twice.

Sitting up slowly, Haruhi looked around the room for a blonde head of hair. She sighed, knowing that she'd been a fool to hope that he would be there. He had his fiancée to get back to anyway. It's not like he would still love her, not after everything she'd put him though.

With a sigh, she fell back against the pillows and wished that he'd never come back into her life.

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