Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran.
After their parents knew, there was nothing the boys of the Host Club could do but wait. They chose not to bring Haruhi into this, she needed to focus on her studies and not worry about them or herself. Hikaru and Kaoru asked her if she had gotten a text that said 4th and she said that she had. So that confirmed their suspicions.
Every time anyone got close to whoever this was, it was just another dead end. It was determined that he was bouncing the signals around the world, making text messages completely untraceable. Everyone was on edge.
Three days.
The message came in right on time.
Hanionzuka Chika was concerned for his brother. His behavior had drastically changed over the last three days. He wasn't eating as much cake or sweet things, there were no more midnight visits to the kitchen. Also, Mitsukuni seemed to be spending a lot more time in the dojo. What he was doing in there, Chika had no idea, he avoided his brother when he was in the dojo. He would never admit that he was concerned for his older brother.
"There's no way Hunni-sempai can be killed." Kaoru said, pacing his room, "He's one of the most dangerous martial artists in the world."
"Yeah." Hikaru muttered, "Kyouya-sempai was the smartest of us all and he got killed. So now we're back to being scared."
Kaoru sat down, tired of trying to convince Hikaru that everything would be okay. Truth be told, he was absolutely terrified. If something did happen to Hunni-sempai, that meant there was little chance for him. He didn't know what Hikaru was going to do if he did die. They had been together their whole lives, and even though they had grown apart in many ways, they were still a part of each other. He was scared about his death; he was far too young to die.
'Kyouya, what's happening to us?' Tamaki thought, standing in front of the portrait of his best friend that he had hanging in his room, 'Why is this happening to us? That's all I want to know.' "Why!" he yelled and punched the wall.
"Tamaki-sama," the butler said, "Your father wants to talk to you."
He walked through the mansion silently, a little embarrassed that the butler had seen him get so angry.
"Sit down Tamaki." His father ordered when he entered the study, "They just finished going over Ootori Kyouya's room a second time. They found a small camera in the air vent in his room. They traced it to a public computer in America, but the computer held no evidence of the video and the store clerk sent us security tapes, but at the time, no one was using the computer."
"So we still don't know anything about who's tormenting us?"
"Pretty much. They're running a sweep of Hunni-san's room as we speak, hopefully they'll find something to lead us to him."
'If Kyouya were here, he'd figure it out.' Tamaki thought with despair. With every second the clock was ticking down to Hunni's death.
Three days left.
Haruhi was seriously concerned. None of the other Host Club members had been at school yesterday and they all claimed to be sick. She would have stayed home too, but her scholarship depended on her coming to school; Kyouya wouldn't have wanted her to waste her scholarship on his account. She was slowly learning to live with the pain left from Kyouya's death. Everyone dealt with grief in their own way, but it surprised her that all the boys seemed to be dealing with it in the same way.
She would have to ask Mori or Hunni-sempai about it, sometimes they were the sane ones of the Host Club. If you can count a stoic giant and a sweet-crazed midget sane. Haruhi had come to love every aspect of the Host Club. Everyone fit together like pieces of the puzzle and it was a harmony between people that was so rarely achieved. But now it seemed like the puzzle could never be complete without Kyouya-sempai there to keep them all sane when things got crazy and out of hand. She was feeling guilty about his death, maybe if she had seen the signs of depression or whatever had caused him to take his life, she could have stopped Kyouya.
Someone knocked on the door, secretly hoping it was Mei so they could talk again, Haruhi answered it. It was someone she didn't know holding a vase of white lilies, "Delivery for Fujioka Haruhi?"
"That's me."
"Here you go." He handed her the vase.
"Who are these from?" she asked.
"I don't know, I just deliver the flowers." and he stuck his hands in his pockets and left.
Haruhi set the flowers on the table and inspected them. Tucked inside the flowers was a card, '4th, For your recent loss.'was written in scrawling hand writing. 'Fourth,' she thought, 'like the mysterious text message Hikaru and Kaoru asked about. What is this for? They can't be playing a trick on me, that would be just cruel.' 'For your reccent loss.' that just brought back the pain. Had it only been three days since Kyouya-sempai had died? Tears sprung in her eyes and she sobbed into her hands.
Tamaki knocked on the door, he hadn't talked to Haruhi since the funeral. Haruhi answered it with red eyes and tear tracks still on her face, "Haruhi." he whispered.
"Oh Tamaki-sempai." she said, trying to sound a little upbeat, "You should have called." she sniffled a little, "Come in."
He walked into the Fujioka apartment, "Are you okay Haruhi?"
She sniffled again, "Yeah, I just miss Kyouya-sempai."
"Come here." He pulled Haruhi into his arms. This wasn't the type of coddling he used to do, this was a kind gesture to comfort a friend.
Haruhi clung to his shirt, "You must miss him too."
"At least we're not alone."
She looked up, "Yes, that would be worse."
Their faces were closer than they had ever been, but that was when Tamaki noticed the flowers. He pulled away, "Where did you get the flowers?"
Haruhi pulled away, red in the face, "Someone sent them to me, with this strange card." she showed the card to Tamaki.
His face paled when he read the message, "Do you know why it says '4th?'"
"Not a clue. It's just like a text I got a few days ago."
This was crossing the line, "Do you know what company delivered the flowers?"
"On his jacket. . . there was a logo. . . Hanazakari."
"I have to go." Tamaki took the note and started for the door.
Haruhi grabbed his sleeve, "Tamaki-sempai, what is this about?"
"Something important." and he pulled away and left Haruhi with a lot of questions.
HOLY CROW! You reviews pretty much rock in general.
Meganes Ultimate Fangirl - My lips are sealed about who it was ;)
jas-chanxouran- thanks for reviewing and more power to you as well!
Milky Mentos - I had a hard time deciding what genres this was so I picked the most general, it's like a Mystery/Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort/Suspense with a little angst thrown in there.
yumi-chan-likes-chainsaws- Thank you very much for replying (I like sad stories too)!
Skulduggery Skellington - Sorry I made you cry!
luckylyra827- I swear I had sound reasons for killing Kyouya!
Well, that's all for now folks!
~Cloudy