Chapter 2: Mommy
"Suoh Tamaki has been shot!"
"No way, Suoh?"
"Tamaki-kun's been shot?"
"What the hell happened?"
At night, Ouran is usually a quiet and creepy high school. However rumors there spread faster then the speed of light, and the calm high school soon erupted into a frenzy scramble of students and teachers. Simply put, the school was panicking and turning on every light they could find, even if it meant terrorizing Nekozawa. No one knew who ran in, screaming at every passerby that the king of the Host club had been shot. If someone did, they would be…hushed by Ōtori Kyōya. Painfully.
Despite the ensuing riot raging around just outside their doors, the Host Club was relatively calm. When told of the news, all members had simply shoed their guests away and sat down. Ages passed before words found their way to a Host's mouth.
"M-Maybe it's just a joke." One of the "Devils" began, and was quickly hushed by his twin. The smallest of the group was deceptively young for his age and was often seen as a child. But Honinozuka Mitskuni never looked as infantile as he did at that moment.
"Kyō-chan, is Tama-chan going to be…?"
BAKANO!" A cell phone exploded beneath the awesome power of the Low Blood Pressure Demon and its shattered husk was thrown at the wall. Almost instantly, the Ōtori came back and Kyōya regained control.
"Karou, Hikari make sure no one gets to the hospital that idiot is in."
"H-Hai, Kyōya -senpai." The twins rushed off, more then happy to have something to distract them.
"Mori-senpai, get the Otoori limo. It's the one with the new black finish; also inform the driver that there is no such thing as a brake on this drive. Give him this address." With only a nod in confirmation, Morinozuka Takashi disappeared through the door.
"What about me Kyō -chan?"
"...Get some cake."
"Sure, I'll eat some cake…even though everyone else gets to be useful." Trudging back from the snack cabinet, Honey almost missed it. A tear rolling down the cheek of the infamous businessman, Kyōya.
"It's okay to cry, Kyō -chan."
"Tch, if that idiot was here he would be jumping up and down giving me an example of crying. He would say, 'Just think of something sad Mommy!' and I would ignore him. Then the tono-no-baka would get depressed and I would have to cheer him up somehow."
"Are you worried?"
"…Every outcome has a chance, every chance is a percentage. Outcome, loss, gains; all of them are just numbers. Worthless little numbers that won't FUKCING HELP! AAAAH!" A helpless armchair was sent crashing down from the music room where it met its end in a rosebush. "That BAKANO is dying because he was being a god dammed hero!" Tears flowed freely from Kyōya, his restraint having gone out the window with the armchair.
"Kyō -chan, is Tama-chan g-going to d-die?" Without realizing it, he had made Honey cry. His rational side told him yes. There was a good chance that Suoh Tamaki would not live to see the next sunrise. However logic was also an item that had been similarly discarded out a window. Bending down to the senior's height, Kyōya looked the little one straight in the eye.
"Only if we kill him for making us worry like this." Lifting up the crying Honinozuka, the third year looked like a father consoling his crying child. "Don't worry; everything's going to be alright."