I didn't mean for this chapter to be short, sorry. Anyway, I hope you like this and I hope you review. ~XxSylentSoulx

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club (OHSHC).

Chapter Three

Find Me

They ran and ran, changing directions, and down hills. As they ran, they dodged the ground beneath them, trying to escape from the death hands that grabbed them. They wanted to stop, but they knew they couldn't until they got out of the dead forest.

"Tamaki, run faster; they're catching up!" Azaira shouted. Beads of sweat dripped down her face, and her pants were deepening every passing second and step she took. It was painful, yes, but it was inevitable. She wanted to live. She wanted to help Tamaki get vengeance. She wanted to avenge her brother. And she wanted to bring down these people also.

Tamaki swiftly turned his head to see hordes of zombies behind them. He gasped and turned back around and continued running. Azaira was next to him, running alongside him. He ducked, dodging a branch from a tree. He glanced out the ground quickly and jumped the second he saw a pair of hands coming from the ground. He continued down the forest, dodging anything in his way.

When the trees began clearing up, he pointed out. "Look!" he shouted. Immediately, he quickened his pace and he ran through the trees and out into the open. The field wasn't quite as large as the other one, but it was alright. Very few trees were in the area, and the grass was dead also.

The two ran into the center and looked around them. The two had each other's back, looking at their surroundings. The ground beneath them began to dig into itself, as more zombies ran into the clearing.

Tamaki smirked and reached in his pocket to grab two pistols. "Azaira, are you ready?" he asked. She nodded her head with a smirk, grabbing a submachine gun from her belt that wrapped around her waist. Tamaki quickly loaded his pistols with new barrels and a click was made.

Bang!

More shots were heard as the two continued to shoot. Each one went down with every shot made. No misses were made, but just a perfect shot.

Suddenly, as Tamaki walked forward, inching away from Azaira, he felt something tug on his foot. He looked down to see another pair of hands grasp his ankles. He sighed and looked up to see more zombies coming. Ignoring the ground beneath him, he reloaded his pistols and began shooting.

This felt like forever, but in reality, it wasn't. It didn't take long before all the zombies went down. After a while, Tamaki managed to free his feet from the ground with the help of Azaira. Blood, guts, and heads flew everywhere, landing on the ground or the two human beings that stood in the middle of the field.

Originally, it must have been a talent these two had. They could shoot, not care, and take care of themselves when in a horrid situation. That's right; it must be talent.

He tossed the guns to the side, fell back and laid flatly on the ground, his arms and legs spread out all around, making the shape of the star. Azaira did the same, giggling on her way down the ground. The two looked at the clouded sky emotionless. Tamaki picked his hand up and wiped away a streak of blood from a zombie that went down recently.

"Azaira, do you think we'll ever figure out this puzzle?" Tamaki asked curiously, fiddling with his fingers.

Azaira tilted her head up at Tamaki, then back to the sky. She shuddered, feeling the cold air brush her skin and the memories that entered her mind. "I don't know. We're just going to have to continue searching and fixing the puzzle. It won't be long, Tamaki. I want to get payback too, it's just…I don't know where to start."

Tamaki nodded his head slowly. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. Almost immediately, he shot straight up and ran over to his bag that was tossed on the side. He unzipped it and dumped everything out. His hands scattered from place to place, fumbling with every little thing that fell out. He smiled once he found the collars.

"Tamaki, what are you doing?" asked Azaira curiously. She stood up and made her way over to Tamaki. Tamaki smiled a bright smile and handed her a few bands.

"Azaira, I think I figured something out!" he exclaimed. He sat down on the ground and spread out the bands. He grabbed the three out of Azaira's hands and also spread them out. He carefully examined each of them, looking them over, glancing at the symbols carved into the leather.

Silence fell over them. He was busy concentrating, while she tried to figure out the meaning.

Eight collars. Eight meanings. Eight words.

Tamaki smiled softly as he began switching the positions of the collars, placing different orders every time. He retracted his hands and smiled, reading over the words in a hushed whisper, while Azaira read it in her head.

Home. Friends. Death. Secrets. White. Discover. Betrayal. Alive.

Tamaki narrowed his eyes and reached his hand behind him and grabbed another collar he kept hidden – even from Azaira. She looked at him, confused.

"Tamaki, where'd you get that spare collar?" she asked, eyeing the thick leather spread across his hand.

He didn't answer. Instead, he held the collars' ends with his finger tips and laid it softly on the ground. The final word was there. It was officially there; the word that has been haunting him ever since he found it.

Find me.

To Be Continued…