Mori and Honey had been hearing the shots for hours. They huddled under a teacher's desk, backs to the door and a floor- to ceiling window in their right, across the classroom. Mori was thinking hard. He could hear someone coming up the hall, and if it was the shooter...

He doubted martial arts would help against a long- range weapon like a gun. "Mitskuni, I have a plan." He whispered it quickly to Honey and drew back. Honey looked at him with wide eyes. "Do you think it'll work, Takashi?" He asked in his sweet voice. "Yeah." Mori answered. He smiled, a little bit. "We'll always be together, right Takashi?" Without waiting for an answer, Honey flung himself into Mori's arms.

"Be ready, Mitskuni."

The door was shot open, and Mori jumped off the teacher's desk and back- handed Seiko in the face. Seiko, caught unawares, raised his gun to protect himself. Mori grabbed Seiko by the shoulder. He turned his head to Honey's hiding place. "Mitskuni, now!" He turned back to Seiko, only to be greeted back with the butt of the gun to his face. Mori's head snapped back with the force of the blow, and before he could recover enough to keep fighting, Seiko pulled the trigger while the gun was positioned under Mori's chin.

Honey had made it to the window. He put his arms in front of his face to protect himself, but Seiko's bullet pierced his neck.

Honey tumbled through the air, choking on his blood. Distracted, he landed on the sidewalk head- first.

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Kyoya made short work of Kana, knocking him out with a kick to the head. He took Kana's gun, holding it only by the barrel, and ran off to find everyone. He glanced out a window as he passed; the SWAT and police had arrived.

His school was a blood bath. Every few feet a body lay, and he couldn't really step anywhere without stepping in someone's blood. He raced to the music room, the sound of his pulse loud in his ears. He found it. He kicked open the door and what he saw was deafening.

I say deafening because his blood roared like a tsunami in his ears. Because his emotions were so powerful that he could no longer identify what they were. Deafening because his vision clouded and was suddenly tinged red.

All the members of the host club lay in a row, dead. Mori, Honey and Haruhi lay on Tamaki's left side. The twins lay on his right. But there was a space in between Tamaki and the twins, which Kyoya assumed was meant for him.

A sensation overcame Kyoya, which he fought. He fought it because it never did him any good. He struggled with it for what could have been eternity, or a few seconds. But he lost that fight. The sensation got the best of him.

He threw the gun on the ground and screamed, a horrible, animal scream that was filled with rage.

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"You are free to go, Mr. Oturi," the SWAT officer said. Kyoya stood numbly and left the precinct with his father. In the car, Kyoya's father cleared his throat. "Kyoya, I'm sending you to a boarding school in England," he announced. Kyoya nodded. "You will also be seeing a professional, he will help you through this."

"Yes, father. "