"Yes, Father."

"No, Father."

These were the only words he spoke aloud for a long time, after the shooting.

Kyoya spent the next two weeks in his room with the door locked and shades drawn. He kept expected Tamaki to call and ask how he was holding up. He remembered once shouting at Tamaki; "Dont you know the position you've been blessed with?!" He kept wondering what Haruhi was up to in the commoner's community. He dressed up like a woman for her in an effort to keep her in the Host Club. And then he remembered. Usually after he remembered, he went to sleep.

The police were getting nowhere investigating the shooting. They thought it was just another case of angry students who found a couple of guns at an arms fair and took out their rage in an unhealthy way. Knowing it was stupid and would lead him nowhere, Kyoya vowed to discover all he could about the shooting.

Xxxxxxxxx

A mass funeral was held by the families. Kyoya dressed all in black and mostly tried to blend into the background as much as possible. But there was at one point when he couldn't; he had to speak at Tamaki's funeral.

'I never thought I'd have to do this,' Kyoya thought. He stepped up to the podium in front of family, friends of Tamaki's, and some students who had managed to stay hidden during the attack. His heads were sweaty and he gripped the notecards his father had given to him, the speech he dictated for Kyoya to say. Kyoya skimmed the first card and cleared his throat. He opened his mouth to speak, but something stopped him. Tamaki's body was in a box behind him. It was cold and lifeless. His friend, his first real friend, dead and gone forever. A bouquet of white lily flowers were on top of his coffin.

The notecards fluttered to the ground.

"I'm Kyoya Oturi," he said into the microphone. "And I was a friend of Tamaki Suou. Tamaki was an incredible friend, and the most real person I've ever met." Kyoya spotted Tamaki's grandmother in the crowd. Their eyes locked. "Tamaki was special because he only himself, who he was, at any given point. He never gave a show for someone else. He was only him." Kyoya realized that what he said was true. 'That's an interesting thought.. In its own way.'

"Tamaki was the strongest human being I've known, because despite the hardships from his past, he focused on making people happy. That was always his goal, above himself. Always. That was who he was. We'll miss you, Tamaki. And we'll never forget you."

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

"What the hell was that?" Mr. Oturi growled in Kyoya's ear. "That was sappy, emotional, sloppy! You shame us!" Kyoya kept walking, his father trailing behind him, hounding him like he always did. Kyoya turned right to go to his room, but his father grabbed on to his shoulder and spun him around to face him. Kyoya jerked his shoulder out of his father's grip.

Kyoya saw his father's hand heading toward him, but he knew better than to dodge or block it. The force knocked him backwards into the wall. He hit his head on it. There were black spots that danced in his vision. He stood, using the wall for support, and stumbled into his room. He glanced behind him. His father was gone.

Kyoya typed in his laptop the description of the gun used in shooting.

He scanned down the pictures of guns, nothing quite matching the gun he saw, and even held.

There it was. The information on the weapon showed that it was first designed only this year by-

Oturi Weapons Co.

Owned by Ichiro Oturi.

Not available for sale until next year.

Kyoya realized he was shaking. The only way Seiko and Kana could have gotten these guns was if Ichiro personally gave it to them. But why?

Anyone know what the white lily symbolizes?