Me: I almost cried writing that last chapter.

Karson27: You seemed pretty angry when you talked to me about it.

Me: I'm always angry.

Karson27: That's true.

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Two hours ago? I almost couldn't wrap my head around it. I staggered back a couple of steps. Why did they leave? How could I miss them? What had happened?

"Tailyr?" the headmaster called my name, slowly, concerned.

"I'm … I'm okay," I gasped breathlessly. "Ex-Excuse me."

I stumbled to my room. I felt physically sick, my stomach churning and flipping. I shakily pulled out my cell phone and sent one simple text message to the entire host club. GET. HERE. NOW! They'd get the message. I made it to my bathroom, still feeling like throwing up the contents of my stomach, which was quite a bit seeing as I'd ate lunch only a few minutes before I'd gotten home. What was going on? My head was spinning.

Then, I heard the familiar ring tone. It was a song by Skillet, Better Than Drugs. Takeshi's ring tone. Of course he would call. I almost had to force myself to answer the phone, unsure if I'd word vomit or actually vomit when I opened my mouth.

"H-Hello?" I croaked. My voice was tight.

"Tailyr," Takeshi sounded worried.

"It's Marx and Karsyn," I nearly sobbed. "They left for America. We're going to get them back. I texted the whole host club. I'm going to bring them back."

"Ah." Takeshi agreed. He understood.

"I'll see you when you get here," I said.

"Ah."

I hung the phone up and rinsed my face off with cool water. Then, I dialed Kyoya's number.

"I'm on my way, Tailyr-sempai," he answered.

"What in the hell did you?" I snarled. I wasn't so sick anymore. I just needed to direct my anger at the most likely suspect for this sudden tragedy.

"Excuse me?"

"What in the hell did you do to make Karsyn and Marx leave for America? I swear to god, if I find out you hurt her I will skin you alive, Kyoya Ootori," I growled.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Liar!" I yelled. "You book the damn flight. Now. We're going to be leaving as soon as everyone gets here. I'm going to frigging throttle you."

I hung up long before he had the chance to respond to my threat.

The flight, at least the take off was agonizing. As soon as we got the okay to undo our seat belts and move around, I was up, over two rows of seats, throwing Kyoya to the middle of the aisle. I was crying angry. I couldn't stop the tears that escaped with my anger.

I grabbed his shirt and began to shake him. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" I demanded. "WHAT?"

"N-Nothing," he stammered.

I slammed him down into the floor and smacked him right across the face. I didn't hit him because that would prove counterproductive to my interrogation. It was hard to get answers from a dizzy suspect or a dead one. I knew one hit and I would lose it.

"Don't you lie to me! You had to do something!" I snarled.

"Nothing!"

I smacked him harder. His glasses went skidding and his head whipped to the side. A little spot of blood formed on his bottom lip.

"TELL ME NOW!"

He sighed, though his eyes were glaring hatefully at me.

I jerked him up, into a sitting posistion. "If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'm going to tie you up and toss you head first into the cargo hold where you're likely to spend no only the remainder of the trip but the remainder of your life," I threatened angrily. My voice was like that of a demons. I wasn't kidding with him. He'd hurt my best friend. He had to be punished.

"Fine!" he growled, forcing my fingers free of his shirt. "We've been fighting a lot. We got into a big fight today. That's it."

I stood up straight. "No. That's not it. You did something. Something really bad. Karsyn isn't the type to flee countries just because her boyfriend is a total dumbass."

"Maybe she left because her best friend is a self centered brat that didn't give a damn about her and her boyfriend having problems."

For a split second, I had no response. My eyes widened and Kyoya smirked his Devil Man smirk. A million separate images of the last couple of months stormed through my head. He was right and I was pissed.

I couldn't control myself. My fist rocketed out, colliding with his nose, causing it to crunch and break. Blood spurted from it, though it wasn't broken. In my anger, I'd managed to miss most of his nose, at least the vital part. Lucky him. I was aiming to kill him with that hit. That was okay. I'd just hit him again.

Before I could though, strong arms engulfed me and jerked me straight up. Too tall to be anyone other than my boyfriend.

"FUCK YOU KYOYA OOTORI!" I screamed. "BURN IN HELL DEVIL MAN! I HOPE SHE HATES YOU!"

Takeshi carried my angry screaming butt to the next cabin, Honey closed the door behind us. He sat me forcefully in the chair. I was angry. Beyond angry actually. I was irate. I could feel it rolling off of my head and radiating from my body. I tried to stand but Takeshi held me firmly in place.

"Let me go Takeshi," I snarled.

"No," he said simply. He wasn't angry with me or upset. Concerned probably but not angry. "Take deep breaths. Think for a second."

I tried to do what he said. My adrenaline was pumping so fast that I was literally shaking. My breathing was ragged and my tightly balled fist practically bounced against my knees. Takeshi took my hands in his, standing on his knees in front of me. I tried to rationalize the last couple of hours of my life. Tried to process it.

Then it hit me. What was going on. How right Kyoya was. My part in my friends up and leaving.

And it hurt.

I sobbed hard, from the absolute bottom of my chest. Tears, this time of both anger and sorrow, sprang up in my eyes. I leaned forward, burying my face in Takeshi's shoulder and started crying. Hard. I'd never cried so hard in my life. I'd never felt like such a failure. Ever.

"It's really m-my fault," I sobbed. "It is. I didn't pay attention to my best friend when she needed me. She's never missed a beat when I needed her. Even if it was nothing. She was always there for me. Why can't I do the same thing?"

My boyfriend rubbed my back reassuringly. "You … had no idea." That was one of the best things about Takeshi. Even if he didn't say much, he'd call me on my mistakes. He didn't sugarcoat and this was one of the times where everyone else would. I hated that.

"I should've. In the back of my head, I think I did but I was just …" I couldn't think of the right word at first. "Selfish."

The plane finally touched down. It was still another four hours to our home town. Karsyn and Marx were officially five hours ahead of us. Kyoya looked stupid with his nose sitting swollen and and bruised on his face. I didn't care. He deserved that and much more. So did I.

-Karsyn-

"It's been almost a day," I mumbled to Marx as we talked on the phone. We weren't attending school. The jet lag was too intense but we couldn't find sleep just yet. "I haven't even heard from Tailyr. Nothing on Facebook or anything. I'm worried."

"I'm pretty sure she's busy ripping apart Ouran right now," he said. "You know how she is."

"But, she's probably pissed at us."

"She'll get over it."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. Just try to get some sleep, okay? We can talk about this later."

"Okay. Later Marx," I said. "And thanks."

"Anytime."

-Tailyr-

I went to Karsyn's house first. The host club, minus Kyoya, went with me. Her mom was the only one home, since it was the middle of the day.

"Hey Mom," I said as I answered the door.

"Tailyr? What happened? Why are you guys back here?" she asked me.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," I told her. "Is Karsyn in her room?"

"Yeah. Go in."

I went to her room meekly. I felt like a little kid again, going to the principal's office when I knew I couldn't lie my way out of trouble. The only trouble was Karsyn was much scarier than just the principal.

"Hey. Kar," I said quietly, nudging her leg. She made groaning grumbly sounds and rolled over to face me.

She rubbed her eyes, almost like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "T-Tailyr?" she said groggily. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry Karsyn," I said. "Please come back to Japan with me."

Her head flopped back on the pillow. "No," she said flatly. "I'm not going back."

"But Karsyn," I whined.

"No. Tailyr." She didn't sit up to look at me.

"C'mon," I begged. Please don't make me apologize to you, I thought. There I was being selfish again. "You know you want to go back with me."

"No."

"Look Kyoya-"

"It's not JUST about Kyoya," she said, finally sitting up. "It's more than him! It's everything! Guess what Tailyr, you probably didn't notice, but I hate school there! I hate it being there! I want to be here!"

That hurt. She was right though. I didn't notice that this could've been about more than just Kyoya being a brat and me being conceited. It never crossed my mind that she might be homesick. I'd almost forgotten that she had family and friends back here.

"Karsyn-"

"I'm not going back. You can ask Marx if he wants to. I didn't make him come with me," she said, flopping back down on her bed.

I sighed. My eyes started to water and my throat felt like it had closed up again. "O-Okay. I-I'm sorry, Karsyn. Take care of yourself. Bye."

I hesitated at the door but finally left. I went to mine and Marx's house next. I used my key to get in. The host club waited upstairs as I went down to the basement to see if my brother was there. He was. Sitting in a pair of jeans and no tee shirt, his tired eyes glued to the TV where Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 raged on the screen.

"What about you bro?" I asked. "Are you going to go back to Japan with us?"

"Nope," he said, his eyes never leaving the screen.

I wasn't going to fight with him. I was tired and all fought out. "Well, then, do me a favor. Look after Karsyn for me will ya?" I asked.

"I don't think she needs to be looked after. Karsyn's not a baby."

"Well, I'm just worried about her because I know that her and Kyoya broke up and she doesn't want to go back because of that and-"

"Do you honestly think that was the only reason she left?"

"Y-Yeah," I squeaked. "I mean, what other reason is there to come back … here?"

"Tailyr," he sighed, finally pressing pause and looking at me. I didn't like the seriousness in his eyes. "Karsyn honestly hated Japan. She wanted to come back. She missed home. As much as you love it there, she hated it."

"H-How do you know all this?" I stammered. I felt so confused and betrayed and in the dark. Everyone might not have believed it about me but I was much more aware of my surroundings than they gave me credit for.

"Because I'm not a self-centered idiot who expects everyone to like what I like and where I'm at just because I'm there." Those words hit like knives. "I'm not so focused on myself that I miss everyone else's problems and guess what, I MISS HOME TOO!"

"B-But-"

Marx stood his full height to look completely at me. "Look, I know you don't understand the feeling of miss your family because you don't have one-"

"Marx!" I couldn't believe he'd just said that. I thought he understood that was a line that you didn't cross. I thought he at least had a clue about me. There again, I was being selfish. I needed him to understand me.

"What Tailyr?" he yelled. "What do you honestly expect me to say? It's the truth and you know it! There's nothing for you to miss here but it's different for me and Karsyn. We have families to come home too."

I stared at him angrily. "I thought I did to," I said stiffly.

"Tailyr that's-"

"Whatever. I know what you meant," I said. "But, that's not how you said it. I'm leaving Marx. Take care of each other okay."

"Sure thing … sis."

-Kyoya-

I was cautious in entering Karsyn's room. My face hurt to the point I couldn't wear my glasses. Thank fully, the psychopathic little blond didn't shatter my nose. I was pissed to the say the least but I was mostly humbled.

"Nice face," she said flatly, glaring at me. "Tailyr do that?"

"Yes. Not that I didn't deserve it I suppose," I said simply.

"You're lucky she didn't kill you."

"I'm certain she considered it. What do you want?"

"I want to try and talk you into coming back-"

"Don't waste your breath. I'm not going. Just get over it Kyoya. I'm staying."

"But-" My heart was shattering in my chest. I couldn't breathe.

"No and I'd like you to leave now."

I did as she asked. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to die and I'd deserve death by dismemberment now.

So, this was a longer chapter but I've been giving such short crappy ones lately that I wanted to do a good job and I mostly wanted to get this all out in one shot. I hope everyone enjoyed it. Oh, Karson27 and I are going to start adding to the Ouran Boys Took Over My School story again. Just some random misadventures so be watching for it. Again, I hope you like this chapter and make sure to REVIEW!