A/N: I'd quickly like to point out if I use any of the follow words such as: mum or mummy
it is because I'm from England so I naturally write like that, so when you come across those words please be aware of that, thank you!

Tamaki walked down the main stairs in the main Suoh mansion. It'd been four years since he had last seen Kyoya; secretly he was one of the few people that still trusted him without speaking to him since the war had begun. Despite the fact that Kyoya could definitely benefit from this war by gaining power, Tamaki knew that this is something he would never want. He was still his friend, he knew that much.

Tamaki was so proud and thankful of his friends when his family was finally reunited. His father had taken control of the business and – at the request of his son- had allowed Tamaki's grandmother to have a partnership to manage the company. Anne-Sophie and Tamaki had literally made up for lost time and surprisingly everyone finally seemed to get along. Anne-Sophie and Tamaki's grandmother often enjoyed listening to Tamaki play music on the piano.

As if on cue a young and beautiful looking woman with long vivacious walked to the bottom of the stairs to greet her son with a comforting smile that he had certainly become used to over the years with her. Forgetting the situation at hand he smiled and approached her at the bottom of the stairs.

"Mother," He said lightly.

"Tamaki, would you please play us another song?" Her voice was calm and gentle, he felt so safe and protected around her.

"Where's dad?"

"We're all waiting for you in the music room." There was always a special downstairs music room which Tamaki was thrilled about. He would waste away hours simply playing delicate yet powerful tunes and medley's. He nodded his head and walked into the room, it took only a few seconds before his father's face stuck out more than the rest. A scowl. One of worry and fear. The war was brought back up in his memory.

What would the punishment be for rebelling against the Ohtori group? The Ohtori family then made him think of Kyoya. His best friend, the sense of betrayal stung so much that, as the days went by, Tamaki's hope that his friend hadn't forgotten about him left him feeling very defenceless. He was silent, not saying a word or even moving, his head facing the ground and his blonde bangs hiding his eyes.

There was a gentle hand on his shoulder and he did not even need to look up to know who it was. The years of separation from his mother had almost made him forget she was even around him. But there was no mistaking that kind and delicate touch. He remembered back to when she was ill, he always played the piano. Tamaki approached the piano, slowly, and slipped onto the seat. He crackled his knuckles before he played a soothing medley that was so soft and fragile it was possible to think that the tune was merely his own imagination. It was not a tune that existed, never the same notes were played before and yet… the mansion was filled with the intensity of music that danced around the air.

With his eyes closed as he focussed on the music, Tamaki missed his mother's genuine smile. The world was forgotten now; there was no fear, only tranquillity.

Or so it would seem.

Suddenly a sharp note sounded from the piano, wrecking and strangling the precious notes until they were long forgotten. Tamaki had allowed the reality and fear of the war to hit him and with that the balance had been disturbed by demons of his mind. He jumped back and off his seat in fright, everyone looked alarmed at the sudden change in mood. The mansion was plunged into silence as he approached his family.

"I-I'm sorry." He said and bowed his head to them.

"It's all right, son." Said his father, his voice tight and low. He beckoned Tamaki to sit between himself and his wife, and he did so. "Damn that Ohtori family!" Beside him Tamaki's grandmother nodded but she was obviously suffering from sleep deprivation.

"I had hoped Kyoya would try and put a stop to this." Tamaki said timidly.

"Kyoya-kun is a good kid, I am sure he will come through." Said Anne-Sophie evenly. Anne-Sophie had met Kyoya back when he was in his last few months of his second year at Ouran. There had been a trip that Tamaki did not dare go on out of fear of seeing his mother to gravely ill, like his grandmother told him she was. Kyoya was polite and gracious to her as she fed him and brought him in when he was exhausted. They had spoken of the young boy who lived in Japan to help keep his mother healthy. She liked Kyoya and had faith in him as a person. Tamaki looked at her and nodded; faintly he heard the roar of an engine and made his way to the main doors of the mansion, his parents following hurriedly behind. His grandmother walked slowly after them.

As they ran through, the doors were suddenly blasted away along with a large chunk of the wall. The impact picked Tamaki up and threw him to the ground, he coughed hard as the debris surrounded and landed on him.

"Mother, father, grandmother!" He tried to yell out as hard as he could but the dust that quickly filled his lungs made it increasingly difficult. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He turned to look up but as he did a support frame came crashing down. His eyes widened as he turned his body so he was facing down, arching his back in hopes that no bones would be shattered. The board made contact with Tamaki but thankfully it hadn't hurt as much as he thought. Perhaps injuries he'd faced in the war – though they weren't major – had made him numb to most attacks on his body? Groaning he found that his body ached too much from exhaustion. He knew the Ohtori group where here to arrest them so he knew not to fight back, so he lay there. Not saying a word. There was silence, but still he did not look up.

"Tamaki…" Said a quiet yet recognisable voice. He hadn't heard it in a long while. Before he knew it, Kyoya was beside him, pulling away the frame that crashed down on him. Dazed and confused, Tamaki looked up at him through half open eyes. Kyoya looked concerned and panicked, sweat on his forehead and bags under his eyes showed Tamaki all the effort he was making to protect his friend. For the first time since the war, Tamaki Suoh gave a real smile.

"I knew you'd come." He whispered and continued to smile tiredly.

"Such tragically dramatic things you say." Kyoya joked back a little without smiling, his smile would never surface – not when he was this worried. Tamaki chuckled a little and Kyoya helped him sit up. "I am sorry, Tamaki, have you been hurt?" He shook his head.

"Nothing that's serious," He looked around. "Wait, where're my family?"

"Men!" Kyoya said, snapping his fingers. "Retrieve the Suoh group." They nodded and went to find the others and dig them out from the debris while one mad began the announcement he had spoken to the others. Tamaki turned his head and looked at him.

"Suoh heir Tamaki Suoh. As punishment for your rebellious attitude you shall all serve as slaves of the Ohtori family. If you should not accept this you and your family will be under government arrest." Kyoya had wanted nothing more than to make the rule that man had said go away but he knew he couldn't. He looked at Tamaki, whose eyes had gone wide before – subtly- filling up with tears.

"But… I've finally got all my family together again…" He said quietly, staring at the man who had given the order.

"If you come with us as a slave then your family will stay together at a safe house in France along with a short supply of our men." Said the man as he gestured behind him. Tamaki looked over to see his parents clutching to each other tightly and his grandmother patting Anne-Sophie's back. He looked down and allowed the bangs to shield his emotion from view.

"All right." He said flatly. He refused to look up and watch as his family were dragged out of sight.

"Be safe, Tamaki!" Anne-Sophie called out, Tamaki raised his head but they were already gone from his sight. He knew he would probably never see them again if the war commenced. Kyoya lifted him to his feet and walked him to the limo, glaring at any other guard who tried to prevent him doing so.

Once both men were safely in the car they sat across from each other. The guilt and bitter self-hatred cut into him like a knife. Kyoya looked at Tamaki, who was staring out the window.

"Tamaki… It's been a long time, I assure you, I never intended this to happen." Tamaki slowly nodded his head.

"I know, Kyoya, and I get it. This is the only way to protect us and our families, right?" Stunned that he had figured his cause out so suddenly had rendered him speechless. He simply nodded and Tamaki smiled a little. "I knew it. Where're the others?" Kyoya explained how the other host club members were and informed him on the favour the twins had done for Tamaki, said Suoh sat and for once listened patiently.

"The twins did the right thing, I'm proud of them." Again, all Kyoya could do was nod. "What happens next?"

"What do you mean?" Kyoya asked, looking at him curiously.

"I'm the last one you needed to get, right? So what happens now you have us all?" Kyoya could not believe he didn't think this out as much as he should have. True his friends would be safe but what had he intended to happen? No way can he just tell them that they're servants for the rest of their lives. He needed to do something, starting up the rebellion from where Hunny and Takashi had left off would be good but he'd be locked away. And most likely the clubs families would be killed.

"I-I don't know yet…" An eerie silence flooded throughout the limo, time went by slowly as they approached the servant's quarters and stood outside the door, alone. "The others are in here." Kyoya knocked on the door and told them who it was, without a word they entered the room.

Time seemed to stop. All eyes were on the two of them. No-one dared speak. The whole group was finally together again. If only they met under different circumstances they could celebrate.

"Milord…" Said Hikaru quietly. Tamaki allowed a small smile.

"Why the sad faces? Our families are safe and we're together, remember, we're family too." Many of the others gave small smiles, aside from the twins who looked at each other and turned their backs on everyone else as they sat on the bottom bunk. Kyoya knew it was because they had a little sister to think of and a recently deceased mother they never had the chance to grieve for. Not while their sister was around anyway. Tamaki noticed and left Kyoya to talk with the others. Tamaki sat down and shuffled his way in front of them, looking at the pair who was facing the wall. "I heard about your sister and mother. I'm so sorry for the both of you."

"Boss," Kaoru said, lifting his head, tears in his eyes. "We're sorry but we can't feel happy after something like that. We never got to grieve our mother and we still think about Ageha." Hikaru put an arm around Kaoru's shoulders.

"Kaoru," Said Tamaki gently. "I know it's hard, and that no-one can really understand but you. However, we have each other and we can help anyway possible. And Ageha is safe now; you guys protected her by sacrificing yourselves. You've turned out to be great men." Identical heads lifted. "And you protected Haruhi, I'm so proud of you."

"We've missed your idiotic smile and unusually accurate wisdom, Tono." Said Hikaru lightly.

"How many times have I told you?" Said Tamaki, an amused look plastered all over his face, the twins raised an eyebrow, knowing a joke was about to come. "Call me king!"

A/N: Coming up: Kyoya decides to take action and holds a private meeting with the others to discuss a way out of the war. Yuuichi becomes suspicious of his brother and Kyoya begins making connections and giving word to rebuild the resistance.