So I know the last chapter came out of no where and threw some, if not all, of you for a loop. I apologize, I wanted to show the other side of Malayne and soon she will be showing her vampire side. Just so you are aware. Thank you guys for the reviews I really appreciate it, and I appreciate all of you! Much love, YoungJapaneseWriter

Chapter Eight:

Days after the incident, Malayne was still in a depressive state like she always was when it came to mob business. Tamaki would try his hardest to make the girl feel better, but would not get any response. On this day Malayne was a little better than the last two, but still uncooperative toward anyone that tried to gain her attention. When they arrived to class, Tamaki had questioned her about their homework but she would only respond with a nod or a shake.

"Mal what is wrong, for days I have tried to make some sort impact on your sadness."

"Tamaki...I just, I lost a friend a couple days ago, and I haven't quite come to terms with it yet. I am sorry and I do appreciate you trying to help, but it was really had and I am not ready to go to her funeral yet. It feels wrong to go see her family, and to see her," Malayne whispered, and before anything else was said Malayne got up and left through the back class room door, giving a wave to the teacher who looked equally concerned.

"Kyoya," Tamaki inquired solomnly.

"Yes Tamaki."

"Can you find out who has died recently, who is close to our age in this city?"

"I can try."

As Kyoya typed away on his computer, Tamaki looked sadly at the door that Malayne had gone through. He missed his friend, and not that Kyoya cared for her, but he was quite curious as to who would have died young around their age. After a lot of research, filing through police reports, hospital clients, factoring three to four days, and age, Kyoya had only found one person in the area. He did not like the result.

"Well her name, if I am correct, was Yuki Toochi, she was 20 years old and lived with her parents. She was a local college student, and it is said that she was supposedly in a local gang for a long time and then changed? She was found with a gun shot wound to her head and lacerations on her ankle and wrists, and was found on the side of the road by people passing in the streets, around four days ago. The cops have seen this type of thing over the course of a couple years, and they are speculating change in mob bosses."

"That's awful! No wonder why she is so upset!"

Kyoya was wondering how the girl knew the deceased, and he was hoping that it wasn't a mob connection. He wouldn't say anything to his friend, because he knew it would crush him if it was true.

Over in the third years class, the cousins of the host club were boredly observing the world outside the classroom. Nothing was said from the taller cousin, but the smaller one rambled on about the colour of the world. Fall was in play and the leaves were changing beautiful colours. Mitsukini stopped mid sentence when Malayne was seen rushing into the maze, but fell to her knees halfway to the pavilion. Before Mitsukini could say anything, Takashi rushed out the classroom, without telling the teacher anything. He rushed through the hallways, never realizing that his cousin wasn't behind him or why he was actually running toward the girl. He rushed into the maze and saw the girl was still fallen in the middle of the path. She was weeping, she was shaking so horribly, there would have been no way she could have gotten up.

Takashi swooped up the girl in his arms and glided toward the pavilion in the middle of the large maze. Malayne clung to the taller man as she wept, never realizing who has her, and at this moment, she absolutely didn't care. He placed her on the bench and sat next to her, never saying a word as she cried. He rubbed her back soothingly, which seemed to help a little bit.

"I'm sorry Mori-senpai that you had to come rescue me, even though it wasn't so much a rescue as sympathy."

Takashi only grunted in response as the girl collected herself. She took a couple deep breaths and leaned against the taller man. His face flushed in response, he continued rubbing her back as her eyes slowly drained of happiness.

"My friend died four days ago, we had been close for two years. It was right after my fiance died, and she helped fill a little hole in my heart where a giant one was. She was like family and now she's gone. It's all my fault. I'm sorry for putting this on you, but Tamaki is always so happy and I didn't want to ruin his day."

"You have been sad and Tamaki has noticed that, it is affecting him too," Takashi reasoned.

"I guess your right, and I will apologize to him when I see him next. Thank you Mori-senpai," she whispered but didn't move from his shoulder.

They stayed their for a little while longer, enjoying the silence of the other. Mitsukini saw this and smiled at his cousin, and seeing the happiness in him as he sat with the girl.

"I suppose we should get back to class, Tamaki is probably freaking out and annoying the piss out of Kyoya," she chuckled but sobered up quickly, "sorry about the language, I'm not use to talking to anyone but my...my workers. Well and Tamaki, but he just panicks which is amusing."

Takashi shrugged his shoulder and started walking toward the exit. Malayne smiled and caught up to the man. Compared to Malayne, Takashi was a head and a half taller than her. Malayne walked close to Takashi, and oddly he found that he didn't mind.

"Thank you again, I know I say that alot, but honestly I don't get to vent often. I don't have family, and my friends are only work friends."

"Relax."

Malayne nodded and thanked him one last time. Takashi walked the girl back to class where she slipped in unnoticed, and then walked back to his class without a care. Malayne apologized to Tamaki and Kyoya for their worries about her. Takashi was patted on his shoulder by his smaller cousin, and smiled at his cousin.

Malayne unknowing smiled as she sat at her desk, as she thought of how kind the older man was. This was the moment Malayne realized she had a crush for the first time since her fiance.

She didn't know whether to be ashamed or to be happy.