Oh my God, this is so late. Sorry about that. *sweatdrops*
I found a new cover, and I think this one is a bit better. And it cropped right, so that's a plus.
This story is going to be changed to M with this chapter. You'll see why soon. c;
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Hitori Kakurenbo
ひとりかくれんぼ
"One-Man Hide and Seek"
"The 'One-Man Hide and Seek,' also known as the 'One-Man Tag,' is a ritual for contacting the dead. The spirits, which are wandering restless on the Earth, are always looking for bodies to possess. In this ritual, you will summon such a spirit, by offering it a doll instead of a human body."
As soon as Chiruka said those four life changing words, Tamaki picked up Haruhi without hesitation and ran out of the auditorium, the doors now openable, not once looking back, but he could tell from the screams and splatters that the horror was already starting.
Many students had started killing each other, wanting Chiruka's offer for themselves. Others were sobbing, realizing that their fate was sealed. Tamaki pushed his tears away, wanting to be strong for Haruhi, would was already broken, knowing that so many people wanted her dead, and were going to make sure that she was going to be.
Tamaki ran into an empty classroom and locked the door with inhumane speed, setting Haruhi down on the teacher's desk. "Haruhi, are you—"
She kicked him in the abdomen, sending him back into a desk.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed at him, tears running down her face.
It broke Tamaki's heart.
"DON'T YOU WANT ME DEAD, TOO?!" she continued. "THAT'S WHY YOU BROUGHT ME HERE, ISN'T IT?! SO YOU CAN KILL ME FAST AND EA—"
Tamaki wrapped his arms around her, turning the screaming girl silent.
"I could never do that to you, Haruhi," Tamaki said, letting out a choked sob he didn't realize he was holding. "You don't deserve this. No one deserves this."
Haruhi was in a shocked silence. She put her arms around the blonde. "Tamaki-senpai... I..."
She was cut off by his lips on hers.
Haruhi's breath caught in her throat, eyes widening. She slowly closed them, accepting the kiss. His lips tasted like chocolate and tea, and she loved it. She pressed her hips to his, making him groan, sending sudden heat through her.
They broke the kiss, both blushing. The two teenagers stared at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say. Haruhi suddenly laughed, breaking the silence.
"Well... that was... something," Haruhi said.
"Yeah," Tamaki replied, panting. "Haruhi... I..."
Haruhi looked at him, curious.
"I... love you," he finished, blushing even more, if that was possible. "I might as well admit it now... considering the situation."
"...I feel the same way, Senpai," Haruhi admitted, looking at the ground.
Tamaki lifted her chin up to look at her in the eyes, a pleasant smile on his face. "I'm happy that you feel the same way, Haruhi. But... you don't have to call me Senpai."
"'M sorry," Haruhi apologized. "It's a habit, I suppose... Tamaki."
Tamaki's child-like grin returned to his face. "THAT'S SO ADORABLE!" he fangirled.
Haruhi chuckled. "I should've expected that one."
"Attention, everyone!" Chiruka's voice boomed over the loudspeaker, breaking the happy mood. "Just a little thing I forgot to mention earlier: multiple weapons have been placed around the school, to make your job a little bit easier, along with food and water. Can't have all of you dying of starvation and dehydration, now can we?" She laughed. "Good luck, and to quote that shitty Battle Royale rip-off, may the odds be ever in your favor!"
The loudspeaker clicked off.
"Oh... I forgot," Tamaki said stupidly.
Haruhi raised an eyebrow. "How did you forget that fast?"
Tamaki scratched the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "I guess I was so happy... it must have slipped my mind."
He walked towards Haruhi, and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Haruhi, I promise that nothing, and I mean nothing, will happen to you. I would rather kill myself than let you get hurt."
He wrapped her into a tight hug. "I'll protect you with my life, my fleur de printemps."
From the little French she learned from Tamaki, Haruhi knew what he said. She hugged him like it would be the last time she would ever see him.
And sobbed.
Hikaru was nonchalant.
He had never thought about killing someone—let alone Haruhi, of all people—but... knowing now, that if he wanted to survive, he had no choice but to do it.
And the image of Haruhi, lifeless and covered in blood underneath him sent a longing fire through his body.
Hikaru lead his twin to the nearest wall, away from the other students, most of them in the process of killing each other. He looked down and saw a blood stained knife, mostly likely one that someone dropped. He picked it up and ran his finger down the sharp side. It was dull, but it could get the job done.
"Hey, Kaoru?" he called to his twin after they left the auditorium, the screams making his ears ring.
"Yeah?" Kaoru asked.
Hikaru smirked and raised the knife so Kaoru could see it. "Looks like we have some work to do."
Hikaru was no longer scared.
He was going to kill Haruhi, and get Tamaki back for taking her away from him.
Ah, how he'd love to see Tono's look of shock and betrayal, seeing his precious Haruhi die right before him.
No matter what it took.
Honey was happy.
He could finally release the anger he'd been holding back for years, and in one of his favorite ways, too.
Violence.
As a child, Honey was quite reckless. He never worried for his own safety.
But one day, that karma came back to bite him in the ass.
He had been climbing a tree without anyone watching him, and the branch he had been hanging on suddenly broke, sending him to the ground.
He was lucky to have even survived. But, sadly, he hadn't gone off scot-free. He suffered severe brain damage.
Years later, Mitsukuni Haninozuka was diagnosed as a sociopath.
He hid his desire to hurt others with a cheerful smile and an "optimistic" personality, and his family thought nothing of it.
That is, if you count the suicide attempts.
Honey was tired of living behind a mask his entire life, only getting out his anger through martial arts, and tried to kill himself twice. The first time was hanging; the second was cutting his wrists.
Mori caught him both times.
The small blonde knew that his family was aware of his slipping mental health, he would be sent away to an asylum, and he would be a disgrace and disowned, so he swore Mori to secrecy, threatening him and his own family.
The taller boy agreed.
For years, Honey had kept up this façade, and he was fucking tired of it. But now... now he could finally let his true self be free.
He tackled the person nearest to him—a girl—and began to choke her, Mori watching behind him silently. A maniacal grin slid onto the boy lolita's face as the girl clawed at the hands around her neck, eyes wide in fear, and her legs thrashing. After a few moments, she let out a low gurgle and went limp underneath him.
Honey let out a 'hmm,' his eyes narrowing at the girl's dead body. Not enough blood.
An idea popped in his head and he forced the girl's mouth open, and ripped out her tongue. The pink muscle came out almost immediately, blood splashing all over Honey and the girl's unmoving face. Honey brought the tongue closer to his face, examining it. He looked at his blood covered hands, and turned to Mori, giving him a wide smile.
"C'mon, Takashi, we have a girl to track down!" he said in a disturbingly cheerful tone.
Mori only nodded and sat the smaller boy on his shoulders. Honey almost laughed out loud. Takashi was his obedient little pet; his pawn in this game. Whatever he instructed him to do, the taller boy would do. Honey knew that during the years of keeping his secret to himself, Takashi developed a infatuation with him. Whatever Takashi did right, Honey would award his pet with a "treat."
Honey slapped the tongue onto Mori's cheek like a whip, leaving blood on it. "Let's go, Takashi!"
Mori only grunted and he jogged out of the auditorium with Honey on his shoulders.
The small blonde laughed.
This is gonna be so much fun!
A figure stood in the shadows, unseen by the people around them. They stared at the bloodbath, before a smirk slid onto their face.
This will be quite entertaining, they thought. Although, I'll have to have a talk with a certain someone before I can join the fun.
Fleur de printemps means "Spring Flower" in French.
Oh my God, this chapter was so much fun to write. Personally, I can totally see Hikaru wanting to get back at Tamaki and Honey being a sociopath. I mean, just think about it. I dunno, it might just be another weird ass headcannon of mine.
There's gonna be some Honey/Mori action and maybe some twincest later, so look forward to that. ;3
I hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you later, my dear reader.