A Single Rose

A/N: Guys, I'm glad to say that although I did post 'The End' around 50 days ago, due to the lack (AKA: Nonexistance) of entries to adopt my poor story, I will have to continue on. I need to tell you a few things though:

1) I started writing this story when I was 11, and I am now 14. My writing style has changed so much over the past few years, and to tell you the truth, I cannot write sappy love.
2) I am actually rereading this backwards, and can't remember writing most of it! Some of these scenes are very poorly written, or are simply out of context. I may be going back and editing everything, probably changing a lot!
3) I have no plans to go on for this story. I made Renge the killer on a whim, and don't remember what it was, haha. I guess I'll just go with it :3
4) Lastly, I have lost a lot of interest in OHSHC, and will have to rewatch the series in order to have a good recollection of what all the characters' traits are, so bare with me and my OOC characters.

Now that that's all over, I'm starting this at 5am in the morning, and am ready to write! Let's see how this goes.
Disclaimer: OHSHC and all it's associated characters and circumstances are not my own, only my little thoughts that I've sewn together to make this story.

Haruhi shifted nervously as Renge approached, her back aching from her position on the floor, and her wrists and ankles stinking from their tight bindings. When Renge finally stopped in front of her, she smiled. Not an evil smile, or a smirk. No, it was a smile of pure joy, the joy of a person who had finally gotten their way. That's Renge kicked her in the gut. Hard. Haruhi shuddered as Renge kneeled, the manager's face scrutinizing her captive's every thought. Behind her, where Renge had come through, a door slammed, and Renge sighed in relief.

"I always hated having an unwanted audience..." She murmured, swiftly untying the cloth that Haruhi had had muting her. Renge smiled, this time an unsure smile. "I'm so sorry..." She mouthed, her hands working steadily on Haruhi's bindings, unknowing of the tears streaming down her face. When Renge had finished, she sighed again, looking to Haruhi and seeing her tears. "What is it? I won't hurt you again, I swear. It's just..." Renge gulped nervously. "Our audience loves violence." Haruhi opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was an unattractive croak. She cleared her throat and tried again.

"Why...? Who... Who are you talking about? Where am I?" She asked, her voice a scratchy whisper. Renge's smile faltered.

"The only one who would want you to miss your trial, Haruhi," Renge answered vaguely. Haruhi gasped at the realization.

"B-but my father's murderer.. He's in captivity. Kyouya told me he was!" She careened, her voice faltering as she got louder. "Kyouya wouldn't have told me unless he was certain..." Renge wrapped her arms round the shaking girl, who sobbed into her shoulder. The pressure was too much for her. First her father died, then she was kicked out of her apartment, and then the anticipation for the trial. She was finally finished. Broken. Renge patted her on the back, whispering words of encouragement. Slowly, the two fell asleep, Haruhi fitful, and Renge exhausted, unknowing of what was to come.

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Tamaki awoke the next morning to the bright sunshine, yawning as he slowly awoke. He grinned and stood. Haruhi would be awake by now, he was sure. Stealthily, he slunk down the hall, wondering how he would awake his princess. Cracking the door open slowly, he peeked into her room. Then he was hit with a sudden wave of emotion. Haruhi's room was wrecked. Her books were scattered across the ground, gowns lay in tattered heaps on the floor, and her new laptop was smashed, littered with glass from the broken window. The he saw her bed. The mattress was bare, foam scattered around a tear in the fabric of it. On the wall above the headrest, though, was what worried him.

In a blood-red color, he wall read in leaking letters: 'Your princess is gone, look no further than the dragon's nest.'

He knew where she would be, and he was certain he would need all the help he could get. Calmly, he called up Kyouya.

"Mon ami, I hope you are ready. The dragon is back."

_SceneChange_

Kyouya stood, his eyes dull as he listened to Tamaki's revelation. He had known that man had returned for so long, watching, waiting. Now he struck, hitting those he hated hard. Kyouya hated games, and was ready to declare he final move. All had come to plan, but now he needed his Bishop, and he could utter those winning words.

"Checkmate."

Okay, guys! Here is my reintroducing chapter! I am not nearly as exuberant or sappy as I once was, but I can always get things done. It's half past six (Writing a chappy in one hour! Woot!), and I'm done hiding. I'm back now, until the story ends.

All the hosts: *Applause*

Hikaru: Now, Blue, you realize if you ever leave again, Kaoru and I will have very much pleasure in punishing you...

Hunni: And Mori and I know where you live...

Kyouya: And I control your bank accounts...

Tamaki: So, Blue, I hope you understand that you will not be leaving again. Right?

Me: Oh, no, what have I gotten myself into!

Bye guys, and see ya in the next chapter!
(P.S.: Over 12k reads? Not possible. Thanks so much, R&R, feel free to flame!)