It was thirty minutes into class. Hikaru and Kaoru stared questioningly at the empty desk in the back corner of their classroom. They both felt weirdly irritated at the sight of the empty desk, even though all she did in that class was stare out the window most of the time. The younger one spoke up, "hmm… I wonder where our toy for Algebra 2 is…"
"Who cares. Probably with Rena or whatever," Hikaru scoffed. "Well we have Haruhi in our next class so we won't have to be bored."
"Bu- Mhm," Kaoru hesitated to agree, but he felt too tired to disagree. He glanced at the desk once more.
The classes dragged on longer than usual. Maybe they were tired from the night out with the host club members. Anyways, they wanted to jokingly rub it in Yuubi's face: how much fun they had without her. She would surely be at the host club after school, wouldn't she? After what seemed like days of being glued onto a chair, the last class of the day was finally excused. The two twins and Haruhi walked to the host club, just like every other Friday.
"WHATTTTTTTTT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Tamaki's booming voice rang through the ears of everybody in Music Room 3 as the three friends entered the room. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?..." There was a pause. Hikaru and Kaoru had their fingers in their ears as Haruhi slouched in annoyance. "HIKARU, KAORU!" Tamaki shouted, snapping his fingers in urgency.
They immediately snapped into their loyal servant characters. "YES, MASTER," they asked in unison, saluting to their host club leader.
"YOU GUYS HAVE MORNING CLASS WITH YUUBI, RIGHT?!" They nodded slowly, wondering where this question was going to take them. "WAS SHE HERE THIS MORNING?" They shook their heads. "WHAT?! MOMMMY! MOMMY! WHAT DO WE DO?!" Tamaki called out to the boy with glasses in the corner with a clipboard.
"Well… what's wrong," Kyoya asked flatly, not looking up from his clipboard.
"MOMMY! ONE OF OUR CHILDREN'S GONE MISSING!" Tamaki yelled, pleading for Kyoya for an answer. He nodded, still scribbling on his clipboard, refusing to break his gaze from it.
"Eh… she probably just ditched class to go hang out with Rina," Hikaru said, feeling a tinge of jealousy.
"WELL IDIOT… RENA'S THE ONCE CALLING ME RIGHT NOW CONCERNED ABOUT WHERE SHE IS… SO THAT CANT BE IT… CAN IT? APPARENTLY, RENA SAW ONE OF HER GUY FRIENDS HARRASSING YUUBI INTO LETTING HIM TAKE HER HOME AND RENA HASN'T HEARD FROM YUUBI SINCE THEN!" The members of the host club felt a sudden anxiety rush through their body. They stopped.
"…Jeez Tamaki senpai… How was I supposed to know," Hikaru mumbled, looking down at his feet.
"Well we should find her, wherever she is," Haruhi claimed, putting her hand on Hikaru's shoulder.
"Yeah! Let's!" Kaoru worriedly ran out the door. Is she okay? What guy saw her as a girl?
"AH~ Kaoru! Wait up" Hikaru chased his younger brother out the door, quite surprised at Kaoru, who was usually the calmer and more collected of the two. Shit. Where did she go?
"OK! LET'S GO! SPLIT UP EVERYONE AND GIVE ME A CALL WHEN YOU FIND HER," Tamaki shouted, pointing at the door. He, Honey, Haruhi, and Mori rushed out of the door. Kyoya sighed, put down his clipboard, and walked out behind them. They couldn't tell how long and how many times they had searched the buildings of the school campus.
"Mori! Mori!" Honey's eyes lit up. "Look!" Mori calmly walked towards Honey, who was jumping up and down, pointing inside a classroom, A14.
"The art room?" Mori looked inside.
"Yup yup," Honey giggled as he stepped inside the room full of easels and canvas. He approached the one with orange and yellow leaves. It looked as if it had been erased or restarted as white paint covered a huge portion of the piece. "Look! It's Yuubi's piece! She must've worked really hard on it," he exclaimed, smiling happily at it and pointing at the name tag.
"Huh…" Mori said. "It's nice. That girl really does love autumn…"
"And…. And… and sweets…" Honey drooled. "That's how me and Usa-chan really got to know her! No one ate sweets with me as much as she did until she joined the club… Most of the time it was just me and Usa-chan eating alone at our table… so we have to find her," he beamed up to his giant friend with a big silly smile.
"Ah," Mori nodded as his lips curved into a gentle smile. "Let's go." He threw Honey on top his shoulders and exited the room.
The sky was vivid blue as she slowly opened her eyes. She groaned at the sunlight that stung her opening eyes, shielding them with her hands. What time is it? She sat up to check her watch. The cool breeze softly picked up some leaves and blew across her face, ruffling her short hair. It felt nice. She lazily looked at the time. 4:45pm WHAT?! DID I REALLY SLEEP THROUGH ALL OF MY CLASSES?! I SHOULD BE AT THE HOST CLUB RIGHT NOW.
"Well well… looks like I found the damsel in distress," a familiar voice coldly called from behind. She turned around but couldn't make out who it was because the glare was in her eyes. She had a big idea who it was though.
"Kyoya-senpai?..."
"Looking uglier than usual," he said with an empty smile.
"I'm tired," she yawned.
"Yeah, it shows."
"Is there a problem," she asked, laughing now. He did not return the laughter.
"Anyways, I don't know how why anybody would let themselves collapse on a rooftop alone for hours..."
"Ehh… It felt nice," she shrugged.
"Well, it's not smart. If you're going to collapse, collapse at Music Room 3," he demanded, furrowing his brows.
His voice had suddenly become stern. She looked up to him in surprise and then a smirk came across her face. "Haha. Fine. " She stared into the distance; the sun was departing and the view of the city from the rooftop was enchanting. "You really do have a warm heart Kyoya senpai… It's no wonder Tamaki senpai calls you mommy." His eyes widened as he gasped a little. He never thought of himself more than a selfish yet genius businessman – he only saw himself a little more than a sociopath. What is she saying? "…But you don't have to be so worried about me. I'm fine. I'm always fine," she laughed, teasing him a little. "I'm Yuubi! The rebel type!" She stuck out her tongue and flexed her arm muscles jokingly.
"Hmph," he chuckled, raising his glasses.
" – WE RAN HERE AS SOON AS WE GOT YOUR TEXT MESSAGES!" The metal door of the rooftop slammed open.
The two looked back. It was the whole host club. "THERE YOU ARE YUUBI-CHAN," Honey sweetly exclaimed, tossing his bunny in the air repetitively.
"Yeah Yuubi-chan! We're glad to see you're okay," Haruhi smiled.
"You guys," Yuubi laughed nervously. All this? Because I was napping?... "Thanks for all of this… but why were you guys so worried? You know I'm a lazy pig."
"We got a call from Rena about some guy from last night trying to take you home, and thought something happened," Kaoru slightly pouted, looking away from her.
"Ahh…" she nodded, trying not to recall the images in her head.
"Did something happen," he questioned, realizing her subtle change in expression.
"Nope," she nervously laughed. "I just told him to go home, and he obviously did. Duh! Hahaha!"
"It sounds like something happened. What happened," Hikaru growled, impatient at her obvious refusal to tell the truth.
"Hehe nothing! We just all hung out and left. That's all." She felt uncomfortable.
"Yeah, so Brian Koller, eh?" Kyoya raised his glasses, causing a glare to shine across it. She felt the hairs on her body stand as she heard those words. How does he know?
"YEAH BRIAN KOLLER. I'VE HEARD OF HIM," shouted Tamaki. "He's a slightly bit older than us, about Mori and Honey's age. And his dad is FAMOUS in Europe for owning one of the dominant car companies there. YUUBI YOU WERE WITH HIM?! How is he?!" She cringed at the question as the event began to repeat in her head.
"He's alright," she managed to say, not making eye contact with anybody.
"Oh? It says here… He's known as a playboy in Europe," Kyoya added.
The twins gasped, fuming with anger, while Honey and Mori silently and worriedly watched her in the background. She nearly choked at that statement. Isn't that the truth, she thought sarcastically. "No, you guys I'm fine! Nothing happened," she forced a smile, a smile that insisted that they couldn't fight it out of her. They hesitantly nodded.