[Voice]

[haruhi_fujioka]

I think I understand how I came to be here. [There isn't much inflection in her voice.] Does anyone know about the Ouran Host Club? Or anyone named Tamaki?

[She isn't going to take out her anger on anyone but him. Surely this is his doing. He really went too far this time!]

My name is Haruhi Fujioka. I'm in Class 1-A and -

I just need directions. [A map would be wonderful!] Thank you very much.

[Now onto a part meant for only Tamaki's ears, though she has no clue how to make it private.]

Dad, I'm going to rebel.

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[princelycharm]

Around 2? Yeah I think it was two~!

[He looks up at her from his pillow and gives her a soft smile.]

..you and Kyouya won't disappear while I sleep, right?

[Haruhi's soft laughter and words caused a long and hearty laugh from the host club king.]



Yes, many hair colours indeed~!!!

[haruhi_fujioka]

[Two too many in her book. She stands up and glances at Kyouya.]

He said I could have his room, but if you want us both to stay here, I don't mind.

[While the laughter is nice to hear, she is just imagining his ribs protesting.]

[princelycharm]

[The last thing Tamaki wants is for the two of them to be worried. And he's just happy that Kaoru wasn't staying in the same room as well. Cause it'll break Tamaki's heart to see any of them sad for him.]



It would certainly make me happier~!

[haruhi_fujioka]

[She will worry less if she's nearby. That's what families do when someone is sick, right? And she knows Kyouya must be tired from the stress and strain of looking after Tamaki. Maybe she can help give him a break.]

Then I'll sleep in here too.

[hostclubshadowking]

We'll both be right here.

[It's a calm, quiet promise. As long as Tamaki still wants both of them to stay, everything's fine. The time hasn't come. But it will, eventually.

He doesn't let himself visibly think about that.]

Do you need something to help you sleep? I have more laudanum.

[princelycharm]

I'm happy...thank you~!

[His tone was finally revealing the exhaustion his body had accumulated over the period that Kyouya and Haruhi had entered the room. Masking the pain and moving as if nothing was wrong truly exhausted the host club king's physical state. So he pushed his cheeks on the pillow and his eyes slowly closing. But he kept his violet orbs still watching over the two most important people in his life.]



No...[A brief yawn and a short flinch at the pain the yawn caused.] Having you two here is enough....

[haruhi_fujioka]

[Laudanum? Haruhi glances at Kyouya, looking a little worried. That stuff could become an addiction. Then again, the pain he's feeling must be awful. It's a lose/lose situation.

Her expression falls and she moves to sit down nearby.]

Sweet dreams. [Everything else can wait. It's strange how important these two have become to her, but she can't deny that she doesn't want to be anywhere else but here.]

[hostclubshadowking]

Everything I have is either a natural anesthetic and not very potent... or opium-based.

[Kyouya says it calmly, very evenly. A mild drone of conversation, in a way. Nothing that will keep Tamaki awake.]

The medical equipment available here -- at least what I've been able to obtain -- is roughly that of the western world circa eighteen-hundred. Some things are older, some newer, but in general...

[A shrug. He's a poor excuse for a doctor, no real training at all, and yet he's the most qualified of them all.]

[haruhi_fujioka]

You don't have a choice. [She shakes her head, keeping her voice low.] And he can't stay in pain. He won't get any rest that way.

[Besides, she trusts Kyouya will be appropriate with the dosages.]

We really are in the past.

[hostclubshadowking]

Or some version of it.

[He sighs, taking a seat at the desk.]

The whole thing is like one of Renge's manga. A group of people are pulled by a spirit into another world, one they're ill suited for, and have to collect a magical artifact to get back.

Except that unlike in a manga... there's real blood. Real lives on the line.

[Sugarcoating it won't help anyone. So, he won't even try.]

[haruhi_fujioka]

How many versions of the past can there be? [The potential answer for that question makes her head spin.] What is the magical artifact? Does anyone know what it looks like?

[She grimaces and sits back, taking a deep breath.]

Dad is going to be so worried.

[hostclubshadowking]

Your father won't know you were ever gone. That's... one good thing about this place. Just like you didn't know we'd been gone.

[It's the only good news he's gotten in a long time, actually.]

We're looking for a jewel. It's made up of several small, red shards that have been scattered. Apparently, once whole, it has the power to grant a wish.

[haruhi_fujioka]

But you said… [She frowns.] If you know that, why were you upset that Tamaki didn't miss you being gone, Kyouya?

…mm. Sounds like something out of a fairytale.

[hostclubshadowking]

[Most people, he will deny things around. Scoff and wave off their remarks, and they believe him. He knows better with Haruhi, though.]

The difference between knowing something and having to acknowledge it.

[haruhi_fujioka]

[She softens and nods slowly.] I understand. I think I know partially how you feel. I almost want people to miss me and make a big fuss, but then…

It's better if they don't.