[FAN FICTION] zombies ate my title
Title: lol what's a title
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: R, on the safe side [gore, and bloody violence]
Word Count: 2687
Notes: Zombies. Mood whiplash. Unbetaed.
Mori swung the blood-stained shovel, lopping off the heads of two more of the undead. Keeping an eye out on Honey, he lunged, and easily got a third.
“Forty-five,” he said as he flicked the blood off the shovel.
He heard the soft crack of another skull getting split open, and saw Kyoya off to his left, weilding a baseball bat. “Thirty-two,” Kyoya called to him, disgust obvious on his features.
“M-must we kill them?! They were our classmates!” Tamaki fretted, as he held a broomstick uneasily with both hands.
“Yes, Sempai. They’re going to eat us, and make us into one of them, if we don’t.” Haruhi knocked down three more with the graceless ease she showed in everything else she did.
“And if we become one of them, we can’t have any more cake,” Honey chirped brightly. “Oh, sixty eight!”
“Alright, Honey-sempai,” the twins chorused, getting the attention of a group of what used to be their female classmates. Hikaru bent down, and gently kissed his brother, while the girls all moaned “MOEEEEEEEE.” Mori easily beheaded the distracted girls, and moved to bar the door.
He and Honey shoved one of the large armoires in front of the doors of Music Room Three, in an attempt to keep out as many of the undead as possible.
Mori wasn’t sure what started the infection, and he didn’t really care. He just didn’t want to see any of his friends hurt, and if that meant that he had to take off a few heads to keep them safe, then so be it.
Slamming the shovel down, blade first, Mori took out the last of the undead that was in the music room.
“Is everyone alright,” Kyoya asked, slumping into a nearby chair, lacking his usual poise.
“We’re fine,” the twins called back, clinging to each other, from the middle of a circle of bodies.
“I’m pretty sure none of this is mine,” Haruhi said, looking at her gore-stained uniform. “And sempai looks like he’s still in one piece,” she answered for Tamaki, who was beyond articulate speech at the moment.
“‘M fine.”
Honey wiped his hands on the back of his pants, grimacing at the blood covering them. “A-okay over here!”
“Good.” Kyoya pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to think of what to do next.
“...Wh-what do we do now?” Tamaki wrung his hands, looking at his blood-spattered host club, desperately trying to ignore his dead classmates on the floor, and the moans of those outside the doors of the club room.
“I’m calling the Ootori police force right now, and seeing if they can figure out a way to bring an armored truck here.” Kyoya pulled out his cellphone, then cursed after holding the phone up to his ear for only a moment. “All the lines are jammed. Wonderful.”
Honey knocked a few of the still-twitching bodies out of the way, and retrieved Kyoya’s still unharmed laptop.
“Maybe you can send a message to our parents,” he asked, looking as innocent as ever, despite the blood covering his face and hands.
“What if my father is still in his office, and he can’t defend himself?!” Tamaki stood in shock, the realization of what was happening finally catching up to him.
“Your father took the day off, remember? He’s at the Suoh estate, surrounded by plenty of competent guards.” Kyoya didn’t bother trying to console Tamaki, instead trying to be the voice of reason, and hoping that it would get through to him.
The twins quietly chattered in a corner, holding each other a little more closely than what would be considered normal for them, while Haruhi sat beside them, staring at her blood-stained hands.
Kyoya sent out a message to everyone’s parents except Haruhi’s, letting them know that they were all safe. He sent out a second message to the leader of the Ootori private police, requesting an armored vehicle to come and get them. Soon after, the battery on his laptop died. Calmly closing his laptop, Kyoya looked up at Mori.
“I’ve sent out a message to my family’s private police force. But, the battery just died on this stupid thing, and now I won’t know if they received the message. Hopefully, they’ll be able to get word to us somehow.” Pushing his glasses back up his nose, Kyoya took a deep breath and frowned. “We’re just going to have to get ourselves out of here.”
“Can you email with your phone?” Mori non-chalantly cleaned the blood off what he was coming to think of as his shovel, and looked back at Kyoya.
“Of course I can,” Kyoya said, slightly angry at himself that the thought had passed him by. Pulling his phone back out of his pocket, he sent a message directly to his father’s phone, hoping that it would be noticed. Almost immediately, he received a reply.
Am well. Spoke to Suoh, who has spoken to the other parents. All are okay. Will send car soon.
Kyoya sagged with relief, not sure if he wanted to tell anyone else the good news, and get their hopes up, possibly without reason.
“There should be a car coming soon,” he said so that only Mori could hear. “How long do you think we can hold out?”
“As long as we have to.”
“The doors won’t hold much longer.” Kyoya listened to the heavy wood splintering under the weight of his undead schoolmates.
“They’ll hold long enough. There’s only so many students here.” Honey looked up at Kyoya sadly, hoping that he wasn’t lying to his kouhai.
“If you say they will, then they will, Honey-sempai.” Kyoya pocketed his phone, and stood.
“My father has spoken with all of your parents. They’re all fine.” He took another deep breath, giving himself a few more seconds to debate how much he wanted to tell them, while everyone chattered excitedly. “Also,” he paused, waiting for the twins and Tamaki to quiet back down. “They should be sending a car for us.”
Hikaru, Kaoru, and Tamaki cheered, and Kyoya heard the moans outside the doors grow louder.
“Quiet down, you three. They can hear you out there.” Kyoya frowned deeper as he pushed his glasses up his nose again, reflexively.
“And if the others hear the ones at the door, then they’ll come up here and try to eat us,” Honey piped in. “And our cake,” he grumbled.
“Do you really have cake stashed somewhere, Honey-sempai?” Kaoru detached himself from Hikaru for a moment to look at everyone else.
“Of course!” Honey scurried off, easily hopping over the dead bodies littering the floor, and quickly came back with a small box from an easily recognized bakery. “I bring extra every morning, but no one else likes cake for breakfast. Would you like some?”
“Uhh, I don’t think there’s any forks or plates, Honey-sempai.”
“Oh, right. We can have some when we leave, okay?”
“Mitsukuni.”
Honey looked over at Mori, and noticed where his gaze was leading. “Just a second, Takashi.” He gently handed Kaoru the cake box. “Kao-chan, hold on to this for me for a little bit, okay?”
“S-sure, Honey-sempai. I’ll guard it with my life.”
“Thanks, Kao-chan!” He grabbed the broomstick that Tamaki had been holding, then ran over to Mori, who had picked his shovel back up, and was getting close to the breaking door. “We can’t let anything happen to them, Takashi.” Honey’s mouth set into a grim line as the doors split open with a final crack.
“I know.” Mori immediately started taking the heads off the undead, doing his best not to think of them as his former schoolmates, but rather as thoughtless things. He kept an eye on Honey, despite knowing that Honey could take care of himself better than even he could. Feeling someone coming up on his left from behind them, Mori turned, and almost hit Kyoya, who was clutching his baseball bat, with his shovel, but stopped himself just in time.
“Find us something else to block the door, Kyo-chan,” Honey told him sternly, punctuating a few syllables with kicks to the undead swarm.
“Right. Of course.” Kyoya found a large, violet cabinet, and called for Hikaru and Kaoru to come help him push it over to Mori and Honey.
“Coming, Kyoya-sempai,” they yelled in unison, after Kaoru gave Haruhi Honey’s cake to guard, while she stood over Tamaki with her mop. “Don’t let anything happen to that,” he whispered, wide-eyed. “Honey-sempai might forget that we’re not zombies, if his cake gets messed up.”
The second siege of Music Room Three was a much quieter battle than the first, mostly punctuated by the moans of the undead, the soft cracks of skulls being split apart, and the scraping of the cabinet getting pushed across the freshly waxed floors.
“Honey-sempai, Mori-sempai. Where do you want this,” Kyoya panted, out of breath from pushing the heavy cabinet even with the twins’ help.
“Find more heavy stuff, so we can put it in front of it.” Mori grunted, then softly apologized as he lobotomized what was formerly his class representative.
“Will we ever get out of here?!” Tamaki wailed, composure lost.
“Of course we will, sempai. Mori-sempai and Honey-sempai will make sure of it,” Haruhi told him. She watched her upperclassmen easily fight the seemingly never-ending waves of undead that swarmed to the door of music room three.
“R-right. Of course they will. Mori-sempai and Honey-sempai are the best, after all. That’s why I chose them for the Host Club!” Tamaki smiled weakly, almost convincing himself that everything would be alright.
Kyoya scowled as he, Hikaru, and Kaoru pushed the last love seat in front of the violet cabinet, re-blocking the door with a reinforcement than the last time.
Mori sagged onto the love seat, with Honey slightly leaning on him.
“Are you two alright,” Kyoya asked as he slid to the floor, in front of the love seat.
“Just a little sleepy,” Honey said, while Mori just grunted.
“Good,” Kyoya yawned. “We should have to wait too much longer.” He pulled out his phone, to see if there were any new messages since he had last checked.
There were none.
“Should we try to leave?” Kyoya wasn’t sure if it was Hikaru or Kaoru who asked, but he knew that both of them were all scared, and looking worse by the minute. Hell, he knew that they were all scared, himself included, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
“No. We need to trust that the Ootori police force will get here soon. We’re barricaded in. And if we can’t get out, then they” Mori jerked his head toward the door. “Can’t get in.”
“I think that’s the most you’ve said in a week, Takashi,” Honey said around a yawn.
Mori grunted, while Kyoya kept fiddling with his phone.
“I wonder if the whole country is overrun like the school, or if this is an isolated incident,” Haruhi mused. “I wonder what this’ll mean for fatty tuna...”
Kyoya wasn’t sure if Tamaki looked more horrified at the mere thought of the whole country overrun with masses of undead, or Haruhi still not being able to try fatty tuna. Both were tragedies, he was sure of that.
“I, for one, am hoping that it’s an isolated incident.” Kyoya pushed his glasses back up, and smeared blood on one lens. He pulled them off, and started to wipe them on his shirt, which just made the smear bigger, until Haruhi handed him a handkerchief. “Mm, thank you.”
“Just keep it.” She sat on the floor in front of him, still clutching her mop, with Tamaki to her right.
Kyoya tucked the bloody scrap of cloth into his pocket, then jerked when his phone vibrated in his lap. The preemptive scream of joy caught in his throat when he opened the newest message from his father.
Cannot reach the school by truck. Will try to send helicopter next. Stay safe.
Kyoya shook with rage and frustration at his own uselessness as he stared at the small screen of his phone. He knew that the would eventually be rescued. Probably, hopefully, before dark fully fell. At the very latest, before dawn. The not knowing, and being unable to do anything about what he did know ate at Kyoya. Standing, he paced the length of the room, before stopping and looking out one of the large windows.
“They see us.”
“What was that, Kyo-chan?”
“They can see us through the windows. And probably hear us, too.” Kyoya pulled the window closed, the wooden frame scraping against the sill, then drew the curtains shut on all the windows. He found one lamp, so they wouldn’t be completely in the dark, and turned it onto the lowest setting, close to where they were all sitting. While Kyoya was pulling the curtains closed, they all started moving, as if motivated by some unseen force. Honey and Mori opened another window, and started pushing the bodies out of it. Hikaru and Kaoru turned off the rest of the lights, barring the one that Kyoya had set near what they were using as a base camp. Haruhi went off in search of blankets or some other cozy clean things, and hoped to find clothes for all of them, even if it was something from one of Tamaki’s silly cosplays. Tamaki kept out of the way, still trying to process what was happening around him, and not doing a very good job of it.
Kyoya sighed, and slumped back on a couch after finishing his struggle with the rest of the curtains. Honey quickly scampered back to where Kyoya was sitting, and grinned up at Kyoya, wide-eyed.
“The room’s cleared out,” he chirped. “I’m going to see if I can find a sink, so we can clean up a little bit.” Honey wandered back off, towards the restrooms in the back of the music room, and dragged Mori with him so they could attempt to get some of the gore and mess off.
Hikaru and Kaoru wandered back, and flopped on the couch in unison, one on each side of Kyoya. “What’s the situation?”
“We should be getting out soon.” He pushed his glasses up his nose again, smearing blood on the lenses once again.
“Kyoya-sempai, you should probably get cleaned up, too. You’re kind of a mess.”
“You’re one to talk, Kaoru. The both of you are covered in crap.” He wiped off his forehead, sighing, then wearily stood back up. “But I would like to wash my face, at the very least.” On his way to the bathroom, he passed Tamaki and Haruhi, who had found some of their old cosplays.
“Here, Kyoya-sempai, you could change into this.” Haruhi handed him the kimono he wore in the cherry-blossom viewing ceremony.
“Thank you, dry clothes will be wonderful.”
On his way back out of the bathroom, clothes changed, he heard the Moonlight Sonata softly being played.
Tamaki was in front of the piano, still covered in gore and softly playing, while Haruhi and Honey were huddled together on the couch, under the piano cover. Mori sat beside them, looking half-asleep, but obviously on guard.
“This would be a touching family scene,” Tamaki said, as he still picked at the piano keys.
“If we weren’t all covered with, and surrounded by, our former classmates,” Kyoya finished for him.
He heard Tamaki choke back a sob and hit a sour note, but retained his composure other than that. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
Hikaru and Kaoru crowded on the couch with Honey, Haruhi, and Mori, both of them practically sitting on Haruhi’s lap. She didn’t protest as she normally would have, just scooted closer to Honey, who ended up curling up on Mori. Kyoya sat on the piano bench with Tamaki, halfway leaning on him, while Tamaki softly played. He hoped that the music was calming everyone else’s nerves, as it was his own.
When he had almost fallen asleep, still leaning on Tamaki, his phone vibrated, signaling that he had a new message.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: R, on the safe side [gore, and bloody violence]
Word Count: 2687
Notes: Zombies. Mood whiplash. Unbetaed.
Mori swung the blood-stained shovel, lopping off the heads of two more of the undead. Keeping an eye out on Honey, he lunged, and easily got a third.
“Forty-five,” he said as he flicked the blood off the shovel.
He heard the soft crack of another skull getting split open, and saw Kyoya off to his left, weilding a baseball bat. “Thirty-two,” Kyoya called to him, disgust obvious on his features.
“M-must we kill them?! They were our classmates!” Tamaki fretted, as he held a broomstick uneasily with both hands.
“Yes, Sempai. They’re going to eat us, and make us into one of them, if we don’t.” Haruhi knocked down three more with the graceless ease she showed in everything else she did.
“And if we become one of them, we can’t have any more cake,” Honey chirped brightly. “Oh, sixty eight!”
“Alright, Honey-sempai,” the twins chorused, getting the attention of a group of what used to be their female classmates. Hikaru bent down, and gently kissed his brother, while the girls all moaned “MOEEEEEEEE.” Mori easily beheaded the distracted girls, and moved to bar the door.
He and Honey shoved one of the large armoires in front of the doors of Music Room Three, in an attempt to keep out as many of the undead as possible.
Mori wasn’t sure what started the infection, and he didn’t really care. He just didn’t want to see any of his friends hurt, and if that meant that he had to take off a few heads to keep them safe, then so be it.
Slamming the shovel down, blade first, Mori took out the last of the undead that was in the music room.
“Is everyone alright,” Kyoya asked, slumping into a nearby chair, lacking his usual poise.
“We’re fine,” the twins called back, clinging to each other, from the middle of a circle of bodies.
“I’m pretty sure none of this is mine,” Haruhi said, looking at her gore-stained uniform. “And sempai looks like he’s still in one piece,” she answered for Tamaki, who was beyond articulate speech at the moment.
“‘M fine.”
Honey wiped his hands on the back of his pants, grimacing at the blood covering them. “A-okay over here!”
“Good.” Kyoya pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to think of what to do next.
“...Wh-what do we do now?” Tamaki wrung his hands, looking at his blood-spattered host club, desperately trying to ignore his dead classmates on the floor, and the moans of those outside the doors of the club room.
“I’m calling the Ootori police force right now, and seeing if they can figure out a way to bring an armored truck here.” Kyoya pulled out his cellphone, then cursed after holding the phone up to his ear for only a moment. “All the lines are jammed. Wonderful.”
Honey knocked a few of the still-twitching bodies out of the way, and retrieved Kyoya’s still unharmed laptop.
“Maybe you can send a message to our parents,” he asked, looking as innocent as ever, despite the blood covering his face and hands.
“What if my father is still in his office, and he can’t defend himself?!” Tamaki stood in shock, the realization of what was happening finally catching up to him.
“Your father took the day off, remember? He’s at the Suoh estate, surrounded by plenty of competent guards.” Kyoya didn’t bother trying to console Tamaki, instead trying to be the voice of reason, and hoping that it would get through to him.
The twins quietly chattered in a corner, holding each other a little more closely than what would be considered normal for them, while Haruhi sat beside them, staring at her blood-stained hands.
Kyoya sent out a message to everyone’s parents except Haruhi’s, letting them know that they were all safe. He sent out a second message to the leader of the Ootori private police, requesting an armored vehicle to come and get them. Soon after, the battery on his laptop died. Calmly closing his laptop, Kyoya looked up at Mori.
“I’ve sent out a message to my family’s private police force. But, the battery just died on this stupid thing, and now I won’t know if they received the message. Hopefully, they’ll be able to get word to us somehow.” Pushing his glasses back up his nose, Kyoya took a deep breath and frowned. “We’re just going to have to get ourselves out of here.”
“Can you email with your phone?” Mori non-chalantly cleaned the blood off what he was coming to think of as his shovel, and looked back at Kyoya.
“Of course I can,” Kyoya said, slightly angry at himself that the thought had passed him by. Pulling his phone back out of his pocket, he sent a message directly to his father’s phone, hoping that it would be noticed. Almost immediately, he received a reply.
Am well. Spoke to Suoh, who has spoken to the other parents. All are okay. Will send car soon.
Kyoya sagged with relief, not sure if he wanted to tell anyone else the good news, and get their hopes up, possibly without reason.
“There should be a car coming soon,” he said so that only Mori could hear. “How long do you think we can hold out?”
“As long as we have to.”
“The doors won’t hold much longer.” Kyoya listened to the heavy wood splintering under the weight of his undead schoolmates.
“They’ll hold long enough. There’s only so many students here.” Honey looked up at Kyoya sadly, hoping that he wasn’t lying to his kouhai.
“If you say they will, then they will, Honey-sempai.” Kyoya pocketed his phone, and stood.
“My father has spoken with all of your parents. They’re all fine.” He took another deep breath, giving himself a few more seconds to debate how much he wanted to tell them, while everyone chattered excitedly. “Also,” he paused, waiting for the twins and Tamaki to quiet back down. “They should be sending a car for us.”
Hikaru, Kaoru, and Tamaki cheered, and Kyoya heard the moans outside the doors grow louder.
“Quiet down, you three. They can hear you out there.” Kyoya frowned deeper as he pushed his glasses up his nose again, reflexively.
“And if the others hear the ones at the door, then they’ll come up here and try to eat us,” Honey piped in. “And our cake,” he grumbled.
“Do you really have cake stashed somewhere, Honey-sempai?” Kaoru detached himself from Hikaru for a moment to look at everyone else.
“Of course!” Honey scurried off, easily hopping over the dead bodies littering the floor, and quickly came back with a small box from an easily recognized bakery. “I bring extra every morning, but no one else likes cake for breakfast. Would you like some?”
“Uhh, I don’t think there’s any forks or plates, Honey-sempai.”
“Oh, right. We can have some when we leave, okay?”
“Mitsukuni.”
Honey looked over at Mori, and noticed where his gaze was leading. “Just a second, Takashi.” He gently handed Kaoru the cake box. “Kao-chan, hold on to this for me for a little bit, okay?”
“S-sure, Honey-sempai. I’ll guard it with my life.”
“Thanks, Kao-chan!” He grabbed the broomstick that Tamaki had been holding, then ran over to Mori, who had picked his shovel back up, and was getting close to the breaking door. “We can’t let anything happen to them, Takashi.” Honey’s mouth set into a grim line as the doors split open with a final crack.
“I know.” Mori immediately started taking the heads off the undead, doing his best not to think of them as his former schoolmates, but rather as thoughtless things. He kept an eye on Honey, despite knowing that Honey could take care of himself better than even he could. Feeling someone coming up on his left from behind them, Mori turned, and almost hit Kyoya, who was clutching his baseball bat, with his shovel, but stopped himself just in time.
“Find us something else to block the door, Kyo-chan,” Honey told him sternly, punctuating a few syllables with kicks to the undead swarm.
“Right. Of course.” Kyoya found a large, violet cabinet, and called for Hikaru and Kaoru to come help him push it over to Mori and Honey.
“Coming, Kyoya-sempai,” they yelled in unison, after Kaoru gave Haruhi Honey’s cake to guard, while she stood over Tamaki with her mop. “Don’t let anything happen to that,” he whispered, wide-eyed. “Honey-sempai might forget that we’re not zombies, if his cake gets messed up.”
The second siege of Music Room Three was a much quieter battle than the first, mostly punctuated by the moans of the undead, the soft cracks of skulls being split apart, and the scraping of the cabinet getting pushed across the freshly waxed floors.
“Honey-sempai, Mori-sempai. Where do you want this,” Kyoya panted, out of breath from pushing the heavy cabinet even with the twins’ help.
“Find more heavy stuff, so we can put it in front of it.” Mori grunted, then softly apologized as he lobotomized what was formerly his class representative.
“Will we ever get out of here?!” Tamaki wailed, composure lost.
“Of course we will, sempai. Mori-sempai and Honey-sempai will make sure of it,” Haruhi told him. She watched her upperclassmen easily fight the seemingly never-ending waves of undead that swarmed to the door of music room three.
“R-right. Of course they will. Mori-sempai and Honey-sempai are the best, after all. That’s why I chose them for the Host Club!” Tamaki smiled weakly, almost convincing himself that everything would be alright.
Kyoya scowled as he, Hikaru, and Kaoru pushed the last love seat in front of the violet cabinet, re-blocking the door with a reinforcement than the last time.
Mori sagged onto the love seat, with Honey slightly leaning on him.
“Are you two alright,” Kyoya asked as he slid to the floor, in front of the love seat.
“Just a little sleepy,” Honey said, while Mori just grunted.
“Good,” Kyoya yawned. “We should have to wait too much longer.” He pulled out his phone, to see if there were any new messages since he had last checked.
There were none.
“Should we try to leave?” Kyoya wasn’t sure if it was Hikaru or Kaoru who asked, but he knew that both of them were all scared, and looking worse by the minute. Hell, he knew that they were all scared, himself included, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
“No. We need to trust that the Ootori police force will get here soon. We’re barricaded in. And if we can’t get out, then they” Mori jerked his head toward the door. “Can’t get in.”
“I think that’s the most you’ve said in a week, Takashi,” Honey said around a yawn.
Mori grunted, while Kyoya kept fiddling with his phone.
“I wonder if the whole country is overrun like the school, or if this is an isolated incident,” Haruhi mused. “I wonder what this’ll mean for fatty tuna...”
Kyoya wasn’t sure if Tamaki looked more horrified at the mere thought of the whole country overrun with masses of undead, or Haruhi still not being able to try fatty tuna. Both were tragedies, he was sure of that.
“I, for one, am hoping that it’s an isolated incident.” Kyoya pushed his glasses back up, and smeared blood on one lens. He pulled them off, and started to wipe them on his shirt, which just made the smear bigger, until Haruhi handed him a handkerchief. “Mm, thank you.”
“Just keep it.” She sat on the floor in front of him, still clutching her mop, with Tamaki to her right.
Kyoya tucked the bloody scrap of cloth into his pocket, then jerked when his phone vibrated in his lap. The preemptive scream of joy caught in his throat when he opened the newest message from his father.
Cannot reach the school by truck. Will try to send helicopter next. Stay safe.
Kyoya shook with rage and frustration at his own uselessness as he stared at the small screen of his phone. He knew that the would eventually be rescued. Probably, hopefully, before dark fully fell. At the very latest, before dawn. The not knowing, and being unable to do anything about what he did know ate at Kyoya. Standing, he paced the length of the room, before stopping and looking out one of the large windows.
“They see us.”
“What was that, Kyo-chan?”
“They can see us through the windows. And probably hear us, too.” Kyoya pulled the window closed, the wooden frame scraping against the sill, then drew the curtains shut on all the windows. He found one lamp, so they wouldn’t be completely in the dark, and turned it onto the lowest setting, close to where they were all sitting. While Kyoya was pulling the curtains closed, they all started moving, as if motivated by some unseen force. Honey and Mori opened another window, and started pushing the bodies out of it. Hikaru and Kaoru turned off the rest of the lights, barring the one that Kyoya had set near what they were using as a base camp. Haruhi went off in search of blankets or some other cozy clean things, and hoped to find clothes for all of them, even if it was something from one of Tamaki’s silly cosplays. Tamaki kept out of the way, still trying to process what was happening around him, and not doing a very good job of it.
Kyoya sighed, and slumped back on a couch after finishing his struggle with the rest of the curtains. Honey quickly scampered back to where Kyoya was sitting, and grinned up at Kyoya, wide-eyed.
“The room’s cleared out,” he chirped. “I’m going to see if I can find a sink, so we can clean up a little bit.” Honey wandered back off, towards the restrooms in the back of the music room, and dragged Mori with him so they could attempt to get some of the gore and mess off.
Hikaru and Kaoru wandered back, and flopped on the couch in unison, one on each side of Kyoya. “What’s the situation?”
“We should be getting out soon.” He pushed his glasses up his nose again, smearing blood on the lenses once again.
“Kyoya-sempai, you should probably get cleaned up, too. You’re kind of a mess.”
“You’re one to talk, Kaoru. The both of you are covered in crap.” He wiped off his forehead, sighing, then wearily stood back up. “But I would like to wash my face, at the very least.” On his way to the bathroom, he passed Tamaki and Haruhi, who had found some of their old cosplays.
“Here, Kyoya-sempai, you could change into this.” Haruhi handed him the kimono he wore in the cherry-blossom viewing ceremony.
“Thank you, dry clothes will be wonderful.”
On his way back out of the bathroom, clothes changed, he heard the Moonlight Sonata softly being played.
Tamaki was in front of the piano, still covered in gore and softly playing, while Haruhi and Honey were huddled together on the couch, under the piano cover. Mori sat beside them, looking half-asleep, but obviously on guard.
“This would be a touching family scene,” Tamaki said, as he still picked at the piano keys.
“If we weren’t all covered with, and surrounded by, our former classmates,” Kyoya finished for him.
He heard Tamaki choke back a sob and hit a sour note, but retained his composure other than that. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
Hikaru and Kaoru crowded on the couch with Honey, Haruhi, and Mori, both of them practically sitting on Haruhi’s lap. She didn’t protest as she normally would have, just scooted closer to Honey, who ended up curling up on Mori. Kyoya sat on the piano bench with Tamaki, halfway leaning on him, while Tamaki softly played. He hoped that the music was calming everyone else’s nerves, as it was his own.
When he had almost fallen asleep, still leaning on Tamaki, his phone vibrated, signaling that he had a new message.
