I was surrounded by blackness. A white spec was glowing, becoming larger. "It's not your time, Zaphea," I heard my mother's voice, who had died the same way I was about to. I guess this was the light everybody said to stay away from. They didn't know how inviting it seems, though. Suddenly, the white shrank back, and all was black again...
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I awoke, blinking at the bright white of the room I was in. Automatically, I thought my father had taken me to a hospital, and Tamaki had agreed. Groaning, I tried to sit up, but a hand held me down. Looking over, I saw Kyouya standing above me. He looked more angry than I had ever seen him. Sadly, I knew I couldn't blame him.
"Did Tamaki agree?" I asked him in a voice smaller than a whisper. Kyouya just continued to glare at me. "Please! I didn't want this!" My voice was hoarse, and choked back tears.
"Your father sent you to make friends with us so he could buy out Ouran! Turn it into one of his own, all-boys-academies!" A single tear slipped out of the corner of my eye.
"I came here originally, knowing he was planning to buy a very expensive business, but not knowing what it was," I whispered. "I thought I was moved out here to save money for the business. Then my father called me, and told me he wanted me to make it so Tamaki fell in love with me, so that he would convince his father to do it for me. When I saw Tamaki's love for Haruhi, I knew it was hopeless. Truely, I never ment for you to get caught in this!"
"Tamaki... He has had the love tactic used on him once before, in a very different way." Kyouya said, never removing his burning glare. "He is even madder than me, so I suggest you stay away from him."
"Every one is mad at me, huh?" I asked. "It figuers. Once again, I am alone in life. My father thinks me worse than scum, and you all hate me with good reason." Another tear slipped from my stinging eyes.
"Haruhi..." Kyouya started.
"I suppose even she hates me for what I did. Since she would have to be sepperated from all of you." Haruhi... she had been so kind to me. I hated doing this to her. My eyes were squeezed shut, trying to destroy the picture of Kyouya's glare and hold back tears.
"You never told me what Tamaki said, though I suppose it was yes, since I seem to be in a hospital with you." No... please, Kyouya, say it's not true! Just then, a doctor walked in, Kyouya left.
"How do you feel?" asked the doctor.
"I... I don't know. My head hurts alot." It was hard to figuer out what was emotional pain and physical pain. They both felt the same. Could a broken heart turn into more than a figure of speech?
Ever heard of the term "will to live"? I have very little. What is the purpose of my life? Probably to make everyone elses lives miserable. The beeping in the backround slowed to less than a normal beat, for I guessed it was my heart beat. The beat slowed dramatically, and the doctor gasped, and left the room.
I heard him talk to someone outside the door, and only got bits and peices of the conversation. "Heart beat... slowing dramatically... started out of nowhere... no will to live... case before..." I didn't really care who he was talking to or what he was saying. I closed my eyes. The door banged open, and someone rushed in. The beeping that represented my heart was slow and far away.
"Zaphea!" I heard a voice... whose? My mother's? No, it was... Haruhi's? "Don't give up! You're my friend!" she was just saying that because she didn't want to make it look like she was the reason I died. My pulse slowed a little more.
"No matter what Kyouya says, he still likes you!" yeah right, you wouldn't say that if you saw his face. Now, the beeping was faint and very, very slow. Why couldn't Haruhi just give up on me. Then I felt a familiar touch. Kyouya. Was he just trying to make the memory of him more painful as I die?
"He didn't..." I heard Kyouya's voice faintly say. It faded in and out like when the doctor had talked. "Tamaki... refused offer... Ouran... not sold." That was good... Ouran wasn't sold... but they still all hate me for what I tried to do... and my father... I was less than scum to him...
Then I felt a kiss. It was soft, but desperate, on my lips. With a shock, I realized it was Kyouya. I heared the beeping speed.
"Please," my hearing no longer faded. "Come back to me!" I felt a warm, wet drop on my face, and realized it was a tear. Maybe... he really cared for me? Kyouya... is crying for me? My pulse went up more.
"We all make mistakes." It was Tamaki speaking this time. "I made some, long ago, that I tried to forget about, but telling you would have prevented this."
"You can hold bun-bun," I heard Honey sniffle. Those two acts of kindness brought up my heart beat even more, and I blinked my eyes. Everyone from the host club stood around. At seeing this the twins smiled and spoke the final, helping words.
"We will lend you anything you want from our mother's designs," Kaoru said.
"Yeah, you could use it, with those ugly school uniforms," finished Hikaru. I couldn't help my smile and give a little laugh.
"But... after all I did..." I managed to whisper.
"If you cannot figure it out," spoke Mori, "We have all forgiven you."
"My father... what happened, if you said no?" I asked.
"Your father was a mean man." Honey told me. "Me and Mori don't like mean men." I smiled at the picture of Honey and Mori beating up my father. I realized that my heart beat was finally normal again. Sitting up, I was auto- matically embrased in a huge group hug. For once, even Kyouya joined in.
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Well, that's the end of my firt major story. If you didn't figuer it out, my father owned an all boys academy, and was looking to buy out Ouran.
It may be a while until I think up another big story...
