Hey guys! actressforever, Aeon Rune, Kimi, Zella-nezumi, and Indie-Chan—thank you so much for the lovely reviews! :) Real sorry about having such a late update, but you know how it is with finals and all that. And now I bring you the final chapter!

"STOP! STOP IT! HIKARU, STOP!

He felt numb, and was only vaguely aware that his entire body was stretched at an impossible length. All he knew was that he was afraid. Terrified.

Hikaru saw the center of the game swirling towards him and then he saw darkness. Complete and utter darkness. Just when he felt he couldn't take it anymore, he found himself immersed in water. Panicked, Hikaru swam towards the surface. Once he broke free he tread water for a moment, gasping for breath. His dazed brain couldn't make out where he was exactly, but he knew he had to get out of the water. Memories of the crocodiles plagued him as he rushed towards the shore.

Once he was standing firmly on the ground, Hikaru spared a moment to glance at his surroundings. It was a jungle and not like the kinds they showed in movies. It just felt so . . . alive. Everything was a deep green or brown. The air was humid and filled with many noises; some he could identify, and some he couldn't. For a moment Hikaru felt peaceful. Despite the eminent danger he was in, Hikaru couldn't deny the beauty of the place. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. In fact, everything would be just perfect were it not for the annoying pinching all over his body. It was as if—

Hikaru froze, then glanced down. He nearly passed out.

He was covered in leeches. Big ones.

They covered his body like a disease, pulsating together in an odd rhythm as they drank his blood, growing bigger every second. Hikaru went crazy; screaming like mad as he tore them off his body. His hands moved in an erratic blur—he couldn't get them off fast enough! Some of the fuller leeches popped from the rough treatment, but Hikaru didn't notice. His brain had temporarily shut down from the shock and he barely remembered to breathe.

Finally after what seemed like ages, Hikaru had succeeded in tearing every last leech off. He scrambled away from the flung bodies and backed up against a far tree trunk. Hikaru took deep, shuddering breathes as he clutched his chest. In his haste, he had torn off his shirt and jacket. They lay in a soggy heap close to the swamp's edge but Hikaru didn't dare go near it.

It took him a while to calm his beating heart. As a distraction, Hikaru's thoughts turned to Kaoru. How was he doing? Hikaru squirmed in guilt as he recalled Kaoru's stricken face. It hurt him to think that he had caused his brother to feel that way. Why didn't he listen to Kaoru in the first place? Why did he have to cheat? But in his defense, the trouble the game was causing was getting a little too much for him to bear. Everyone was in such bad shape that he didn't want them to suffer anymore. It felt like it was only a matter of time until someone was fatally wounded. The game said something about all the creatures returning to the game once it was finished, but that didn't necessarily mean all the damages and injuries suffered would be magically healed, and Hikaru didn't want to take that bet.

But what could he do? Would he be stuck inside the game forever? Could the others roll to bring him back, would the game free him when it was over, or would he never get out? Hikaru shivered and decided he didn't really want to think about that now. The most important thing for him would be to find a safe hiding place. Aside from the leeches, he really hadn't seen anything dangerous, but if what he had seen back at Ouran was anything to go by, he wouldn't be safe for long.

Right at that moment, there was a rustling off to Hikaru's left. He froze, knowing he should flee but he was just too scared. It was then that he realized just how alone he was and he knew the chances of him surviving by himself were very low. But he had to try—Kaoru would never forgive him if he just quit now! Suddenly, a man burst through the foliage and came into view.

Hikaru yelped and scrambled backwards. He wanted to run, but the man was pointing a rather nasty looking gun at him. If he wasn't so scared, then Hikaru would actually find the scene rather funny. The man was dressed in a similar outfit to the one Tamaki had been wearing, though it definitely suited this man more. Hikaru could tell he really lived (or at least hunted) in the jungle. The funny thing was that instead of a rifle, the man appeared to be holding some sort of automatic machine gun. It was like a horrible, frightening clash of history.

He wanted to ask the man if he was stuck in the game as well or if he lived here, but somehow his voice had deserted him. His throat was dry and little beads of sweat rolled down his face. With one pull of the trigger the man could turn him into a human-sized slice of Swiss Cheese.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, until the man slightly lowered his weapon and spoke. "Comment avez-vous reçu ici petit garçon? Avez-vous joué au jeu?"

The twin frowned in contemplation. It sounded like the guy was speaking French—maybe that's why the boss found it among French antiques? But why would the instructions be written in English? And anyway, Hikaru didn't know any French so this was going to be a problem.

"Eh . . . sorry but I don't speak that. Co-could you please put the gun down?"

"Ah, je vois que nous avons déplacé l'endroit. Que parlez-vous, l'asiatique?" The man completely lowered the weapon and stroked his dirty, gray beard. "Voyons, est cela le Coréen . . . ou le chinois? Ah! C'est le japonais!" The man cleared his throat.

"What are you doing here, boy?"

Hikaru stared in awe at the man. He spoke fluent Japanese! He must be just like Tamaki, he thought. "Um . . . I was playing a game and I . . . "

"Ah, yes. Well, it sure has been a long time since someone has been brought here. I believe the last time was the little Alan boy. I wonder how long you'll be here. What's your name?"

"Hikaru."

"Nice to meet you, Hikaru. My name is Van Pelt."

Hikaru eyed the old man warily, confused as to why he hadn't abandoned the gun yet. Perhaps it was for their protection, seeing as how it was likely an animal could pop out any moment, but he couldn't help but feel unease around Van Pelt. Aside from the misunderstanding he seemed like a harmless old man, but Hikaru couldn't be too sure. Well, he might as well get some answers.

"Can I ever go back home? Are you stuck here too? Are there other people here? Did that Alan kid die and how long was he here?"

Van Pelt chuckled and leaned against a tree. "So full of questions, aren't you, Hikaru? Yes, you can go home, and no there aren't any other people here besides those infernal savage men. Alan Parish did not die—at least not here—and he was stuck in the game for twenty-six years."

Hikaru felt all the color drain from his face. Twenty-six years? How in the world could he have survived?

"And as for myself—" (Van Pelt chuckled and leaned forward) "—I'm part of the game. It's my job to hunt you down and make a man out of you." He pat his gun and took a few steps back from Hikaru. "Since you're new, I guess I can give you a two-minute head start."

Silence passed between them as Hikaru stared up at Van Pelt in a mixture of disbelief and horror. He couldn't be telling the truth, could he?

"You've got to be joking."

Van Pelt shook his head. "I'd start running if I were you. You've already lost thirty seconds." When Hikaru made no further movement Van Pelt cocked his gun and pointed it at him. "Move! You've got to make this at least enjoyable for me—I haven't had a decent challenge in years!"

Hardly believing this was actually happening, Hikaru leapt to his feet and took off in the opposite direction. It was then that he remembered he had no shoes and his feet hurt with each twig he snapped. Perfect. And his shirt was lying in a heap back with that crazy man, so he was reduced to wet, soggy black pants. He cursed his luck. How was it that the only other civilized human in this jungle was out to get him? And with a machine gun no less. He'd be dead in minutes.

Perhaps he could set a trap for him to slow him down? No—everything that came to mind was what he saw from movies and there definitely wasn't enough time to set any of them up. Plus he didn't have any of the proper supplies either. He could come up with a trap on his own though! Actually, that wouldn't work either. Without Kaoru around, Hikaru found his prankish imagination greatly hampered. They always did that stuff together.

Hikaru took a sharp left and nearly skewered himself on a tree branch. He ducked underneath it and continued on. Well, Kaoru wasn't here so he'd have to do it on his own. The thought terrified him, but it had to be done. It was almost funny how crippled he was without his brother. He felt like he was missing a limb or something. Having Kaoru at his side was as normal as breathing, and just thinking about never seeing him again squeezed his chest and made it difficult to breathe—

No! Hikaru shook his head. He had to get a grip on himself and focus on surviving the crazy man. Then he could relax. No sense in getting worked up over something he couldn't control. Breaking down would do nothing to help him at the moment. Now, what to do? Ah! Hikaru spotted the perfect spot up ahead. Time to put his plan to work.

A few minutes later, Hikaru spotted him. It was scary how quickly the man had caught up to him. Thankfully he was able to put his trap together in time, and he prayed that it would work. Just enough to slow him down so Hikaru could find a safe place to hide until he was rescued.

Van Pelt moved in a brisk jog, pausing every couple moments to inspect the ground or the trees, or even sniff the air. Could he really smell him? Hikaru couldn't help but be a little offended.

He was moving into position and . . . now! Hikaru yanked on the vine and Van Pelt glanced upwards as a number of objects started falling from the sky. Hikaru had climbed the trees and rigged a little hammock full of rocks and coconuts. When he pulled the vine they would all come crashing down and with any luck the man would be knocked out. Not the best plan, but at least it was something. Hikaru would much rather prefer a gaping hole, but there wasn't enough time to dig one (not that he had anything to dig it with anyway), and he wasn't exactly sure how he'd cover it up.

To his dismay, Van Pelt cocked his gun at the falling debris and blasted the objects either out of the way or into little pieces. He seemed undeterred by the coconut juice falling on him and instead looked straight at Hikaru. How did he do that?

Van Pelt laughed. "Nice try, Sonny-Jim. Something like that won't work on me. I suppose you get credit for trying though. The Alan boy spent the first month running around and whimpering like an idiot. Your will is inspiring!" He fired a single shot just inches above Hikaru's head. "But you need to do better than that."

Hikaru swore under his breath and took off running again. He was obviously fighting a master hunter. What chance did he have? At least he hadn't run into any animals yet. What was that up ahead? It looked like some sort of green fog. Certainly ominous, but it would make for a great hiding spot. Van Pelt would most likely follow him in there, but Hikaru could at least have more time to think of a plan. He sniffed the air and figured as long as the mist didn't smell bad, there was a good chance it was safe. He spared one last glance behind him and charged through the mist, hoping he wasn't about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

While following the boy, Van Pelt caught a glimpse of him before he disappeared into the mist. The hunter chuckled. This boy was certainly an interesting one. He adjusted his grip on his weapon and walked towards the mist.

Time to see what plagued the newest addition to the game.

It wasn't as dark as he thought. The green mist certainly obscured his vision, but if he squinted he was able to see a few feet in front of himself. As he walked through the mist, Hikaru considered his options. Should he hide until Van Pelt had passed him by, or stay here for a few hours—or days, depending on how long it took for the others to rescue him. Suddenly, he heard the unmistakable crunching of feet through the jungle. Hikaru buried himself in a nearby bush and held his breath. It wouldn't surprise him if Van Pelt were able to hear his breathing.

"Hikaru! Where are you?"

His chest constricted at the familiar voice. Kaoru? No—that wasn't possible! Kaoru was back at Ouran with the others! Unless he found a way into the game as well and was going to take him back—

"There you are! Guys, I found him!" Hikaru jumped out of the bush and was startled to see his brother come running towards him with tears in his eyes. He barely had time to react when Kaoru tackled him and started sobbing.

"I can't believe we found you! I've been so worried!" Kaoru cried. "I thought I lost you forever!"

Still doubtful, Hikaru pushed Kaoru off of himself and examined him. Chest bandages, dirty hair, ripped pants—certainly looked like Kaoru. Every part of Hikaru wanted to believe that it was really Kaoru, but he couldn't bring himself to believe it! It just didn't make any sense!

"Hikaru? What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Seeing Kaoru's hurt expression was too much for Hikaru. It had to be his brother! There was no doubt about that. And besides, Hikaru could feel Kaoru's shoulders, why wouldn't he be real?

"I'm sorry, Kaoru," he said quickly, pulling his twin into a hug. "I couldn't believe it. I was so worried—"

"Shhh. It's okay."

"I'm so happy you're okay, Hika-chan!"

"You gave us quite a startle there."

Hikaru and Kaoru broke apart, and tears fell down Hikaru's face as he saw all his friends come into view. He never thought he'd seen anything so wonderful in his life before! Here were all his friends, smiling and keeping him company. As long as he had them by his side he knew he was safe.

Or perhaps not.

Suddenly, Mori was behind him and pulled his arms back roughly, effectively immobilizing him. "M-Mori-sempai? What's going on? What about your le—" The words died in Hikaru's throat as he glanced up at the senior. Instead of the detached look that Mori always wore, there was a murderous and frightening face that stared down at him. It was like a crazed animal was possessing Mori.

"Did you really think we'd come all this way for you?" Hikaru froze. He had no idea his brother could sound so twisted and evil. "You mean nothing to us!"

"You're only allowed in the group for the brotherly love package," Kyoya said. He pushed up his glasses and sneered. "It was the only logical choice to achieve such a profit."

Haruhi stepped forward and pulled on Hikaru's ear to bring him eye level with her. She spared a moment to glance at his terrified expression and smirked. "The only reason any of us can tolerate you is because you're always with Kaoru. Don't you remember me saying so before? Without Kaoru around you're nothing but a conniving, worthless, and pathetic excuse for a human being. I just can't stand being alone with you!"

"B-b-but what about . . . our date?" Hikaru asked. He was starting to feel rather woozy. There was a part of his brain screaming that there was no way this could ever be real, but a larger part kept doubting. Everything they were saying was just what he had always feared. He knew that he could be hard to deal with sometimes, but he had always thought that didn't matter—or at least he hoped.

Haruhi laughed cruelly. "You call that a date?" She grabbed his hair and yanked on it until their noses were touching. "You left me in a thunderstorm! Whether you knew I was afraid of thunder or not, that's not the way you treat a person! You don't care about anyone!"

"I-I . . . I thought you f-forgave me?" Hikaru squeaked.

"Yeah right," Haruhi scoffed. She let go of Hikaru and pushed him back into Mori. "I just said that because I didn't want to have to listen to your stupid attempts at an apology of how sorry you were. At least you had the sense to shut up after that."

Honey stepped forward, looking very much like his evil side, the side that Hikaru had only seen when Usa-chan was covered in tea. A face he never wanted to see again. "You've caused us a lot of trouble, Hikaru."

"It was truly difficult to put up with one such as yourself. Not all humans are as gifted as me. But now our wonderful patience has run short and we shall be glad to be rid of you." It amazed Hikaru how Tamaki could act as obnoxious as he usually did but still manage to sound so evil and bitter.

"Then why do you put up with me then? Huh?" There just had to be a better reason! They wouldn't do all of this for no reason, would they?

Kaoru chuckled and grabbed Hikaru's chin, forcing him to look up at him. "Simple." All the others leaned in with cruel smiles.

"You're our toy."

" . . . then I just appeared back in the school and I thought I was still in the illusion," Hikaru finished. The seven of them had taken refuge in one of the many classrooms. They had all silently agreed it would be the best place for Hikaru to tell his story. He hadn't told them the exact details of what the illusions said or did—they didn't need to know the specifics. And now that he was truly among his friends, Hikaru knew that his fears were foolish and without any substance. They truly cared about him.

Tamaki had immediately started blubbering like a fool when he arrived, but it didn't bother Hikaru this time. He felt rather touched. Both Honey and Haruhi had cried as well, though they were more subdued than the boss. Kyoya had slumped against the wall with obvious relief, though he pretended to pass it off as exhaustion. Then Mori had enveloped him with the tightest hug Hikaru had ever experienced. And since he was the only one to notice the slight shake in Mori's grip he chose to pretend it wasn't there.

Now he was sitting at a desk with Kaoru. His younger twin had his arms wrapped around him like he never wanted to let go. Occasionally there would be a tear that would trail down his cheek, but Hikaru said nothing. All he cared about was that he and his brother were reunited, along with all his dear friends.

"I'm so sorry, Hika-chan!" Honey wailed. "That must have been really scary! I hope our illusions didn't say anything mean to you!"

Hikaru chuckled. "Don't worry, Honey-sempai—I knew it wasn't real."

"I hate to ruin the heart-warming reunion," Kyoya began, "but there are much bigger problems at hand." He pushed up his glasses and spared a moment to glance at each person to make sure he had their undivided attention. "We can end this game now; the sooner we finish the sooner things go back to normal."

"You got it! All right, men—you heard what Mommy said! Let's finish the game!"

"How many times must I—never mind. I believe it's your roll, Tamaki."

The blond gulped. "Y-yeah . . . I guess it is."

"Here's the game, Tama-chan." Honey carefully placed the game on the desk closest to Tamaki and stepped back. The second-year slowly picked up the dice and stared at them. They lay so innocently in his scratched and dirty hand. Odd to think that everything hinged on such small items.

"You only have six spaces left," Kyoya said gently. Tamaki nodded mutely and glanced at everyone. The twins were sharing a seat in the desk across from him, Haruhi was standing next to Kyoya's desk, and Honey sat in Mori's lap. They all looked at him expectantly, with no anger or blame in their eyes.

Tamaki felt a small rush of gratitude and affection for his friends. They really didn't blame him for everything that happened, and for that he was pleased. Of course he still harbored some guilt, but that came with being the Father. And now it was his job to save them from all this suffering.

"H-Here goes." He closed his eyes and let go of the dice. Everyone held their breath as they watched the dice roll around on the board. Each of them prayed for a miracle, but they knew better than to completely let their hopes up. They still couldn't help wondering though. Would this be the final roll?

A three . . . and a one.

Tamaki wilted at the sight, but before he could say anything there was a loud outburst from Kyoya. He kicked his leg out and toppled the desks next to him as he gripped the edge of his own desk with his good arm. No one acknowledged his brief display of emotion, knowing full well none of them could blame him. They were just so tired of the game.

"Beware the ground on which you stand, the floor is quicker than the sand."

"Tamaki!" He had tried to back in time, he really did—but he was immersed in the floor in an instant. Tamaki watched in horror as the desk started sinking along with him. He tried to yank his feet out, but was forced to admit defeat.

The moment the floor started sinking all the others backed away as fast as they could, knocking over desks and chairs. The only thing they had going for them was that the entire floor wasn't sinking—just the area around Tamaki.

"Get the game!" Tamaki shouted, being careful not to make any sudden movements. Hikaru quickly snatched the game off the sinking desk and backed up.

"Don't worry! We'll get you out, boss!" Hikaru turned around and shoved the game into Haruhi's hands. "Take it!" She accepted it without question and the twins ran to Tamaki's aid. They came as close as they dared and tried to pull him out.

"It's not working!" Tamaki yelled.

"I'll help you guys!" Honey said. "Stay there, Takashi." He wriggled himself out from underneath the desks. As soon as the floor started sinking, Takashi had grabbed him and awkwardly dive bombed away. Honey knew that were it not for his leg, Takashi would have been able to avoid the desks altogether, but didn't matter. What was important was that they needed to free Tamaki now!

Haruhi knew she needed to bring the game over to the sprawled Kyoya, but something made her turn around. She watched as Honey kicked the locked cabinet door to look at the materials inside. He was so preoccupied with going back to Tamaki that he didn't notice the strangely beautiful purple flower. It looked to her like it was peeking around the top of the large cabinet and was—staring?—directly at Honey.

For whatever reason, Haruhi knew the flower was dangerous. Before she knew it, she dropped the game and rushed to Honey's side. She grabbed the tiny senior's shirt and pulled him back. The two of them crashed to the floor as something pricked her shoulder.

"Haru-chan, what's—Haru-chan!"

Haruhi pushed herself up sluggishly and glanced at her arm. There was some type of needle poking out. Oh wait, it was moving—maybe a snake? She really couldn't tell with everything being so fuzzy and shimmery. Perhaps she could just . . . rest for a while . . . yeah, that sounded . . . good . . .

"Haru-chan! Don't go to sleep!" Honey roughly shook the girl but she didn't respond. "Takashi! Haru-chan's having a hard time brea—" He was interrupted by a sharp prick in the back of his neck. Dazed, Honey reached behind him and pulled out a similar needle.

"Mitskuni!" Mori watched in horror as his cousin collapsed on the ground next to Haruhi. He growled at the offending plant and hefted a chair at its main vine that was trailing down the wall. The chair bruised it and the emerging, purple flowers all shuddered before wilting.

In an almost crazed fervor, Mori crawled towards Mitskuni and Haruhi. He quickly pulled them into his lap and felt for a pulse.

Kyoya groaned. As soon as Tamaki finished reading the clue—or whatever it was—Haruhi pulled on his good arm and sent the two of them toppling backwards. His head hit the floor rather painfully and he could have sworn he saw stars. He thought that only happened in the movies.

He could hear some indistinct yelling and rubbed his head. While her intentions may have been good, Haruhi should have known the dangers of jostling him around like that. He still wasn't fully recovered from the hail that had fallen on his head from earlier. Most likely he had a concussion. He paused as he touched something wet and sticky.

Yeah—definitely a concussion. That would explain the blood and massive headache. Not to mention the swimming images and inability to hear correctly. Kyoya sat up and willed himself to see straight. He'd be no help if he passed out, especially in his condition.

Something hit his leg and Kyoya slowly glanced down. One of the dice? Why was it on the floor? He frowned and focused his attention to what was happening before him—and almost wished he didn't. At that moment, he saw a purple flower shoot something at Honey's head. The blond crumpled to the ground and Mori was scrambling towards them.

Haruhi? What was she—oh, there was a needle in her arm as well. Kyoya watched as Mori yanked the needle out and pulled her and Honey into his lap like one would do with sleeping children. Except they weren't sleeping. Or breathing for that matter.

Kyoya stared in mute shock and then Mori's eyes glanced up to meet his. Kyoya's eyes asked the question he could not, and Mori bowed his head. The senior's entire frame started trembling and strangled sobs made their way to Kyoya's muddled ears.

No, it—it couldn't be! They . . . they couldn't be dead! That wasn't possible! But try as he did to deny it, there was no mistake by the way Mori was acting. To distract himself, Kyoya glanced over to see how the others were faring.

Not that well, apparently. The twins were trying to pull Tamaki out of the sinking floor, using a heavy cabinet for support. Hikaru was holding onto the cabinet and his brother, while Kaoru held onto Tamaki. For a moment, it appeared that they had succeeded, with Tamaki's torso pulled free from the ground, but then the hope was dashed as Hikaru lost his grip. The twins plunged into the sinking floor along with Tamaki.

"ROLL THE DICE, KYOYA!" Tamaki roared. Only his head was visible now.

Kyoya didn't know what to do. It felt like all logic and thinking had failed him. Honey and Haruhi were dead, he had no idea of Mori's mental state, the twins were flailing around in the ground with their heads already covered, Tamaki was almost gone, and Kyoya was using all his strength just to stay conscious.

"NOW, KYOYA!"

His friend's shriek jolted him out of his stupor and Kyoya scrambled to pick up the other dice. He wasted no time and impatiently waited for the dice to finish rolling. All he had were five more spaces . . . five more spaces and this would all be over.

A wilted purple flower slowly raised its petals off the ground and faced him. Kyoya didn't dare move, but when he heard his piece sliding across the game, he glanced down.

There, at the very center where all the phrases kept appearing—was his alligator game piece and the word Jumanji.

"JUMANJI!"

For a moment, Kyoya wondered if the world exploded. Then he watched in fascination as the flower suddenly rushed towards the game in the same manner as Hikaru. There was a loud crash behind him, and Kyoya realized that everything that had come out of the game was now returning. Worried about getting hit, Kyoya pressed himself against the floor and covered his head.

The tornado howled and nearly blew him away. After a while, Kyoya wondered if it would ever stop. His tolerance and nerves had nearly left him, and he didn't think he could take it any longer. Suddenly—it stopped.

Kyoya heard the gentle sound of a bird off in the distance and felt something warm wash over him. Figuring it was safe to do so, Kyoya slowly opened his eyes.

To his utter amazement, he found himself back in Music Room 3. Not only that, but his clothes were returned and he could move his arm. Kyoya tentatively touched his head, and was thrilled to see there was no more blood.

He heard moans off to his left and glanced to them sharply. There they were! His eyes started burning and Kyoya didn't know if he had ever felt this happy before.

"T-Takashi?" Mori's breath hitched at the sound of Mitskuni's voice. He had to be imagining things, right? His cousin had been dead not mere seconds before. There was no way—

"Takashi, what's wrong?" There was no denying it—either he was driven mad or Mitskuni was really speaking to him. Afraid of what he'd see, Mori carefully lifted his head and opened his eyes.

To his shock, he was greeted by Mitskuni's wide smile. "Sorry about scaring you like that, Takashi," he said sheepishly.

"M-Mori-sempai? Huh?" Mori then turned his attention to the girl in his lap. She was looking at him with a dazed expression on her face. "What happened?" she managed to ask.

One minute she had been staring at the needle in her arm, feeling really tired, and the next she woke up in Mori's lap and—wait, had he been crying? Mori just let out a sob and pulled her and Honey into a bone-crushing hug as she struggled to piece together what had happened.

She let out a small gasp as everything came back to her, as well as the realization of what must have happened to make Mori act like that. Was it really true? Had she—died?

Meanwhile, Tamaki was having a hard time clearing his thoughts as well. What were the twins doing in his lap? Before he could answer that question, someone suddenly appeared at his side. "Kyoya? What—" His friend interrupted him with a big hug, something so out of character for Kyoya that Tamaki felt he would die of shock. Then he remembered what had happened. He wrapped himself around Kyoya as well and was unable to keep a few tears from spilling out.

The twins lay on the ground gasping for air. They knew something important had happened, but at the moment they were trying to get badly needed oxygen to their brain. Once they could breathe normally they pushed themselves into an unsteady kneeling position and glanced around.

Tamaki and Kyoya were hugging each other beside them, and the others were doing the same on their other side. The twins gasped as they noticed their clothes were returned to their proper condition, and that everything was exactly the way it had been the moment they started the game.

"Kaoru—"

"—Hikaru!" The two embraced as they both cried happily.

It was over.

Somehow—none of them quite knew how—but they all had gathered together in a circle. They all exchanged hugs and laughed and cried. None of them could believe that it was over. With all the injuries gone and the afternoon sun at their backs, they couldn't help but feel everything was just a bad dream. One look at the discarded game told them otherwise though.

They reached an unspoken agreement that tonight would be spent at Tamaki's house. Everyone informed their parents and piled into Tamaki's limo. It was eerie how they could act like nothing had happened, to make their parents believe that all they wanted was to hang out and watch movies together. Like life was normal.

Once they arrived at Tamaki's house, they made sure to burn the game. It made a horrifying, screeching sound, but it was unable to withstand the bonfire. Or the smashing and stomping. Or Mori slicing through it with a sword. The game was reduced to a pile of rubble. And just to be on the safe side, they separated it into three different piles, all thrown into three different trash receptacles. They didn't want to take any chances.

With the stars gleaming in the sky a few hours later, they all piled into bed. Tamaki had requested a spare bed brought in, and the seven of them sprawled out on both of them. (Each were King-sized, naturally) At first a separate bed was offered to Haruhi, but she turned it down and insisted she be with them. None of them were all that surprised, and promised not to let her father know (Tamaki especially).

And so that night, they all took comfort in each other's presence, knowing that no matter what, they'd always be together.

Phew—there we go folks! I'm sorry to say that this is the end of the story. :( But I hoped you enjoyed the journey! I also hope that I did the ending justice.

Indie-Chan: Aww, thank you so much! -blush- I'm just glad to know that you're enjoying the story, because I'm enjoying it! :) Share the love and all that.

Okay, so just as a note since someone as a little confused by the order in which people had to roll, I figured I might as well give a little overview:

(Order is Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, Honey)—T (monkeys), K (bats), H1 (lion), H (mosquitoes), T (reversed mosquitoes), K (plants), H1 (monsoon), H (spiders), T (hunters), K (earthquake), H1 (cheat—into game), H (snake, then rolled double so second turn is hail), T (quicksand), and Kyoya called JUMANJI! Hope this helps!