"I will fight until the end"
― Breaking Benjamin

Takashi heard his brothers shout, and after disposing of his current enemy, he booked up the long flight stairs. Barely feeling winded by the time he reached the top. He slammed the door open so hard that it crashed into the wall and caused the plaster and wall to split where the handle hit. His grey eyes narrowed in on the two in the room, Satoshi giving the girl chest compressions. It didn't take long before Takashi told his brother to stop, and when the man wouldn't, he walked over and physically stopped him.

"It's too late," he murmured, shaking his head, "She's gone."

Satoshi met his eyes and looked back at Haruhi. Then he shoved his brother off and lifted Haruhi's body up. Pulling her head to his chest and holding her close. He couldn't believe she had died from seemingly nothing. She had healed and-

Sudden realiziation smacked Satoshi, and he lowered Haruhi's body back to the ground and looked at his brother. "W-Why did she die?" he asked quietly, forcing the words out. Takashi kept his gaze down, he slid a knife from it's sheathe and held it limply. Glaring at the thing with contempt. Satoshi grabbed Takashi's wrist, glaring at him. "Don't you dare."

"She'll change if I don't," Takashi growled out, glaring at his brother and pulling his wrist from the tight grip. "She wouldn't want to be one of those, and you know it."

"What will the others say when they return and see a gaping hole in her head?" Satoshi bit back, not backing down, "At least tell them before you do it."

Takashi went to respond, but the others scrambled into the room. Bursting towards Haruhi and practically pushed the Morinozuka's aside as they examined her body. Mitsukuni burst into tears and flung himself into Takashi's arms. Kyouya stood back as the others mourned. It only last a few moments before the questions arose. Why had she died, why did Takashi have a knife out. They were so ready to blame him, that they were surprised when Hikaru told them that it was obvious she hadn't died from a knife wound. If Takashi had a knife out there was a reason for it, a reason that didn't matter. Haruhi needed to be brought back and buried before her body began to rot and tainted their last memories together completely.

No one argued this.

-X

Nekozawa and his group collected their dead bodies and started heading back just as day broke. The other followed behind, taking the long route around to avoid any Creatures that were mulling about. The smoke from the burning corpses within the buildings fence could be seen from all over the city. That attracted all Creatures to the site, allowing for a quick escape. Takashi carried Haruhi's corpse, refusing for anyone else to carry her. Kyouya agreed with Takashi.

They reached the school and laid her down with the rest of them. The group was silent. Heart's heavy and tear stained faces. Two of their group had died, narrowing it down to only eight. They were thankful that they didn't suffer like Nekozawa's group. Out of the twenty people, only eleven survived. They took the brute of the attack. Everyone was silent in the room, mourning quietly for all their dead friends, brothers, sisters, lovers.

Nekozawa's group were going to take their people back to the shrine to bury them, and Takashi sent Mitsukuni with them. Saying that he was to bring Tamaki back to the school, but not to tell them if anyone died. That way, Tamaki wouldn't freak out and take risks. He didn't want any more causalities.

Voices trickled out until it was dead silent in the room. The faint smell of blood mixed with the scent of roses and tea that permeated the walls and floor of the Third Music Room. Haruhi's body was transferred onto a couch and the group sat around her, mourning silently. Sobs and sniffles cut through the silence at random intervals.

Takashi had excused himself and even if the others were to go and look for him, they probably wouldn't have found him. However, they stayed surrounding the dead body, afraid to leave it. Praying that she would wake up and they find some place to stay again and all ten of them could be together and happy. It wouldn't happen. No matter how hard they prayed. It could never happen. Kaoru was buried, never to awaken. Haruhi's heart had stopped and she could never return to how she was before.

A sharp snap interrupted the silence. The sound was like a gunshot in the silence and startled them all. They jumped to their feet to figure out what caused the noise, none looking towards where the noise had come from. There was a noise like teeth clicking together, and then more snaps and cracks. They all whipped around, the noise was echoing off the walls, confusing them. Where was it coming from?

After a series of different noises, they completely stopped. Plunging the room back into silence. Everyone was still on edge, until Satoshi turned back towards the couch and saw it empty. "Kyouya, Hikaru," he snapped turning towards the two, "Find my brother immediately. No one is to be alone."

The others clued in quickly to the dangerous situation. They didn't understand exactly what had happened. All they knew was there had been odd noises and then Haruhi's corpse vanished. Kyouya knew what had happened and grabbed Hikaru's arm and quickly hurried out the door. He had to warn Takashi what had happened. Takashi may have been a deadly opponent and extremely difficult to take out, but if he was caught off guard then it wouldn't take much to kill him.

Ritsu, Satoshi and Yasuchika checked their weapons before taking up guard of the room. Making sure nothing entered and nothing left. It was silent in the room, until darkness started to fall outside. Ritsu turned on a flash light and swept it over the room, his eyes narrowing when they heard movement.

A shout left Ritsu before his head cracked against the ground. The flashlight fell, and rolled until the light rested on his form, blood pooling around his head. A familiar body crouched over top of him, but it looked odd. Both arms were completely black, grotesquely deformed and the fingers look more like claws then fingers. One arm rose the claws aiming at Ritsu's throat when Satoshi rose a gun and fired it into the Creatures shoulder. It screamed and plunged back into the darkness. Yasuchika dove and grabbed the flashlight. The light sweeping around the room.

It found its target finally. Satoshi hesitated, eyes widening. "No," he whispered before Creature flew at him. Tackling him to the ground. The gun knocking from his hand and sliding across the room. Yasuchika slammed his foot into the Creature's head, allowing Satoshi to escape the claws. They skirted out of the Creature's grip, keeping the flash light on the body.

Satoshi rose his hand, warding the Creature off. Knowing it didn't matter. "Haruhi, you have to stop," he ordered softly. Praying and hoping that since she had just changed, there was still a droplet of her still buried in there. Hoping that she could control herself. He didn't want to be the one who killed her.

Suddenly the memory of her dying flashed in his mind. Takashi had been about to stab her and he stopped him. If he had allowed his brother to do that then they wouldn't be fighting against her. Regret clawed at his stomach, until he saw Haruhi shifted and launch herself at Yasuchika. Satoshi shoved the Haninozuka out of the way and was tackled by the small Creature. "Haruhi," Satoshi shouted, grasping her wrists as her claws tried to get to his throat. "Please, try to stop! This isn't you!"

He felt a brief moment of hesitation as she stopped pushing against his hands trying to harm him. Her eye stared at his for a while before they narrowed.

"What do you know about me?" her voice growled out, and the force came back twice as much. The tips of her claws hitting his throat, making him gasp in pain. It was a fleeting pain and he began struggling again. She was much stronger than he remembered and much more skilled in fighting. He couldn't flip her off of him, no matter how hard he tried.

The doors to the room burst open, flash lights quickly flickering around. The three took in what was happening, Ritsu lay dead in his blood on the ground, Yasuchika had blood coming down his head and was looking around dazed, and Satoshi was struggling with a Creature. Kyouya rose his gun, but it was too late. The doors had distracted Satoshi's attention for long enough that Haruhi was able to remove her wrist from his grip and slam them into his throat. Blood spurted out and Satoshi gurgled out a scream in pain, bloody foam issuing from his mouth as his body twitched before stilling. Eyes staring empty.

Takashi burst across the room, lifted Haruhi off his brother and swung her at the wall. She collided with a loud crack, plaster falling off the wall as her body smacked against the floor and rolled slightly. That merely dazed her before she jumped up and darted back into the darkness. Takashi slid his katana out of it's sheathe and narrowed his eyes.

"Haruhi, if you're in there, I don't blame you," he called, listening for any movement. The others were silent, their own weapons readied. They were silent and then something attacked Takashi from the side. Claws catching the side of his face, he cursed and grabbed at Haruhi's wrist, plunging the sword into her chest. An inhuman noise burst from her lips, blood trickling down from the corner, and it wasn't for the deformed facial features and arms, he would've felt bad. He removed the sword and rose to swing the blade to remove her head from her shoulders. However, she dodged the sword and began to back up.

Kyouya rose his gun and with a single shot, it the side of Haruhi's head. Her eyes went wide and she fell to the side. Dead before she even hit the ground. The room was full with fear. Staring down at Haruhi, however. She didn't move. The katana dropped from Takashi's hand, startling everyone. He turned towards his brother, body laying forgotten and dropped to his knees.

He had to bury his mother, father, and now brother. His fists clenched.

Yasuchika fell to his knees and grasped Satoshi's shirt, eyes wide. He realized that if Satoshi hadn't pushed him out of the way at that moment, he would be the one dead. Not his favorite cousin. It wasn't fair. The Morinozuka's were suppose to protect the Haninozuka's, but when it really mattered, Yasuchika wished that Satoshi hadn't done it. He would rather be the one laying down on the ground having people mourn over him than Satoshi. It meant his best friend in the world was dead.

When the doors opened again, Mitsukuni froze at the sight. Ritsu, Satoshi and Haruhi were all lying on the ground, fresh tears were pouring down everyones faces. Tamaki saw Haruhi and ran straight to her. Seeing her deformed he fell beside her and gathered her up in his arms and cried for her death. The angry sobs burst from his lips, and he buried his face into her brown tresses. He should've been there, to comfort her in her last moments before she died. Even though no one could've saved her, he felt guilty. All of them did. More now than ever.

Mitsukuni hurried over to Satoshi, hugging his brother tightly and then his cousin. Fat tears rolled down his face as he realized what had happened. He knew that Takashi blamed himself, Haruhi had gotten free because of the distraction he caused. No one else blamed him for anything, but it didn't change how Takashi felt.

Hikaru finally broke through the heavy blanket of grief and agony to remind them that they needed to be buried or their memories would be tainted by the rotting bodies. Takashi gathered up his brother and headed outside, not awaiting the others. Tamaki had Haruhi and followed after, tears still falling down his face. Hikaru and Kyouya carried Ritsu.

They worked in silence, digging three graves right beside Kaoru's, which Tamaki had begun to cry anew when he realized there had been four deaths. He was crying so hard Kyouya took over digging the grave. They lowered the three bodies into the grave and everyone tossed a handful of dirt on each body. Saying prayers or telling them goodbye. Then they filled the graves back up with dirt.

Grave markers were built for each of them and the six remaining sat around the graves.

"What will we do now?" Hikaru asked quietly, the sun had started to rise, but it wasn't yet visible. The others were silent, not knowing how to answer it. The sun continued to rise, spilling light over the grounds of Ouran.

"We continue living," Takashi spoke up. Hikaru's eyes flashed to Takashi's angrily.

"How are we suppose to continue living and act like we've lost the people most important to us?" Hikaru demanded, shoving a finger towards his brothers grave, "He's dead."

Kyouya spoke up before anyone else could say anything that could possibly start a fight, "Kaoru died while helping Takashi and Haruhi find where the people who are trying to kill us were. Ritsu and Satoshi died trying to stop Haruhi from killing everyone. Haruhi died after helping us defeat those who tried to kill us. If we don't continue living, then we'd be saying 'fuck your efforts' to all four of them."

Everyone went silent, staring at everything but each other. "We could join Nekozawa's group, put our effort into helping a larger group survive," Mitsukuni spoke up, "We can't isolate ourselves to just who we knew before. We'll die if we continue living like this."

There was no disagreement, everyone was too exhausted to do so. Hikaru stood by the graves, not leaving, saying his last goodbyes to his brother. Takashi stood beside him. "You okay?" he asked quietly, afraid that Hikaru was going to do something that put his life in risk. Hikaru jumped, turning to look at Takashi, all anger drained from his body hours ago.

"No, are you?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. Takashi was silent for a while.

"That feeling never goes away," Takashi said quietly, "It only gets easier to ignore."

Hikaru turned to look at the grave again, "Things fell apart so easily..."

Takashi stood silently beside the man until he turned away and started away. Takashi watched as he jogged to catch up with the others. He spared a last look at all the graves. He crouched down and stared at each name individually. It was his fault each grave was filled with a friend. When his eyes closed he remembered each face flickering behind his eyes. Remembered their quirks and remembered first meeting them.

Satoshi was a small baby. With a dark tuff of hair on the top of his hair and grey eyes. Always gurgling, making noises and giggling. He wasn't exactly a problem baby, but he did like to make himself known in a room. He would follow Takashi around once the boy was old enough to crawl and then walk. He placed his brother on a pedestal, never thinking he could do wrong. Takashi was the perfect role model, and sometimes Takashi didn't think he was fit for that role. He wasn't able to protect his brother, and didn't feel worthy of that role at all.

He first met Kaoru in the Host Club, at first he didn't even pay attention to the guy. Focused on Mitsukuni and his needs. After enough of Tamaki's outings to bring the group closer, it worked. He slowly opened up to the twins. He was there when they had their first real fight, the fight that caused Hikaru to dye his hair. Of course, Kaoru went to Mitsukuni, but Takashi was impartial. He thought that Kaoru had his points, but so did Hikaru. He wanted them to work to sort it out, and in the end they did sort it out.

Kasanoda was obsessed with him, but at the same time had a completely superficial view of him. Basing what he saw on the outside and getting confused. Takashi barely interacted with Kasanoda, he was calm most of the time around the redhead kohai. He would allow Kasanoda to do what he wanted, trying to get the kid to stop idolizing him. Though, it took Haruhi and Tamaki to get him to realize that it was because of Takashi's personality that people liked him, not based on what he looked like.

Haruhi. The first girl outside of his family to break down the wall the surrounded him. She was able to work her way in the moment she called out for him to help her. He had lifted her away from Tamaki, felt her slender waist and knew that she was a girl. He cared about her happiness because she cared about all of their happiness. She always wanted them to live their way to its fullest and how they wanted to live it.

"I will fight on till the end," he murmured, staring at their graves. "I won't let you regret your deaths."

"Takashi," Mitsukuni called, stopping and turning back, "Hurry up, we're leaving."

Takashi stood up, nodding. Casting one glance at the tombs before striding away. Not looking back.

End.

A/N: Oh god dang it. I forgot to save my authors note from last time. So sorry guys!

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