An Iris in the Roses

A drift in a sea of emotions

I wandered around the halls of ouran wondering how my mother was coping with my father returning to protect his employers. I tried to form a fist to punch the wall but, I just couldn't compel myself to do so. I felt so hopeless and weak. My only strength had been taken away from me.the though of holding a gun in my hand again makes me feel sick. All I can remember is the heartlessness I felt towards the man I killed. I don't care about him and I'm afraid. I know I won't get in trouble anymore and I feel no remorse for my actions. I feel disgusted with myself, I wish I were normal, but I'm not and I have to deal.

The host club drifted across my mind and I directed my aimless wandering towards Music Room 3. For once they weren't in cosplay which I'm sure Haruhi was happy about. I made my way around the club room either greeting the hosts or waving to them to let them know I was there. With a cup of tea from Tamaki in one hand and a slice of cake in the other I sat across from the stressed Kyoya who was looking depressed as he started at his book before typing something into the calculator he had on hand.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him as I ate my cake and sipped at my hot vanilla tea. Kyoya did not reply just pushed his notebook towards me. I read over the numbers that were written the and set my tea down with a clatter causing a few head to turn in Kyoya and I's direction. How is this possible I murmured as I flicked back through the pages looking at all the recorded data. "How are you losing money?" I murmured just so Kyoya could hear.
"It's Huni-Senpai's sweet addiction." Kyoya sighed, gently prying the book from my grasp.
"That's going to have to change isn't it." I told him just as Huni senpai painfully said ow.