The Abused and Suicidal Host {EDITED}

Alternative Ending

Araki woke the next morning with a smile on his face, from both the fact that this was his last day on this earth and because of his dream. His smile was on his face for the remainder of the time it took him to get ready for school before he walked out of his room he took the letters for the club members and Saburo and placed them in his book bag.

Araki then walked out of his room and walked to the front door, a smile still on his face, Sakura looked shocked but greeted his young master happily, on the drive to school Araki couldn't help but feel a tiny amount of guilt for deciding to end his life and leaving behind such amazing stuff, who became Araki's family, and his new friends at the host club, but his happiness overrode that guilt, he even felt a slight bit of excitement at the fact that he'll see his beloved bubba again.

When Sakura pulled up in front of the school gates, he opened his masters door and wished him a good day, then got back in the limo and pulled away, Araki walking into school, he saw everyone looking at him in shock, probably because he still has a smile on his face, Araki shook if off and headed straight for his class.

The day passed by quicker then it ever did for Araki, when it was lunch he had visited class 1-A to put the twins and Haruhi's letters into the book bags, then went to 2-A for Kyoya and Tamaki to put there letters in there bags, then finally back to his class 3-A to give Mitsukuni and Takashi there letters also.

Araki, while walking out of the school gates and climbing into the limo, he thought over his life, and he was content with all of his decisions that all led him to this point in his life, he finally was beginning to feel an emotion he hadn't felt since he was a child and Satsuki was still alive.

When Araki arrived home he went straight to his room to finish writing his fathers letter, whilst singing the song that he rigged up to play when his door opens after he ends it:

'Hello my dear, kill me, gently

A burned body doesn't leave you

Maybe... would you be sad you couldn't save me

If you were to see me die?

Should I consider your difficulty breathing

All just a lie, an act?

"Creaking sounds" rain down all around me

My trembling is unceasing

My brain keeps trying to comprehend the pain of this isolation

Die for me, for me, you can't save it

Is it wrong?

Show me the answer

Look at me, slowly sway from side to side

Your eyes follow me as I swing

Those tears that fall cant be a lie

My hands... eyes... mind and breath

At the end, all that's left

Is a record of festering despair and corruption

And a child who wasn't rescued from the wreckage

Scattering the figure's shadow

Hatred and terror mixed in a scream

In the end, affection is stripped away

Why must my body rot away as well?

I die (x8)