Ouran- Spirit Minded No. 10

There was no denying the Ouran campus was a beautiful one, especially after a big storm when the sun came back out of hiding and shined over the magnificent space.  The courtyard in particular was a lovely place to relax before and after school hours.  Though at around 4 o clock the next day, the courtyard was devoid of all life, save for one melancholy spirit sitting by the fountain.

It was mostly nostalgia that led Tamaki to settle here for the time being.  This was, after all, the setting of his first moment alone with Haruhi.  Were he feeling less depressed, he might've smiled at the memory.  She'd been so sweet and adorable, knee deep in the water searching for her wallet.  But then, she'd always looked sweet and adorable to him, even when she was angry.

"I'm such an idiot," he muttered to himself, not for the first time since his miraculous revelation.

When he'd realized he was in love with Haruhi, he suddenly saw all sorts of past events in a new light.  His first meeting with Ranka; his despair at watching her give her first kiss to Kanako; his jealousy and rage at Kasanoda; it had never been fatherly emotions, it had always been love.  Real, romantic, honest-to-God love.  And how ironic was it that the relationships of others were always something he could interpret with ease, and yet his own feelings were completely lost on him.

All night long, even after the storm died down and Haruhi managed to fall asleep, he'd stayed by her side, watching her and thinking about everything that had happened to him.  His realization had brought more than happiness to him, it also brought sadness.  He was in love with Haruhi and he'd never realized it until now.

Until he was a wandering spirit whose body was almost dead.

It certainly threw a wrench in any potential relationship.  

"I'm such an idiot," He couldn't remind himself enough.  

He'd been thinking about it for a while now.  His father had refused to pull the plug, and for that, he was eternally grateful, but did it even matter?  He didn't know how to get back, what if he couldn't?  Having to wander the earth at some plane between life and death, unseen by all he held dear, and watching Haruhi graduate and grow old without him, it was a fate worse than death.

He was angry, mostly at himself.  If he hadn't tried to walk to her house, if he hadn't tripped and thrown the pudding at her, if he'd just realized he was in love with her instead of being an IDIOT…

It didn't matter.  Nothing mattered if he couldn't get back.  He could tell her he loved her over and over again, he could stood directly in front of her, his nose almost touching hers and screamed it loud enough to shatter her eardrums.  She'd never hear him.

Tamaki looked down at his hands, resting on his lap.  He couldn't feel them, he'd noticed it before, but it hadn't quite sunk in until recently.  He couldn't feel anything, he couldn't touch anything.  He wasn't even solid.  He had bemoaned his apparent death two days ago when he first figured it out, but even then, he probably hadn't realized the extent of the situation.  He wasn't dead, but he was pretty close, so did it even matter that he figured out his feelings if he couldn't express them?  Could there really be a way for him to return to his body?  Did Haruhi even feel the same way?

He didn't know, he didn't know anything for sure except one thing.

"I'm such an idiot."

"…well, that's not a positive attitude."

Tamaki jumped and looked up, surprised to see a concerned Elissa watching him with her hands firmly planted on her hips.

"When did you get here?" Tamaki asked.

"A few minutes ago," she answered.  "Miyako asked us to come get you."

"Us?" Tamaki repeated.

He then noticed Hoki and Naru walked up behind the ghostly opera singer.  Hoki looked uncharacteristically solemn.

"Yeah, kid," he said.  "Don't be so glum, okay?  You'll get back to normal, no problem!"

His overly reassuring tone surprised Tamaki and, in spite of everything, made him smile a bit.

"No offence, Hoki," he said.  "But you're the last person I expected to hear that from."

The ghost grinned easily and gave a shrug. "Yeah, well, I've thought it over and I don't think you're ready for ghost life yet.  You're just not cut out for it."

"For once, I agree with the Cretin," Elissa continued for him.  "While we want you to get your life back… well, we will miss you."

"Yeah," Naru piped up, clinging to Tamaki's pants leg, "You're really nice and I like you a lot.  I don't want you go, but Ms. Elissa and Mr. Hoki said you have to.  So it's okay, but I'll miss you a whole lot anyway."

Tamaki stared at them.  These wandering spirits he'd somehow managed to pick up.  They barely even knew him and yet they treated him like a life long friend.  Until the Host Club, he'd never had anyone like that outside his family.  Their smiling faces looking down (or up, in Naru's case) on his sitting form made him want to cry again, but for a whole different reason.

"Now come on," Elissa said, clapping his shoulder.  "Miyako's waiting for you.  She hasn't given up, neither have your friends and neither can you."

Tamaki smiled and stood up.  His fears were still there, but they had lessened.  Knowing that he had so many people who cared about him and believed in him could keep him going for as long as it took.

**
School had been out for a half an hour now.  The only people left in the building were the faculty, students partaking in club activities, and students having meetings with their teachers.

Or Miyako's case, waiting outside a teacher's office for a student to finish a meeting.  The medium leaned against a pillar right next to the door, and from her position could just make out Haruhi Fujioka discussing something with her teacher.  She'd watched the girl before telling her Host Club friends that she had to meet with a teacher and would get to the hospital herself later.  They'd argued, but Haruhi won out in the end and they were probably at the hospital by now.  It didn't matter, they weren't Miyako's objective.  As she waited, the medium's attention rested with the person on the other end of her cell phone.

"I'm just saying that if her father was a skeptic, there's a good chance she'll be too," Rika was saying.  "We've dealt with this enough times to know that."

"Yeah, that's true," Miyako relented.  "But we've also seen the opposite happen, so we can't judge based on that.  I'm going to talk to her, see how she feels about this.  Hoki, Elissa and Naru-chan are getting Suoh right now, hopefully they'll be back soon.  If he's here, then we-"

"You're just trying to get out doing that, aren't you?"  Rika said.

Her emphasis on the word 'that' bothered Miyako, but she tried not to let it show.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what," Rika's tone was beginning to get to her. "It's probably the only way you're going to convince her.  Relaying information is one thing, actually letting Suoh talk to her himself is-"

"Stop!" Miyako said firmly.  "Don't even continue that sentence, and I'm going to pretend you didn't bring it up.  You know I hate doing that."

"But you may have to," Rika answered matter-of-factly.  "Try it your way first if you like, but if it doesn't work, you'll have no other choice."

Miyako groaned and rested her head against the pillar.

"If only you knew," she muttered into the mouthpiece.  "If you only knew how painful and tiring it is…"

"Oh, buck up," Rika scolded playfully.  "Don't be such a wimp, Miyako."

The medium smirked at that.  "You know, it's amazing the things you and Kenji say to me on a daily basis that I could get you fired for."

"Like you'd actually do it," Rika teased back.  "Just think about what I said, okay?"

Miyako sighed and re-adjusted the phone in her hand.  "Fine, but I really hope it doesn't come to that."

She heard the door creak open.

"Damn it," she cursed softly.  "I have to go, Rika.  Tell Kenji to wait in front of the school, I'm going to the hospital after this."

"Got it," was the older woman's response.

Miyako hung up the phone and edged over the side of the pillar, careful to stay out of view.  Fujioka walked out of the office, accompanied by a teacher, who thanked her for her time before sending her on her way.  When he was back in his office, Haruhi turned and walked slowly away.  Miyako took note of how sad her slightly hunched over her form was.

Taking a deep breath, Miyako stepped out from behind the pillar and walked with brisk steps towards the young honor student.

**
'They do NOT pay me enough for this.' "Ms. Inoue, I've told you time and time again, only family and close friends are allowed to see him and you are not on either-"

"I'm not here for him," Hasami quickly said.

The receptionist blinked.  Hasami Inoue had been coming in every few days to try and force her way into Tamaki Suoh's room.  The woman was starting to believe Hasami might be mentally unstable what with how she acting every time she was refused.  The receptionist had promised Hasami the last time that if she tried it one more time, she'd be barred from the Hospital for good.  Now the girl stood before her, looking completely normal, and apparently not interested at all in seeing Tamaki Suoh.

"I'm sorry, by the way, for my behavior these last few months," the dark haired girl stated, her eyes on the carpet.  "I know I've been extremely rude, it's just that Tamaki-sam… er, Tamaki-kun is a dear friend of mine, and I wanted him to know that I was there supporting him, even if he doesn't know it."

At this, the receptionist couldn't help but feel a little pity.  Perhaps Hasami wasn't really crazy; maybe she was just concerned for her friend (albeit very loudly and forcefully).  She was no expert in psychology, after all.

"Who are you hear to see, then?"  she relented.

"My friend Megumi," Hasami answered.  "Megumi Arashi.  She's in for a broken leg and I wanted to bring her some flowers and a Get Well card."

The receptionist quickly checked the computer and was able to confirm that a Megumi Arashi was on the fourth floor with a broken leg.  She glanced at Hasami's arms, which held a bouquet of flowers with a colorful Get Well card attached to the plastic wrapping.  It was partially open, allowing the woman to see a note inside directed at Megumi.  She also took note of the fact that the fourth floor was extremely far from Tamaki Suoh's.

In the end, she had no real reason to throw Hasami out this time.  She'd have to let her in.

"Let me give you a visitors pass."

**
Five minutes later, Hasami walked up the stairs two at a time, passing the fourth wall without a second glance.  She'd already disposed of the flowers and the card, at the same time smiling at her good fortune.  It had been sheer luck that the Arashi girl had broken her leg.  Hasami had never spoken to her before, but she'd found out through mutual friends.  What a wonderful coincidence it was.

Were she going to live long enough, she might have gone to Arashi's room anyway to thank her, but there was no time.  Every second counted.

As far as she knew, Tamaki-sama hadn't been killed yet.  There definitely would've been an announcement at school that day if he had been.  She didn't know how much longer it would be.  They could be coming right now to end his life for all she knew.  

Getting his room number had been easier than she thought.  In fact, she already had that in the works before she found out Tamaki-sama was going to die.  She remembered a creepy boy in the computers club who had a crush on her.  Only a few shy smiles and compliments were needed to manipulate him into hacking the Ootori medical center's computer, a job which, according to him, took almost 3 days to accomplish.  He'd called her last night and excitedly told her the room number, and all she had to do in return was promise him a date.  It was an acceptable trade, not like she'd be around for him to collect on it, anyway.

In her pocket lay the piece of paper where she'd written her love's room and floor number.  A quick glance at the door she was passing told her she had only two more floors to go.  

"I'll be there soon, Tamaki-sama," she whispered to herself.

She quickened her pace, allowing the full pill bottle to shake and bounce around in her coat pocket.

'Soon…'

**
"Hey, Fujioka!"

Haruhi stopped.  She heard footsteps fast approaching and turned around to find a girl she'd never seen before approaching.  

"Hello," Haruhi greeted her.  "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"No," Miyako shook her head.  "But I know you… well, not personally but I know of you."

Haruhi blinked with evident confusion.  Something about this girl struck her as odd and she suddenly remembered something her dad had told her that morning before she left for school.

"Wait, are you Miyako Kita?" She asked.

The older girl nodded, not liking the cautious tone of voice Fujioka had taken.  

"I need to talk to you," she said quickly.  "It's important."

"My dad told me about you," Haruhi replied with a frown.  "He said you came to my house yesterday and told him Tamaki-senpai was with you or something."

"That's about right, yeah," Miyako confirmed with a nod.  "I actually wanted to see you, but you weren't home."

"I see," Haruhi said curtly before turning and walking away.

"Hey!" Miyako called after her.  "Where are you going?"

Haruhi ignored her and kept walking.

"Look, I can keep up with you," Miyako was saying.  "Let's just stop and discuss this rationally."

"Rationally?" Haruhi repeated with a laugh.  "That's funny, coming from someone who thinks people in comas are following them around."

"That's actually not-"

Miyako was cut off when Haruhi turned around, her eyes alight with anger.

"Listen," she said in a low voice.  "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but it isn't funny or called for.  Tamaki could be dying, how dare you make a joke of that."

"I'm not!" Miyako snapped, her own anger rising.  "You can call me whatever you like, I've heard it all before.  But I would never joke about this.  Everything I'm saying right now is the truth.  I am a medium, which means I can see and hear the dead, or in Suoh's case, the comatose."

Haruhi wasn't moving, so Miyako ventured a step forward.

"Whatever you believe, the fact is that Suoh's spirit has been bugging the Hell out of me for two days now.  He's told me all kinds of things, like how you're really a girl and why you're in the Host Club, and right now, all he wants is to speak to you.  That is the truth."

Haruhi's anger faded for just a second.  The implications of that statement, while it logically couldn't be true, looked very good to her.  What if it were possible that Tamaki's spirit had left his body?  And what if this girl really was what she claimed to be and could see him?  What if she really could talk to Tamaki again, and tell him how sorry she is, and how much she…

But it can't be true, her logical side said.  Ghosts aren't real and neither are psychics.  She probably figured out on her own that Haruhi was a girl, it wasn't that hard to figure out, after all; and she had to be bluffing when she said she knew how Haruhi got coerced into the Host Club.  This girl is just a charlatan, she has to be.

"There's no such thing as ghosts," Haruhi muttered.

She heard Miyako give a frustrated sigh, but didn't care.  Her anger had reignited and all she wanted to do was get away from this insensitive person.

"Don't bother me anymore," Haruhi pushed pasted the older girl.  "I don't have time for games, and don't bother trying your lies with the others.  I can't guarantee they'll be as nice as me."

She started to walk away, and for a moment, Miyako could only stand there and think about what she'd just heard.

"You really care about him, don't you?"  Her words were so soft, the retreating Haruhi didn't hear them.  She did however, hear Miyako's next statement.

"FINALLY!  What the Hell took you so long?"

**
"Oh, well excuse me, Miss Attitude," Hoki answered mockingly.  "We had to get him out of an emo funk before bringing him over here, right Kid?"

Tamaki didn't hear him, he was too focused on the girl walking away.

"Haruhi!" he called out.  "Haruhi, wait!"

She kept going, and Tamaki's shoulders sagged.

"She can't hear me…" he whispered miserably, falling to his knees.  "She really can't…"

Miyako watched the scene in silence, her attention half on Suoh and half on Rika's words from before.

"It's probably the only way you're going to convince her of anything."

Miyako groaned. "Damn it, Rika, I hate when you're right."

She looked at Suoh, then at Fujioka, who was almost all the way down the Hall.

'And I REALLY hate doing this.'

"Suoh," her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Suoh glanced up at her with an incredibly downtrodden look in his eye.  Miyako ignored it and stood in front of him.

"Stand up," she ordered.  

He blinked, "Why?"

"Just do it!" Miyako snapped, sufficiently scaring him into doing what she said.

Once he was at full height, she turned so that her back was facing him.

"Put your hand on my back," she told him.  "Over my heart."

The order clearly confused him as he continued to hesitate.  Growing increasingly annoyed, Miyako whipped her head around and glared at him.

"Did you not hear me," she snapped.  "She'll leave if you don't.  Do what I say now, before I change my mind."

Tamaki continued to stare, but tentatively raised his arm.  He saw Miyako brace herself, and wondered what she thought was going to happen.  Haruhi's footsteps were fading more and more every second, and he knew he couldn't let her leave.  He had to trust Miyako.  Gently, his hand touched her back, and moved through it just as he'd expected.

Only this wasn't like the other times.  Normally, he would move through a solid object or person like they were little more than air.  This time, he felt as if he was being sucked through by a vacuum.  He realized with a gasp that his hand hadn't come out the other side like it should have, and that an invisible force was literally pulling him into Miyako.

"Just relax, kid!" Hoki called out.  Did that mean he knew what was happening?

Tamaki had no time to ask, as a minute later, his whole being was sucked into Miyako before he could make a sound.

Meanwhile, Haruhi was just about to turn the corner and put herself out of Miyako's sight, but she stopped dead in her tracks and whirled around in fright when she heard the other girl begin to scream.

**
Hasami peeked through the glass window in the door.  Tamaki-sama's room was at the end of the hall where the stairs were, meaning his door was right next to where she stood, obstructed only by a broom closet.

She sat in wait as the guards by the elevators stood with watchful eyes, ready to take down anyone who tried to get to their charge.  According to her lover boy, they rotating shifts in approximately six more minutes.  That was fine; Hasami could wait.  She clutched the sleeping pill bottle in her hand and stared at the door.  Just a few more minutes now.

**
Tamaki's eyes opened.  The first thing he noticed was how weird he felt, like he'd just gone on a roller coaster seven times in a row.  He stood up straight, for he'd been leaning over the wall, and struggled to keep his balance amidst the dizziness.

"What was that?" He said loudly, then he shrieked and clutched at his throat.

"W-what the-" There is was again, his voice.

It sounded just like Miyako's.

Frantically, he ran to the window and it's reflective surface could just make out the face staring back at him.  Miyako's face.  He raised an arm experimentally, and Miyako's arm went up as well.  Looking down, he saw not his usual school uniform, but a female one on a female body.

"Oh my God," he whispered.  "I'm in Miyako's body?"

He took a moment to marvel at this.  He'd seen possession in movies, but never thought that sort of thing could happen in real life.  It seemed like many other things, he was very wrong about that.

He heard footsteps again, and suddenly remembered just what he should be doing at this moment.

"Haruhi!" He called out to her.

She didn't stop.  Probably because she could only hear Miyako's voice and not his, but he still broke into a run, desperate to catch his love before he could lose her again.

"Wait, Haruhi stop!"

He caught up to her fast and grabbed her arm, making her instinctively pull away.

"Get off me!" she shouted.  "What do you want now?"

"Haruhi, it's me!" There was no time to beat around the bush.  "It's me, it's Tamaki!"

Haruhi's eyes widened for a second, then narrowed angrily again.

"You're crazy," she spat venomously at the person she thought was Miyako.  "Let go now and get away from me."

"No!" Tamaki cried, holding on tight. "No, Haruhi, please.  You have to believe.  It really is me."

"Let GO!" Haruhi insisted, jerking her arm so hard she almost got it free.

Sensing no other way to stop her, and genuinely wanting to do this again, Tamaki raised his (Miyako's?) other arm and wrapped it around her, pulling her close to him.

"Please," he whispered.  "Believe in me.  I'm here, I'm always here.  I told you that, remember?  That you didn't have to be alone anymore."

At those words, Haruhi stopped struggling, her mind flashing back to all the moments she had shared with Tamaki.  During that thunderstorm on Kyoya's private beach, that day in the maze, when they were flying in the air and he held her just like this…

"Please believe me…"

That voice, it wasn't his.  It wasn't Tamaki's voice, and this wasn't Tamaki's body.  It didn't look like him, sound like him, feel like him.

But in that moment, she had to believe, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was him.

"Tamaki…"

**
Tamaki cried.  He heard her say his name and the tears started to flow.  He had wanted to cry so many times since his ordeal began, but he hadn't been able to.  Now he was in a solid, physical body, and the girl he loved was in his arms.  Tears streamed down his cheeks, releasing all the sadness and fear he'd been keeping for the past two days.

"Tamaki," Haruhi spoke again.  "It's really you, isn't it?"

He smiled, "Of course it is, I'd never leave you, Haruhi."

She looked up at him with equally tear filled eyes.  Slowly, she reached up and ever so lighting brush her fingers against his wet cheeks.

"You're crying…" she whispered.

He smiled, "It's okay.  People are always saying I'm dripping with good looks."

The line didn't really fit the situation like it had all the other times, but it needed to be said.  Because for Haruhi, it was the final proof necessary that this really was Tamaki Suoh holding her.

"How," she hiccupped.  "How did this happen?"

Tamaki shook his head. "I don't know.  That's not important right now.  Listen, Haruhi, I don't blame you for anything.  Don't believe for a minute that it was your fault, it was all mine.  And more than anything, I want you to know that I've always lo- ERGH!"

Tamaki doubled over, letting go of Haruhi in the process.  She stepped back, confused and scared.

"Tamaki, what is it?" She asked him, but he didn't seem to hear her.

She watched him struggled to breathe, and if she were a medium herself, she would have seen Tamaki's spirit suddenly fly out of Miyako's body and land on the ground three feet away.  The screaming stopped, and Haruhi took a nervous step towards the body Tamaki was inhabiting, which now breathed heavily like someone who'd just run a marathon.  When they looked up, Haruhi's heart sunk.  Somehow, she just knew it wasn't Tamaki anymore.

"I'm sorry," Miyako breathlessly said.  "I can't do that for very long…"

She fell to her knees and clutched her throbbing head.  Her eyes fell on Suoh, who was watching her with a sad and frustrated look on his face.  She wondered to herself just what Suoh had been saying to Fujioka.

**
Kyoya sat side by side with his fellow Hosts, waiting anxiously for the doctor to say something.  He'd asked to speak to them just a minute ago, but since then had just been pursuing a medical file in complete silence.  Looking around, he could tell his friends were getting antsy, and rightfully so.  If this fool of a doctor was just going to waste time, why did he even ask them here?

"As you all know," he finally spoke.  "Our staff performs twice daily check-ups on Mr. Suoh."

Kyoya nodded, "What's your point?"

The doctor, momentarily making a face at the Ootori boy's tone, sighed, "It's difficult to say.  I've spoken with young Mr. Suoh's father, and he's made it clear that we are not to turn off the life support under any circumstances.  However…"

When he stopped, everyone became irritable fast.

"However what?" Hikaru demanded, standing up and causing Kaoru to try and pull him back down.

"I'm afraid it may not make much of a difference," The doctor concluded.  "Young Mr. Suoh doesn't have a good chance of waking up anytime soon.  It may never happen."

A palpable silence descended over everyone.  The doctor was no stranger to this reaction, and so it didn't get to him as much as it used to.

"Forgive me for being so blunt," he said, sympathetically.  "I didn't want to sugar coat it, so-"

"It's no problem, doctor," Kyoya interrupted him.  "But you have no need for concern."

His mind's eye created a picture of Tamaki.  His happy face and his idiotic grin, and he wanted to roll his eyes and smile at the same time.

"Tamaki will make it," he said in a strong voice.  "You'd understand if you truly knew him."

**
Haruhi sat in the hallway.  From her perspective, she was alone save for Miyako Kita.  She knew, however, that this wasn't true.  Tamaki Suoh was there with them as well, unseen by all but his fellow spirits and the medium sitting next to her.

"He says he was there when his Grandmother tried to pull the plug," Miyako told her.

Haruhi perked up a bit.  "He saw that?"

Miyako nodded, "He says thanks for defending him."

Haruhi smiled slightly and leaned back against the wall.  "I would have done it no matter what.  She had no right to do what she did."

"Are you sure she didn't think she was doing the right thing?"  Miyako asked.  "I don't know much about Shizue Suoh, but are you sure she didn't think she was saving him from more pain?"

Haruhi stared vacantly at the older girl.  Truthfully, she hadn't thought of that, only because it didn't seem like Tamaki's Grandmother cared one bit about him,  The woman's eyes were so cold and her voice so emotionless.

"No," Haruhi shook her head.  "I don't think so."

Miyako shrugged. "Well like I said, I don't know her."

The medium turned her head to the side, where Haruhi presumed Tamaki was sitting.  Miyako listened for a minute, then rolled her eyes and turned around.

"He was at your house yesterday too," she said.  "During the storm."

That made Haruhi's eyes widen.  Last night had been a difficult one for her.  Stormy weather had been a source of great fear since she was a child, and last night was no different.  The two previous storms, she'd had Tamaki and Hikaru respectively to help her through it.  Last night, she'd been all alone.  The thunder seemed louder when she had nobody to sat with her.  Now, knowing that she hadn't really been on her own; that Tamaki stayed with her even when there was nothing he could do…

He really did care, didn't he?

"He also says your pajamas are really cute," Miyako deadpanned.

Like a scratching record, Haruhi was brought back to reality and her eye started to twitch.

"I see," she said stiffly.  "He didn't happen to watch me change, did he?"

She sent a glare in the direction she believed he was sitting, and apparently struck gold as Miyako gave a groan of annoyance.

"Would you stop yelling?" she said to him before turning to Haruhi.  "He says he didn't… he will not stop saying he didn't… and now he's running for the corner.  Why does he do that?"

Haruhi chuckled softly.  Even as a spirit, Tamaki was the same as ever.  She gave a sigh as she calmed back down, and the weight of the situation came back to her.  She was wondering what to say next when Miyako spoke for her.

"He cares about you a lot," she said as she turned to look the younger girl in the eye.  "You know that, right?"

Haruhi stared back, her mind once again filling with thoughts of Tamaki as she smiled.  "Yes, I know.  I… I care about him too."

**
This was it.

She'd waited so long, too long for her to bear, but now Hasami stood over her love, his pale face and barely moving chest like a vision of Hell itself.  It didn't matter though, it would be over soon.  

Hasami leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Tamaki-sama's lips.  

"Don't worry, darling," she whispered.  "Your suffering ends now."

And then she got down on her knees, searching behind the machinery keeping him alive for the plug.

**
Tamaki finally came out of the corner a few minutes later.  He walked back to where the snickering Hoki and the annoyed Miyako sat beside his beloved Haruhi.

He stopped short when he felt an intense pain shoot through chest, like someone was stabbing him.  Groaning, he fell to his knees, the pain was becoming worse every second and leaving him unable to keep from crying out again.

"Suoh, what the Hell?" Was Miyako's startled shouted.

"What's wrong with you, kid?" he heard Hoki say.

Through the corner of his eye, he saw Haruhi.  She looked confused and scared, wondering why Miyako was suddenly acting so frantic.  It only made the pain worse.

"What's wrong?" Miyako said harshly, but still with evident concern, both in her voice and her eyes.

"It's… my body," Tamaki choked out.  "I think… something's wrong."