Haruhi's death and the arrival of a twin

Discription: When Haruhi is a victim of a hit-and-run, the hosts take it hard. They go and visit her grave and find something they don't want. When Haruhi's long lost twins shows up, how much pain will it cause?

This was inspired by nightcore- look at me now:

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and What hurts the most (A Tamaki and Haruhi tribute):

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Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC. (Note: my OC's name is NOT HaruHI but HaruKO or HaruKI.)

-~Chapter 1: The death~-

Haruhi was walking home with the host club from shopping when a car came squealing around the bend. Haruhi was in front. Tamaki and the others were a little ways back.

"Run! What are you doing? RUN!" Haruhi screamed at them as the car rushed toward her.

Everyone did as told. When the hit-and-run was done, they went back. They suddenly regretted it. Haruhi, broken, in a pool of blood.

"Haruhi? Haruhi. HARUHI!" Tamaki was grieving. He shed tears as her fell to the ground. He cried her name over and over. The twins were clutching each other, wailing. Mori was comforting a hysterical Honey. Even Kyoya was crying.

No one spoke. The neighbors were gathering, gasping, crying, muttering. The grieving men didn't notice.

When the ambulance arrived, thanks to one of the neighbors, they watched as the paramedics moved the broken Haruhi into the stretcher and away from them. The Hosts were questioned and afterward they let them go on their merry way. Kyoya couldn't be more furious.

Had they known her? Doubtful. Do they really care? Probably not.

Honey was ranting on and on while crying.

Tamaki was as lifeless as Haruhi was.

The twins had shut the doors to them. Haruhi was everything to all of them. Now she was gone. A few minutes ago she was scoulding them again, as usual, now she was just a lifeless shell. Never to laugh again.

Kyoya finally called a limo to pick them up. No one spoke. Imprinted on their lids was broken Haruhi.

Honey and Mori were the first to get home. Next was the Hitachiin twins.

Tamaki got out silently, trying to hide his emotions, but Kyoya saw through the mask.

Tamaki blamed himself, thinking it was his fault. He was in shock.

Kyoya didn't blame him. When he was in his room. Kyoya let everything out.

He screamed, threw things. He finally curled up into a ball in pain. He fell into an unrestful sleep.

-~Tamaki~-

His mind could think of nothing but Haruhi. Everything was falling apart. Nothing held him to the world now.

He cried himself to sleep.

-~Hikaru & Kaoru~-

They had closed up whatever welcome they had given the world.

They wouldn't come out this time. No matter what. They clutched each other and cried. Haruhi was opening them, making them open up to the world. Her death push them over the edge for the moment.

Her death shattered the progress.

Too soon. Way too soon, Haruhi!

-~Honey~-

He was training martial arts harder than ever. His little brother, Yasuchika, watched in fear from the door way. Usa-chan was in a corner. Honey was completely ignoring it. Chika was in total fear. He had NEVER saw his brother act this way.

Pure hate was smeared on the martial arts master's face.

-~Mori~-

He got to his room and broke down. Haruhi. Dead. It was too much. Much like Honey, his little brother watched from the door way.

Mori couldn't take it anymore. He walked out the door to a training room. (A different room from Honey's.)

He pounded the punching bag all night. Both Honey and Mori fell asleep where they were.

The host club's taking this hard. This is my first time doing this particular type of story. NO FLAMERS!

Tell me if you want me to continue. I don't brush off people correcting my mistakes.

~Elayna