Day 29: Music Room

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Quatre was thankful that his "name" wasn't called to be visited, but there was always the next shift. He knew he probably should have hunted down his comrades to see if they were safe this shift as well and if they could think of a plan to escape. It was strange being in captivity, Quatre had never been caught by OZ and when one of the remaining White Fang factions had attempted to assassinate him, the action had resulted in the deaths of many innocent politicians and bureaucrats; people who had families and who had honestly been hoping to do the best with the peace that Quatre and so many like him had tried so hard to obtain.

There were a few things that could completely take Quatre's mind off even the most horrible of facts, one of them was music. So when the nurse mentioned that he could go to the 'Music Room' he couldn't help but want to at least look in the room. There was an assortment of instruments for him to choose from. There were no classical pieces to speak of, but Quatre considered the fact that an attentive enough patient could use a number of the pieces of a piano to kill someone. That and you couldn't really use headphones on a real flute.

He ran his fingers over the electric keyboard before sitting down to it.

He had once told a good friend, Noin, that he played what he felt and at the moment his anxiousness was overwhelming. If he played at least a little bit of it, it might release from him, might take some of the pressure from his heart.

That, and it would be reassuring to be doing something he loved to do. He placed the headphones on his ears, trying not to allow his emotions to affect any of the patients that might enter the room after him, and started to play.

The sound was dulled, probably for safety reasons, but that was probably for the best. If anyone spoke to him he would be able to hear, even if he let the music that his fingers played with electrical sound take him away from Landel's prison walls.

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"How can I smile when there is nothing to smile about?" Tamaki frowned, the opposite of what he was being asked. What did they expect from him? "I've lost my best friend. And I don't know... we don't know..." He looked away, running a hand through his hair and sighing.

"I spent all night last night in my room, seeing to people who'd been torn open and burnt and broken. After failing to help my boyfriend. And this morning I find out that two people I care for very much are just gone, as though they never existed. Did this place win? Are they out there somewhere, living fake lives? Are they dead? Worse?" Tamaki's voice was quavering as he spoke, and his eyes were bright and wet as he finally let out everything he'd been feeling since that man spoke to him at brunch.

"How am I supposed to smile?"

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Kaoru wanted to run and hide. Not even the mention of a 'boyfriend' could brighten his mood.

"Tamaki.... if you can't smile, how is anyone else supposed to?"
He wanted to suggest that Tamaki stopped helping injured people, but he knew it wouldn't work. Tamaki had to help people and now he'd lost his spark, he needed a new way doing so beyond trying to make people feel loved and wanted.

"Come on. It's Kyouya, he can't be beaten. He's out there finding a way to get us out. And...Haruhi went missing before....she was fine when she came back, right? If they were.... well, someone would know. Like that other guy last night. Wouldn't they?" he reasoned. "So....wherever they are and however long they're there....they'll be ok."
Kaoru could feel his sulky cloud begin to lift a little. He wasn't happy, but he was determined.
"And we'll be ok too. Just like you said, we'll check in with each other every morning. We'll... we'll find something to do every day. To keep busy and help people and find our way out. Tamaki. We an do this...we....just need you to lead. Right?" he said, glancing towards his brother, finally making eye contact. A silent apology passed between the two boys.

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Hikaru just wanted to crawl in a hole and disappear. Tamaki was supposed to be the one holding them together. Not...this. He couldn't stand to see his friend so broken.

"Yeah," he said, echoing Kaoru. "I know that Kyouya's out there somewhere, threatening people with his private army. The Ootori are never defeated, right?"

He didn't want to talk about Haruhi. It hurt too much.

Leaning against his twin, he smiled a little. "Right. Tamaki, no matter where we are, you're still the Idiot King of the Host Club. And..." God, he didn't want to admit this. "...We need you to...you know. Be the Idiot King. Because where would we be without you?"

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"Yes. You're probably right." Tamaki didn't believe that, but he wouldn't say that out loud. Not when he had to be the strong one. Oh, he'd never really been used to this. He was realizing now that being a leader for real was a lot different than being a leader like he was used to.

It was strange, having people need him like this. And to think that they really did need him. But they did, and what he could he do?

He forced a smile, trying to make it as natural as possible. He didn't know how well he did. He couldn't laugh it off because it still hurt too much inside, but he'd just have to hide it. He'd done that before.

"Perhaps we should hold another meeting of the Club...."