A/N: I realize that I am being a complete and utter hypocrite by posting this het fic, but I wrote it for my friend for her thirteenth birthday a few years ago and came across it the other day. I decided to post it on the premonition that my friend will find it on here. Hopefully she will. I am younger than the friend that I wrote this fic for (and that should give you a good indication as to how old I was when I wrote this) and I await with baited breath to see how many of you like this fic. Enjoy!
WARNING: Rated M for a reason. Contains explicit content, light violence, language, suggested themes, etc.
This is MoriXOC with KyouyaXTamaki as a side story. If you don't like these types of pairings, then don't read this fic!
Yamamoto, Yukiko was walking slowly down a random hall in Ouran Academy looking for a quiet place to study when out of nowhere, two men grabbed her arms and waist roughly before bodily hurling her inside a seemingly deserted music room. They stepped in front of her, showing their faces as she tried to discern who they were. The taller one had brown hair and startlingly light blue eyes. The shorter of the two men was redheaded, with green eyes, and freckles dotted his fair skin. The latter of the two intimidating men glared at her wickedly.
"Do it." the shorter, leaner one said and the tall muscular one pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. Yuki's eyes widened in horror as she felt the cold shackles attach to her wrists that were currently being held high above her head, and soon another pair was clasped around her ankles, effectively immobilizing her extremities. She thrashed about violently, trying to escape the men's grasp as the larger one dragged her across the floor before hoisting her up and slamming her against a wall, causing her to gasp from the pain that shot through her spine. He pinned her hands above her head, holding her still as the smaller one stepped forth and ran a hand harshly over her stomach. She kicked at him aggressively but he dodged the attack and held her legs down with his knees.
"This is what you get for being such a slut." he said maliciously, Yuki's eyes widening even further at the cruel tone. I'm a slut? she thought to herself crazily, trying in vain to think of a time when she flirted or dressed inappropriately. The little man smirked at her expression.
"You are such an oblivious bitch. You tease men constantly, what with your cute little walk and your detached attitude. You think you're better than everyone else, don't you?" he spat, and she flinched as a result. She didn't even notice that she was apparently being a tease and acting standoffishly. The undersized man chuckled darkly. "We'll cure you of that easily." he grinned. A tight knot of fear began to curl in the pit of her stomach. These men were going to hurt her, possibly kill her. She looked around the room in desperation, trying to find someone or something that could aid her in the dire predicament she now found herself in.
"Nothing can help you now," the taller one spoke for the first time, as if he could read her thoughts of escape. His voice was higher than was to be expected from such an intimidating figure. Yukiko squirmed uselessly, her wrists cutting deeply into the cuffs, making them bleed profusely. The redhead chuckled again.
"Oh, I like that," he murmured in her ear, and she recoiled immediately from his voice. "Now, hold still, and maybe I'll take it easy on you," he whispered delicately, and she all but froze. Luckily, a tiny boy walked into the room, holding a pink bunny tightly to his chest, and he looked at the three other people in the room with a speculative gaze upon his face.
"What's going on?" he asked innocently, and Yukiko yelled at him to help her. The brunette punched her in the abdomen, and tears sprang to her eyes instantly. She almost choked on the blood that was now leaking from her mouth. The boy's brown orbs widened at the red liquid running down her face and from the lacerations on her arms.
"Scram, kid. We don't have time for you right now." the smaller man said tightly, and turned back to his victim. The boy ran from the room, looking petrified. Yukiko watched feebly as he left, a sinking feeling raging through her system. "Now, where were we?" the redhead asked, chilling the terrified girl's blood.
Suddenly, a group of men came bursting into the room, the boy that had interrupted earlier in the lead.
"There! Takashi, save her!" the boy yelled, and the tallest man in the group launched forward, throwing a hard fist in the blue-eyed figure's face. The man fell, releasing his grip on Yukiko's arms. The freckled man looked up, frightened beyond all belief as the tall boy named Takashi punched him in the face as well, knocking him out effectively. He fell upon the other boy, both unconscious. Takashi turned to her, a concerned look etched into his usually stoically handsome features. The small boy came rushing forward, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist. "Are you alright, Yuki-chan?" he asked anxiously. She groaned as she brought her still bleeding arms down, nodding slightly.
"I think so…" she said as the others came closer. The blond one with the purple eyes flew about, gesticulating dramatically and yelling indistinctively in a high-pitched voice. The one with the glasses was writing furiously in a small black notebook, presumably about her attackers. Two identical ginger twins were beating the two comatose men, screaming obscenities at them. A young girl in male's clothing was standing behind everyone else, absorbing the scene around her as best she could. Yukiko cocked her head at the girl; did she want to look like a boy? Shaking off the thought, she returned her attention to the blond boy clinging to her waist. He rubbed her face on her belly, and she moaned at the sensation. She felt a large bruise appearing, and the boy looked up at her, his eyes filling with tears.
"I'm sorry!" he apologized quickly, still hugging her. She smiled tiredly down at him.
"It's alright." she said quietly, and glanced up at the tall dark-haired male standing over her protectively. "Thank you…" she bowed her head in respect.
"Yama-san…" he said in his deep baritone voice. "What happened?" he asked seriously, staring at her intensely. She blushed slightly. The flamboyant blond one had calmed down enough to speak clearly.
"Yes, what happened to you? What were these perverts trying to do to you?" he asked worriedly, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. She sighed.
"These boys grabbed me and dragged me in here to—to…" she gasped again as the shackles around her ankles were released, and glanced down to see her giant rescuer undoing the cuffs with a small grey key. The boy that was wrapped around her spoke in a hushed tone.
"Takashi found the key in the mean guy's pocket." he explained. She nodded and held out her wrists as he undid the manacles, and she rubbed at them absently. The blood had stopped flowing, but pulling the silver out of her skin had agitated the scabs trying to form and they started bleeding more quickly than before. She hissed at the feeling and the bespectacled boy came forward with a first aid kit in his hands.
"Come with me." he said firmly and pulled her to the nearest couch. He pulled out two tan ace bandages and started wrapping them around her hands. The twins had finished pounding the two men and came to stand behind her, quizzical looks on their faces. They looked at the small boy that had come to sit on the other side of Yukiko, for the shorter black-haired boy was on her left side, tending to her now-swollen wrists. Mori silently gave Yukiko a handkerchief to wipe up the stray blood that had leaked out of her mouth and down her arms, and she thanked him.
"Honey-sempai," the twins said in unison. "How do you know this girl?" they asked.
"Oh!" he started, as if lost in thought. "I met her a couple years ago when Takashi and I were walking home. She was sitting on the sidewalk a few blocks away from my house." he smiled sweetly. "Her backpack had just broken and she was picking up her stuff. I offered to help and then invited her over for a play date. We had cake and talked about lots of stuff. I found out she was in the same grade as me and Takashi, and that she's half-American." he grinned at the information he had just uttered and turned back to the short haired blonde girl next to him. "She came over a lot after that. We're good friends now, right Yuki-chan?" he asked, his eyes wide. She nodded, a small smile on her face as she thought about their "play dates."
She flipped her severely short hair out of her face, for it was shorter than Haruhi's, but it was styled in such a way that not even Tamaki could mistake her for anything but a girl. Her large chest jutted out proudly from her now wrinkled uniform, and her eyes were an unidentifiable shade of bluish-greenish-grey. She smiled at him sweetly, making the twins and Tamaki gasp as the change in expression brightened her face immensely. She was quite beautiful, in a rather exotic sort of way. Part-American, was she?
"So," she said uneasily, "Why don't I introduce myself properly? I am Yamamoto, Yukiko. Pleased to meet you all, and thank you very much for saving me." she blushed again.
"Yukiko-sempai, will you put these on?" the male with the glasses said, holding up a pair of men's trousers. "I need to tend to the wound on your stomach as quickly as possible." she blushed and took them from the younger boy. "You can use the dressing rooms over that way." he gestured behind him with his thumb, rummaging through the first aid kit. She stood, and noticed for the first time that she was taller than everyone in the room except for Mori and the teen with the glasses. She nodded once quietly and started to walk off towards the dressing rooms when someone grabbed her elbow, forcing her to turn around. Mori had shed his blazer, tie, and collared shirt, offering the latter to her expectantly.
"You'll need this." he said, his deep voice rumbling quietly. She bowed to him again and took it, not wanting to seem rude. She went off to a small curtain-covered area and discarded her blood-stained dress. Looking down for the first time at her abused midsection, she almost gasped at the purple and yellow blotch now covering her entire stomach. After putting on the ill-fitting trousers and large shirt, she came out of the little room and went back to sit on the couch she had vacated earlier, wincing as she sat. Her white bra was easily seen through the thin material of the chemise, and Yuki attempted to hide the sight with her forearms. The taller blond boy had come to sit next to her, for Mitsukuni had gone to help Mori pull the still unconscious men onto another couch. The purple-eyed boy presented to Yukiko a single red rose, and drew her face close to his own.
"Yukiko-sempai," he said quietly. "My name is Suoh, Tamaki. You, of course, may call me whatever you wish. We apologize to you, dear princess, that these men hurt you in any way. We shall handle everything; you just relax and stay as comfortable as possible, alright?" His eyes shone with tears and he spoke in a romantic manner. Yukiko snorted delicately.
"Well, aren't you just a little flamboyant? You're slightly bipolar as well. Oh, and don't call me sempai. Too formal." she said with a smirk on her face. He dropped his princely behavior and looked at her, astonished.
"But no one can resist my charming powers!" he whined, obviously displeased. The only other female in the classroom laughed, drawing everyone's attention.
"Yeah right, sempai." she said, amused. Yukiko smiled.
"And who, may I ask, are you?" she inquired politely.
"Oh, I'm Fujioka, Haruhi. It's a pleasure to meet you, Yukiko-sempai." she stated and smiled and bowed slightly in respect.
"I have a question for you." Yukiko spoke in a low tone. "Why do you dress in male attire when it is obvious that you are, in fact, a girl?" she tilted her head curiously. Tamaki froze.
"H-h-how did you know?" he demanded, standing hurriedly. Haruhi just rolled her eyes. Yukiko shrugged.
"I thought it was obvious. The way she spoke, her gait, and even her stance was feminine." she sighed.
"Since we're introducing ourselves, my name is Ootori, Kyouya, and we would appreciate it if you did not mention Haruhi's gender to anyone else." his glasses flashed dangerously, a purple aura starting to ominously appear around him. Yukiko nodded.
"Of course, of course. I was merely curious." she said courteously and turned to Kyouya. "You said you wanted to look at my abdomen?" she asked quietly, her cheeks reddening. He nodded. Kyouya lifted the shirt she was borrowing from Mori and his eyes widened at the sight. The twins gasped and hugged each other. They turned to her attackers, glaring murderously, who were still down for the count. Mitsukuni had come back over and sat next to Yukiko once more as Kyouya was wrapping a bandage around her, methodically working his way up her body.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, squeezing Usa-chan. She smiled and patted his head.
"Sure. But if it wasn't for you, I probably would have been killed." she stated and everyone with the exception of Mori and Kyouya sucked in a sharp breath.
"You never told us why they assaulted you in the first place, Yukiko-sempai." One of the redheads pointed out, looking over at his brother.
"Yeah, what happened?" the other asked. She sighed again.
"Stop calling me sempai. Anyway, they said that they were going to cure me of my 'slutty' attitude." she uttered, making little quotations in the air as she said it. Mitsukuni's eyes filled with tears once more.
"But, you're not a slut!" he pouted. It was very odd to hear that word come from the little one's mouth. "You're really nice, why would they say such a thing?" Honey sobbed, clutching Yukiko's arm tightly. She shrugged.
"I agree." Tamaki said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "You are not outwardly inappropriate and you seem to be quite pleasant to be around."
"Yeah," Mori concurred suddenly, causing Yukiko to look back at him curiously. His top was still off, and his perfectly sculpted abs were gleaming proudly from where he stood. Yukiko blushed again and smiled shyly. She had met Mori several times on her visits to the Haninozuka estate, but he had never actually spoken in her presence before. He usually just sat across the room from wherever Mitsukuni was, silently watching him in case he needed his help. He's very protective, she thought to herself. He looked away as her two assailants began to stir, groaning. The twins walked over to where they were beginning to awaken and grabbed them roughly, slamming them up against the closest wall.
"What's your problem?" one hissed through gritted teeth. Yukiko looked at them in surprise. Why were these men helping her? Was it because she was friends with Mitsukuni? She glanced at him speculatively, but he was watching the scene behind them fixedly. She smiled in adoration. The little blond was cute, unbearably so, but she also knew what strength and agility lurked beneath the small angel's sweet features. He was a Haninozuka; therefore, a great martial artist. The men struggled against the twins' grasps.
"It's all her fault!" the brunette said as the both of them pointed accusingly at Yukiko, who was still being tended to by the bespectacled boy, his face set intently upon his task.
"She would tease us mercilessly with here superior manner and we'd finally had enough of it!" the shorter one protested, still squirming.
"Nu-uh! Yuki-chan is really nice! She wouldn't do that!" the brown-eyed senior objected loudly, hugging her neck.
"He's right." Kyouya said quietly, finishing his ministrations. "Yukiko-sempai's file states that she is a quiet, keep-to-herself kind of student, and she hasn't even had a boyfriend yet, not that I blame her." he pushed his glasses up as he packed his kit. Yukiko looked at him in shock; how did he get her file in his possession? And how did he know about her social life? He smirked. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go make a quick call to my family's private police force to arrest these men for sexual assault and attempted murder." he said and walked off, flipping out his phone as he did so. The men looked after him in alarm. The twins picked up the discarded manacles and set them on a nearby table. "For evidence" one had said. They tied thick ropes around the assailants until they couldn't even twitch a finger. The redheads then proceeded to hit the men in the face, knocking them out once again.
"There," they said together, wiping their hands off on a handkerchief.
Mitsukuni hugged Yukiko tightly as she stood once more. She laughed lightly and picked him up, spinning him around while he giggled until hefting him higher and placing him on her shoulders. Everyone looked at her speculatively. Did she really know Honey-sempai well enough to do that to him? How was she strong enough to do that when she couldn't fight off her aggressors? Honey-sempai must be really light, they theorized silently. She walked over to Mori, favoring her stomach with her left hand as she went. She looked up at him and Mitsukuni laughed again. She lowered him down, and he ran off, looking around for a stray sweet he could stuff into his mouth avariciously.
"Thank you very much, Mori-san. You saved my life today." she bowed before wrapping her arms around his waist, effectively hugging him. He stood stationary for a moment before tentatively returning the embrace, astounding the rest of the club. Sempai wasn't ever this outwardly affectionate, not even towards Honey-sempai. As Tamaki was contemplating this, the twins rushed forwards to cuddle the tall blonde girl as soon as she stepped back from the giant, cooing warmly.
"Aw, that was so cute!" they squeezed her tightly.
"Um, excuse me, but you two never introduced yourselves." she said awkwardly, for they were constricting her airflow.
"Sorry," they said together.
"I'm Hikaru," one said.
"And I'm Kaoru," the other stated.
"And we're the Hitachiin brothers," they said in unison, wrapping their arms around the other's neck. Yukiko bowed politely.
"Pleased to meet you both." She cried out as a sudden pain went rocketing through her body, and she felt herself falling from the throbbing in her stomach. She braced herself, but her impact with the floor never occurred. Strong arms wrapped themselves around her before she could fall completely, and she instinctively grasped them tightly. She looked up to see Mori standing over her, a conflicting look chiseled into his features. He leaned forward until his lips were next to her ear.
"You are not ok." he murmured deeply, making her shiver. He looked up and over at the only other dark-haired boy, who had come back from his conversation with his police force. "Kyouya…" he said quietly, but the shorter teen was already ahead of him and called someone else. Tamaki came rushing over to her side and took her from his sempai's arms.
"It's alright, my princess. Kyouya is calling the doctor." he spoke in a low tone, brushing her face with his thumb. She just looked at him reproachfully and pried herself out of his grip. Mitsukuni ran over to her side, tears in his eyes once more.
"What's wrong, Yuki-chan? Is your tummy bothering you? We could have some cake to make it better," he said and held up a half-eaten plate of chocolate cake, albeit grudgingly. He hated sharing, but this was Yuki. She smiled down at the innocent boy, but shook her head.
"I'm fine, Mitsukuni. I don't think cake will help right now." she sighed.
"Okay." he said quietly. "Do you want to hold Usa-chan? He'll help!" he passed her his sacred bunny, smiling.
"Thank you, Mitsu-chan." she took the rabbit and then hugged the brown-eyed boy. He giggled and wrapped his arms around her neck. She picked him up in one arm and carried him back to the couch she had left earlier, setting him down gently and seating herself next to him. He giggled again and laid his head down on her lap, staring up at the ceiling.
"Hey Taka-chan?" the little blond one asked. Takashi was immediately at his side. "Will Yuki-chan be ok?"
Mori just nodded and took his place behind their couch, looking around attentively. Yukiko glanced at him thoughtfully. He's so strong and brave and loyal, why doesn't he speak very much? she mused, and while she was deep in thought, Tamaki and the twins had started fussing over Haruhi, who was far from pleased. Finally, the little brunette let out an exasperated sigh.
"I'm leaving. The Host Club is over, so I'm going to go home. It was nice meeting you, sempai," she bowed, and with that, she left. Tamaki went chasing after her, followed quickly by the twins, trying to call her back or to at least let them escort her home. Yukiko chuckled softly at their antics; obviously the King and his sons had a tender spot for the "daughter" of the Host Club. Honey had already filled her in on his many adventures in the Club, and she knew that Kyouya was the "okaasan" of the group. Now that she had finally met them all, she was determined to get to know them.
Just then, Kyouya came back, still holding his cell phone in his right hand.
"My family's ambulance will be here shortly." he said and sat down at a laptop, dismissing the remaining Host Club members completely.
"Yuki-chan, after we get you all fixed up at the hospital, do you want to come over to my house?" Honey asked happily, gazing up at her. She smiled.
"Sure, Mitsu." she said and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll have to call my mom first, though," she said almost to herself.
Watching the two interact, Takashi smiled inwardly to himself. He was glad that Mitsukuni had someone to talk to so freely, and was also happy that it was someone like Yukiko. She was so level-headed, and she knew how to deal with the small boy almost better than he did himself. She could get him to stop crying easily, she knew all his favorite games, and she could also sit contently in silence and just watch as Mitsukuni came up with new things to do and eat to his heart's content.
Just then, two men in police uniforms came bursting trough the door, ready for anything. Kyouya just stood and went over to the men, speaking in hushed tones before the law enforcement officers walked over and carried the bodies of the comatose men out the door, leaving them in their tightly bound state. One of them snagged the bloodied handcuffs from where they sat, shoving them into a plastic Ziploc bag labeled "evidence". Yukiko watched them leave without emotion, knowing that she was safe now that the men had left and that she had Mori and Mitsukuni with her. Mitsukuni had fallen asleep in Yukiko's lap, and she picked him up tenderly before settling him back down, placing his Usa-chan in his arms and looking up at the still half-naked giant. She grinned at him and he felt his heart do a strange flip before she turned away to collect her things. She went to the dressing room to grab her dirty uniform and stuffed it into her sturdy knapsack. She pulled out her phone and quickly called her mother for permission to go over to Honey's house. She was granted authorization and Yukiko snapped her phone shut swiftly.
When she came back, Mitsukuni had awakened in her absence and was looking for her. When he saw her, his fears had slipped away and went running towards her, but he slipped on some stray icing that was still on the floor and went toppling into her arms. She grunted at the impact but steadied the small boy. As soon as he let go of her, however, blackness started flickering at the edges of her vision, and she had to reach out blindly to the closest chair to keep herself from falling again.
"Yuki-chan?" Mitsu-chan asked tentatively, placing a hand on hers. She smiled thinly at him.
"I'm alright…" she spoke in a pained tone, but kept smiling. Suddenly, she felt strong arms scoop her off the ground and she looked up in a fright until realizing that it was Mori that had heroically picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck to stabilize herself as he carried her across the room and set her down on the couch.
"Stay." he commanded and went to sit next to her. She nodded weakly and laid her head back on the seat, trying to get a better grip on her consciousness. Mitsukuni was now flitting about worriedly until three medical assistants came in the doors to take Yukiko away. Kyouya ordered them to let the muscular giant and the small lolita boy accompany them. Soon they were on their way and the EMTs were tending to her worsening condition. The two cousins just watched apprehensively as her stomach was slowly revealed. A purple and yellow splotch appeared as the bandage was removed, and Mitsukuni started crying.
"Don't worry, Yukiko, it'll be alright." he sobbed, unsure of his own statement. The emergency medical technicians slowly pressed on the bruise, and blood started to run freely from the corner of Yukiko's mouth once again.
Takashi's eyes widened at the sight of the small crimson waterfall flowing out of her now very red lips. He watched in horror as it ran down her chin and disappeared into the collar of the shirt she was borrowing from him. The doctors laid her down and told her to stay still until they got to the hospital. She did as she was told and once they arrived, the EMTs whisked her away, telling the two cousins to stay in the waiting room until she came back.
The two sat down awkwardly. Honey chatted with the nurses, and they fell in love with the small boy almost immediately. He asked sweetly if they could go to the room Yukiko was staying in and although they hesitated, they finally led the boys to the room she was to be put in after a CAT scan confirmed that her internal bleeding would stop without the need of surgery. Soon after, the tall blonde girl was brought in on a gurney, and Mitsukuni rushed to her side, sobbing uncontrollably. Her wrists had been sewn back together, for the cuts were deeper than she had previously anticipated, covered in new bandages and her entire torso was wrapped tightly in a white strip of cloth, from underneath her armpits to disappear into the waistband of the ill-fitting trousers she was given earlier. Takashi looked away immediately, acting as gentlemanly as possible. Mitsu, on the other hand, stared at the white cloth with something akin to fascination plastered on his face. Yuki smiled weakly at the boys.
"Thanks for taking me to the hospital you guys." she rubbed at her wrists absently. They both nodded, and Mitsukuni took her hand in his lightly.
"Can we go home now?" he asked worriedly.
"As soon as the doctors give me the go-ahead." she winked and looked up when a man entered the room, followed quickly by Kyouya.
"I pursued you three in the company car after you left," he explained easily and looked to the doctor.
"Good news," the older man said in a professional manner. "The bleeding has stopped, and you may leave as soon as it is to your convenience. Make sure to get plenty of rest and to take the medication prescribed to you every four to six hours, depending on your level of pain." he bowed and left without anymore to say. Mitsukuni grinned enthusiastically.
"Yay! Yuki-chan is coming over to my house!" he hopped about, waving his arms in the air like a child. Yukiko grinned at his antics and slowly lifted herself off the bed, pulling a piece of cloth with her. She handed it to Mori, and he took it hesitantly.
"Here's your shirt back, Mori-san. I'm sorry if I got blood on it; I tried to be as careful as I could." she nodded, but he held it out to her to put on.
"You need it more than I do," he said slowly and slid it around her shoulders. She blushed at the contact before turning to Kyouya. "Thank you for calling the hospital for me, Ootori-kun. The prescription they gave me will help for the next few weeks, at least." she took the blond boy's hand and walked over to the bespectacled boy and bestowed a light kiss on his cheek. His thoughts reeled at the inappropriate contact, but she just smirked. "It seems as though my life has been saved by no less than five people today." At the quizzical look on his face, she explained further. "Mitsukuni saved me by getting help, Mori saved me by knocking out those two boys, the twins tied up the aggressors for me, and you made sure I had no internal bleeding problems. I am eternally grateful for the Host Club's assistance today, and I will most assuredly pay for any damages and inconveniences I have caused, as well as my entire medical bill." she stated firmly before turning to her friends. Kyouya watched her, his usually calm expression changed to one of befuddlement and awe.
"Can we leave now?" the small brown-eyed boy asked excitedly and at her nod, he grabbed Takashi's hand and towed both of them out of the room, leaving Kyouya to watch after them thoughtfully. This girl is a woman of intelligence, he thought to himself and walked off, smirking slightly.
A/N: I hope that the personalities of the characters were written correctly. If you think that this isn't the case, then tell me right away! I also hope I got Mori-sempai's adversion to speech correct.