My God was this fic in a serious need of a rewrite. For those who never saw the original (God bless you), the original was posted on October 1st, 2013 and completed on October 13th, 2013 with 17 chapters. It went under the title, 'Containment Breach' and is (for now) still up for view and can be seen on my profile. All Ocs within in the original have been revised and edited so they are more realistic and believable. Character pairings have changed as well.
Unlike the original, this one is also written in present tense.
~CWA
Title: Unleashed
Summary: On the run for the lives, three girls find themselves in Japan where they try their hand at a 'normal, inconspicuous life.' Attending Ouran Academy to keep up the rouse of being normal teenagers, it's not long until they find it harder and harder to keep their secret that none of them are even human. (rewrite of Containment Breach)
Original Summary of the original fic (Containment Breach): Three new girls arrive at Ouran hiding something that none of them could ever imagine. Tamaki doesn't even believe their humans… But is he right for once? The Hosts don't think so, but Tamaki has set the girls on edge. After all, they were taught to keep that secret – even if they have to kill to do so.
Genre: Romance/Supernatural
Rating: T to a very low mature rating, for implied sex, sensual scenes, death, torture, blood and language
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim Ouran High School Host Club. I do own Ocs – Reve, Kato, Moriko and Ian (previously Impov in the original)
PROLOGUE
KATO
Running. I have to keep running. My lungs burn in my chest and I can feel each scrape and cut that dig into my inflamed feet. The rest of my body is not that much better off. Every inch of me is ardent with pain and I lost feeling in my fingertips. Blood drips down my face and the awkward movement (as well as the sharp, throbbing pain) in my shoulder makes it clear that it's been dislocated. Yet I keep running. I have to keep running. If I stop, if I pause, if I hesitate for even a moment, then I'm dead.
My name is Kato Skrapi. I am not human. I am a werewolf – of sorts. My species branches off from the wolves and favors a much more graceful animal – cats. We call ourselves Katojns, the 'feline cousin' of werewolves. We are catlike in nature. Graceful. Poise. Quick. We do not howl, we roar. We do not growl, we hiss. We do not bite, we claw. Whereas a werewolf shifts into a large wolf, my current form resembles more of a deranged panther. My fangs are too jagged and uneven, my eyes too yellow, my pupils too slanted, the hunch over my shoulders too raised, to be from a normal panther. The fur across this feline body is too thick, too wild, too all over the place to be any sort of normal wildcat. A human cannot mistake me for any normal animal. I am too big. Too strong. Too aggressive. Too inhuman.
In the eyes of many, I am a monster. A creature. And as such, the humans within in the American government have decided that I must be captured. That I am just a mindless animal that is too dangerous to the public, but too valuable to be killed. Nothing more than a science experiment. But never again. Never again. It's a mix of my own fury, adrenaline, and the sheer instinct to survive that plow me on through the Redwood forest. My nose twitches with the smell of blood and sweat. My ears are flat against my head from each noise – each twig snap, each breath, each scream, shout, and every gunshot that shoots through the air.
A loud shrill scream cuts above the other noise and I turn abruptly. My eyes widen when I see a familiar figure fall to the ground. My friend. My sister – but not of blood. Moriko. She is more humanoid, even when she favors the form of her own fae-like species. But no human has her green-tinted skin, her brightly vividly green, pupil-less eyes. Her inner biology is more plant like in nature and while she has many visible cuts and wounds, the more noticeable ones being the large, gaping stumps on her back where proud, leaf-like wings once laid, I do not smell blood from her. I smell roses and chloroplast. Pixie some call her. Forest spirit say others.
A deep growl emerges in the back of my throat as I see her look up with frightened eyes as armed men surround her, pointing their weapons at her. I let out a large roar before I leap toward them, tearing through the men as if they were nothing more than paper. The gunshots make my ears ring and I'm only vaguely aware of the sudden pain in my side that's undoubtedly from a bullet. That does not stop me. I do not stop until I get to Moriko, pushing my large feline head under her body and urging her to climb onto my back. She can barely even bring herself to climb on top of me, her hands weakly fisting the fur of my neck before I run off.
Reve, I think, Reve! Where are you!?
Reve is unlike me or Moriko. She is not a Katojns such as I. She is not a forest spirit such as Moriko. Reve is a Dream Weaver. A psychic-based creature that evolves around mental abilities. An entity whose forms vary between that of something physical and that of something not. A nonphysical form is harder for the enemy hit. But it is also harder for me to smell, to track, to see. Where is she? Where is she!? I frantically search around for any sign of my other friend.
I'm here Kato – to your left, straight ahead.
Hearing her voice within in the confines of my mind relax me – her ability to form a mental communication chain between her, me, and Moriko is the only communication I am able to have within in this form. I do not like my mind being invaded, but communication is communication. And knowing that Reve is alive calms me as I follow her instructions. Soon, I am to spot a purple misty fog at the edge of the forest. It vaguely forms the shape of a human and I breathe a sigh of relief at seeing her. As she is formless, I continue to run straight through her as we make our way out of the forest and toward a more mountain area that is bound to have caves that we could use as shelter. I can feel the purple fog trail behind me, lagging behind as she faces off our attackers on her own.
I'm covering our trail. If I concentrate, I can create an aura of disinterest around us that will cause them to continue past us without looking over here…. To the right, Kato, there's a cave. We can rest there.
I don't even hesitate to do just as she says and I can hear Moriko weakly chuckle against my neck.
Heh never thought I'd see the day where you actually obeyed Reve, she comments over the mental link, more than likely her own voice is too weak to actually talk. I huff, snorting a bit at the comment. Even if it's right.
The darkness of the night does not hinder me from spotting a cave nearby. My nose tells me it's empty and I breathe a bit easier, daring to hope for rest and peace and freedom after years in that damn government facility. Or rather lab. I can feel Reve following us and it's not long before all three of us are safe for the first time in a very long time within in the damp, cold walls of the cave. My muscles finally give out from under me and I plop down halfway down the cave. Moriko relaxes on top of me, her arms limply hanging off my sides. Reve's fog like form glows enough to create some light so that both she and Moriko can properly see. The fog curls around Moriko and I and I can faintly feel it against my fur. Even she's worn out and tired.
So what now, Moriko asks as she carefully and slowly maneuvers herself off of me for favor of just leaning against me. I let out a small yelp at the weight on the wound, causing her to quickly move, Sorry Kato.
I'm fine, I'm fine, I usher as I bury my nose within in my side, licking the tender wound, I don't feel any bullet and don't smell it so it must have just grazed me. Still hurts like a son of a bitch.
We can't stay here forever, Reve ponders and her fog once again regains a humanoid shape to it – like a foggy, pink-purple glowing shadow that lacks solidity. The facility will keep looking for us. There's only so long I can keep up this facade to keep them away.
Moriko shivers from the cold gust that briefly sweeps through the cave and after cheeking for any wounds, she buries herself against my fur for warmth. I huff, but don't offer any vocal complaint. She isn't putting pressure on any major wounds at her current position so why bitch about it. Her hand lingers close to my mouth and I lick it gently to let her know that no matter what happens, we'll be okay. We have to be okay. We can survive this.
But where can we go, Moriko asks and even though it's a mental link, I can sense the desperate, hopeless tone, We can't stay in America because of the facility. It's not as if we can go back to our home countries – She stops and I can see the realization in her eyes, - I know somewhere we can go. The one country all of us know the language of.
I crinkle my nose in distaste, knowing exactly where she was heading with her statement. I know Esperanto, the language of my kind. I know English, if a bit broken. Reve knows her native tongue – French – as well as English. Moriko knows English as well. But that's not the language we share in common – at least it's not that one that she's referring to. Due to our time in captivity with little to do or even talk about aside from working on our escape, Moriko took it upon herself to teach us her native tongue. Japanese.
Japan, I groan. We're going to fucking Japan. Great. Just Great.