Chapter 1

Akari slammed through the door and dashed as far from that place as she could. She stumbled at first but found her balance. Even after she was out of eyeshot from the building, her legs wouldn't stop, no matter how much they ached.

Have to escape! Have… toooo—

Her thoughts were interrupted when she almost collided with dark haired girl. She had to dig her bare heel into the dirt of the streets and do a half-twirl to avoid crashing with her. Just when she thought she had avoided her second obstacle, a strong hand grabbed her wrist in an steel grip.

It was that man that she was accompanied with, a fair-haired foreigner in a white formal jacket. The pair of them looked like they both had just left a formal banquet like a couple of dignitaries.

"Are you all right, Miss?" questioned the young man.

Her heart was racing. All Akari could think to do was slap him in the face and continued on running. She only managed to turn a corner before one of her bounty hunters, though he was more elegant and debonair then the rest, grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the brick wall of the building.

He only needed one hand as he flipped his phone open in his hand and speed-dialed some one.

"Hello?" (Pause) "I've caught her." (Pause.) "No, he's nowhere to be seen. Should I interrogate her?" (Longer Pause.) "Are you sure about that?" (Pause.) "Yes, sir. We will be there soon." He shut the phone and before she could comprehend what was happening something sharp and thin pierced her neck, and everything began to look blurry.

Then everything was black.

Kyoya sat on an armchair facing the fireplace in the room that he was told to place the girl in. There was a lot of trouble in trying to find her and even when he did there was still the question of where the guard assigned to her was. She was a patient who suffered from a terrible case of deliria and who also chose never to speak. The girl was completely opposite in her sleep. If he didn't know any better he would think that she was an angel. No doubt she had manipulated many men to perform her desires, which was probably the reason she had lasted this long.

Surely her parents were worried sick.

That gentle face suddenly changed to an indifferent one that was so common in many sleeping people. It stayed for a while and he realized what had happened.

"If you're waiting for me to leave, don't hold your breath."

He turned his head to see her sit up, a frown on her porcelain face.

"Where is your guard?"

She didn't say anything.

"Do you know how angry your uncle is?"

Her face didn't change.

"My father and Mr. Suoh think that you should attend high school branch of Ouran Academy. What do you think?"

She put her hand out and at first it seemed like she was giving him a thumbs-up, until she turned it upside down.

He smiled like he would for one of the customer of the Host Club. "Please. I would be happy to help you, Miss, if you would speak up." He could see the anger boiling up in her eyes as she gave a death glare. He left her in that state. As he closed the door, though, he heard a symphony of crashes and thuds and rips. It was her usual temper tantrum. The humor of it brought a smirk to his face, a smirk that disappeared when he met up with his father in the corridor.

"She knows?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," he replied. "And she still won't speak."

"She thinks she's mute," said Mr. Ootori. "It has been going on for seven years. I doubt that you could cure her disease in a few minutes." Kyoya kept his face straight as his father practically called him inadequate.

"Of course, sir."