Haruhi got off the train with her iPod playing; she looked down around the train station carefully. Her hood was pulled up, so they wouldn't recognise her. She noticed a couple of tall men in suits standing around watching people get off the train, a couple she thought, uncle, you underestimate me.
The men were painfully obvious as well; one of them was touching an ear piece probably talking to her uncle. They had a communication system set up, so she would have to be careful. Walking in the opposite direction to them, Haruhi tried to look casual.
She thought about putting her iPod away but it might cause suspicion. She walked towards the stairs trying hard not to look back, but she had to. It was the biggest mistake she made. One of the men saw her and shoved his comrade.
The chase was on. Haruhi flew up the stairs and through the train station, the two men followed her. She was fast, but they would catch her. She ran to the beat of the music, she loved this song. It seemed befitting since there was no hero to save her, Nickelback's Hero played in her ears.
Her uncle wanted to turn her life into a nightmare, but she wouldn't go without a hell of a fight. She was quite a quiet girl but this was something she wasn't going to do willingly. She dodged through the crowd and ran out of the train station.
She knew she'd miss the host club and the moment she boarded the train her heart ached in loneliness. She thought about Tamaki and what he'd be doing. She had considered going to him in the first place, but her uncle would've just destroyed him for trying to keep her away from him. It wasn't supposed to be a chasing game, Haruhi was supposed to lay low for a little while. Things had changed.
She hoped Sora was doing ok; Kyouya would help her so she should be alright. She concentrated on her path running through the rain down a busy street. Lucky for her that mostly everyone was running, she turned a corner and dived into a particularly busy crowd. She slowed to their pace and tried to control her breathing. The men who were chasing her ran passed her, she turned around and went in the opposite direction.
That was close, she thought, but from what I've heard uncle sending two men isn't like you. Haruhi glanced over her shoulder every so often and came across another five men that night; she'd been dodging them for what seemed like hours. Haruhi was fairly safe but she definitely had to get out of the area fast. She was so tired, her legs obediently carried her but she would have to rest soon.
The sooner she got out of the area the sooner she could rest, she told herself this over and over again so her pace didn't slow. It was darker now and her sight in the dark was poor, so she was pretty much running blind down the poorly lit deserted street. She tried to find a cab but there were no cars about, she had to trust her legs to carry her to safety, wherever that might be.
She heard a man shout somewhere behind her and her heart rate quickened even more, if that were possible. She panicked, they would catch her, and she would be taken away and married off to some rich snobby man. She stumbled on her path and nearly fell, gathering her balance again she ran exhaustedly on.
Haruhi was a poor fighter, well she could beat most girls but seven men would overpower her easily. Running was all she had; every ounce of fighter in her went in to her speed. She passed some alleyways, every street looked the same and she had no idea where she was going.
An alleyway came up on her right and she didn't see the pair of outstretched arms. Someone grabbed her and pulled her into the alleyway, she let out a cry of fear and surprise. Her mouth was quickly covered by a strong hand, the man's other arm was wrapped around her waist pulling her against his chest. She immediately struggled in his grip. There was barely any light in the alleyway and Haruhi's poor eyesight did nothing to help her. The rain had left deep puddles and her feet felt submerged in water.
"Haruhi," someone whispered. That one word made her stop struggling and relax against him. Tamaki was the one who held her. He uncovered her mouth and shhhed her, she leaned her head back against him closing her eyes. She felt safe in his arms and her exhaustion was catching up with her. She didn't care about her water logged feet and soaking clothes, she was safe and content in his arms.
They weren't alone, Haruhi didn't realise but Honey and Mori were in the alleyway. The seven men, who were chasing her, reached the alleyway.
"Honey, Mori," Tamaki whispered. Haruhi felt rather then saw two figures pass her and Tamaki. He was now holding her up and they both knew it, "Thank you." She whispered before falling unconscious. Honey and Mori fought the men and as the fighting sounds died away Tamaki lifted her into his arms. Mori called their driver and soon they were all seated in a big black car, Tamaki refused to let go of Haruhi and no one would push him to. Honey slept most of the way back like Haruhi, Mori offered to call a doctor and have him be at Tamaki's house when they arrived. Tamaki agreed because he couldn't wake Haruhi at all.
When they arrived at his house Tamaki stepped out of the car and walked towards a servant who had come running out of the house. Tamaki went passed him and straight to the house, with Haruhi in his arms.
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Haruhi slept for 2 days solid and Tamaki stayed by her side all the time. When she finally woke up the doctor checked her over and assured them all that Haruhi would be ok. He ordered a couple days of bed rest and a further week before she could leave the house. Haruhi voiced an objection but the doctor calmly informed her that her illness nearly developed in to pneumonia and with her state of exhaustion she was lucky he wasn't prescribing longer bed rest.
Tamaki thanked the doctor and then he left. Tamaki moved back to the bed and took Haruhi's hand.
"You scared me," Tamaki whispered.
Haruhi was forcing her eyes to remain open, "Gomen nasi."
"I do not blame you, Haruhi, but I can't understand why you didn't tell me about your uncle." Tamaki said.
"My uncle…no one can stop him…sending me away," Haruhi replied, and then something occurred to her. "He can't know I'm here, he'll come and take me away."
"Sshhh calm down, he doesn't know you're here. I won't let him come near you." Tamaki soothed as he stroked her hair, "Doushite? Why does he want to take you away?"
"There is a school in France," Haruhi began, forcing herself to stay awake. "He wants me to go there…and be made in to some trophy wife…to marry one of his business partner's sons…be a housewife."
"I won't let him. I won't let him near you, Haruhi. I promise you, I will protect you," Tamaki said, Haruhi smiled faintly and then slipped into the dream world.
Tamaki discussed her situation with Kyouya. Haruhi had told Kyouya that her uncle was after her and that she had to leave. She didn't tell him much, just to look after Sora and teach her how to act so that no one would know she was gone.
Haruhi and Sora were best friends growing up, but most people thought they were twins. When she asked Sora to do her a favour she agreed instantly. Tamaki knew it wasn't Haruhi the moment Sora arrived and Sora wouldn't betray her promise to Haruhi, so she didn't tell the host club anything about her uncle or where she was going. That was until Haruhi didn't call her, Haruhi had promised to call her and tell Sora that she was alright. When she didn't Sora became very worried and decided to tell the host club where she was or at least where Sora knew her train was going.
Now Sora was sitting in a room in Tamaki's house worrying about Haruhi, no one had told her anything and she decided to go and get answers for herself. She went to open the door but it opened before she got to it.
Kyouya walked in, "How is she?" Sora asked immediately.
Kyouya surveyed the girl in front of him, she was dressed in dark jeans and t-shirt, and her dark hair had been pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her chocolate brown eyes betrayed her frantic concern.
"Haruhi will be fine, she just needs to rest," Kyouya said calmly.
Sora couldn't help it, she hugged Kyouya. She'd felt so guilty that she hadn't told anyone where Haruhi was going until it could have been too late. She felt tears spilling out of her eyes as she clung to Kyouya and an immense relief washed over her.
After Haruhi had left her in Kyouya's care he had discovered that even though she looked like Haruhi she had the opposite character to her. Sora was brash and confident; she had quite a sarcastic and dark sense of humour. She often fought with Kyouya; he provoked her fiery spirit on purpose because he liked her.
Sora felt Kyouya wrap his arms around her, to say she was surprised was an understatement. She thought Kyouya hated her, the way he always made comments about her and provoked her in to a fight. She liked him when she first saw him, he was handsome and business looking but casual. After she spoke to him she changed her mind although she was still attracted to him.
She hated herself for showing this kind of emotion in front of him, but when it came to Haruhi, Sora couldn't stop herself. When Kyouya had first seen Sora he pointed out their different hair lengths and colours, she snapped at him and told him she had it under control. He also noticed that where Haruhi seemed to be quite angel-like, Sora was the opposite.
Sora sniffed and calmed down a bit, "It's my fault," she whispered.
Kyouya pulled back from her to look at her, he could see the guilt in her eyes behind the tears. "You didn't force Haruhi to leave; her uncle is the one to blame for this."
"I should have told you sooner, she could have..." Sora started guiltily.
"She's going to be fine, she just needs some rest. You shouldn't get yourself worked up about something that didn't happen," Kyouya whispered in return as he wiped her tears away.
Sora was speechless; Kyouya was being nice to her, comforting her. She couldn't shift her gaze away from his. Kyouya caught himself before he did anything further, he wouldn't take advantage of her while she was upset. He took a deep breath and stepped back from her.
"You should get some sleep, it's late," Kyouya muttered, "are you staying here?"
Sora was surprised with his sudden change of attitude, "I…I don't know." Sora replied confused and tired, she ran her hand across her forehead as a sign of her tiredness.
"Tamaki won't mind you staying here, I'm sure we will be sorting things out in the morning so you will be needed," Kyouya told her.
"Ok, what about everyone else?" Sora asked him.
"After I told them that Haruhi is going to be fine they went home," Kyouya answered.
"So it's just you and me then," Sora said before she could stop herself, she then shifted her gaze away from his. "I don't want to cause any disruption."
"You aren't, I'll show you to a room," Kyouya said taking her hand and leading her to the door. Sora was shocked by his actions but followed him through the house.
When they got to a door Kyouya let go of her hand and opened the door, Sora's mouth dropped open at the sight before her. The room was fit for royalty, she couldn't stay there.
"I can't…it's…" Sora started, stumbling over her words.
"You can and you will, unless you'd rather sleep outside," Kyouya smirked.
Sora gave him a soft glare, but then smiled and shook her head. Kyouya turned to leave, but Sora caught his arm. He turned back to her and she said, "Thank you."
Kyouya looked at the girl before him; she had so much character and conviction. She was proud of who she was, where she'd come from and she wouldn't let anyone bring her down, but where she was from exactly he didn't really know. Sora stared up at Kyouya, he always appeared so distant but looking into his eyes she felt warmth.
She lifted her hand to the side of his face and moved towards him, his head lowered to meet hers. His lips brushed hers in a light kiss; he leaned down further as his left arm went around her waist bringing her closer to him. His right hand reached to pull her hair free of its band, his hand delved into her hair pulling her closer to him. Sora's arms went around his neck as the kissed deepened and she lost herself in the feeling of kissing him.
When breathing became a necessity they broke apart, Sora smiled up at Kyouya but her briefly forgotten tiredness showed itself and her eye lids felt like lead. She was comfortable in his arms, so much so that she fell asleep on her feet. Kyouya held her weight easily and lifted her up into his arms.
He carried her over to the bed, put her down and covered her over. He brushed the hair out of her face and gently kissed her forehead, he felt a huge part of him wanting to stay and watch her sleep but he managed to drag himself from the room and into another guest room next door.
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