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Chapter 2 - Help

I couldn't run. Every step sent a jolt of pain through my left arm and shoulder. I'm sure Kyoya was right; they had dislocated it.

I wanted to get away from them quickly, but I knew I needed help. There are some things that I just can't handle myself – a dislocated shoulder would be one of them. Where to go? Where to go? My mind was scrambled because of the disappointment in my friends and the pain in my arm.

Just as I got to the door of the building, I saw Kasanoda, the red-headed Yakuza heir, walking by outside. "Kasanoda!" I called, hoping to catch him. I just need a ride to that free clinic in my neighborhood. There is no way in hell I'm going to an Ootori hospital.

He turned at the sound of my voice and saw me coming out of the door, heading towards him. The look on his face was something I'm not sure how to define. He looked happy to see me, unsure of himself, puzzled, and a little concerned. "Hey, Fujioka. Why aren't you in Host Club?"

That's when he noticed the tears in my eyes and running down my cheeks. "Haruhi! What's wrong? What happened? Where are the rest of the hosts?" The unease in his voice was stark. He fast walked up to me, put his hand under my chin, and tilted my head up so he could look in my eyes. "Shit. You really aren't OK. Tell me about it. I'll do what I can."

"Can you give me a ride home?" I said, trying my best to not sound too bad. I just needed him to give me a ride. "I've had a bad day and just need to get home." It goes against my very nature to ask for his help, but I can barely walk and I don't want the host club coming after me. I'm sick of their hurtful antics and I just want to leave school grounds. Besides, Kasanoda would never make me feel like I'm indebted to him for a kindness.

"My car is waiting for me now. Come on, we'll leave immediately." As he said this, he took my left elbow to guide me towards the car.

I let out a gasp and he dropped his hand instantly. "Please don't touch me. I bruised my arm when I walked into a door frame." I could hear the tears in my voice and cringed at the helplessness I felt. Damn them for doing this to me. And damn me for not dealing with it sooner. I just need a ride home.

"Uh, OK. You sure are clumsy." He looked at me a little funny and said, "Be careful getting into the car. Do you want help?"

"I'm good, thanks." As I stepped into the car, my toes hooked the bottom of the door frame and I tumbled into the limo, landing on my left arm. The scream this time was even louder.

"Fujioka! What happened? Are you OK?" Kasanoda panicked as he leaped into the car after me. The visible pain on my face must have been extreme. He slammed the door behind him and ordered the driver to the nearest hospital.

"NO! Not a hospital. They'll find me there. I can't go there."

The terror in my voice stopped him dead in his tracks. His head snapped towards me and asked in astonishment, "The Host Club do this to you!?"

The look in my eyes was the only answer he needed. "We're going back to my compound. I'll have one of our doctors take care of you. But," he looked at me with wrath and sympathy in his eyes, "I want the full story when they're done." He informed the driver and then pulled out his phone to inform Tetsuya that we were on our way and a doctor needed to be ready.

He carefully lifted me up off the floor and onto his lap. The car ride was short and quiet except for my sobs. So embarrassing. He held my right hand and stroked my hair as I cried on his chest. Murmurs of things such as: "It'll be OK," "I'll fix this," and "Don't worry, I'm here" were whispered in my ear. He might have been trying to comfort me, but I could feel the tenseness in his body. I could feel the heat pumping off of him. I could hear the gravel in his voice. He was angry – nope, beyond angry – furious.

When we got to the Kasanoda compound, Tetsuya and some men were waiting to escort us to the medical rooms. Kasanoda scooped me up in his arms and rapidly led the way, ignoring the escort.

I've never been to his house before and his compound was very different from any of the host club's mansions. It was a large estate with many different buildings surrounding the main one all connected by walkways. We walked past many men who gave us a strange look then bowed and greeted him as 'Young Lord.' Took me a bit to realize the odd looks weren't because he was carrying a girl around the place, but because he was carrying a boy around the place. I was still in my Ouran uniform. And I was crying.

We went around the main house to a building halfway around on the south side. Kasanoda, fuming and impatient, kicked the door open and walked inside calling for the doctor.

I was put on a gurney and rolled into an exam room. The place was like a mini emergency room. I didn't want to think about why they needed it. The doctor came right away. "She banged her arm – it might be broken," he told the doctor.

"Actually…" They turned and looked at me as I stared down at my lap. "I think it might be dislocated. I was pulled pretty hard."

"WHAT! Why didn't you tell me?! They did that to you? Who?" Kasanoda was yelling at me and his face had become as bright red as his hair. The rage in his face was frightening. I saw him stop, look in my eyes, and take a deep breath. "We'll talk about this later," he said to me in a calmer tone. Turning to the doctor he said, "Doc – fix her."

An X-Ray confirmed it was dislocated. The doctor gave me some heavy-duty pain meds and then said they were going to "pop" it back in, which didn't sound good to me at all. It was agonizing but quick. I heard the pop, which rolled my stomach.

The doctor put my arm in a brace and declared me strong enough to leave the hospital area. "Don't do anything strenuous or try to pick anything up. It's going to take a while to heal and you don't want to make it worse and delay it. Take your pain meds – don't be a hero, it's going to hurt. Are you staying in the compound?" the doctor looked at me then at Kasanoda, who gave him a nod. "Very well, I'll check on you later tonight and then in the morning and we'll see where we stand." He left the room and Kasanoda followed him.

After several minutes, he came back. I gave him a quizzical expression, wondering what he and the doctor had discussed. "I asked him to keep your gender a secret no matter what anyone assumed. We don't want that getting out. Syndicate guys gossip worse than old women."

Kasanoda carried me to a guest room in the main house, gently put me down on the couch, and went and locked the door. "Now I want to hear everything! Who did this? Why? And Why I shouldn't kill them?" he said in the deadliest voice I've ever heard.

"Well, Kasanoda," I started.

"Ritsu," he corrected. "I think it's time we became a little more personal."

"Ritsu, it started several months ago when I broke a vase…"