Stolen Chapter 2, an ouran high school host club fanfic

A/N: Yes...I decided to do a second chapter. I don't plan on making this a very looong story. So yeah. xD Soak in all the KyouHaru-ness now or never. xD This is for the KyouHaru fanclub. They really prompted me to like...write this. XD -so mean!-

Gah...I was bored. Yeah.

Dedicated to the members of the KyouHaru fanclub: StalkinAShadow (Rorenu on Shine), loveless, Ran Fujiwara, Konikamano on SHINE. Please join SHINE and this fanclub. xD -has actually joined all fanclubs there-

Special thanks to: LizzaKysn (for somewhat telling me to stop eating corn and to actually write. xD), and some other people I forgot. xD (Hopes and Crack, for...er...supplyin me a good distaction! XD)

Disclaimer: Dun own. Unbeta'd.

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"Did you have a good sleep?" the dreaded voice entered through her ears. The lawyer cringed as cold stone eyes struck at her. Haruhi forced herself to face the thief, and see him eye to eye, yet the mere sight of his face made her want to punch it.

"Yes, I did, Techno," she said, before pressing her lips into a very thin line. The man known as Techno was again at the couches that were in the living room. He was quietly drinking his tea, unaffected and unaware of the hostile vibe that was radiating from the woman.

Although she had tried to spend the whole morning in her own room, she couldn't help but start getting hungry by noontime. Haruhi gave a fleeting glance at the thief who was leisurely having his afternoon tea.

Techno; that name was just an alias, something to call the thief by. This man had kidnapped, or let's say, stole, Haruhi from the streets of Tokyo and imprisoned her in his home. He was a thief and couldn't be caught; however Haruhi's become a bit distraught because of the past order of events.

"I don't understand why I have to wear this," she hissed, motioning to the clothes that she had on her body. Kyouya momentarily looked at her behind his black-rimmed glasses and a con smile went on his face. The twenty-three year old turned rigid. Her face was heating up; she didn't enjoy being stared at by a man, and a thief who kidnapped her no less.

"W-What are you staring at?!"

"Ara, so my sister's clothes actually fit you," he commented, while pushing his glass up the bridge of his nose. Haruhi clenched her fists and bared her teeth at him in pure hatred; Kyouya pretended that he didn't notice."Tight fit."

"I know," Haruhi replied, poison lacing her words. She pinched the hems of the maid dress that didn't flutter past her thighs. "The clothes you gave me…were practically fit for a young teenager!"

"I can't blame my sister's fetishes," Kyouya coolly lashed back. Haruhi cursed in her head, unable to bite back at his sentence.

The Ohtori took a sip from his cup and looked up at her with bored eyes. "I had pulled out most of the leftovers to rid the fridge of unnecessary items." Kyouya made a motion towards the stacks of frozen food that were piled on top of each other, and then he pointed to an ugly corner of the kitchen. "Please clean the kitchen."

Haruhi made a face at the dinner table that was a walk away from the room where she was at. '…why in the world do I see a mountain of decomposing products?'

"Ah yes, I never cook, really," Kyouya said in a cool and calm tone, as if to answer her question. His gaze flickered to the lawyer's face. "I just get instant ramen, or have take out. And then I just toss them in the little corner over there—"

Haruhi's jaw dropped. 'What uncivilized living and for a rich bastard, too!'

"The cleaning materials are just there," he said while closing his eyes. "Start cleaning the kitchen. I want it spick and span, and without any grease or oil marks." Haruhi grabbed the scrubbing utensils from the counter top and her eye twitched.

Haruhi stared at the kitchen counter. How should she start cleaning? The lawyer wanted to grab the wet sponge and throw it at Kyouya. But she was in the mercy of the thief. Who knew what he'd do to her if he was pissed?

She was only a woman, and capable of being a victim of rape, violence, or murder. This was a notorious thief that she had to work under. Haruhi didn't dare to fall short to his commands.

--one hour later…

Kyouya watched Haruhi carefully; his raven eyes were glued to the very figure of his captive. The maid dress being tight was an understatement; the maid clothing practically hugged the lawyer's very skin, almost melting into the woman. The black and white dress barely covered her thighs.

"Techno…"

Said thief looked at her curiously.

"…there's…mold."

Kyouya immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen, his attention directed to the place where she was pointing to. "Yeah, there's mold. I'm aware of the poor conditions of the kitchen." His comment made the captive fume, and he placed the tea cup into the overflowing sink. "Clean that."

Haruhi grumbled as she crushed the sponge in her hand, soap suds dribbled down her hand. 'I hate that man,' she thought spitefully as she glared the thief. There was a moment of awkwardness as the brunette wondered how to even rid the kitchen of mold.

As the woman started to scrub away with the kitchen, the Ohtori's watchful eyes had never left her body. He was blankly staring, blankly watching every single movement that her body carried out. From a distance away, no one would be able to feel the stare; however, Haruhi could see from the corner of her eyes that Kyouya was staring at her with a poker face.

Haruhi's eye twitched. 'What the hell is he staring at?' she thought angrily. The brunette turned slightly only to meet the same hollow stare that he had before. She fired rudely, as a vein pulsed on her head: "What?"

"I'm currently debating whether it's just my fascination at how quickly you work or the mere fact that I'm being entertained by watching you in that small, improper choice of clothing," he droned boringly. Haruhi's eye twitched. Kyouya looked at her. "I think it's the latter."

"…perv."

"Get back to cleaning," Kyouya ordered her, and he turned around from her. She didn't know if he was offended by her remark or something else, and Haruhi stuck her tongue out at him.

"After that clean all fourteen rooms and bathrooms and then do the laundry; for your information, the laundry room is right at the back of the halls. Look after the house, will you?" Haruhi straightened herself when he tilted his head towards her. "I'm probably not going to come back until later."

The mere mention of him leaving made her consider his clothing. Kyouya had nothing but black on him, and he was fitting on black leather gloves onto his hands. Haruhi suspiciously asked, "…where are you going?"

"I'm going to go out for a steal," he answered as he walked towards the door.

'Oh, what an honest statement,' she thought sarcastically. Haruhi inhaled deeply. 'Like hell am I going to let him steal anything.' With that decision pressed to her mind, Haruhi quickly strolled past Kyouya and stood in front of the elevator with her arms crossed. "You're not going anywhere."

He looked at her boringly, but he stopped nonetheless. "And why can't I go anywhere?" he asked with an intimidating stare; his glasses flickered ominously. Haruhi swallowed. Maybe stopping him was a bad idea.

"I know that I can't do anything to help the police force put you in jail, but I can at least prevent you from stealing," the brunette argued determinedly. Kyouya broke the staring contest between them and he pocketed one of his hands.

"Now, that appears to be a problem…" he muttered to himself. Haruhi raised an eyebrow, slightly dropping her confidence. The twenty-four year old looked up and his glasses gleamed. He thought for a while before asking: "You're not letting me out, are you?"

Haruhi shook her head and took a hesitant step backwards. The thief only kept advancing towards her, and she kept moving backwards with each small step he took. Soon the lawyer found her back against the metal elevator door. "Well then," he said; his voice was low. "You won't mind if I take something of yours, do you?"

"What—"

Haruhi was silenced by the soft thud of Techno's gloved hand meeting the hollow metal of the elevator shaft. He was towering over her menacingly, staring down at her emotionlessly. "I think being stuck in this house with me would be a little boring, don't you think so too?"

She shivered with the way he was staring at her. The obsidian eyes were twinkling with mischief and the way how his lips would twitch upwards scared the lawyer enough to make her go numb.

"Although, you don't have a personal use for me, you're a woman and thus a wonderful instrument to cure boredom," he continued, as one of his hands slipped underneath the maid skirt. The lawyer stiffened; the glove was rough against her thigh.

"P-P-Per…"

Kyouya narrowed his eyes slightly as he stealthily slipped the key into its slot next to the elevator and the door slid open quickly. "Bye," he said hastily, slipping behind Haruhi and pushing her out from the elevator.

"Ah!"

Shp.

'W…What the heck was that all about?' Haruhi thought grumpily as she straightened her maid dress over her thighs. '…damn that thief!'

'That…' Kyouya thought as he watched the elevator travel upwards from B to 4. 'was a close call…' He brought up his wrist to look at the time. '10, great…because of her, I'll be late for a few minutes.'

The elevator stopped and the metal doors slid open, revealing a long, endless tunnel. The thief stepped out from the elevator and walked through the underground tunnel, as he pocketed his hands.

He was very certain that going out to steal things such as a large security system was going to take time. And doing it during the mid-day was horrible. Kyouya's walk through the metallic tunnel stopped at an open room.

'…Disguise,' was the only word thought as he walked into the room that was filled with clothes.

Haruhi collapsed tiredly onto the couches, flinging herself onto the comforts of the cushions. It was exhausting. She was on a cleaning spree from the noon to the dead of night. 'I've looked…and looked for a stupid telephone, but there wasn't anything that Techno had that could be useful for my escape!' she thought with a frustrated frown.

She sighed deeply and turned onto her side. '…although, I know that his intentions towards me are somewhat currently stable, I wonder how much of it will change?' As much as Haruhi wanted to forget about the eyes that pinned her down so threateningly, she couldn't wave off the awkwardness of it.

There was silence and Haruhi stood up from the couch. 'That's right, Techno's room! It should have some things in there! If I can just—'

Thump.

She froze in her thoughts.

Thump.

Haruhi turned slightly to look around at the living room.

Thump.

"Who…" the question died, and she replaced it with a hesitant: "Techno…are you there?"

And then the strange thumps stopped and she inhaled before exhaling. Ruffling her brown bangs, she continued her way into the halls, 'Hopefully…that was just my imagination.'

Kyouya surveyed the building, weaving in and out from the multitude of people that swarmed around the building. He was in the disguise of a tourist, a visor on his head—sunglasses covering his normal glaring ones. He had a camera strung over his neck, and a backpack strapped on his back.

The building had the latest technology and was show-casing a new type of tracking system. The raven-haired man put a hand to his chin, tapping it slightly as he thought.

'…made by the Miyos.…eh?' he thought, pushing his hands into his pockets. The Ohtori strolled casually into the building, blending into the large crowd that traveled in. '…interesting; so they have produced something that is worth stealing. Of course…this is just a fraud…the real one is in somewhere else'

His glasses gleamed as he looked around the air-conditioned building. He was there in the Miyo Corp, looking to steal a worthy mechanism. Kyouya smirked evilly, as stuck his hands curled around the gloves that were neatly folded in his large cargo pants.

In a moment, Kyouya smiled as he slipped inconspicuously through the halls that were lacking of security, and he tugged the gloved hands onto his hands. He spotted an elevator sitting at the end of the shadowed hall he came across.

He looked at it and punched the button quickly, as his glasses glared ominously.

Haruhi hesitantly pushed open the metal door, causing a creak to sound out through the room. Haruhi looked around warily, before she slipped into the room quickly. Her hand reached for the light switch and once she set flicked it open—

Pak.

She blinked suddenly. 'W-What's all this?!' the brunette thought, as her jaw dropped open. The room was stuffed with thrown papers, blinking computer screens that had a view of different parts of the house, and the one attribute of the room that made her freeze.

It was neatly stacked with boxes of gadgets, some of them she couldn't even name. There was a special table in a corner of the room that had a hanging light bulb swinging back and forth above the metal table. Wires, tools, and half-finished works laid neatly on the surface.

'…does he make things…?' she thought, as she clambered her way towards the rotating chair. Haruhi sat in it, her maid skirt barely covering her thighs, but she didn't mind that especially when he wasn't around.

Tapping the main computer experimentally, Haruhi sat back and waited for the screen to reboot. It turned alive, and the screen brightly illuminated a website article. Her eyes widened at the article name…

'Tech. Thief Upgrade from Stealing to Kidnapping!'

Her eyes skimmed the website article—

Twenty-three year old, lawyer, Fujioka Haruhi has been reporting missing March, and has been missing for a day, before the kidnapper sent in a word to the parent, Fujioka Ranka, of this victim. The culprit of this kidnapping is surprisingly Tech. Thief! From small hints that Fujioka had dropped to the press, Fujioka Haruhi has seem to stumble upon the thief on the night she had gone missing.

It had seemed that she had a rather clever plan in order to catch this notorious criminal. However, the clever plan will not be able to be put to use for the creator of the plan is in captive. No witnesses were able to report of the kidnapping. The status and conditions of this individual is still unknown. Authorities are searching frantically for any signs of this vital woman who will possibly increase the chance of the capture of the Tech. thief.

Haruhi felt happy that the authorities recognized her as a vital individual, but at the same time she was confused. No one knew where she was? The adult sank into the armchair deeper and sighed.

No one will be able to know where she was. But maybe she could tell—

But she didn't know where his 'house' stayed. There weren't any windows at all, so that she could just look out and describe her surroundings. The only way out of the confined luxury was by the elevator and she didn't know how to leave without the key.

The lawyer stood up and sighed as she walked out from the thief's room. There was nothing she could do for herself now…not alone at least. Her chestnut-colored eyes narrowed as she left the room as it was before she walked in.

'I'll need to trick Techno tomorrow…'

-Top floor

He appeared into the room, hard metal tools hanging from his hands. It took several hours for him to rid each floor of its security, and of course, it wasn't that easy. Kyouya's eyes swept around the white storage room, the walls were white, and there were numerous of showcases with some of the inventions Miyo Corp.

But he wasn't aiming for the pathetic machines. Kyouya's slate eyes landed on one of the showcases sitting in the back of the room. He briskly walked towards it, not worrying a bit of the security of the room.

He bent down to the box handle, and he picked the lock open, revealing a mass of electronic wires.

'What an easy steal…' Kyouya thought as he adeptly wired the security box. Beneath the mask he had strung across half of his face, Kyouya smirked evilly. Finally…something worthy to steal…and from the Miyo Co. no less. He set the pliers down, and picked up a pair of clippers, clipping several strings. The glass box sitting on the metal column clicked open. The thief stood up, and carefully took the pliers into his hands.

Clack.

He smashed it against the glass, causing the fragile pieces to cascade onto the floor. Kyouya's eyes inspected the roots of the glass, and experimentally he tapped the mechanism with a gloved finger—

SNAP.

'Knew it. This was programmed to cut off anyone's hands with the glass if the technological device was touched…' Kyouya observed as he saw the metal hinges forcefully snap back into place.

Slow claps resounded through the empty room, as the thief delivered the small machine into his backpack. His eyes slid slightly to the side, and he eyed his unexpected company suspiciously. "Ah…so it's you, C.C."

'C.C' grinned; his dark purple-tinted goggles hid his mischievous golden eyes. "Techno…what a pleasure, to meet here!" Said thief stared as the feline-like thief made his way towards him. "How are you?"

"Great," Kyouya answered, as his eyes watched as the man put a paw-like glove to his caramel hair. He raised his eyebrows slightly and questioned hollowly. "You? C.C?"

"Just to let you know, I've multiplied in two," he said with a wicked smile, as he rested a hand on his hips. "I have better things to do then chat, and my other is accomplishing something as we speak. So…" he drawled, before pointing at his backpack. "Give me what you have there."

Kyouya smiled in response, and he asked icily, "Excuse me?"

The purple-wearing man brightly smiled back at him, before deadpanning in a drop-dead serious tone, "Give it to me."

"I'm sorry, but I was the one who broke in here and took it first."

Techno's rival thief gave an evil smirk as the paw of his traveled up to his chin. Rubbing it softly, C.C murmured to himself, "Last time I remembered great oh Techno had brought home a woman, yes?" Kyouya twitched. "And coincidentally, I have sent the other Cheshire Cat—Copy-cat— to collect her from you."

Said thief gave a Cheshire grin as he brought up something swinging from his hands, and his goggles gleamed; Kyouya watched with wide eyes as the small plushie swung back and forth from the cat's paw.

Cheshire threw the tiny rag doll at Kyouya, and he carefully caught it. With sudden realization, he noticed that it was Haruhi— "That's her replacement."

He felt something pulse through his body like a lively flame. Instantly, Kyouya's gloved fists squeezed together, clenching the doll tightly, and he hissed, his words heavily drenched with poison, "You have no reason to take her, Cheshire."

The rival thief scoffed and sneered, "Tell that to my counterpart."

Tp.

'…is Techno home…?'

Tp.

It sounded like soft footsteps. A creak to her metal door and Haruhi was jerked awake. She sat up slightly, and she rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Mm…T-Techno—?"

The figure was tall and daunting, and although it was dark, the brunette could feel predatory eyes pining down at her. She shuddered involuntarily and looked up through her still tired eyes. "Are you back already—"

In a blink of an eye, he leapt on her.

Something was pressing against her mouth, something gentle yet firm. The brunette struggled to open her eyes yet something was being sucked in with her faint breathing. The mix of fumes stung against her lips and left a bitter taste in her mouth. The gas made her muscles weaken that she only laid in a limp position, with a figure right over her, the hand on the gas mask.

Haruhi wanted to open her eyes, yet when she used the little strength she had to open them, she couldn't comprehend the person or thing in front of her. 'The thief,' her mind accused. It was suffocating. The more she breathed the more disabled her body became. Haruhi's lips quivered opened, the gas flew in to her mouth; the lawyer wanted to gag and cough—she was too weak to do so.

She swore she could hear the eerie and low voice say into her ear…

"…don't fight it…"

In an effort, she was able to grasp the hand that held the mask tightly against her mouth. Haruhi wanted to scream for him to stop killing her, to just stop. She wanted to scream for anyone to help her.

Ah.

But no one would hear her…

Because…no matter how loud she screamed for help—she was alone with him.

Kyouya was impatiently pacing back and forth in the confines of the space that his private elevator provided. Each second was a precious moment. He couldn't, and I mean couldn't, have the other sneaky cat thief take away his maid!

She had to clean his house, dammit!

A bundle of mixed emotions blew from the core of his chest, and Kyouya smashed a fist against the sides of the elevator in result of it. 'Hurry up!' he cussed in his mind, as he breathed heavily. His clothes were stained with mud and dirt, and his hair wasn't in its neat order.

Was he that desperate that he ran in the rain instead of waiting for the underground elevator to take him there?

The thief looked at the closed doors, and it reflected his unkempt image. He looked as if he had people dump dirt and water on him. Kyouya growled to himself, before opening his gloved hand to reveal the small doll.

Sewn onto the doll was a black and white maid uniform, looking exactly like the one that he had given to her he day before. She had carefully stitched eyes, and an 'x' serving as a neutral mouth—

This measly rag doll as her replacement?

They wish.

The metal box opened with a 'ding', and the reflective doors rolled open slowly. Urgently, he squeezed himself through the still-opening doors and abandoned his backpack at the elevator door—

"Hey—" Kyouya exclaimed as he immediately shoved the heavy metal door open to her room—

It was pitch black, but from the light that poured in from behind him—

He identified the foreign figure there that had Haruhi lying limp and unconscious in his arms. The raven-haired man gritted his teeth angrily; a strange feeling flooded his body once again, sending almost chilling and sparkling vibes from him. Clenching his hands tightly so as to retain his anger, Kyouya growled slowly, "Put her back, C.C…"

Said thief stopped slightly and looked at Kyouya beneath his dark purple-tinted goggles.

This was him. The other notorious thief along-side the one he had encountered before, Copy-Cat. He threw a disbelieving look at Kyouya's face, and grinned slightly at him. "Salutations, Techno. Seems like Cheshire had told you I'm here to take her, neh?"

"I said…put her back," Kyouya continued firmly. The anger of having his captive taken away caused a sadistic smile spread on his face. There was a paralyzing silence, and the caramel-haired adult slowly set the limp body onto the bed, but not in a manner of surrendering.

"It looks like you're not going to let me go anywhere with her," the thief reasoned slowly, as he rose to his full height. Kyouya smirked in response as he placed the doll's string between his teeth.

Rashly pulling his gloves downwards on his hands, Kyouya's glasses gleamed ominously.

"If you want her, you'll have to fight me."

Morning came and Haruhi awoke with a jerk, immediately sitting up in the bed. The past day's events were still fresh in her mind; the 'nightmare' seemed so real that it probably was. Haruhi looked at herself, and her heart almost stopped beating at the sight.

There was blood.

There were freaking blood on the sheets; the crimson-stained blankets were tangled between her legs, her hair was in a mess, and her body ached whenever she'd move. Haruhi let out a small whimper as she tried to move herself off the puddle of scarlet that imprinted into the very mattress. She looked at the rest of the bed—

It was splattered with the disgusting smell of crimson liquid.

Was she…

"Ara, you're awake?" the captor's voice came from the floor. Haruhi's eyes widened and she looked at him in fear. The man seemed to have been lying on the floor, and he propped himself from the floor, with an elbow, as he adjusted his water-stained glasses.

"Y-You…"

"…? Is something wrong?" he asked stoically, completely unaware of the strange amount of blood all over the room. Haruhi swallowed thickly, as she glanced around her 'neat' room. It looked as though there had been murder committed yet she saw no body, and from what she could see the thief was not at all injured—

"Someone broke into your room last night," Kyouya sighed as he stood up from the floor, turning to his side. Haruhi jerked her attention to him—his black pressed shirt was unruly, his hair in a tangle, and there was a slight distortion to his glasses' frame.

The woman was trembling and she wrapped her arms around her body. "Was…was I…" She couldn't say the last word even if she tried, yet the intellectual thief managed to understand it, and he bowed his head in understanding.

"He didn't do much damage except the paralyzing gas. I didn't let him do anything else, although he was quite persistent on taking you," Kyouya confirmed in his usual calm way, as he picked up something that was drenched in blood. His left hand clenched his other right arm distractedly, and when he turned towards her—

A fresh drop of scarlet spiraled down his bare arm—

The lawyer's brown orbs widened and she immediately covered her mouth in shock.

"—but you're safe…"

"T-Techno?" Haruhi asked timidly as she brought the first-aid box towards the chair that Kyouya was sitting on. She fully inspected him—his shirt, pants, everything cloth was torn with tears that resembled a claw mark. He wasn't as seriously injured as she thought he was—

"Can you take off your shirt?" she inquired, as she pointed at his shoulder that had a deep gash. He blinked slightly before obediently slipping off the blood-soaked shirt. His body was coated in a light tint of disgusting red—dried blood—

"Aren't you going to clean this?" Kyouya grunted, as he clutched his arm painfully. Haruhi jerked and she took a cotton pad and dribbled alcohol onto the cotton. Gingerly she began to clean the wound mark, surprised that he could even get a cut this deep.

There was silence as she tended to his wounds with the knowledge that she learned in high school.

"Does…it hurt?" she pressed quietly, as she wrapped the clean white cloth around his arm. Kyouya was staring at the severe mark stoically, all emotions on his face was drained. Although he had a rather blank face, inwardly, Kyouya was rather surprised that his captive took the first initiative to tend to his scars—

"Techno?"

He looked up. "Yes?"

The moment he lifted his head, a stinging, cool swab of liquid patted against the scratch on his face, and Kyouya winced immediately. "Sorry!" He shook his head, dismissing the quiet apology. Haruhi knitted her eyebrows in concentration as she gently cleaned the large red scar that was clawed across his cheek.

There was an uncomfortable silence, and Haruhi taped a bandage onto his right cheek, before leaning backwards to grab a dry cloth that was slung over a small bowl of water. "You…you were bleeding…"

Kyouya gingerly had his fingertips brush across the cloth wrapped tightly around his arm, as Haruhi twisted the water out from a wash cloth. "I'm aware of that."

She wiped at his face, wiping away the dirt and evidence of blood. Haruhi was a bit uncomfortable with being that close to her captor, but she managed to continue smoothly, "And someone was after me."

"I know," Kyouya replied coolly as he sunk tiredly into the beige couch. The cool, calm mien he still showed seemed to grate on her nerves and Haruhi's eyebrow twitched, and she twisted the cloth in her hand, half out of annoyance and the other out of nervousness.

Kyouya was thinking. Copy-cat…that person was there to take his captive away from him. Then again…if she had known that the thief would do that…Haruhi would be willing to go then. Techno frowned worriedly, as his eyes slid to the slide.

If they came back for her…

Will she go…?

Haruhi stood up suddenly, her back to Kyouya. "I'm going to get you a change of clothes—" A strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards him. Haruhi stiffened as she felt Kyouya bury his face into the curve of her spine. His hand was resting on her slim waist, and his face was so close to the ruffles of her maid skirt.

Her face burned crazily, and she stammered. "T-Techno. Let go…"

"Do you want to…" He paused slightly and corrected himself, "Are you going to…" he murmured hesitantly, as he closed his eyes tiredly. "…leave me…?"

Haruhi's eye widened slightly, as she asked, "W-What do you—"

He shifted his head slightly before pushing her away from him. Kyouya looked away, his glasses glaring; however underneath the lenses Haruhi swore she saw a tiny tint of pink. "It's…nothing, I just acted on impulse," his excuse was.

Haruhi blinked and she whipped around. "Techno, I want to say tha—"

"You're welcome," Kyouya interrupted as he rose from his seat. Haruhi's eyes jerked open, and she stood there in the middle of turning around—frozen. She grumbled as she followed him as he stopped somewhere near the kitchen.

"Er—do you need—"

Kyouya gave her an unnerving stare and then he smirked evilly at her, causing her to twitch subconsciously. In an instant he was towering over her, pushing her onto the kitchen counter. "Do I need you?" he asked for her, with an eerie smile. Haruhi's face blazed once again. "What do you think?"

"G-Get of—"

"Nice work on the kitchen, by the way," he quipped with a tiny smile, interrupting the flustering woman. Kyouya's glasses glared as he pushed a spatula into her hands. He got off her and commanded, "Now go and make dinner."

A flustered streak of red slowly and gradually burned onto Haruhi's face as she gripped the washcloth and spatula with murderer's intent. She stood up and threw the bundled cloth into the kitchen sink, and she swiped her apron from the nearby counter.

"I'll do that," she squeezed through clenched teeth.

Thud.

And a gasping individual collapsed weakly onto the floor, blood and water dribbling from his body. His healthy doppelganger, who was in the living room, whipped around suddenly at the sudden sound and his golden eyes widened.

"K-Kaoru?!" he cried, instantly running towards the fallen Cheshire Cat. The thief's cat ears were ripped beyond recognition that only the mechanical wires that were essential for hearing were left hanging on his head.

His clothes were torn and tattered, peeling outwards and the blood pools that blossomed underneath it continued to run. Scarlet mixed with rain water were dribbling from beneath his crimson-stained hair, and when the injured man's twin swept away the matted bangs, the face that was once hidden depicted great pain—

"S-…sorry, Hikaru," the younger, injured twin whispered hoarsely, before collapsing into his twin's arm. "H-He's really…attached…to the girl…"

"Kaoru…what the hell did he do to you?" the elder demanded, as he helped the other onto his feet, slinging a tattered and bruised arm over his shoulder. Kaoru heaved in a pained breath as he stabled his head against his brother's shoulder.

"I…barely landed a scratch on him, he's…skilled," he whispered in a dying breath, as he was helped to a room— Kaoru's hazel eyes widened, and he cried in a strained voice, "H-Hurts! H-Hikaru!"

The concerned brother, laid him onto a bed in one of the room, and he fearfully laid a tentative hand onto Kaoru's forehead, and he felt it burn underneath his hand. "Just wait, I'll get the house-nurse—" when he turned, a hand shot out and grabbed the tail of his white shirt. "Kaoru?"

The younger twin had his eyes shut painfully and groaned softly underneath his breath, as his head shifted to the side, "I…just wanted to…help her…get out…"

"I…I know," Hikaru assured, as he patted his younger brother's hair soothingly. When his brother had finally slipped into unconsciousness because of the pain, the older twin stood up to find the house-doctor that they have.

'That woman…means a lot to Techno…doesn't she?'

A/N: There was supposed to be a story about C.C. I was writing it one day...and then abandoned it. xD Erk. Did I just trash Kaoru? OwO Oweh, shiit. Also...don't think that having the twins randomly come in was a random thing. They have motives. xD Just something for you to chew on.

Ah wells. Whatevers. Here. Your stankin chapter. ARE YEW HAPPY?! XDDD

If you are, please reveiw! xD; And if you're a flamer...HAHA. Try!

-Until next time,

--Demi-kun.