A/N: Thanks for the review. I know people are reading this fic, but I would truly appreciate reviews. The quota is only 6 reviews. If not, then the story will put on a definite hiatus (abandoned). I love to read povs of the readers: Opinions, corrections, etc. I am enjoying writing this fic.

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Her head was spinning. No, it wasn't spinning, it was rocking. Jun wasn't sure was what going on in her head; all she knew was that she didn't like it. It didn't feel right, and it was throbbing, throbbing a lot. It was a pounding, not a painful pounding, but a pounding knocking on her door when she forgot to pay rent. The angry tone of her landlord saying it was time to pay rent. No, it couldn't be her landlord-she paid rent last week. She remembered it quite clearly too, she had gone to his place and paid it to him in full, and then she went to her apartment and crossed it off her calendar.

Wait her apartment.

This bed, it didn't feel like her bed. Her mattress was comfortable, but not this comfortable. It was a hand me down bed she bought at a clearance sale, and there lumps inside of it. The pillows-there was a lot of pillows. The pillows were soft and felt like satin. In her bed there were only two pillows, one on each side of the bed. Any spare pillows were in her closet. When her light brown eyes opened, Robinson Jun was fully aware of one thing:

She was not in her apartment.

Her apartment was neat, but not spotless. The room was fairly…she didn't know, extravagant. Then she scolded herself, she was trapped in a house, and likely locked in a room where her kidnappers were trying to rape, torture, and do other terrifying things to her.

Like Saw and Hostel.

Thinking about her choice of thoughts while stuck in a possibly life threatening situation, Jun pushed attempted to push herself out of the bed. As she raised her arms, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness and fell face forward back into the comfort of the mattress. Naturally, it stung like hell; she felt the nice roll of cotton wrapped carefully around her head. Forcing her body to comply with her demands, turned her body onto her back, and faced the ceiling.

Raising her hand to her forehead, Jun carefully pressed upon where she believed her wound was. She flinched and then laid her hand to her side. She had to calm herself, if any thing, prepare her mind. First off, how did she get this wound?

Think…Think…Think….

Wait!

Working, she was working by the park, at the recreation center. She was carrying paper-what was it? Curses, she didn't remember what paper she was carrying. It couldn't be her school work; she saved all her work in a flash drive. Her flash drive, her flash drive.

God, her head was throbbing.

She couldn't think right, everything was blurring. Her body felt weak and her head was throbbing. To make things worse she didn't even know where she was. Normally, she would have screamed her head off, start running around like a mad woman and wouldn't stop until someone heard her or pointed a loaded gun at her. Now, her body was too out of it, and her memories were scrambled and blurred.

She had to get up. Wherever she was, it didn't matter how comfortable the bed was or how welcoming the room appeared, it wasn't her home-that was all that mattered. Rolling over carefully, making sure she raised her head so she could avoid the sting of her head wound, Jun placed her tiny feet on the nice wooden floor.

Damn, she wished she had socks.

Floor was cold.

Holding her hands out when her body began to sway, Jun walked carefully to the door, and grabbed a hold of the knob. The world was still shaky to her, but if she tried she could make it. She could. When the door opened, the bright light appeared to be Hell's Kitchen. Instantly recoiling as her pupils suddenly adjusted to the bright light, Jun swore. Taking one careful out of the bedroom, Jun looked down to immense hallways.

Whoever was holding her stranded, was loaded, and really loaded.

Fortunately, they were empty and despite her mind spinning and body weak, she was able to walk without halt. As she descended down the hallway a sudden, but utterly dismaying fact ran up her. Glancing down at her body, she noticed a very important factor.

Her clothes had been changed.

With her jeans were her wallet, and a few other belongings. Her driver's license, her coupons at the supermarket, and a ticket for a free lunch at a local sushi bar. Yes, it wasn't much, but she wanted her coupons and driver's license, she had to work for those. The realization made her mind spin was it out of anger or sorrow-she didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted her wallet and clothes back. Unfortunately, her body decided to do a dip on her, and she had to lean on the wall for support.

Her breathing was becoming heavy-that wasn't a good sign.

Mori was not happy. No, he was not happy at all, he was completely in a sense of pure panic. It didn't show, but the way he was behaving proved how he felt inside. When they returned from home, the first thing that left his Mori's mouth:

"Good afternoon Mother, how is the young woman doing?"

"Oh, last time I checked, sleeping soundly dear, you may go visit her."

Satoshi shrugged it off, knowing his older brother would prefer he went alone. After saying good afternoon to his mother, Satoshi went to his bedroom to begin on his homework. Their father was in the dojo training, and they all knew not to disturb him while training. The exception being his mother, a woman who held many privileges in the household. Going off to the direction where the young woman named Robinson Jun was resting in, a sudden urge went up through the elder Morinozuka brother.

Not a good one.

He stopped for a moment, just a split moment, and felt a sudden tinge of worry. It wasn't because of her injuries-his mother reassured him no that. No, he wasn't worried about that, he was positive she was fine. There was something else, a little matter that found had found it's way into his brain, and started pinning itself within him. Then he continued on his little journey, forcing the feeling to a corner in his mind, but not at all rejecting it. For the tiny feeling would soon return as he became closer to the girl's room, and then he heard it.

A scream.

Mori broke out in a sprint, dashing to the girl's room to find only a maid, a hand clutching to her mouth. She was standing in front of the door, pure shock evident in her face, and when Mori made it was of pure fear. The maid was one of the newer ones, and she didn't know her boss' son very well. When Mori made it to the door, he dropped his school bag, and his normally causal eyes locked down…hard. The bed was empty and sheets were falling out of the bed.

He glanced frantically in the bedroom, and she was no where to be found.

When his mother came, hearing the scream of her maid, "Takashi, what in heaven's name is going on?"

In a low tone, almost a growl-a tone Mori was familiar with in his father, "She's gone Mother, she's gone." Before Hama was able to let the words sink in fully, her son was down the hall, taking a right.

Jun heard a scream. A female's voice, no doubt. She involuntarily jumped out of her resting spot, and scurried down another hall. Her kidnappers or the people, who were responsible for this, must have noticed she wasn't in her room. This made her all the more determined to get out of the house, and make it to a nearby police station. She didn't want to imagine what they would do to her if they found her.

"Stop thinking of Hostel," she hissed, "stop it."

Forcing her body to comply to her once again, and hoping she wouldn't faint because of the pressure, she trudged on. She could hear the voices though; she could the demands of a woman-a voice that sounded use to having control. The loud, but surprisingly delicate footsteps, footsteps that pounded onto the nice wooden floor like thunder. Right now, as the situation she was in brought upon, Jun became apprehensive. Taking another right, Jun's heart beat started to rise quickly.

Mori didn't have extraordinary hearing. His ears worked in an average manner as any other person's did. He, however, was able to sense another person was near by. How? The highest possibility was from doing so much kendo; his training made him alert in certain areas, and this situation was no different. A deep feeling swelling inside of him, Mori took a quick right.

There she was.

Her body was swaying back forth, her hands using the wall for balance. Her unruly black hair was tangled around her head, and her slender legs swayed with her ever weakening body. Mori didn't move, he didn't say anything, his eyes entirely focused on the girl. The girl, Jun, felt his gaze on her and she turned her head around. When she did, an adrenaline rushed swept through her, and she tried to run.

To her dismay, Mori was faster.

"Let go of me!" "Help!" For a girl who had recently awakened from a deep sleep and needed more rest, Jun was putting up quite a fight. Wrapping his arms around her middle section, forcing her hands into a tight clasp, he wrestled (not roughly) unto the ground. Jun was in such an erratic it was hard to hold her down without using force. Mori's body scampered around, his back slamming onto the wall.

"You freak," she hissed between gasps, "I'm just a young woman who's trying to leave in peace, you wanna decapitate me into tiny little pieces, don't you!!"

"Decapitate you?"

"Jun, we wouldn't do that to you." "We're nice people."

Mori, who was slightly taken back by her words, held his grip on Jun even when she had quit struggling. Hunny and the others must have heard the commotion going on, for when his eyes focused on what Jun was focusing on. He had to say, he was quite pleased. Hunny stood in front of the maids and other employees, with his Usa-chan clutched to him. Satoshi and Chika were there too; their faces holding serious structures. Jun stared with wide eyes; maybe, just maybe, she went a little far with the "Hostel" accusations. As she panted and her eyes stared at them wildly, her body finally gave way and she slumped into Mori's chest.

Mori let her do so. Letting his body sink to the floor, with her still in the middle, Mori stared with relief.

"I'm not in danger; you're not going to kill me?"

"No, no, no," Hunny shook his head furiously, "Takashi found you hurt and brought to his home, we wanna help you Jun-chan!"

"How do you know my name?"

"We read your driver's license," Satoshi pointed out, "if you want, I can get it."

"Oh." Her body was shutting down quickly, "If that's it, can someone bring…bring me back to the bed."

She was out.

"Who knew one girl could be so much trouble." Chika complained in the dining room.

After the little "event" Mori returned Jun back to the guest room, where she snuggled into the pillows. He had to report the news to his parents, his mother relieved that nothing bad came out of it. His father gave a silent nod, indicating that all was good. Leaving with that note, Mori went to the dining room where Satoshi, Hunny, and Chika were waiting for him.

"Jun-chan is really strong for a girl in her condition!" Hunny chirped, "Hope she's okay though."

Satoshi and Chika were sitting on an extravagant couch, playing a video game. Chika's face was flushed with anger: Satoshi continuously beating him at his own game. Hunny sat at a small dining table, happily eating cake with extra frosting. Mori entered the room, and sat without a word into a nearby chair.

"Eh Takashi-isn't Jun-chan really strong?"

"Strong when needed, adrenaline rushes can do that to you."

With a determined look on his face as he played his game, "What about it Bro?" "She's sleeping right?"

"Yes."

Silence enveloped between the four of them. Satoshi and Chika continued to play vigorously on the video game; Chika becoming more distressed as he was losing to Satoshi. Hunny, who had finished his cake, stared at Mori with concern. A man of morals, a man of silent care, Mori sat in the chair, his head resting on his arm. He seemed to be in his normal mode, his normal attitude, but with a slight difference. Unlike Chika and Satoshi, who continued to play their game with the utmost attention, Hunny was able to spot out differences in Mori's attitude. It wasn't much, but as always-it was something to look upon and inspect.

"Takashi, would you like to check on Jun-chan," Hunny suggested, "she still can't be sleep."

Mori didn't respond.

"Please Takashi, I wanna see Jun-chan and show her my Usa-chan." Hunny was already out of his chair and hopping Usa-chan in front of Mori's face. Mori stared at the bunny with indifference, or it seemed, and smiled gently. There were times where he could say a silent "no" to Hunny and the younger boy would reluctantly agree to it. Then there were times where Mori could say a silent "no" to Hunny and the younger boy would go off the handle. Those times were rare, but they did exist. If he had given him a silent "no" Hunny would probably sit in the middle of his personalities.

Hunny sat happily on Mori's shoulders, and Mori held onto Hunny's legs to make sure he didn't lose his balance.

"Oh look Mori," Hunny pointed out, "its Misa-Chan!"

One of the younger maids, Misa, was walking up the hallway. Her hair in nice bun, her maid uniform swaying from the left to the right. Her eyes twinkled, and when she saw the two she waved them down.

"Mori-kun, Hunny-kun, I was going to get the two of you."

"Really Misa-chan, what do you need!"

"Robinson-san needed to speak with Mori-kun, she's up and much better."

"See Takashi!" "Jun-chan wants to talk to you, maybe she wants cake!"

She felt like an idiot. The signs should have been so obvious; it wasn't hard to decipher them. If they wanted her dead, she would have been dead by now. But no, she had to let her imagination and panic get the best of her, and caused a ruckus by leaving the room. They let her stay in their nice home, bandaged her wound, and she being her, assumed the possibly worse. To make everything sweet and goody, she tried to fight the one who brought her here.

What a guest.

Jun had passed out once everything in her brain started to click, when everything came together. She felt ashamed, humiliated, there were numerous adjectives to describe how she was feeling at the moment-pissed, dumb, and ashamed. Those were the main three that continued to hit her like a sledge hammer, and it continued to hit her even more when she asked one of the maids to find the one named "Takashi Morinozuka". How could she explain this to him? The way she acted deemed in her mind seemed to be ungrateful and selfish. In her retrospect, she wasn't either of those things, she held both of them at times, but not at a radical degree. Nonetheless, she didn't want them to see her as a bad person who didn't know the difference between right and wrong.

She did know the difference between right and wrong, she did.

She just had problem comprehending the difference between tact and being down right rude.

All of them being fairly easy concepts in life; she felt embarrassed to say she didn't fully get the hang of it.

"Robinson-san," Misa entered, "I found Mori-kun and Hunny-kun."

Her hair was a mess; she made a fool out of herself, what more could go wrong? Oh, the fact that the young man was definitely quite the looker and his friend was down right adorable. Jun found she sinking down in her covers even more, and no matter how much the urge of running down the halls were taking over, she fought them. It was the right thing to do.

Misa left after the two entered, and Jun wished she had stayed. The young boy hopped out of Takashi's (Mori) shoulder and took a seat in a nearby chair. Takashi stood right in the bed, one hand in his pocket and the other at his side.

"Are you alright?"

His voice was so stoic and yet so soft. Jun found herself unwittingly blushing, more out of embarrassment than anything. His eyes, a color that was more of a brown and at the same time it looked close to back, looked down at her with slight worry. Then she was a lost for words.

"Of course I'm fine, I just wanted to say thank you and sorry for all the commotion I caused!" She was scrambled her words at such a speed, she didn't even know if it reached their brains in a rightful order. Ending her sentence with a nervous laugh, she waited for their responses.

"Its alright, I would be panicked too if I was in your situation."

His words were comforting; by they didn't clench her troubles. "I doubt it, you wouldn't have gone off the handle like me," she lowered her head, "I'm too dramatic for my own good."

"I don't think so, you handled yourself fine, we're just happy you're okay."

Jun nodded and sighed, "Yes, yes, that's good." "When will I be able to leave, I have a lot of work to do, this little has been great though!" She tugged her legs closer to her chest and smiled.

"It's good to hear." "Mother said it would be fine for you to leave tomorrow, we'll escort you back to your home tomorrow, if you like."

She nodded, "That'll be great, thank you so much, and you too-cute little Usa-kun."

Hunny smiled brightly, "It was all Takashi's doing!"

"Yes," she let her head lie on her knees, "thank you Takashi, if not for you, I probably wouldn't be here."

"I doubt that."

She chuckled slightly, "Oh no, the world is cruel place these days, its hard to find good people." "I'm lucky to have you save me."

"Yeah, glad to be there."

Hunny's sudden absence wasn't detected. Sneaking out to find his younger brother and cousin, he left the two to speak among them. There wasn't much to say; surprisingly most of the time while he was in there was spent by Jun staring at his face. At a certain angle it seemed he had a hard, muscular build to his face, but close up it was smooth and clear. His dark eyes holding detached feelings in them; she knew he wasn't detached, he possibly couldn't be detached. He didn't seem to be detached. He was wearing his school uniform: His white blouse hanging from one side as the other was messily tucked into his pants. His fine blue jacket held a pin on one of the collars, a pin Jun was able to easily recognize.

"Ouran High?" "Ouran Private Academy?"

Mori looked down at his uniform, "Yes, you know about the school."

"I read about in on the Internet somewhere." "Rich school right?"

Mori didn't want to sound imposing on the factor that the school he attended was indeed a rich school, "Yes."

Jun remained impassive about it, not appearing to be phased by it, "Must be smart." She yawned, "Can't believe I'm still tired…must be the sleeping medicine Misa gave me."

"Medicine?"

"Yes, your mom said that I should take some medicine to get a better rest," she yawned again, "looks like its coming into full effect now."

"I should be leaving now," Mori started to walk out, "goodnight Jun."

Jun snuggled into the covers, "Yeah, goodnight Takashi."

Shutting the door gently behind me, Mori started down to the halls towards his bedroom. Hunny and Chika were probably on their way home now, and Satoshi was possibly in his own bedroom. Making it to his bedroom, Mori took a nice shower and was dressed for bed in a matter of minutes. Sitting on the side of his bed, a thought came to him.

Jun.

In Japanese, Jun meant pure.

Pure. A word signaling innocence, indicating truth. Letting his eyes fall heavy, Mori did believe-he did believe. He believed that this, all of which was happening at such a rate, would be pure. It would be pure.

He would enjoy it.

A/N: I wasn't going to search high and low for a name for my oc. I randomly chose a Japanese name I liked and a surname that was American; no, it is not my own. It wouldn't be fun if the surname was my own. I've seen Saw III but not Hostel, and I don't wanna see Hostel. I was barely able to handle Saw III-yeah, sorta a wimp I know.

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