The fire was spreading without delay and there was no time to hesitate. The house was small and made of wood, so it would burn down easily. It was also in a deserted part of town too, so no one would know about it burning.
The six members of the Host Club wasted no time in searching deeper into the building. Smoke had already started to fill their noses and lungs, everyone was struggling to find their way around and even breathe; until Mori found something, a small set of stairs that lead down. At the bottom of the stairs was Kyoya, who obviously couldn't walk let alone climb stairs. When he saw Mori appear at the top of the stairs his face lit up like all his Christmas's had come at once.
Mori struggled up the steps with the badly injured Kyoya. "I found him!" He called out. He made it past a few rooms that had already been consumed by the flames, unfortunately his path was blocked by a flaming wall of fire. "There's a window…" Kyoya coughed. "In the basement." Mori wasted no time in following Kyoya's directions there. Fortunately, he managed to run into the rest of the hosts along the way and dragged them along with him.
He smashed the small basement window into tiny pieces with as much strength as he could muster. They all scrambled outside, the flames licking at their feet.
They all managed to escape with minimal injuries, but there was still not enough time to celebrate yet. They had to get away from the house, and quick. The car they used to get here was parked a few streets away, for the sake of safety. They all ran, their lungs burning, bodies still filled with adrenaline; until, at last, they made it to the car. "Drive!" Tamaki ordered once they'd all packed in.
The chauffeur did as he was told.
Kyoya was squished in the middle between Tamaki and Haruhi. "Are you okay?" They both asked him in unison. He nodded, still catching his breath. He looked deathly pale and starving, not to mention the bruises and him broken glasses. Suddenly, without warning, Tamaki put his arms around Kyoya and squeezed him tightly. "I missed you." He mumbled into him ear. Kyoya uttered the words back to him. Then, their tender moment was over as they let go of each other.
Surprisingly enough, once Kyoya got his glasses and everything else fixed and his uniform dry cleaned, things went back to normal. No one has heard from the Zuka Club since (which is probably a good thing.) That doesn't mean Hikaru and Kaoru aren't planning their revenge though. Did you know how many great uses there are for smelly, rotting fish?
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So, that's the end.
I hope you're happy!
Please look forward to more of my stories in the future because they can only get better from here!