Okay! Now it's time for the big finish! This won't be the last chapter, there's going to be one more, but this is it! The breaking of the curse.
This is going to be the climax of the story, so hold on tight!
Anywho, On with the show!
Disclaimer- Look up Kyoya is evil on youtube. It's totally worth the three minutes of your life, and honestly, Voltaire's voice is super amazing.
Chapter 7
The calls were made to the black magic club and Kyoya had gotten the one item they needed for the ceremony but couldn't get their hands on. They needed the blood of a virgin, willingly taken. He frowned as his father drew the three vials of blood with a confused look on his face.
"What kind of testing is this for?"
"It's not like that. It's a personal project. Remember, I do understand safety and health protocol, so you don't have to worry. By the end of the day it'll be gone." He took the vials and winced as his father withdrew the butterfly needle from his arm. "Thank you, I just couldn't draw the blood myself." Kyoya frowned, rubbing the spot on his arm where he'd tried before his father found him.
"Kyoya, I understand that all of the host club has gone off and died. You should remember not to be too concerned with it." The man turned and walked out of the room, not turning his eyes back to the young man who stared, surprised. Kyoya stood and walked into his bedroom, looking through his cabinets before finding what he'd need. He placed everything he'd need for this trip in the bag, placing a DVD he'd just burned on his bed before headed out of the room.
They drove to the school, the whole way there Nekozawa was trying to inform Haruhi of the way the spell would go, what she would need to do, and when. They got to the school to find the teacher in charge of the black magic club unlocking the door and Nekozawa bringing Haruhi in with full out fear in her eyes.
"Hey, you guys aren't using her as some sort of sacrifice are you? Are you alright, Miss?"
"It's Fujioka Haruhi, sensei. You're my science teacher." She stared as the man stared for a moment before standing at attention.
"Fujioka-san? Were you always... a girl?" He asked, surprised and a little afraid.
"What kind of a question is that? Of course I was." She huffed and Nekozawa smiled warmly, trying to convey his apologies to the teacher as Kyoya ran up and handed the vials to Nekozawa. He followed along as they stood in a five point circle around her and chanted as they headed towards the basement.
The teacher followed along with them to the basement, but seeing them bring in a panicked young girl to the black magic club had him quite on edge.
She sat in the center of the circle as each one of the men around her took their puppets and laid them in the circle.
"Oi! Beelzeneff! You think that blond kid is going to jump in again?" A bunny puppet laughed and Haruhi glared at it.
"Not likely." She grumbled and Beelzeneff chuckled.
"Don't worry, girly. Those spirits in you were supposed to go into us. They're the batteries we use to keep our abilities. Since we're not alive, they have no concrete consciousness to attack. After this spell, you'll be home free.
"I hope you're right." She sighed and all of the black magic club members stared at her in shock.
"You can hear the dolls?"
"What kind of host is she?"
"Don't start about that talking dolls bull shit again."
"Silence!" Nekozawa called out and pointed at the rabbit. "Watch your tongue!" He looked around at the circle, his eyes meeting with Kyoya's momentarily.
He didn't look right. They needed to do this spell quickly.
He ran up to Haruhi and smiled, hugging her. "Just sit and try and stay calm. I don't know if this may hurt, so be prepared for anything." He looked into her eyes and she nodded.
He went and stood at the top of the circle, turning his back to her, as did the rest of the cloaked figures.
The chanting started out soft, and Haruhi looked around, seeing a light circle appear around her, surrounding her in the center. She started to feel a heat in her chest and reached up, clasping her hands over her heart. She'd been dabbed with the red substance Nekozawa asked her not to ask what it was. It was on the backs of her hands, the top of her feet, her throat, her forehead, the center of her chest and just above her belly button. She felt each one of these spots throb and then she was gone.
Kyoya watched as the girl in the center looked up at him and smiled for a second before laughing. That wasn't Haruhi. "Poor little Kyoya! So afraid of death you abandoned the girl you love! You were surrounded by the family you don't want not even noticing that this girl's father, who you've spoken to so often hadn't called in months. Her friends, the only people she had left were dropping left and right, and you didn't even step in to help her. You just hid yourself away, didn't you?"
The chanting got louder, but even so, the members of the Black Magic club were in shock over the normally kind and calm Haruhi's horrible words.
"Oni-san, do you know what that red substance is on you?"
"Probably some sort of blood." She sighed, looking at the back of her hand.
"The blood had to be willingly taken from a virgin suicide victim."
"How morose!" She gleamed, looking at her hand again. "Yet, why would I care about that?"
"Because the chanting has gotten louder, and I'm still alive." Kyoya reached up, cocking the one shot revolver he had in his pocket and pulled the trigger against his temple as Nekozawa screamed and started to run to him.
He didn't make it, and was covered in blood from the shoulder down. He looked down at the gray chunks all over the floor, the blood that was creeping between the stone slabs of the floor and turned back to the club. "Don't let this be in vain!" He retook his place, tears in his eyes, hearing the half laughter, half choking screams of the girl behind him. The teacher had ran to contact the police.
The girl within started to scream harder as Nekozawa started chanting again and they all felt the explosion of power from behind them, cold hands creeping up their backs as they each stepped forwards one step and called the name of their puppets. It felt like a vacuum. Everything was sucked in. Everything in the room yanked towards the center of the room, bottles shook off of the walls. Furniture was pulled in. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped.
Nekozawa flung off the bloody cloak and ran to the girl sobbing, screaming, clawing her way across the floor to the young Ootori who was now staring at her with sightless eyes. She could see the soft smile on his mouth as he said one final word.
"Sorry." The hemorrhaging in his brain caused blood to start seeping from his eyes and Haruhi screamed as she was grabbed and dragged away. Nekozawa lifted her and ran away as fast as he could, through the third floor music room, down the hallway to the lobby of the school where he fell to his knees, holding her tightly, her screams echoing through the school.
One of the other students brought him Beelzeneff and they all stood around in a circle, the weight of what had just happened sinking in. They all stared at the girl as she cried, clung to Nekozawa who tried valiantly to hide his own tears. "I'm so sorry! I tried to save him! I tried to keep it from happening again, I just wasn't good enough! I wasn't fast enough! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" He cried and Haruhi registered his words.
"It's finally over!" She cried and sobbed into his shoulder. "You're still alive! Please, Please don't leave me!" She sobbed and Nekozawa shook his head.
"I couldn't! I'd never!"
"I don't want to be alone again!" She cried as the police came into the school. The teacher took them into the basement, where the chief sighed.
"We'd just gotten word that the young master was planning suicide. We were hoping to find him before his could happen."
The teacher could only stare.
All of this over the black magic club's spell?
He could tell the young woman was possessed or something, but someone's death seemed a drastic fix.
He walked into the lobby and found Nekozawa without his robes, holding a slowly calming girl.
"I love you, Haruhi. I'd never leave you alone, as long as I live, I want you by my side."
"Neko-"
"Ukehito." He looked into her eyes and she smiled and nodded.
"Ukehito. I don't think I can be out anymore. I want to go back. I don't want anyone else seeing me like this." She clung to him and he turned to one of the other students, who was kind enough to let him borrow his robe and they walked out to the limo.
It was only a few days later they arrived at school. It was the first day since the curse was lifted, and the first day back to school since the school had been shut down.
Haruhi walked through the front door and earned a clamor from the rest of the students. Ukehito told his mother she needed a new school uniform, but had forgotten to mention she was acting as a guy in school. She walked in wearing the yellow dress the women in the school wore, and with the lower cut her dress had, it was unmistakeable that she was a woman.
"Fujioka's a girl?" She heard as she walked down the hall.
"It was probably Tamaki's plan to keep her to himself."
"Or Hikaru and Kaoru. I haven't seen them today, I wonder where they are?"
"Haruhi!" She heard and turned, seeing Ukehito walk up to her with a smile. "How are you feeling?"
"It's hard having the seats on either side of me empty. I'll have to get used to it." She sighed and Ukehito laughed.
"You know, the Black Magic club has deemed you their mascot. You can speak to the puppets, and two of the members can't even do that. Not to mention, you're living with me, and have tolerated the darkness well. Half of the students can't be in the dark as much as you." He reached out and took her hand. She smiled up at him and watched as he looked her over.
"You're so beautiful..." He smiled and ran his hand over hers, smiling in a way she never knew he could.
He'd changed his cloak. It was still black, but it was a lighter material, and he didn't wear his wig. He looked more like she was used to now, and it was a huge comfort to be able to see him. He gave her a hug and smiled holding her against his chest, smiling wider when her arms reached around his waist. He kissed her temple and she looked up at him with a smile and felt her look draw him in.
He was surprised when instead of resisting she pushed herself onto the balls of her feet and closed her eyes, allowing him to give her a soft kiss.
When he leaned back, his eyes wide in surprise, he found her blushing, looking away with a shy smile.
"Can I take this to mean you'll allow me to keep taking care of you?"
"I'd actually really like that." She smiled. After the last while, Ukehito canceled the Black Magic club that evening and they went home after classes.
Haruhi changed out of her dress and into a pair of shorts and a dark tank top and Ukehito laughed, when he noticed they were wearing about the same thing. They laid down on the bed and just talked for a while about the way things were going. Haruhi smiled and looked over as Ukehito's smile started to look worried.
"So, does this mean, at least, that you'll be my girlfriend?" He looked at her and she leaned into him, causing him to raise his hand and lay it across her stomach.
"That sounds nice." She smiled and Ukehito grinned, leaning down to kiss her softly.
The door opened and neither one of them looked up til they heard a masculine voice clearing itself on the other side of the room.
Ukehito looked up at his father who had his arms crossed. "Well, I'd definitely count that as romance." He stared as Ukehito looked down at Haruhi.
"Just agreed to go out with me, and now it's marriage. I'm sorry it's so fast."
"It's fine, we were warned, weren't we?" Haruhi giggled and his father stared, shocked she didn't scream or beg forgiveness. She just giggled.
Was she going to agree?!
He stared, hoping, PRAYING things were going the way he was thinking.
"Haruhi," Ukehito climbed off of the bed and started getting down to one knee when his mother ran in and handed him something.
"You can't without this!" She chirped and Ukehito looked over the item before grinning and looking up at her, fear settling in his eyes.
"Will you be my wife?"