And to end the suspense once again…
Thanks to Miss Ominous for her idea that she mentioned a while ago in a review :) I haven't used her full idea, but I'm going to use a small part of it. Keep the reviews coming, my lovely readers! On my profile page, I've got a poll up and I'd love for you to vote, as it includes Ouran High School business that you guys are obviously in to, since you're reading this right now ;D
'"Ow." Haruhi registered nothing else but the silver dart that was embedded in her skin. She saw nothing, heard nothing. She felt a weakness seep through her, dizzying her until she felt sick, and she vaguely had this sensation that the ground was vibrating, as though something, or someone heavy had hit it.
I hate being to weak… She was out cold before she knew it, cold arms folding around her and carrying her away.'
Dim lighting burnt Haruhi's sensitive eyes, turning her eyelids red, and she squinted as she opened her eyes. Nobody was in the room as her, and it was no different from the chamber that she had woken in. Only this time she had been tied to a chair. Ouch.
"What the…?" She squirmed slightly, but the ropes that bound her ceased to move. Gritting her teeth, Haruhi starting to rock back and forth on the chair, struggling to come loose. All the while, she barely saw anything in the lights that glowed all around the room.
"Why. Won't. It. Come…" Haruhi's voice began to quiver under the strain as she was a little more successful, and snapped a strand of the rope. "…L-l-loose!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." The all-too-familiar voice smirked.
"Amasawa." Her voice dropped to a snarl. "Get me out of these… these… these moronic ropes! Well? What're you waiting for?"
"Oh my, Fujioka," Amasawa laughed heartlessly. "Far too enthusiastic to escape, in my opinion. And…" his voice turned cold as stone. "…No. I will not be helping you today, or tomorrow, or even at the conclusion of this little game. You see, I am under specific orders, and I do not intend on ignoring them." Haruhi attempted to stretch her fingers far enough up her bag to pull on a low-hanging thread that would free her completely.
"What game?" She made her voice disdainful as she secretly struggled behind her back. She couldn't let him see that she was 'that' close to freeing herself. Then what?
"A game where you and the rest of the hosts are simply… pawns. Ace of hearts. Essential pieces that must be involved in a game for it to work, simple as they may be."
"Huh?" Haruhi didn't reply as she strained, and felt that the rope would snap any moment. She squared her shoulders and prepared for the loud SNAP! and the impact to knock her out of her chair. Nothing happened, and she gritted her teeth and pulled harder, forcing to keep the strain from showing on her face.
"Consider it a life-size game of Chess," Amasawa continued, and either he didn't notice Haruhi working away, or he couldn't be bothered to stop her until she'd finally broken loose. "Does that answer your question?" Haruhi was silent, and a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Please help me find the hosts… Please let me escape from this place…
"You are a scholar, are you not?" Amasawa decided not to note that Haruhi didn't speak.
"A scholarship student."
Come on, come on, come on… I'm nearly there…
"So you understand the answer to the question that you just queried?"
"Umm, yes…" Haruhi froze as the Black Magic Club member approached her.
Crappity crappity crappity! He noticed!
A cold sweat broke out as she imagined herself getting punished for trying to escape her bindings. Amasawa cocked his head at her slightly, an eyebrow quirked, his mouth lifted into a half-smile. Or a smirk, perhaps… Haruhi couldn't tell. Then the creepiest thing happened. One second Amasawa was standing five meters in front of her, then Haruhi blinked, and he was gone.
"Wha–" She was cut short as she felt the ropes – the ropes that she had nearly broken free from – tighten once again. Then there was a tiny prick around the nape of her neck. She paled slightly, and then gasped loudly when a cold hand touched the spot where Haruhi assumed that she'd been pricked.
"You have been naughty," he giggled near her ear creepily, and Haruhi shivered, spooked, as she felt the hood of his black robes brush against her cheek as he stood and grinned down at her.
"You've been naughtier," she mumbled, refusing to meet his hazel eyes.
"I see." Amasawa's gaze hardened, and he swept away, his parting words merely, "My president will be paying you a visit shortly. As will your fellow hosts. Mwahahaha!"
Haruhi suddenly felt too drained and scared to attempt to escape once again, and she bowed her head, a sigh barely escaping her lips before the drugs took hold over her mind and she had barely entered a state of hypnotization before Nekozawa came through the doors.
"Fujioka-san," he spoke, and his voice was no different from Amasawa's. Haruhi blinked drowsily at him, and she tried to fully lift her head, but this seemed inevitable at the time. She wanted to speak, she wanted to shout, "What've you done to the others?" But her tongue refused to move. It felt fat, swollen and numb, like there was a giant, lazy worm in her mouth that was taking a nap.
"Amasawa did well," Nekozawa laughed, and crept over, waving his cat puppet the whole way. Then he released her ropes, and Haruhi stumbled to the floor, legs jumbled, all of her weight resting on her arms that she held out in front of her. She tried to move again, but once again, she gained no entrance to her brain. She vaguely heard herself garble something, and the old buzz returned to the back of her mind.
"Oh, Haruhi, you're remembering something!" Nekozawa sounded generally surprised, yet pleased. "I must say, Latin does become you."
Latin. That explained. The buzz grew louder again, throbbing at the back of her mind and irritating her yet further.
GO AWAY!
Bzzz. Let me bzzzzz. gain entrance, Ha bzzzz. ruhi. Bzzzz.
At least you can call me by my real name. Come in, then.
Thank you.
Peace finally washed through her mind, and she gradually grew gladder and gladder that she'd let whomever this was 'gain entrance'. Then she grew worried. Who exactly had she let into her mind?
Who are you?
Ethyl.
You have GOT to be kidding me…!
Ethyl Von Schrewnieder does not 'kid'.
"The others may enter." Nekozawa's words barely registered in Haruhi's mind. She sat there, cross-eyed and confused, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
One by one, each of the hosts filed in, heads bowed.
Tamaki, Hunny, Mori, Hikaru, Kaoru. No Kyoya still. They each glanced up from their line, and when they caught sight of Haruhi, sitting there, her eyes wide, and her expression bamboozled, they each exclaimed.
"What did you do to her?" They all screamed at once, including Mori, which jolted Haruhi for a moment. Nekozawa must have noticed, because his smile faltered for a few moments, but she might as well have imagined it for all she knew. Then all Hades broke loose. Hikaru and Kaoru escaped from whatever magic had captured them, and balls of flaming fire and whirling water whizzed from their palms, smashing against the ceiling, while Tamaki screamed at the top of his lungs, which was not a good noise. (If you have got an older brother, imagine him singing a high note in the showers. If not, just imagine your dad. He'll do.) A small tornado broke out, crushing the stone walls, and Mori drew a katana, striking the ground with it. The floor cracked open, and Haruhi nearly fell through it.
Then Hunny uttered four words. Nobody seemed to understand what he had just said, but Haruhi did.
"We are the Mirrors."
Dramatic exit or not? Let me know, I always need some suggestions to improve on. I hope the Tamaki-screaming thing wasn't too random. O_o
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