KOSUKE'S P.O.V.
I fall down the chute for about thirty seconds.
It's totally dark, safe for a few lights every now and then. The metal is cold against my back, and the size of the chute doesn't help my claustrophobia. Finally, I slide to the flat platform. Unfortunately, at the place where the chute and the platform meet, there's a line of metal. A small section of it is raised, and it ends up cutting my thigh through my jeans' material. Luckily, it's only a 1/4 of a centimeter deep all, but it's stinging, and there's already blood surfacing. I stand up, and a drop of blood trickles into the denim of my jeans.
"Kosuke!"
I look up, and I can just barely make out Tamaki's face through the square opening. I think the other Hosts are around him, but it's so dark and I almost can't see him.
"Kosuke, is everything OK?" Tamaki asks in a rush.
"Yes, but it's rather dark down here."
"Do you see Haruhi?"
"...No...it's rather dark down here..."
"Oh...right...Are you hurt?"
"I cut my leg coming down here, but I believe I'm fine."
"Here," Mr. Marquez's voice echoes down to me, "Use this!"
About ten seconds later, something light and square falls on my shoulder. Pulling it off, I realize through touch that it's a handkerchief. "I appreciate it. I believe all I need now is some light."
"Just a second..." I can hear a pair of feet shuffling away for a moment before returning. "Here ya go!"
I don't know what to expect, but soon, a flashlight falls right in the middle of scalp. "Ouch!"
"Sorry!" Tamaki calls down. He then exclaims in pain as the twins slap him upside his head with their hands. Or, at least, I'm pretty sure it's the twins.
Flicking on the flashlight, I sit down, using the handkerchief to cover up the cut on my thigh. I then use the flashlight to look around. But I can't see anything other than dull grey walls made of cement. "Haruhi isn't down here."
Tamaki whimpers like an injured puppy and the other Hosts sigh and groan. Kyoya then asks, "Do you see any doors? Or maybe another chute?"
"I don't believe I see any doors," I say, running my hand along the wall to my left.
To my absolute surprise, the wall swings open. "...There's a door."
Tamaki cheers loudly whilst the others sigh in relief. I raise my flashlight up to them to get their attention. "Do you wish for me to wait, or for me to go ahead?"
"Go ahead," Kyoya instructs, the glow of the flashlight turning his glasses yellow. "I don't think there's anything to wait for."
"Yes, s...Kyoya," I reply. I really have to work on not calling the other Hosts 'sir.' It's not something I'm used to.
I push the door further open, waving my flashlight inside. The door opens up to a wide hallway (well, not exactly wide, but it is compared to the platform) with cement walls and floors. The ceiling is covered in lensed fluorescent troffers.
"Be careful!" Tamaki calls down quickly.
"Don't die!" the twins instruct me.
"I...appreciate the advice...?" I reply slowly before stepping into the hall.
I turn off my flashlight as I enter the hall, seeing no use for it. The hall turned a corner before splitting into two more halls. I sweat a bit in realization that there will be many more halls after this.
"Merda...This place is a labyrinth..."
I gasp and press my beck to the wall nearest to me as someone approaches just around the corner. With their footsteps, I can hear wheels turning softly. Very carefully, I look around the corner to see a burly, with dark skin and a large nose. His black eyes match his spiky black hair. I have a feeling that he worked in the army for some time, judging by his combat boots and camouflage jacket. He looks less that happy to be doing what he is. He's pushing a large crate, and I can hear items clinking and moving inside.
He moves closer and closer to me, any my heartbeat grows louder and louder as the crate comes around the corner...
"Might as well hit the toilette. Who knows when the Boss will let me take another break."
And the crate stops moving. I sigh in relief.
I hear a door creak as it opens and closes. The man has gone inside.
Thinking quickly, I rush over to the crate and, luckily, the top opens easily. The crate is filled with equipment and weapons of all sorts. Ropes, grappling hooks, chains, locks, sacks of food(?), bullets, gunpowder, and some sniper rifles, even. Fortunately, there's just enough room for a girl-pretending-to-be-a-boy to squeeze into.
When I finally manage to get myself in the box, a grappling hook had poked a hole through my hoodie and a sack of gunpowder is putting my foot to sleep. It's also very dark, and it smells like a mixture of animal food and lead. Not two seconds after I carefully shut the top of the crate close, the door opens.
I hear footsteps as the man approaches the crate, and now I feel the crate beginning to move smoothly, but noisily. The man curses to himself. "How much does this thing weigh?"
I can't recall how many turns we took or how many hallways we went through, but soon, the man opens a door and we roll inside.
"Celso, there you are," a slick, thin voice says, and become even more confused. "What took you so long?"
"Scusa, Boss, got lost," 'Celso' replies apologetically, stopping the crate. "Forgot about my map."
"Of course you did, you worthless morionem," the 'Boss' scoffs coldly, "Put the crate over in the corner."
The crate moves again, and it is push into the wall hard enough that the grappling hook pokes through my button-up shirt, almost breaking my skin.
"I can't believe this," the Boss hœdumgroans acidly, "How do you idiotae get a tigris confused with a hœdum?"
Hœdum? Haruhi!
"Don't even answer." The Boss's calm (but annoyed) voice suddenly goes angry. "QUIM! STOP BEING A MOLLIS AND TIE HIM UP!"
"S-sorry, Boss," a shaky voice replies. Unlike the others', this voice is quiet and somewhat gives the person a kind appeal.
"Idiotae," the Boss mumbles, "Celso, Quim, come with me, and tie the kid up good. We need to get the helicopter ready."
Three pairs of footsteps move, and after a loud creak of what I suppose is a metal door, they disappear.
I slowly open the top of the box, looking around for anyone else. But the room is empty, save for a couple of metal chairs, a wood-and-metal cabinet, a cooler, and the crates.
And the giant cage that holds Haruhi.
"Haruhi?"
Haruhi looks up, the entire mouth covered in a red bandana and her hands tied behind her onto the metal bars of the cage. When she sees me, her eyes widen in surprise. "Kmooke?"
I raise myself out of the crate, and I don't remember the grappling hook until it tears all the way down my hoodie and button-up shirt. Ignoring it, I dash over to Haruhi and remove the bandana around her mouth. "Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm good," Haruhi sighs, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
"Who are those men?"
"I have no idea, but I know they're not good news." Haruhi replies. "Kosuke, you need to get out of here. These guys are dangerous, I can tell."
"I came down here for you. I'll-"
The door opens, and I gasp.
There's another man in front of us. He's lighter-set than the others, with tan skin and bushy eyebrows that match his brown hair. He too, is wearing worn-out clothes, as well as large brown boots. He doesn't look angry to see me, rather, he just looks surprised.
I don't know what to do. I don't have a weapon, this guy looks even stronger than Osamu, and he may call the others in here, hurting not only me but Haruhi.
But just as I move, the man holds out his gloved hands. "No. It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."
When I don't reply, he says, "I'm Quim."
"I'm...Kosuke," I respond slowly, unsure of whether he's trustworthy or not.
"Listen, Kosuke. I wanna help you guys get out of here," Quim explains. "But the only way out of here is through there-" he gestures to the large metal door behind him, "-and Celso and the Boss are right outside."
"Isn't there anyway to just distract them?" Haruhi asks.
"Or maybe we could just discuss this like civil men?" I offer.
"The whole discussion thing is already ruled out. The Boss and Celso won't listen to a word I say. If I try to distract them...well, best case scenario, it works. Worst case scenerio, they kill me."
"Kosuke, did you bring your phone?" Haruhi asks me.
Before I can answer, Quim interrupts, "Cellphone reception doesn't work down here."
I gasp as I take off the string around my neck. "But Kyoya gave me this in case something went wrong. It's supposed to send an alarm to his phone."
"...Why didn't you just press it sooner?" inquires Haruhi as she and Quim sweat a bit.
"...I forgot..." I sweat a bit as well.
I then press the small button on the necklace.
NO ONE'S P.O.V., WITH THE OTHERS
"What's taking them so long?!" Tamaki cries as he continues to stare down the dark chute, looking on the verge of tears.
"Maybe they died," Kaoru and Hikaru offer, causing Tamaki to pale.
"Tamaki, one of them is probably just injured and it's taking them a minute to get back."
"How are we going to get Haru-chan and Kosu-chan out once they come back?" Honey, who just awoke from his nap, asks as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.
"We'll pull them up with something," Mori answers simply.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"What's that?!" Tamaki screams.
"My phone," Kyoya replies, slightly surprised as he took out his black phone and flipped it open, holding it up to his ear. "Kosuke?"
"Kosuke?"
I jump slightly as Kyoya's voice buzzes from the device. "K-Kyoya, how are you speaking to me?" I turn the device over and over, trying to find some speaker.
"Nevermind that," Kyoya tells Kosuke as the other Hosts gather around. "What's wrong?"
"IS HARUHI ALRIGHT?" Tamaki screeches, causing Kyoya to push him back from the phone.
"...How should I put it...There are some men down here that have locked Haruhi in a cage, but one of them is fine, and I'm not entirely certain what they want, but I believe they may be poachers and they're hiding under the circus grounds in underground tunnels."
All I hear on the other end is confused silence a few moments.
"...Keeping that in mind..." Kyoya begins, "Is there any way you can get out?"
"No, the men are outside."
"Then can we come down the chute?"
"Yes...But I don't believe I can give you directions here..."
"Wait," Quim reaches into one of his large overall pockets and pulls out a piece of paper covered in sloppy arrows. "I got a map here. You can use it."
"I appreciate it," I tell him, taking the paper and spreading it out on the floor. "Kyoya, I have a map now. If you come down the chute, I'll give you directions."
"Alright, we're on our way," Kyoya replies.
"Kyoya, shouldn't you call the police before you come down here? I know I said I'd give you directions, however..."
"He has a point," Kaoru and Hikaru told the other Hosts, raising their index fingers, "What if those guys have guns or something?"
"I'll call them," Kyoya replies, already typing 1-1-0 into his phone's keys. Then, holding the phone to his ear once more, he asks, "...Where's Tamaki?"
All eyes fell on the chute, which continued to echo Tamaki's cry of "I'M COMING HARUHIIIIIIII!"
"Kyoya?" I say into the device. I repeat myself when no one answers, but I'm greeted with silence once more.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure. He won't answer me," I reply, letting go of my necklace.
"Go inside and check on Quim. The morionem's probably crying in the corner."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Boss, sir."
"Quick! Quick! Hide!" Quim whispers at me in a panicked voice.
I run back to the crate as Quim hurries to put the bandana around Haruhi's mouth. I close the crate, scratching my hand on some wool rope, and look through the holes lining the top. Just as Quim finishes tying the ropes around Haruhi's wrists, the door opens with a loud creak.
"So what all have you screwed up so far?" Celso asks coldly, a smug smirk appearing on his lips. I notice a small scar on the top of his upper lip.
Quim slightly narrows his eyes in a hint of a glare. "Nothing. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, except for you," he leans against the metal door, and I immediately find a disliking for him. "I'm surprised you're still here. Thought you'd run out crying like a little ragazza long before I came here."
"Bet you would have loved that, wouldn't you?" Quim murmurs, refusing to meet Celso's eyes.
"Me and the Boss both. You know, when we get that tiger, the Boss is cutting you loose. Told me himself. 'The ingannare's too much of a burden. The moment Richarma Parnika is in my grasp, he's gonna be emorragia on the street.'"
Quim says nothing.
"Celso, come," the Boss's muffled voice demands from the outside. I dislike him more than Celso. "I need your help."
"It's been nice working with you, Quim," Celso nods to Quim as he opens the metal door once more. "As Shakespeare said, Parting is such sweet sorrow."
And with that, Celso shuts the door behind him.
I sit in the crate for a long moment, contemplating the scene that had just occurred before me. I open the top of the crate, stepping out onto the hard concrete floor. Haruhi is looking at Quim with a compassionate expression in her eyes. Stepping over to him, I set a hand on Quim's shoulder. "Is everything fine?"
"...Yeah," he replies after a long pause. "I'm fine. Don't worry."
"Mr. Quim...what Mr. Celso said just now...about you trying to capture a tiger...could you explain that?"
Quim pauses once more. "We've been doing it for years. Tracking down circuses and kidnapping their most prized possessions, selling them to whoever would pay. The Circus Bandits, police called us. We never got caught. The Boss heard about this place's Bengal Tiger, so we tried to kidnap it...as you can see, things didn't go according to plan..."
I nod in understanding, feeling genuine worry for this man. Then, my eyebrows crease in confusion. "Bengal Tiger?"
"Yeah. Richarma Parnika. Really famous."
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you our very own star! Originating from India, this housecat will surely make your amazement soar. And now, without further ado, I give you...Richarma Parnika!
The ringmaster's voice rings in my ears as if he were actually here. It all makes sense now. The tiger, Richarma Parnika, the circus..."Quim?"
"Yeah?"
"I think you guys got the wrong circus. This is the Marquez family circus. Richarma Parnika's part of the Martinez family circus."
As Quim unties the bandana muffling her mouth, Haruhi asks, "How did you know that?" with wide, surprised eyes.
"I went to their circus, when I was a child."
"The Boss isn't going to like that..." Quim sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "When he finds out we messed up the family names, he's gonna have our heads on a platter."
"Why do you work with him, anyway?" asks Haruhi, turning around in the cage. "You obviously don't like working here, so why don't you just leave?"
"My family's been poor ever since I was a kid. I was promised a lot of cash in a worked with the Boss, and well...I accepted the offer. I didn't realize what we were doing until it was too late."
"We understand," I tell him with a kind smile, "When the police arrive, I believe they'll charge you for helping the Boss with his wrongdoing, but I'll tell them you helped us as well. I believe they'll lighten the charge on you for that."
Quim smiles. A big, genuine smile that takes up his whole face.
"Quim, we need the...COSA DIAVOLO?!"
Haruhi and I gasp as we turn to the doorway. Celso stands there, his face clouded in an expression of confusion, anger, and immense fury. His eyes flicker to Quim, Haruhi, me, and back again. As he yells at Quim, spittle flies from his mouth. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Celso, listen to me-"
"TRADITORE! I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU'RE SCREW UP EVERYTHING! WE WERE GONNA GET A FORTUNE FROM THIS! I WAS GONNA BE RICH! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
Celso runs at us like a charging bull, looking absolutely murderous. Before I can move, or breath, or even blink, Quim grabs me by the shoulder and pushes me back. "GO! NOW!"
And he surprised me by running over to Celso and uppercutting him. Wasting no time, I run over to the other side of the metal cage and rip off Haruhi's bindings. She yanks off the bandana as I turn to the lock bolting the cage shut. Instead of chains, there's a solid metal ring circling from the lock, around the bar, and back to the lock.
I...can't...
"Haruhi, I-I don't believe I can get this off," I say barely above a whisper, fear overcoming my entire body, filling my brian, my lungs, and my heart. My eyes flicker over to a tall cabinet in the corner of the room, next to the door leading outside. "Stay here, I'll see if I can't get something."
I rush over to the cabinet, doing my best to avoid the kicks and punches coming from Quim and Celso's scuffle. I open the cabinet with a loud creak. Inside, there's a large hammer leaning against a box of tools on the top shelf. There's nothing in the large space below it.
Just as I reach for the tool box, a voice explodes in the room.
"HARUHIIIII!"
I gasp as I turn around just in time to see Tamaki exploding through the door. I've never seen him so angry. His violet eyes are lit with furious flames, standing out against his flushed skin. Without even hesitating, he dashes straight over to the cage, rips the bars apart, and pulls Haruhi out.
"AREYOUOK? WHATDIDTHEYDOTOYOU? AREYOUHURT? WHEREAREYOUHURT? TELLMETELLMETELLME!" With each question, Tamaki hugs Haruhi tighter and tighter, as if his life depends on it. I swear he's trembling, and I can see hot, angry tears in his eyes. The sight both warms and breaks my heart.
"Senpai, the only one hurting me is you!" Haruhi exclaims, trying to push away.
"I'm just happy you're okay..." Tamaki sighs, smiling softly. Haruhi smiles too, sweating a bit.
A loud thump catches our attention. Turning around, we see Quim standing over an unconscious Celso. He's panting, and I can see a bruise forming on the right side of his face. He turns to us, and nods to Tamaki.
Tamaki is too pale and frozen to nod back, or even speak.
"Are you hurt?" I ask Quim, helping Haruhi to her feet.
"Nah, I'm fine. We've gotta-"
"Tamaki!"
We all turn to the door, where Kyoya appears, panting ever-so-slightly. Hikaru and Kaoru appear next, then Mori and Honey. "What were you-"
Kyoya stops as he takes in the unconscious Celso, Quim, the cage, and basically everything in the room. There's a long moment of silence, the only sound being the door shutting close behind the Hosts.
"...What?" Kaoru and Hikaru ask, eyebrows furrowed.
"No time to explain," Quim says, taking a step forward. "You guys need to get out of here. The Boss will be here any second!"
Creeeeeeak
"He's already here."
As the door opens, I move instinctively. I don't even think before I crouch inside the cabinet, closing the door behind me without a single sound.
No one makes a single move as the Boss raises his mahogany cane, using his thumb to flick a small switch. Immediately, the golden tip of the cane pops open, and I see the small button on the end of the handle.
The cane's a gun.
The Boss's face is sure to give me nightmares for months. He's smirking smugly, like a spider coming home to see a fat fly in its web. But his eyes are murderous and furious, full of blood-thirst. He steps over Celso's body as if it were a log in the middle of a path. "Step away from the door."
The Hosts take a few steps forward, not making a single sound. The Boss doesn't move from his threatening position, but his eyes shift to Tamaki and Haruhi. "Get up."
Tamaki picks Haruhi up bridal-style and stands with perfect balance, stepping back into the group of Hosts.
"I so do wish we could have met in a nicer fashion," the Boss sighs in mock sadness. "But that doesn't me we shouldn't introduce ourselves. I am the Boss-"
"You're Scelus Leziniaco."
The Boss frowns as Kyoya speaks up. Kyoya looks absolutely fearless, surprising me completely. The Boss-or Scelus, I suppose-smirks wider, "And just how would you know that, puer?"
"You're a criminal. The Circus Stealer. One of the most wanted in the world. You're a thief and a poacher. You steal and hunt animals and sell them illegally." Kyoya's sentences are clipped, his tone bing matter-of-fact.
Scelus looks pleased. "Do you know why?"
"I don't know why you do this. But I think it has to do with your accident."
Scelus frowns acidly, and his gaze turns into a furious glare. "The sign said NO SMOKING. And someone still brought a cigarette inside. And the morionem dropped it. Those stupid animals went crazy, they ran from the tent like the beast they were. That elephantus crushed my leg. That leo killed my brother."
"And now you're going to destory every circus you can get your hands on, right?" Kyoya's gray eyes go icy.
"Of course. After what they'd done, they deserve it. I promised Florens I would avenge him."
"It was an accident-"
"AN ACCIDENT THAT HAS TO BE REPAID!" Scelus shouts so loudly, so angrily that I flinch. "AND IT WILL BE!"
For a few moments, the only sound in the room is Scelus' heavy breathing. Then, he begins to laugh. A dry, humorless laugh. "It's too bad. I would have hired you instead of Quim, puer. Lot more brain than brawn." He flips turns the handle of his gun/cane once again, and I hear a click, loading it. "Too bad they're going to be splattered on the floor once I'm done with all of y-"
WHAP!
Scelus's eyes widen in the few seconds before he collapses to the floor, his cane-gun rattling against the cement.
I breath heavily, the hammer in my hand slipping from my sweaty grasp to the floor, my heartbeat going mad.
I look up at the Hosts, who are all staring at me in pure shock.
"...When are the officials coming, again?"
For the second time since my becoming a Host, the police arrived. Apparently, a large traffic jam had delayed them from arriving. There were five police cars, two ambulances, and a firetruck (why do they always call in firetrucks when we don't need them?) Once again, we were all questioned and inspected, and I was able to get my cut properly bandages, along with my hand, which was coated in a cream that would heal the scratches. Tamaki forced a doctor to inspect Haruhi, despite her protests.
Celso and Scelus were both sent to prison for fifty years, for countless crimes. Quim was given ten years of community service, which he didn't mind whatsoever. Mr. Marquez nearly cried in relief when the villains were loaded into the police cars.
"I can't thank you all enough for your help," Mr. Marquez says once more, tears spilling down his face, "I-I just wish there was something else I could do."
"Don't worry about it," Haruhui smiles at him, waving a dismissing hand. "We were happy to help."
"Can we just point out that Kosuke was the only one who actually helped?" Kaoru and Hikaru ask, sitting on the dge of an ambulance. As I had warned them, they had horrible stomachaches from all the popcorn, and they were now clutching their stomachs after they took some pills.
"Well, yeah..." Haruhi sighed as Tamaki rounded on the twins, looking like he's about to rip out their throats.
"At least let me give you some more clothes," Mr. Marquez insists pleadingly, "It's the least I can do."
I'm confused at what he says-why would he offer us clothes?-when I realize he's talking about me. I look down at myself, and I see what I look like. My pants leg is cut open, showing the bandages underneath. My hoodie and my button-up, from my kidney to the ends of the fabrics, is ripped open. With all of that, my clothes are covered in dirt and dust, and even a bit of gunpowder. I sweat a bit. "I...suppose I could use new clothes..."
Mr. Marquez sighs, as if in relief. "You can take some of Sakus's clothes. THey should fit you just fine."
Sakus, as it turned out, was the youngest Marquez son, and about nineteen years old. But he was rather small for his age, and was almost exactly my size.
He leads me to his closet, where he leaves me to pick whatever clothes I want.
I don't know what I expected-clown suits or tuxedos or polo shirts-but I find clothes rather similar to mine.
In the top rack, I discover a red hoodie that was just like my old one, maybe a bit darker, as well as a white button-up shirt like the one I wore before. On the lower rack, I pick out a pair of black, slack-like jeans and a belt, as the jeans are a bit loose. From one of the shelves, I find a simple black tie. It's inexpensive, and there's another just like it, so I decide to wear it as well. For no real reason, just that I...well, you know...like it.
I pull off my torn hoodie, and then my white button-up, setting them to the side as-
"Hey, Kosuke, you left your-"
I gasp as the door to the closet pushes open.
Kaoru just stares at me a moment, eyes wide and lips frozen in a shocked line. In his hand, he's holding my HRD, which I had to take off due to my hand-inspection. He's staring at the bandages bound around my torso, and though he never moves, his eyes flicker with emotions such as realization, shock, and maybe a bit of...irony? I'm not sure.
After a long moment, he shuts the door, leaving us both in shocked silence.
"...So...just so I'm clear...you're a girl, right?"
"...Yes."
"And you're pretending to be a boy?"
"Yes, just as Haruhi is."
"...O...K..."
"...Did I...offend you somehow?"
"No, no. Just...shocked, I guess."
"I apologize."
"Yeah..."
Pulling on the new button-up, I ask, "You won't tell the others, will you?"
"No, of course not."
"I appreciate it," I tell him as I start putting on the new pair of jeans. I pause, then I add, "You...won't tell Hikaru either, will you?"
He pauses as well. "...No."
I don't reply.
The rest of the time I finish dressing, we don't say a word. I suppose Kaoru had left. I have this weird feeling in my chest, and not a pleasant one.
When I finish dressing, the clothes fit almost perfectly, not showing anything that needs to be hidden. I adjust my wig and pull on my sneakers before opening the door.
To my slight surprise, Kaoru is still standing outside. He gives me a sort of odd look that I can't name. I awkwardly shut the door, and when I turn to him, he's holding out the HRD. I take it with a nod, putting it back onto my wrist and pressing the power button.
"Are you OK?"
I look up at him, confused. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
He gives me a look that says Are-you-kidding-me. "You've been pulped by a gigantic idiot, you've had a heart attack, and you were basically kidnapped by a criminal."
"Oh..." I awkwardly sweat a bit. "Yes, I'm fine. All things considered."
He stays silent a moment, then he smiles a bit and teases, "Big shocker you actually knocked that guy out with a hammer. First impolite thing you've ever done."
Almost immediately, I bow down so fast that my blood rushes in my head. "I apologize! I apologize!"
"It's alright!" Kaoru replies hastily. "I was just saying it was a surprise, ya know?"
I stand up once more, rubbing the back of my head nervously. "Yes..."
Once more, there's a very awkward silence. Then, Kaoru clears his throat and gestures past me. "We should get going."
"Yes, we should," I reply, walking towards the exit, with Kaoru walking beside me.
"Hey, is it hard? Pretending to be a boy?" Kaoru asks, curiosity etched in his face.
I smile a bit. "As you said, I have been beaten by a exorbitant boy, I've had a heart attack, and I was kidnapped by a dangerous criminal. So, yes, I suppose pretending to be a male is a struggle, but it's also...amusing, somehow."
"Guess you and Haruhi are gonna be great friends, huh?"
I chuckle. "Yes, I suppose."
Aaaaaand there's episode 3. I apologize for the late update. I got stuck on a few parts.
I'm not sure when the next episode will be, as I accept episode suggestions from my readers. In other words, SUGGEST EPISODES.
I'm also officially making Kosuke's main theme "Everything's Alright" from To the Moon.
Until next time (suggest episodes!)
~LunarisAmor
