Chapter Eleven:
When Haruhi woke the next morning, her throat was dry and she could barely breathe. The suffocating after effects of a long night with no water and the thick warehouse air were stifling her. Her eyes were crusted shut and as she forced them apart a sharp pain ran along her eyelids.
"You shouldn't move."
That voice. A sharp shock ran down her spine as she realized she was still trapped, still under the influence of the snake man. Shivering slightly, she looked up into his eyes; unable to look away from the cold complacency they held. "My friends…" she gasped, her voice cracking and sounding nothing like her normal sweet voice.
"You're dehydrated," the snake man smiled, brushing her hair back with a cold hand and dabbing a burning wet towel on her neck and face. "I wish I could offer you some comfort… but what kind of kidnapper would I be then?" He asked, a cocky smile lingering on his thin lips.
"Tamaki will… Kyoya will…" She couldn't form rational sentences, she was lost and her mind had become a dense fog. She couldn't tell where she was or remember how she had gotten there. Even her own name was fading into the dark dream encrusted corners of her mind. Nothing made sense and she doubted anything would ever make sense again.
Xxx Kyoya xxX
His feet pounded against the pavement, his movements swift and agile as he darted left then right then left again. His heartbeat pounded in his chest as he willed himself to continue. Tamaki had called, had urged him to hurry and to find the small girl being held hostage. She was crying in the background of the phone call and that was all he knew. The beautiful girl he was falling for was somewhere, lost, frightened and crying. How he hated her tears.
They had to find her eventually, didn't they? Had to come across a trail or a clue or some slight insight into where she had been taken. The area that surrounded the beach resorts wasn't that big… was it?
He sprinted onward, his feet thudding, his heart pounding, his body feeling as if it were about to collapse…. When the large warehouse came into view.
Xxx The Hosts xxX
Tamaki held onto his cell phone with tight fingers, his knuckles turning white from the constant pressure. He willed the phone to ring, willed the deep voice to give him some insight into what they needed to do in order to get his beloved Haruhi back.
He was alone, or at least that's what he presumed. The other Hosts had left the room, left him to his thoughts so that he could compose himself. It was pretty obvious to everyone now that whatever was happening to Haruhi was completely Tamaki's fault. If this man, the one who had his beloved beauty captive wanted to speak with him it was only rational to believe that his reasoning behind taking the girl was a grudge or motive against the Suoh heir himself.
He hung his head; his blonde bangs falling over his eyes as he finally let himself go. Tamaki's body shook with sobs, his hands covering his face, his cell phone lying in his lap. She was gone and he was responsible. Instead of caring for her like he had promised her mother and father, he had let her down. He was the cause of her trouble. Never had the head of the Host Club felt so alone and hurt.
"I'm so sorry…" He whispered, his body aching for her small frame to be in his arms again. "I'm so, so sorry…."
And the phone rang.
