Lost in the Dark
By E.M. Megs
Chapter 13 – In Need of a Savior
When she skidded to a stop in front of Yuiichi's bedroom she could hear the faint sobbing of a scared child through the door. Haruhi swallowed slowly and pushed the door open, realizing belatedly that she hadn't brought a weapon. An arrow flew by her head, implanting itself in the door behind her. She ducked down quickly, scanning the room.
Yuiichi was on the ground, his attacker on top of him. His wife, Mayuri, was unconscious and bleeding. Yuki was in a corner crying with a second assassin bearing down on her.
Thankfully, she recognized the heads of flaming red hair and quickly called out the names of her two Moradian guards. "Hikaru! Kaoru!" Both their heads swiveled in her direction so she could tell which was which. Hikaru was by Yuki while Kaoru was on Yuiichi. Both sets of eyes were filled with shock.
She addressed Hikaru first, knowing that Kaoru would listen to her quicker. That and Yuki was a child. She was so scared she probably could hardly even think. "Hikaru, let her go."
He didn't seem to understand, staring at her like a stranger. "You're... stopping me from carrying out what I was assigned?"
"She's just a child! Let her go." She hated the pleading note that had taken hold of her voice. She should be able to push an order at him and have him obey straight away for crying out loud! Hikaru just moved closer to her, pressing a knife to the 5-year-old's throat. "HIKARU!"
He growled a little in frustration and looked at her. "Namahi," he stated, rather coldly, "I'm doing my job."
"She's five!" That tactic didn't work so she switched, licking her lips as she strode closer, trying to ignore the small pool of Mayuri's blood that was starting to form. "Hikaru, imagine me when I was five. Pretend that we still live in the Moradian palace. Narian assassins are closing in on me, Dad's dead. Just think of how scared I am. I don't know what's going on! She's exactly the same! Exactly the same!"
Haruhi was close enough to touch him. Yuki whimpered a small, "Auntie Haru..." while she laid a shaky hand on her friend's shoulder. She didn't even look at Kaoru, knowing he had frozen the moment she'd said his name. She just kept her eyes on Hikaru and the knife that was in his hand.
"Let her go," she whispered.
"You're defending them." The older twin was mad. Very mad. "You're defending the very people that destroyed your life, you know that Ha-Namahi?"
"Yuki wasn't even alive back then," she replied softly. The younger Hitachiin still hadn't moved. Yuiichi was staring at his wife's face. Yuki was staring at the brunette. "She holds no responsibilities for her grandfather's actions against Mora 20 years ago. Let her go." Slowly, the hand holding the knife lowered to his side and Yuki ran towards Haruhi, who lifted her up and walked toward the opposite side of the room.
"Kaoru, free him," she murmured on her way past.
"You know that interfering with a Kiran operation is going to get you killed right?" the younger twin demanded hotly, staying where he was. "It was one thing giving full battle plans to them to save soldiers lives. Saving them directly from an assassination?"
"You won't tell!" she snapped back, setting Yuki down. The little girl clung to the older woman's leg. "I know you won't! Neither of you will! If you did, my father would be so god-spitting furious with you that he'd have both your heads! Not to mention your father! Your father's been mine and Dad's guard since Dad took the throne from his uncle three years before I was born!"
Yuiichi did not seem pleased. Not at all. "Haruhi," a voice intoned from behind. She turned, seeing Kyoya standing there, bleeding slightly but otherwise unharmed. Haruhi pushed Yuki toward her uncle gently. She gladly ran over there.
She glanced at the twins. "For God's sake Kaoru! Get off of him!" The red-head grunted under his breath and climbed off of the First Prince while Hikaru stared at his brother in disbelief.
"You're... just going to let him go?"
"There's not a lot to do about this, Hikaru!" the younger snapped back impatiently. He too seemed a bit angry with Haruhi though. "She's ordering it so. I can't do anything but obey." Yuiichi was by his wife's side in a manner of seconds, trying to see if her injuries were too severe to be healed.
Haruhi knelt down by Mayuri as well. Feeling her wrist for a pulse. She found a faint one. Faint and quickly fading. She glanced at Kyoya then his brother quickly. "Stop the blood flow, then give her a transfusion. You can use your magic better than I can. And it won't make you dizzy from one spell." He didn't reply, just started working.
"Haruhi," Kyoya repeated from the door. She looked straight at him.
"I know," she grumbled, "I'll explain soon enough."
She turned to the twins, who were next to each other now, Hikaru still armed with a knife while Kaoru held a bow and arrow. She strode over to the two of them, speaking in a low voice. "You two get out of here. Tell General Fusawa that you failed in your mission. Don't mention anything about me."
"You were supposed to kill him weren't you?" Hikaru spat, gesturing behind her to where Kyoya was holding his niece. She closed her eyes and turned her face away. "I never really saw you as the traitor type, Haruhi."
"I'm not a godforsaken traitor," she growled in frustration, "How many times do I have to tell people that? Shybrar! Goa oust. Leftri. Pretend I was never here."
"If you were never here then this family would be dead already." This was from Kaoru.
She stared at him. "Kaoru! Christ! You know everything! Assassinating the royal family is not going to solve anything! Just leave! If you must tell then do it! God, I don't even care anymore, I can just stay here for the rest of my life and never see Dad again! Let him and Tamaki think I'm dead!" she exclaimed, so incredibly stressed about the entire situation that she couldn't even speak properly.
"Are you in love with him?" Hikaru demanded.
Her eyes shot immediately to the older twin's gaze. "No. Far from it."
"Why in all of Filandria do you feel so loyal to him then, Haruhi? His father destroyed your life!"
"That wasn't him! They don't deserve to die just because their father and my grandmother killed my mother and crushed my entire future there! They aren't their father!" She could hear rumbling footsteps like a thousand elephants. "Shybrar! Get out! You'll be killed if you stay here!" She pushed them toward the balcony.
Kaoru reluctantly followed her order. Hikaru had more to say though. This time though he did it with his actions instead of his words. He turned back from the balcony, close enough for her to hug him if she wanted to. The blade of the knife in his hand drove into her stomach, twisting. She choked up a bit, staring into his face. "You're a traitor to Mora," she whispered.
He seemed indifferent. "I may be a traitor to Mora, but Mora's gone. You're a traitor to Kira," he murmured while his brother stared at her in horror.
"Hikaru! Why-? Haruhi!" Kaoru yelled, running toward her. She shook her head quickly, telling him with her eyes to get out. The thunderous footsteps of the guards were tremendously louder.
"I'll be fine. Go," she hissed, turning back toward the Narian royals in the room. Kyoya's eyes, though glaring at her slightly, were drawn immediately to the knife still stuck in her stomach, her hand grasping it lightly. Yuki's face was buried in his shoulder. Yuiichi was still working furiously over Mayuri.
Haruhi felt slightly faint as the realization of what just happened washed over her. Hikaru had stabbed her. Her guard had stabbed her. The shock was worst than the actual injury. She gasped a little, blinking furiously. She stumbled a bit toward Mayuri and Yuiichi, forcing herself to stay calm. Her knees collapsed directly next to the woman. She took in the damage done to Yuiichi's wife. A large bloody hole from either a knife or a sword in her left-upper chest. She swallowed back bile quickly.
"This is your fault you know," Yuiichi growled, slicing his finger to give Mayuri a blood transfusion. Haruhi once again felt for a pulse, feeling Kyoya's eyes on her. She tried to ignore the oldest Ohtori sibling's words, feeling the truth behind them deep within her. "Is Yuki injured?"
"Not that I can see," Kyoya murmured, setting the small girl down gently. Haruhi, though slightly faint, motioned to the girl.
"Don't. Touch. My. Daughter," the First Prince bit out word by word, glaring up at her.
She looked at him, freezing a bit before continuing what she was doing. Yuki gladly transferred herself from her uncle to her adopted aunt. Her father's glare increased. "I'm checking her for wounds," she mumbled, trying to console him.
"I don't fucking care!" he snapped, "Don't touch her!"
Kyoya sighed and shook his head as guards burst into the room. Haruhi looked Yuki over. Besides a small nick on her throat from Hikaru's knife she didn't seem too severely injured. "Haruhi," the Third Prince murmured with a hard edge, "You haven't pulled out the knife yet."
She shook her head, grunting a bit when she realized that it actually hurt quite a lot. "Pulling it out will only cause it to bleed more." She whispered a quick scratch healing charm under her breath and pressed a finger to the 5-year-old's neck. It disappeared almost before her eyes. "There," she said softly, smiling at Yuki, who wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck, "All better."
The guards were talking with Kyoya, who kept glancing at her. She briefly heard the words, healers, red-heads, and Kirans. She shut her eyes and slid her arms around the little girl that was clinging to her. "Is mommy going to be ok?" she asked softly. Haruhi glanced down at Mayuri then back at Yuki.
"I don't know, Yuki," she mumbled. Yuiichi was still glaring daggers at her while she held his daughter. Frankly, she was surprised that the little girl still trusted her after she had shown complete recognition of the attackers.
She picked Yuki up, knowing she couldn't just leave her by her mother's wounded body and stood. Haruhi strode to Kyoya, knife still protruding from her stomach. The head guard glanced at it then her face. The raven-haired Prince took his niece from her as she mumbled a bit dazedly, "He stabbed me."
Her hand wrapped around the knife in her abdomen and yanked quickly. The blade slid out easily, causing her to elicit a small gasp. The guard called in a healer quickly but she shook her head. "Kyoya. Clot it will you?" He nodded and cast the small charm on her wound. "Your siblings and father?"
His jaw set a little, slightly annoyed, slightly angered. "Akito and Uherfa are in pretty bad shape. Healers are already there. Sachi is in a coma-like state from a head wound. She most likely won't make it. Fuyumi was shot in the shoulder but is otherwise fine. Shido's a bit worse off than his wife but he'll live."
She couldn't look him in the eye. She didn't want to see any of the betrayal that was laced in his gaze. This was her fault. The mother lying in her own blood on the floor being worked on furiously by her husband was her fault. The injuries that the rest of Kyoya's family had obtained were her fault. She turned her body toward him. "And you?" Her eyes went straight to the bloodstain on the shoulder of his night-shirt.
He shrugged a bit indifferently and murmured, "Gashes on my shoulder and chest. Not much else."
He was distant. And for some reason, Haruhi didn't like that one bit. Distance meant that he might hold this against her as Yuiichi now did. She swallowed and turned away, feeling faint from shock even though her knife wound was burning with healing. She was supposed to start on her way home tonight. Something told her that she wouldn't be for quite a bit longer.
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She could hear them arguing again. Directly after the attempt, they had argued furiously. Now, they were again the very next night. They weren't very subtle. She could clearly hear Yuiichi's angry yells from where she stood in the hall, frozen, then just barely the slightly quieter calm replies of his youngest brother. "I want her hung, Kyoya! I told you that she couldn't be trusted! I told you!"
"She was perfectly justified in her actions," the younger snapped back in her defense, "She was given orders, she was merely following them. She specifically didn't harm anyone!"
"Indirection," Yuiichi growled, "She indirectly killed my wife. I want that zingl uoroustrai prewh dead!" The Narian insult lashed out at her.
"She saved your daughter for Sistch's sake! She tried to save Mayuri too! Yuiichi! Her magic isn't finely tuned enough to perform the things that were needed to save her! If she could have she would have."
"And you know this because her word is so reliable!"
"Not that," Kyoya spat indignantly, "She never told me anything about her feelings on this matter. I know she would have because she was just as distraught as you were when she found out Mayuri died! You could see it on her face."
The door opened as she stared at it, head hung. The Ohtori faltered when he saw her standing there. She just held back a slight sob and hurried away, ignoring the look on his face.
–
When he returned to their room an hour later she was sitting on the balcony, half-contemplating throwing herself off of it while also knowing that suicide shouldn't have been something she should be thinking about. She sighed and leaned her head back against the chair she was sitting in.
She felt his presence behind her before he even announced it, beating him to the punch. "Your brother hates me. He blames me for his wife's death and he wants me dead. He's right. It was my fault. I could have told you the actual time for the execution but I didn't."
"To protect yourself," Kyoya intoned dryly, "Albeit a bit selfish, it's understandable."
She chortled sarcastically, her lids closing over dark-stress-laden eyes. "Everything I always do seems to be to protect myself no matter what I try to claim." She sighed heavily and added in a soft mumble, "Things would be so much easier if Mora had never fallen."
"I meant to ask you about that, by the way," he replied quietly, slowly walking around to lean on the stone railing in front of her. "When you were having that little chat with those twins, you kept referring to a throne and my father and your grandmother destroying your life." He licked his lips. "The only throne I can think of that would apply to your heritage is the Moradian one. Care to explain?"
She sighed and shook her head. "I'd rather not. But I don't suppose you're going to give me a choice are you?" A small shake of his head sufficed. "I didn't think so." Drawing in a shaky breath she told him, knowing that if he was defending her with his brother when it was her fault, then he could be trusted.
"20 years ago, shortly after I was born, my grandmother came to visit with claims of wanting to see her darling baby granddaughter. My parents protested, Mum quite a bit more than Dad. Grandmother was mad at Dad for stealing her daughter away. When Mum tried to stop her, she banished her to the Outlands. She evaded Dad and made her way straight to me.
"That's when she cursed me. And I hear those damn words of that stupid curse repeating over and over in my head every time you kiss me like it's trying to remind me, 'You're cursed Haruhi. You can never live a normal life. You'll always have to hide and you can never love anyone without living in fear that one day you'll have to kill them.'
"She left me and Dad in the palace for us to be killed by the Narians that were already forcing their way through the gates. They probably reported to your father that we were dead to cover up the embarrassment of the mistake that the King and Princess got away."
She didn't open her eyes through her entire speech, not wanting to see that same angry look of betrayal in his eyes. When she did he was staring at her, jaw set. "And you refrained from telling me this before because...?"
"Do you think I talk openly about this with just anyone?" she snapped, "Do you think I'm stupid enough to just randomly admit that you're supposed to be my worst enemy? 3 months ago, you weren't trustworthy, Kyoya."
"And I am now?" he snorted.
She sighed and grumbled a bit under her breath in frustration, running a hand through her hair. "Yes. You defended me against your brother. Now you're trustworthy."
"So The Witch is your grandmother?" A nod. "And your father's Moradian King Ryoji Fujioka?" Another nod. "You lying little weasel. 'The name makes me feel closer to my heritage.' Mjitbush. It's your real name." He seemed more angry at himself for not being able to make the connection then he was at her for not telling him sooner. "That's why you were so worried about The Witch watching dinner. If she saw you, she'd know you were her granddaughter."
She was exhausted. Utterly exhausted. "You can tell your father if you please. I don't care. I'll just run again like I always do. And it would certainly insure you the throne."
"Once The Witch knows you're alive she won't rest until she's found you. There'll be no where to hide. She has immunity of the state here and Kira. I didn't spare your life twice just for you to be murdered by her." His own disgust with The Witch sounded more clearly in his voice than she'd ever heard it before. "Besides, Father's treatment of handling the Moradians was ruthless and unnecessary. I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone. Not even you."
She closed her eyes again. So she wasn't about to die and Kyoya was trustworthy. She put her hand on the healing knife wound on her stomach that burned faintly. The memory of the look on Hikaru's face remained burned in her mind.
"I always try to do the right thing," she murmured under her breath, "But somehow that just screws my life up."
Kyoya either didn't hear her or was ignoring what she said. "Why didn't you kill me? That's what I can't figure out. I should be your worst enemy and you had me right there, yet you didn't do it. Why?"
She sighed a bit and answered quite simply, "Your father is the one that destroyed my life. You and your siblings had no part in it."
He was silent for the longest time. Then he murmured, "I'm going to bed." She nodded in acknowledgment. Her eyes shot open in surprise when she felt his lips on her briefly. "Goodnight, Haruhi," he breathed. Her chest hurt, both from the strange yanking that always came when he kissed her and how fast her heart was beating.
"Night," she breathed back, trying to act like it hadn't affected her at all. She noticed the small smirk on his lips though. He knew it had.
–
"I could have turned that knife on you, you know," he muttered the next day while she was reading. He'd looked like he'd been in deep thought. "Just like I could have freed myself in the dungeon if I had wanted to."
She snorted. "Why didn't you then?"
"I knew you wouldn't do it." She was silent. "You don't just kill someone who's saved your life twice, Haruhi. No one does unless they're heartless." She was oddly quiet. Everything was bugging her. How much she seemed to trust him without a second thought. The twins on their way back to Kira. How she was going to convince the General not to have her hung if the twins told. How she could explain being so late home in the first place.
"I have to go back," she murmured, not particularly pleased with the idea in the slightest. "I have to go back or they'll either think I'm dead or that I've turned against them."
"Are you crazy?" he questioned softly, "They'll kill you."
"Hikaru and Kaoru wouldn't tell the General anything."
"Hikaru stabbed you! You think he won't tell? He injured you. And that injury's an excuse not to go back quite yet too."
"It'll heal," she snapped, resisting the urge to smack some sense into him. Why was he so worried?
"Not properly! If you're traveling for two days straight it won't heal properly!"
"Kyoya," she sighed, "If I'm still injured when I get there then it's an excuse as to why I was late and why I came back. They may have wanted me to kill you but if I got wounded badly enough to make me fear for my own life then they wouldn't hold it against me if I fled."
"If either of the twins report your interference back to your General, it won't matter what you say. They'll kill you for high treason. I don't want that to happen to you, Haruhi."
Her heart clenched. Not quite in the same way it had been but still enough to make her flinch. She'd figured out by this time that it had something to do with her curse. "Stop acting like you care," she grumbled, pulling the blankets over her head while he stood there next to her.
He yanked the covers back down and hovered over her. "You think I'm acting? Christ. If I was acting I wouldn't have saved your goddamn life twice," he growled back, glaring into her eyes. Her heart tugged even harder causing her face to screw up in pain. She shut her eyes quickly, trying to will this horrible feeling in her chest away.
"Stop saying that," she whispered hoarsely, "Every time you say something like that or kiss me or some other shit like that, it hurts. Just stop."
His eyes were boring into her closed ones. She didn't open her eyes but there was that twisted look of pain on her face. It really did hurt her. No one could fake that look even if they wanted to. He grunted with frustration and withdrew to sit on the edge of the bed. "You yourself said that you trust me. I trust you."
"Then trust me to come back alive," she interrupted before he could finish, her eyes flickering open to stare at him.
He scowled at her. "I wasn't finished. I assumed that that mutual trust made us friends. You care for your friends. As do I, though I don't regularly show it." He sounded slightly bitter, like he didn't have many friends that he could call such. She didn't think that he had people that he could just be himself around. Even his family.
She sighed. "If we're friends then you'll let me go back so I won't be under more suspicion then I probably already am," Haruhi mumbled, keeping her eyes locked on his. "I could just leave without consulting you. But I'm asking your permission. Please."
His eyes were slightly troubled as he reluctantly consented. "You better mean what you say about those twins," he growled, slightly angry as he stood and walked around the bed to his side.
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When Haruhi woke she was surprised to find Kyoya staring at her, eyes free of his regular spectacles. She blinked a few times tiredly and stretched, wincing slightly as her wound stretched uncomfortably. Something dribbled down her side, staining her night clothes on the way, and soaked into the sheets.
She glanced down at the same time her companion did. His hand quickly darted out to touch it while whispering, "Cruor Tela." His eyes moved back to hers, silently scolding her for persuading permission to leave out of him when she was still injured like this.
"I'll be fine," she whispered, "Don't worry, Eowsha Sincep."
"I'm not worried," he growled stubbornly, "I'm using common sense. No one with that kind of injury should travel anywhere."
She rolled her eyes and pulled herself up, snapping her magic toward the injury to make it heal faster. "Yuiichi still wants you dead, he's temporarily relinquished his rights to the throne due to being emotionally compromised. Father isn't in any condition to rule. Fuyumi and her husband have no right to the throne here since they're from Pait. Sachi died last night thus Akito's also emotionally compromised on top of practically being paralyzed." She froze in gathering the clothes she was going to change into. She had known it was bad, but not that bad. He hadn't given her specifics before. "Until my father is in a steady condition to think properly, I'm King."
She felt her breath die in her throat. He was King. She looked at him. "And this is supposed to convince me to stay how...?" she murmured, plucking her bag out of a corner and rifling through it for clean clothes.
He hesitated slightly before explaining, setting himself up on one elbow. "It's a tradition that Narian Kings be engaged when they take the throne."
Haruhi froze, catching on to what he was trying to say. "I can't. You know that. It's risky enough to act like I'm your lover. Your fiancé? That's just asking for disaster. If we go through with that act I may as well kill you now."
He sighed and nodded begrudgingly. "I haven't fallen for you. I doubt I will. It shouldn't be such a big problem."
She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "Kyoya, I can't," she muttered, "You might not love me but that doesn't mean that I won't ever fall for you. I don't have the same control you do."
"There shouldn't be any repercussions for you if I remember your curse correctly."
She whirled around and stared at him. "I didn't tell you the second part did I?" She licked her lips while he shook his head slowly. "Let's say... Some guy loves me. Alright, I kill him. But I love him too... Then I... kill myself as well." She gauged his reaction, noticing that his expression didn't change in the slightest. "I simply can't risk it."
"I understand," he murmured, laying back down while she scuttled off to the bathroom to change instead of sending him out to the balcony.
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She was glad when she realized that they didn't need to keep up their act as lovers as long as Akito was bedridden. It meant no heart-tugging at Kyoya's fake-romantic antics. Her wound burned incredibly, much to her chagrin. She had never tried to travel cross-continent with an injury like this before. Which, now that she thought about it was probably why he hadn't wanted her to leave.
She made her way away from the castle with her bag slung over her back. "Haruhi!" his voice called after her. She turned. "Three weeks! Stay safe!"
She nodded and called back, "I will, Vyro Kestyma!"
She didn't bother looking back again as she turned. In 2 days time, she'd be home, hopefully without having to face any drastic circumstances brought about her by Hikaru or Kaoru's rash actions.
–
When she finally stumbled into camp in more pain than she really should have been a few soldiers that recognized her rushed over and helped her to the General's tent. The only reason she could think of for it hurting so bad was that it was infected. Her magic – fighting off infection while also trying to heal it – was probably having a hell of a time attempting to do its job.
"Marioka," Fusawa noted with surprise when she was admitted inside.
"Sir," she replied, wincing a bit and pulling up her shirt a bit. Angry red and just a tad green. As she expected. She swore a little under her breath.
"I assume that is why you're 3 days late." She nodded once. "Hmm. Well then, report."
So far, it didn't seem like either of the twins had told on her. Which just made a pool of relief wash into her chest. "He's... still alive, sir. It seems that he had more combat knowledge than I was aware of and flipped my weapon on me." She gestured to her middle with one hand.
Fusawa tsked a bit. "That probably means that you can't return. He would recognize you. Tch... Such a waste of talent."
"I'm sorry, sir," she muttered, thinking up a plan. She was hesitant. "I could... register again under a different name and at a different camp. He rarely visits the other ones, you see."
A soft thoughtful noise hummed from between his pursed lips. She held her breath for a moment. "If you think you could handle it... Perhaps something could be arranged."
"I'm pretty sure I can handle it, General Fusawa," she murmured, releasing the breath, "Just as soon as this damn infected thing is healed."
He nodded. "A healer is needed perhaps?"
She shook her head. "I'll request that Kaoru or Hunny heal it a bit for me. Should be fine once it gets a bit of a magical jolt from a real spell."
"Alright. Dismissed then," he replied. She saluted and retreated from the tent towards her own in a hunt for the younger twin or the small blonde Gratwenien magician.
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A/N: Eowsha Sincep = Shadow Prince. Vyro Kestyma = Your Majesty (As opposed to Vyro Inesshig which means Your Highness. Since Kyoya's acting King at the moment.)
Wounds seem to like Haruhi's middle don't they...? Hmm. I dunno what I'm thinking with this train of thought.
You're lucky... I was going to leave this off in a cliffhanger. But I decided to be nice. I also worked hard to get it up before school started again (since I know FOR A FACT that Chem is going to SUCK UP MY LIFE AND FREE TIME.) Trying to get Rule 51 finished too. Dunno how that'll work out. I seem to be a tad stuck.
I also apologize for the rather late update on this. I got a little side-track by an original story of mine that I got from a dream. (I'm writing it out... I swear. And my best friend's helping storyboard it for me.) 10 pages to make up for it? Whee?
Kudos to: BlackestNight BrightestDay, Enigmaticrose4, YelloMarker, Mrs. Ootori43ver (Like... x10 for FINALLY guessing the heart-tuggings thing correctly), Mikame15, just another reviewer (Haha... You always make me laugh (: I appreciate it), Twilightrewriter, XxNightShroudxX, Jengurl24, The Phantom Devil, ItaSaku29, and JUCHKO.
Jesus... I died with happiness. Twelve. -Dies more- Someone I think also guessed that Hikaru and Kaoru were going to be assassins. Don't remember who. But you get a ton of Kudos too.