OH MA LORD! I am SOOOOO sorry that it took me so long to add this! I had lost my motivation for this story for a while! Well, anyway, I'm back now with a vengeance! I'll try getting back up to date on this if possible. But as I've promised, i will never have a un-ended story in my book. And I never go back on a promise! *really pumped up*

I would like a lot of criticism on this chapter plz! Idk why but there's something about this chapter that seems off to me, but I can't seem to see what it is. D:

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran AT ALL! I am just using them for mine and everyone else own imaginative fulfillment!

Why am I doing this?

"Don't bother hiding your thoughts Haruhi, I am a Soul Parasite after all. I know you know that I can read minds," Kyoya told her, still looking out the window blankly.

"Yes, I know," Haruhi said to him. She pulled down the leather mini skirt a little more in attempts to make it longer on her. She clutched the jacket she was wearing tighter, hoping she was still well covered for now. "Why am I in this outfit again?"

"Because the one we are targeting is positively addicted to two things. Women and sex. He's been picking women up off the streets lately. It's a perfect chance for you to get close to him."

"Why do I need to get close to him?" Haruhi asked.

"Why, to kill him of course. I thought that was obvious," Kyoya said, smiling coyly at her. "That outfit really does flatter you."

Haruhi felt her face heat up. Yes, she was wearing a purple cloth tube top under that jacket, and it only covered about three fourths of her breasts, and none of her stomach. Her leather boots went high past her knees and half way up her thigh, making it uncomfortable to sit with them on. Her hair was messy in a sensual type of way, making her look like she was a street walker.

This was one of the paybacks that Kyoya had been speaking to her of, one of the minor ones. She had to corner this guy that was causing his family trouble, and kill him. Kyoya said it shouldn't be to difficult, seeing as he was a total idiot. Haruhi wasn't to tell Hikaru and Kaoru of this, so she had to sneak out in the middle of the night.

She was fine with the idea of having one of her debts paid off, but Haruhi felt so uncomfortable about the plan, she couldn't find it in herself to feel happy about the fact. The limo came to a stop by a random corner that was deserted.

"Time to get out Haruhi," Kyoya said, smirking at her. Haruhi groaned and slipped off the jacket, and Kyoya gladly took it from her. "Time to start phase one. Just walk up and down the block for a while until he shows up. He's driving a red sports car tonight, so refuse anyone else that invites you into the car."

"Obviously," she said, shooting daggers at him. He was unaffected, and rolled the window up as the limo drove away.

"I will keep in contact with you this way,"Kyoya messaged her."Once you get in the car, I will follow at a distance. Abort if anything goes wrong."

Haruhi nodded to herself and started walking down the block. She struggled with it for a bit because of the heels, but soon grew accustomed to it and walked naturally. This is ridiculous. I feel stupid.

"That's a first," Kyoya said to her. She could hear the humor in his tone, which she growled at. "Well aren't you in a bad mood."

And aren't you in a very good one...

"Thank you for noticing."

Haruhi sighed, knowing this was getting her nowhere. She stopped and looked down the street. As if right on cue, a red sports car turned the corner and headed towards her. She put a hand on her hip and waited as the car came to a stop next to her. The window rolled down to reveal a unshaven looking man that was smoking a cigar.

"Hey, cutie. Need a ride?" he asked.

That's him, don't blow this...

Haruhi sent him a coy smile. "Of course," she said simply. The man nodded and motioned for her to come around. She walked over to the passenger side and got in. The car smelled of cheap cigar smoke and liquor. It took all her might not to puke. The guy snaked his arm around her shoulder as he started driving again.

"Don't let him intimidate you Haruhi. Stay relaxed."

Who says I'm intimidated? I'm just not used to sitting in a strange persons car dressed as a hooker!

Haruhi held back a shutter as Kyoya snaked himself into her soul and stabbed it with his icy parasite claws.

"So you got standards, or is the car good for you," the guy suddenly asked. "Get space between you two," Kyoya blurted.

"A bed would be nice," Haruhi said to him. The guy grinned at her and took a sharp right into a motel. Haruhi felt a creepy feeling go up her spine. It's like he knew what I was going to say...

The guy tried to seem gentlemanly and opened the car door for her, but kept a possessive arm around her waist like she would run away from him at some point. His scent disgusted her, he smelt worse than the car. Sweat, smoke, beer, and human blood. Haruhi's mouth watered at the thought of blood, but punched it down to the deepest corner of her mind. I have to focus, I can't get carried away.

The guy lead her to the room and opened the door for her. "Phase Two, Haruhi." Haruhi barely even hesitated before walking into the room and letting the man trap her inside, and so he did. He came in close behind her and locked the door slowly, making sure she had seen him do it. The casual look he held earlier was gone, now replaced with a more feral and hungry look. Haruhi hadn't even realized she had been backing up while he was doing all this, and touched a wall behind her. The guy looked her over hungrily and ran at her. Haruhi found herself trapped in a corner. The guy chuckled.

"As I thought, this is your first night," he said. He moved his hands up her bare skin to the zipper behind her back that kept the top on her. "It's in your eyes. You've never experienced this before. I'll be sure to be gentle."

Haruhi held back a shutter and put a hand on his chest. "Pity," she muttered, causing the man to pause. "Because I had no intention of being gentle."

Her claw erupted into his flesh, emitting a pained gasp from him. She pushed her claws deeper in, watching his blood run down her arm. She felt her finger pierce through his heart, and a few seconds later he was dead. She used her other hand to push his body off of her hand and let it fall to the ground. She stared at his body for a moment, letting it sink in.

I just killed someone. I murdered someone. His blood is on my hands. His blood...

She looked down at her blood soaked arm, and it felt like electricity to her nerves. She felt herself shaking, and she could feel her fang prick at her lower lip. She brought her arm to her mouth. A taste won't hurt anyone...

"No Haruhi don't!"

The door burst open and before her lips could touch the blood, Kyoya had grabbed her arm and held the blood away from her. "He was drugged with ecstasy before he left the bar. If you drink any of his blood you will be effected by the drugs as well," he told her.

Her throat was dry, and her body craving the red liquid on her arm. Kyoya was forcibly holding her still as he wiped the blood away. Her fangs were fully grown out now, her body craving blood. She could feel her mind turning foggy, the only thing that she was able to comprehend was her body's need for nourishment, and the feral instinct that wanted to take over. Don't lose control. Shut down...

She shut her eyes, chanting this to herself. Her muscles relaxed, her body nearly going limp. Kyoya put extra support to her and helped her sit on the bed. The smell of blood was intoxicating, sweet and tempting. It was all over the room. Her method to avoid losing control wasn't working. She could feel herself resurfacing against her will.

"Haruhi look at me," Kyoya said to her. She opened her eyes, and saw he had removed his glasses, his black eyes now surrounded by silver and his pupils silver as well. The look of them sent waves of fear through her body. "Listen to me carefully. You do not need his blood. You are not in this room. You are back at the manor, sleeping. You are dreaming."

Every word he spoke made her feel relaxed, and she found herself lost, void of all thought except what his voice was saying. She felt tired, and soon fell to darkness.

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Haruhi slowly awoke in a bed. She sat up and looked around, seeing the familiar assets of her bedroom at Hikaru and Kaoru's mansion. Sunlight filtered through the thin lining of the curtains, showing the early morning sunrise. It was all a dream. What a relief. No more late night movies for me.

She got out a bed, but tripped on something cold and leathery. She sat up from the floor and looked to see the source of her fall, and saw a pair of long, leather boots. She stood up in shock, and noticed something else. She wasn't wearing pajamas. She was wearing the outfit from her dream.

She held back a scream so as not to alert the boys of her alarm, but to her dismay, she felt shock and concern flash through her head, and deduced it to the fact that Hikaru had already been awake. She ran to her door and locked it, then went inside her closet and began pulling off the clothes. A loud knocking came from her door, along with Hikaru's voice calling to her. She pulled on a nightgown and silently went back to her bed, pushing the hooker boots under her bed and out of sight. She got in bed and settled herself slightly just as Hikaru picked the lock and opened the door. He went over to her and sat next to her, concern written in his features.

"Haruhi, are you okay? What scared you?" he asked, bringing a hand to her cheek tenderly. She relaxed at his warm touch and took his hand with her own.

"I-It's nothing. I just had a bad dream," she told him, not wanting him to know that it was what she woke up to that startled her. He seemed apprehensive, looking her over a few times. "Hikaru, really I'm okay." Hikaru sighed and moved away.

"Well if you're sure then I'll leave you be," he said, leaving.

"Wait, Hika-." He was already gone. Haruhi let out a sigh. He's been so distant ever since my little fall out with Sunata. What's going on in his head?

After a quick shower and a proper change of clothes, Haruhi went down to the kitchens to grab herself some breakfast. What she found was a shocker. Kaoru was in front of the stove frying eggs and bacon.

"Morning," he said to her.

"Good morning,' she said hesitantly.

"You want some eggs and bacon? I made it for Hikaru and I, but he came down here suddenly and said he wasn't hungry," Kaoru told her.

"That's weird. Kaoru, I didn't know you could cook," Haruhi said, going to stand next to him.

"Well, I'm not very good, Breakfast is all I can really accomplish," Kaoru said to her with a light smile. "Mom had made both of us at least learn how to cook this stuff before we went into high school. Said we needed to at least know how to care for our stomachs once we move out of the house.'

"So Hikaru can cook too?" she asked.

"Heck no, he can't even cook an egg properly," Kaoru laughed. Haruhi let out a light chuckle to his comment. "So, you want some or not?"

"Sure, I'll have some," she responded, giving him a bright smile. A buzzing sound caught her attention, and she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She blinked at the I.D. "I'll be right back, gotta take this."

She walked out of the kitchen and to a side room nearby to get some privacy, then she answered the phone. "This is Haruhi speaking," she said into the receiver.

"Haruhi, glad you are awake and sane," Kyoya greeted.

"That was quite a trick you pulled last night," she said to him, glaring.

"Don't be so hostile, it kept you from losing control didn't it," he said to her. She let out a breath and let go of her temporary irritation. "There is nothing to worry about in case of evidence. There was no trace left behind from your little incident." Haruhi shivered, remembering the dead body at her feet. "Don't beat yourself up about it. At least now one of your more minor debts has been paid off for me. Only three more small debts and then the large one you owe me."

"What is the large pay-off?" she asked him.

"All in due time Haruhi. Be patient, you'll know soon enough." Kyoya hung up, and Haruhi closed her phone with a heavy sigh. If last night was only a minor favor, I can't- no, I don't even want to imagine what the big favor might be.