Hello! I hope everyone has been enjoying themselves right now, becuase I am not. I went to the library yesterday for a few hours. When I came back out, the ground was covered in three inches of snow. Someone hates me...
So, the story is ending. Really soon. I already have the next chapter written up, and I promise to post it soon! I just really hate editing... ^^; Maybe I will edit both chapters today, and post this next chapter on Tuesday...
Song Obsession of the Chapter: Your gonna go far, kid. By the Offspring. It's really addictive, I can't stop myself from listening to it...
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High school host club, only my characters and plot. The rest belong to Hatori Bisco-sama!
After a while, Kichi pulled herself out of the hug. It wasn't in a rude, or arrogant manner, it was just ending the hug.
"Thank you..." Kichi whispered, looking directly into Takashi's eyes. He nodded solemnly, before ruffling her hair.
"Get some sleep," he told her softly, smiling at her indignant expression.
"You're never going to stop ruffling my hair," Kichi concluded, her voice was in a complete monotone that added to the humor of the statement. Takashi just smiled as he shook his head, and walked towards the door.
"See you in the morning," she called softly, watching him as he halted and looked back towards her.
"See you in the morning," he parroted, causing her to smile as she snuggled deeper into the blankets and fell into a deep, sweetly dreamless sleep.
"Good morning, Chi-chan!" Honey greeted, as Kichi entered the dining room early the next day for breakfast.
"Mornings..." Kichi stated, sitting down in the only open seat, which happened to be next to Takashi and yawning widely. "Worst part of the day..."
"You sound like Kyo-chan," Honey replied, as Kichi glared at him. "And now you look like him too."
Kichi stared at Honey for a minute, before bursting out laughing. The rest of the people at the table smiled at her amusement, those who knew Kyoya's attitude in the morning also allowing themselves to chuckle a little.
"I guess I did..." Kichi replied, before putting some food on her plate. She clasped her hands and murmured "Itadakimau," before taking a large bite.
"Do you like it?" Tora asked, as Kichi's eyes widened comically.
"Is... This.." Kichi started, looking down at her plate.
"Waffles?" Tora answered, smiling slightly. "It's one of the very few foods we eat that are not traditional. But one of our maids loves to make it on weekends, and she has gotten us rather addicted. It's one of the only times I will let someone else cook," Tora giggled, and Kichi smiled in spite of herself.
" These are really, really good!" She said excitedly. Tora smiled warmly at her. Takashi caught their attention, by pointing to a bowl of fresh fruit that was situated in front of Kichi.
"Did you want me to pass the fruit, Takashi?" Kichi questioned, tilting her head as she pointed at the fruit. The whole table except Honey and Takashi all froze, turning to stare at Kichi.
It was a rather uncomfortable silence that followed after that. Until the Lolita-boy himself burst out laughing.
"I'm... sorry," he wheezed, trying to talk while still laughing. "I forgot... to tell you..."
"Honey?" Kichi questioned, as he started laughing again. Tora was giggling at Honey, trying to stifle the noise in her hand.
"Well... Remember when I asked you to call me Honey, instead of Hanninozuka-senpai?" Honey asked, as Kichi rolled her eyes.
"It's hard to forget. What about it?" She replied, as a large, cheeky grin spread across Honey's face.
"Well... I always called him Takashi, but everyone else calls him Mori. I was only meaning for you to call him Mori, instead of Mori-senpai. He doesn't like honorifics much either..." Honey trailed off, counting the seconds until Kichi combusted.
"..." Was the only thing that was shared around the table for about a solid minute before-
"WHAT?" Kichi shrieked, pulling her hands up to her mouth. "YOU WENT ALL THIS TIME AND NEVER TOLD ME? I'M SO SORRY, TAKASHI! I mean Mori-"
Takashi cut Kichi off by waving his hand. The whole entire table was now collapsed into their own laughing fits, and even Takashi was laughing a little himself.
"It's fine." He told her sincerely, his dark brown eyes reflecting his mirth. "I don't mind."
"B-b-but it's really rude, and not respectful, and-" Kichi ranted off again, using large hand motions in her haste, anxiety and embarrassment.
Takashi stopped her by putting a finger up to her mouth, effectively causing her to stop speaking.
"It's fine. I like it." He told her. Kichi wasn't sure if she was imagining things or not, but she could have sworn she saw a light, dusted blush appear across his cheeks for a minute, before he turned back to his food.
Kichi sat frozen in her seat, trying to process everything quickly, without saying anything to make her sound like an idiot. "Oh." Was the only thing she could come up with. It seemed like her effort was wasted.
Honey giggled at Kichi's expense, and she turned her glare back to him. Needless to say, she wasn't overly happy with the Shota boy at that moment. Honey just blinked his eyes innocently, and she sighed. There was no winning when it came to that face.
At that moment, a light ringtone filled the air as Honey's phone went off, interrupting the entertaining breakfast.
"Moshi, Moshi!" Honey answered his cell phone enthusiastically, before his express turned serious.
"Really? Okay, we will be right over!" Honey said quickly, before hanging up and turning over to Takashi and Kichi. "We need to get over to Kyo-chan's right away! He says it's an emergency!"
"Kyo-chan!" Honey called out, as they reached the Oortori manor. They had all hurried out of the door after the phone call, and had made it there in record time of fifteen minutes. "We are here!"
"Come in," Kyoya greeted, gesturing for them to take off their shoes. "Kichi-san, didn't you know you could take off your cast? It's been long enough."
"Eh?" Kichi asked, before looking down at her arm in surprise. "Oh, I suppose I forgot... Wow..." She trailed off, before attempting to pull it off. Predictably, it didn't work.
"Don't hurt yourself." Kyoya said after they all watched her struggle for a minute. "I will get someone to bring scissors. Follow me to the living room, we have more important matters to discuss."
"Right..." Kichi answered, before they all followed Kyoya down a long hallway. They weren't all that surprised to find the rest of the hosts all seated in the living room.
"Hello," the trio greeted in unison, all sitting down. Kyoya sat down on his own separate armchair, as they sat in silence. A maid came with a pair of scissors, and Takashi helped cut the binding of the cast off. The second the cast was off, Kichi breathed a sigh of relief. It felt good being able to move her full arm again. It seemed a little clumsy after three days of no use.
Finally, all of the hosts turned back to Kyoya, giving him their full, undivided attemtion.
"I think that it might interest all of you that we found who the culprit for the attack was," He started as Kichi breathed out a sigh of relief. Both of the twins and Tamaki started celebrating, and Honey was excitedly telling Usa-chan the news.
"Wait," Kyoya said tersely, putting a halt to all noise in the room. "I'm not finished yet. Kichi, there are some loose ends that you're going to have to tie up for us. Right now, the man in question is being held at my family's police station, it's only a little whiles away. He has only agreed to questioning as long as he gets to talk to you, beforehand. We can't reason with him. Unless you don't have any objections, I suggest that we go now."
Kichi just shook her head, a little surprised at Kyoya's actions. Usually he preferred to do all the work himself, and never let anyone else into what he considered his business. So what on earth was going on?
They all arrived at The Oortori police station, before walking inside. It was a large, complex building, with cutting edge and stealthy architecture. Some of the private police men walked over to them instantly.
"Master Kyoya-sama," They stated respectfully, all bowing in unison. "We can escort you to the questioning room."
"That would be nice," Kyoya replied, business-like. They all bowed again, before turning and heading towards a room at the very end of the lobby. They followed them, entering into a large room that was divided into two sections by glass. In one room, a man was sitting at a desk, to which he was handcuffed to, and in the second, there was control panels and chairs for the people doing the questioning. The hosts all looked around at the room, before looking at the man in question. Kyoya patted her shoulder, before motioning for her to open the door, and go inside. Hesitantly, she did, entering the questioning room and closing the door behind her.
Kichi gasped.
"Y-you're..." Kichi started stuttering, pointing at the man who was sitting in the chair. He grinned wickedly at her, motioning for her to sit down at the table that he was handcuffed.
"I'm not who your thinking of. Guess again," he offered. His voice was also so familiar, Kichi just sat with her mouth wide open.
"Oh. I suppose your father never thought about informing you that he didn't only have one brother?" The man questioned again, pounding his fists down on the table. "Maybe he should have mentioned that he had two, twin brothers!"
"Your... Your my Uncle's twin brother?" Kichi questioned, her brain working furiously to process this information. "My Uncle had a twin brother?"
"News flash, I'm your uncle as well." The man said sarcastically, leaning back in his chair. "But I have to hand it to you. You were a lot more trouble to find then i expected."
"... Huh?" Kichi questioned her eyebrows raising comically.
"Didn't you ever question your parents why you were sent to Japan? Or why they never replied, whenever you called them? Wasn't it obvious? Luckily for me, two certain kids also knew where you went. No one else even knew where you were, and the teachers wouldn't tell me." The man relied, with a superior, arrogant tone. Kichi couldn't think, she couldn't even begin to wrap her mind around what he was telling her.
"I still don't understand." Kichi stated after a minute, and the man let out a tired sigh.
"Your parents sent you away and moved, to protect you from me." He retorted, and Kichi blinked.
"But why? Why are you trying to kill me?"
"That starts an interesting story..." The man trailed off, glaring at her. "When I was younger, my parents always doted on your father. They never paid attention to me, or my twin. But we accepted it, and we gave each other attention." He started, and you could practically see the anger wafting off of him. "Then, once we started high school, they ruined our lives. They put us in two separate high schools, and started rambling on about how important it was for us to be independent." He paused for a minute, looking furious, before beginning again.
"After that, my brother was never the same. He was always out of the house, and parties, and laughing. He never had any time for me anymore. Instead, he would go play with is 'other friends.' I was never good enough for him at that point. I was just old news. But I knew this wasn't his own free will. My parents must have threatened him with something to behave like this. It would only be a matter of time before things turned back to normal, and we would go on living like we usually did..." He paused here, his anger turning slightly sad. "But days turned into weeks. And weeks turned into months, and months into years. Before I knew it, I had moved out, and was working at a restaurant waiting tables. But I was still waiting for my brother. After some time, I got an invitation to some wedding from your father. I threw it away, and never looked back. Three years later, i got another letter from my brother. There was a picture of a little baby girl inside, along with a long, long letter from him. I through them both into the fire, and never looked back at their ashes."
He paused again, to look spitefully at Kichi. She shifted uncomfortably. She wasn't used to being looked at with this much hate in a gaze.
"And then the news report came out. About my brother. He was shot, while visiting his niece. It appalled me. Nothing could be more horrible then this. I rushed to the hospital, to find him on life support for the rest of his miserable life. I asked him, who could I blame? Who was responsible for this. But he said no one, and insisted that he just wanted to be visiting you. So it's your fault."
Kichi gasped, looking at the twisted man before her. His scowl had been replaced by a very evil smile.
"If you had never been born, then my brother would have never died. You should repay him with your own life."
"Y-you have to be joking," Kichi said, attempting to stand up. "This is insane."
Suddenly, her second uncle leaped up from the table, sending it crashing down to the ground, and on top of Kichi. He had been fiddling with the handcuffs throughout the whole entire conversation, and had miraculously gotten them to unclasp. His hands were now free, and in them was a large pocket knife.
"They should check shoes more carefully, shouldn't they?" He asked her, apparently amused by her frightened expression. She desperately wiggled, but was unable to budge the large, heavy table.
"Help!" She called out hopelessly as she watched a wide, malicious grin spread across his face. She looked over to the room where the hosts were, as the police were all surrounded by the door knob, rattling it helplessly.
"That door has been faulty for years," Her uncle informed her. "I research the places where I let myself get caught. This seemed like a perfect opportunity. So far, everything has gone according to plan. Maybe after this, I will try and locate your parents. It shouldn't be hard, if I have your phone number. They must be so desperate to hear your voice again."
"No!" Kichi shouted, her voice cracking slightly. "Stop, please!" The man laughed, drawing nearer with the knife.
"And why should I? What gives you the right to live while my brother is dead?" He asked her in a voice of shrewd malevolency. Kichi felt a couple more tears leak out of her eyes as she watched the blade glint slightly. It was coming closer...
CRASH
The glass around them shattered from the observers room. Kichi and her Uncle both looked up to see the cause of the broken glass, to find Takashi looking livid.
"Get away from her," he warned dangerously, making the man laugh again.
"And what are you going to do about it, if I don't?" Her uncle taunted him, waving the blade back and forth.
Takashi didn't offer an answer, instead he sprung forward into an attack. Being the world champion that he was, her Uncle hardly stood a chance. Takashi swiftly jabbed him a couple times in the throat, before side kicking him in the ribs. A couple of cracks could be heard, which sounded ominously like his ribs, before he doubled over. One more kick to the head, and her second uncle fell unconscious.
Everything was silent for a minute, before Kichi let out a strangled sob, still stuck under the table. Takashi turned back from her uncle, and hurriedly lifted the table. Kichi quickly moved out from under the table and found herself enveloped into Takashi's strong arms.
"Thank you," Kichi muttered, her voice muffled from the fact that she was compressed into his chest. Slowly, he picked her up, and climbed back into the observation room. The rest of the police force finally got into the room, and began securing her uncle, as the rest of the hosts all turned back to her.
"Chi-chan?" Honey asked worriedly, but Kichi just shook her head. She was shivering uncontrollably.
"I'm fine, Honey..." She said softly, still in Takashi's arms. "Just a little... light headed..."
"I will take you home," Takashi replied softly, as Kichi nodded. At the police station wasn't exactly the place she wanted to be at the moment. Honey seemed to understand this, as the rest of the other hosts were busy.
"Go," he coaxed them. "We will see you both later, okay?"
Kichi and Takashi both nodded, as he carried her back to the car.
Wheeeeee! That was pretty fun to type... Yes... Ah ha ha... I should put gloves on... I should also go eat some breakfast...
The final chapter will be posted in 2-3 days. I am going to miss talking to you all... But I already have the first chapter for my next story planned out! I will give you all a notice on here once I have it posted, and I really hope that you could all take some time to read that as well. It would mean a lot to me. :3
And lastly, Thanks to Smirk 'N' Sweatdrop, who has kindly helped me with editing. So far, chapters 7,8,and 14 are edited by her. If anyone else is interested in editing, that would be great. Chapter 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 still need to be edited. Chapter 11 is the one that I am most worried over, though... ^^;
See you all next chapter!