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She bit her lip and fixed her stance. She turned her head sideways so she could press her ear against the door and wait for the people. The footsteps and voices were close. She looked at Yoshio one more time, making sure that the man was asleep. And then she took a deep breath and opened the door so quickly that the masked man stumbled down, completely taken off guard. Before he could do anything as blink, Haruhi was already on him. She punched him on the face when the man started to struggle.

"Shit, asshole calm down if you don't want me to smash your brains on the floor," she grumbled irritated.

She knocked him out after a bit of struggle, then dragged him into the utility room. Yoshio was still sitting there unconscious. The rifle the masked man was carrying was left on the floor. Haruhi took it and after a moment of thought opened the small window on the staircase platform. She could see the sniper on the roof, but this rifle was useless for that kind of distance. She wouldn't hit him even if her aiming was perfect.

"Shit," she mumbled and lowered her head when she heard someone coming up the stairs. She waited for a few minutes, and then she saw the masked men, rushing up the stairs. How many where there? Five? Six?

She groaned and moved back into the utility room. Now it was crowded with the bastard's body she just knocked out and her bleeding father-in-law still leaning against the wall. She scowled as she scanned the face of the man she had kicked into unconsciousness. She knew he wasn't a member of security or anything. So the men coming up the stairs were just as dangerous.

She pushed out the magazine to check the cartridge count in it. It was fully loaded and was enough to shoot all of these bastards, but she wasn't sure she wanted to kill her suspects and be left with nothing. She rubbed her forehead. She couldn't let them go into the ballroom and kill everyone there, either.

"What the heck!" Haruhi gritted her teeth. "Where is the fucking security?"

When the masked men swarmed the platform with loaded rifles, Haruhi's breathe froze in her throat. There were three of them. At least that's how many she could see from her hideout. She pushed the door slightly open and stuck out the barrel. She closed her eyes to take a breath and pulled the trigger, aiming for one of the men's knees. The pain would be enough to incapacitate them. Who said she wasn't going to choose a joint to shoot at to cause this bastards faint from pain.

A loud crack was blasted as she pulled the trigger, and the man with the mask fell on the ground with a loud yelp of agony. Haruhi shifted the gun towards the other one and aimed for his knee. But her hand shifted when she heard Yoshio's throaty groan.

"Haruhi," he coughed, staring at her. She stared at him frozen, but her father-in-law's eyelids drooped again, and the bullet that left the barrel went to the man's stomach and knocked him down.

Before Haruhi could aim for the other or even check to make sure Yoshio was alive or awake or both, the third man pulled the door open and pointed his rifle at Haruhi. His eyes widened when he noticed the elegant woman in a torn red dress, sitting on the floor among two unconscious wounded men, surrounded with mops and bottles of cleaning supplies. That's all Haruhi needed. Taking advantage of the man's confusion, she sprinted forward and wrestled the man down. His mask fell off of his face.

She aggressively grappled the man by the neck, and if he was confused before, now he was completely shocked. He coughed and choked and finally made a move to pry Haruhi's hands away from his throat. But he didn't expect the woman with expensive attire, groomed appearance, resembling a pretty doll to headbutt him on the face.

"You peace of shit," she snarled angrily when the man tried to thrust his legs forward and use his weight to his advantage and push her down. She twisted her legs and locked her thighs around the man's lower body, making him immobile.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man coughed, struggling against her hold.

Haruhi licked the blood from her split lip and gave the man a dirty look. "You will find out once you wake up," she said before landing a hard punch on the man's face.

[***]

"Hey, Kyoya, what the fuck is going on here?" Hikaru questioned, rubbing his thumb against his flexed index-finger neurotically. "Why are we being escorted out? Where is Haruhi?"

Kyoya turned to face the twin with an unreadable expression. "I am sorry," he said politely. "We have a complication with our security that needs to be addressed, and we can't have guests here. You should go home as well."

"Cut this bullshit," Hikaru demanded. "Where is Haruhi? What the hell is going on? Security check up isn't a good excuse. You must be stressed if you couldn't come up with something more believable."

"Don't make a scene," Kyoya warned him impassively.

"Then don't lie to me," Hikaru raised his voice. "If Haruhi is in danger, I want to know. I can help."

"Ootori-sama," Tachibana approached him and glanced at the twin warily.

Kyoya sighed and nodded. "It's alright, Tachibana-san, you can speak in his presence."

"We found two snipers located in the opposing building. I am putting my men to liquidate both of them, and we have informed the police about the situation."

"What the fuck?" Hikaru screamed. "Don't tell me something happened to Haruhi. You asshole, you were supposed to take care of her."

"Nothing has happened to her," Kyoya mumbled more to himself, and then he covered his face with his palm. "Nothing has happened to her."

"Shit," Hikaru grumbled and took out his phone. "I will be in a moment."

He walked out, leaving Kyoya alone with Tachibana and some of the security guards.

"We are trying to get the power back and enter the ballroom, sir," the head of his security said. "I am sure Haruhi-sama is safe. You know she is a strong woman."

Kyoya rubbed his face. Haruhi may be strong, but she was pregnant, hormonal and physically vulnerable. The thought that something could have happened to her made Kyoya sick. He wanted to vomit just from the thought. How could his father risk everyone's well-being like this? If he suspected something, he should have informed all of them.

The door opened and Kyoya already wanted to snap at whoever decided to irritate him when his breath froze in his lungs. Haruhi was standing in front of him, at the door, her dressed ripped, hair messy, hands covered in blood, without shoes and holding his father's body. There was a red spot on her forehead, and her slim form was shaking.

"Haruhi," he ran up to her.

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