Sorry I couldn't post this earlier. I was in the hospital with a high fever. But it's here now!
Oh, this chapter has a bit of romance~ and preparation for the heartbreak that's coming up-I mean, what?
Enjoy~!
Ollie sighed, leaning back in his chair. I tried to take even breaths, tried to slow his racing heart, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. There's too much-too much. He hears the voices, the footsteps. They're coming for him. He knows it. The laughter, the maniacal laughter. The scraping of metal on metal, knives on knives. They're being sharpened, for him.
He twitched, he didn't expect this to happen. He didn't expect torture. He didn't know-oh, this is what happens when he be's good. He should know better. He should be smarter. He doesn't want this to happen again. He struggled against the rope. And now-good ol' dear Arthur left him with America and Germany. They left him alone, all alone. How is he supposed to do? He can't even run-can't run! His heart raced faster, faster, no, no, no! He needs- he needs an escape. An escape. An escape. He needs to get free-free! Help! Help! Help!
His breathing quickened, faster, shallower, faster, smaller, his lungs barely getting enough oxygen now. Tears spilled down his cheeks,messaging from such lonesome, terrified eyes. So terrified- so scared. The footsteps grew louder- no, no. Not louder. Please, please, not louder, not closer. It can't-can't be closer. Not yet, not yet. It's too-too soon.
He struggled harder on the ropes, the tough material beginning to scratch his fair skin through the soft fabric, no protection- none. There's nothing-nothing.
He doesn't want to die-not yet. Not yet. Not alone. Anything-anything but alone. He can't-he can't die alone. He's always alone. But not-he can't be alone at death. Please-no-anyone. Just watch. Just watch and cry-cry for him. Cry for him. He can't-he can't die alone. Forgotten.
He swallowed back a sob, "P-please don't make me die alone..."
Hikaru skipped down the street. Kaoru close behind him, jogging at a slow pace, an eyebrow raised in amusement, "When I dared you to skip, I didn't think you'd actually skip all the way to school."
Hikaru smirked, throwing a wink of an eye back to his brother, "What can I say. I want to win this dare~"
He continued his skipping. Now, to be quite frank, it was hurting like hell. If anyone has ever tried skipping more then a few blocks, they will know the burning pain that grows in ones muscles. It's a terrible exercise. It's painful and mean and if anyone thinks a six year old skips around the neighborhood they either never tired or believe six year olds have legs of steel.
They made the turn to the school, Hikaru smirked, "I am so gonna win!"
Kaoru laughed, "Yeah ri-why is there paint on the ground?"
Both twins stopped, and looked down. Sure enough, there was red paint on the concrete.
Now, I'm sure everyone knows the truth. It's not paint. Not even close to paint, unless you use blood as a form of paint. But I don't think many people actually do, so let's just forget that possibility. However, the twins would not guess it's blood. So it seems, no one knows of anything, yet.
"Maybe someone is just bad at painting?"
"What needs to be painted red here though?"
"Um...maybe boss wanted redder roses. Then spilled the paint coming in."
"...that oddly makes a lot of sense."
And the twins continued forward, entering the gate. Never did they notice the tears leaking from the bush, the shallow breaths begging for help and the pain emitting from the girl, trapped in the tangled cage of branches.
"P-please..." It was hardly a whisper, "Help me...p-please..."
Kaoru continued forward, following his skipping brother. Large smiles plastered across their faces as they made their way up the steps of the large school.
Tamaki sat next to Kyoya, and sighed. No response from the raven haired man, so he sighed again. Louder. Then again, once again louder.
Kyoya finally gave in, "Yes, Tamaki?"
Tamaki decided to fall onto the other males lap, "The host club is in ruins! By all the fan girls and terrorists and these evil doppelgängers- I don't know what to do!"
Kyoya wanted to put this delicately for his weak hearted friend...how to do so, "Maybe it's a sign to end the host club."
Tamaki gasped and fell back, staring at the glasses wearing monster, "H-how can you even say that?!"
Kyoya smiled slightly, and shook his head. He shut his book and pushed up his glasses, putting his full attention to the blond, "or you can keep fighting for it. It's your choice. But if you're going to complain just stop the club. If not, suck it up and keep moving on."
Tamaki thought about it. He liked complaining though, it got Kyoya's attention...like now. Tamaki swallowed, "You know, Kyoya. A while back, you said if I still loved you after a week...that you'll at least think about dating me. Well, I do still...you know. Love you."
Kyoya did not expect this. Frankly, this is the last thing he expected. He sat back in his chair, and started at the idiot infront of him. Did he return the affection- yes. Will he be able to admit it, ever? ...maybe. Maybe, now, maybe not. He couldn't wrap his mind behind it, still. Could he? Can he actually believe this fool really loves him?
"Kyoya?" Tamaki was hesitant to ask. He cautiously sat next to his, hopefully, more-than-friend. He reached, every so softly taking Kyoya's hand in his own, "Do you...do you like me back?"
Kyoya remained silent for another terribly long ten seconds, before sighing, and giving Tamaki's hand a little squeeze, "I can give you a chance."
To others, that could be cruel. 'I can give you a chance,' to others would never mean anything. Just that he's playing with you. Your feelings. But Tamaki knew better. In that single sentence were the hidden words, 'I love you too' and 'If you break my heart I'll never forgive you,'
It was worth the risk. Tamaki smiled, and wrapped both his arms around kyoya's neck, "Thank you!" He softly kissed Kyoya's cheek. Kyoya blushed ever so slightly. Oh~ how Tamaki will be a tease.
The footsteps grew louder, louder. The door creaked, and light flooded in. No-no. Please- no. Don't-please-no.
In came three men. One dressed in death, one in hate, and one in blood.
"P-please. I'm sorry. Please. No-no."
The one dressed in death smirked, he trailed his blade over the stone, letting the slicing sound of metal echo in the room, calling out 'I will be your death.' His white teeth glistened, his eyes glowing a red. Insanity hung off his every word, every movement.
"We warned you. You betrayed us. It's time for your death."
The one dressed in hate, his stomach churned. No, he won't-he won't let Ollie die. Not yet. Not alone.
Hikaru and Kaoru opened the door to the grand school, immediately bumping into a few nations.
"Hey! Watch where you're going! We're busy here!" America shouted, well, he always shouts.
Hikaru glared at him, "Why don't you watch it?!"
England, whom would usually get involved by now, nervously looked back toward the host room. He doesn't want to leave his 2p alone. But he had to because of the brute Germany. If only he would listen.
His stomach knotted. Something's happening. He knows it.
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