Kyoya and Mori rushed inside their underclassman's home, only to find Kahoko and Shiro lashing out at one another viciously. Mori made a move to help her, but she shot a warning glare to him.

"No, Master Takashi. Your priority is finding Mitsu-sama and Miss Hiromi."

"But-" Kyoya began.

"Go!"

The two ran upstairs, Kyoya leading his senior to Mitsu's room, where they found the door to have been forced open. Mori was a bit jealous that the second year knew where her room was, but it wasn't the time to muse over it. They quietly approached the room, only to find Touma held at gunpoint while he held Hiromi against him.

"What the hell, Mitsu? All I wanted was a date."

"You forced your way into my home, attacked my most trusted secretary, and now you're holding my daughter hostage. Do you really think that's how you ask someone out?"

"Just be mine, and everyone will be safe."

She clicked her tongue, her patience waning. "You're in no position to threaten me. You're dealing with a Fukumoto." She moved to cock the gun.

He lifted the five-year-old up, effectively using her as a human shield. "Actually, I am."

"That's enough," Kyoya said as he entered the room with Mori close behind. "Put her down, unless you want me to make you beg for a bullet to the head."

Touma only chuckled bitterly. "You left Mitsu, so you don't have a right to act like you care for Miss Hiromi. I'm here to replace you."

"Kishiruma-" Mori began.

"Shut up, Morinozuka! You can't have her either! I at least made an effort to stand by when this entire shitstorm began!"

"Put Hiromi down. Now."

"Do it, Touma. I do not want to pull the trigger."

"Nor do I want to fight you."

"Then, be mine Mitsu."

"Don't do it, mama," Hiromi said as she struggled to break free. In the process, she threw her head back, knocking him in the mouth and busting a lip. As a result, Touma cried out and threw the five-year-old to the ground, effectively knocking the wind out of her.

Mori lunged before Mitsu could react. He threw a fist right where Hiromi hit him, knocking out quite a few teeth. He then picked him up and shoved him to the opposite wall. "How dare you hurt a child. Leave, before I do something worse to you."

"Morino-" That earned a blow to the stomach, silencing him.

"Leave." With that, he dropped his fellow classmate and watched him scramble to his feet.

"This isn't over. I will have her. And I'll ruin you, Morinozuka Takashi. This I swear." He left, taking his bodyguard along with him. Kahoko joined the group, looking bloodied and battered.

"Young Mistress..."

"I'll take care of Hiromi. You go get yourself checked, and you have the rest of the week off," Mitsu said.

"But-"

"It was not a request, Kahoko. Go rest. I don't want to find you working until next week. We can manage." The secretary sighed and bowed, secretly appreciating her kindness and left. Mitsu held her daughter as she tried to catch her breath. "Hiromi..."

"Ma...ma..."

"Where does it hurt?"

Mori placed a hand around her torso, noting the significant size difference between his hand and her body. "We need to get her to a hospital. She may have a broken rib."

"I can have someone on standby at one of our hospitals," Kyoya said. "Hiromi will have only the best doctors." He dialed a number on his phone. "Yuiichi, we have an emergency. Hiromi may be seriously injured...I know...We're coming anyway, and I only trust you to look at her...She's a five-year-old, and a rather small one at that...Yuiichi-"

Mitsu snatched the phone from him. "Listen here asshole, I don't give a flying fuck about the cameras or discretion. I want my daughter taken care of and I know you're a very capable doctor. If you don't see her, I will make sure you're career is fucking ruined in not only Japan, but everywhere else. You will never be able to practice medicine again. Now, if you value your job, I suggest you take Hiromi as a patient." She hung up before he could respond. "Let's go." Mori carried the child to the limo and the group sped off.

Kyoya was still in shock at her words to his eldest brother. Even he did not have the nerve to speak to him that way. "Mitsu, that could backfire on you."

"Kyoya, I don't care. Besides, you know my family has the power and the money to buy everything that your family owns three times over. Plus, blacklist your father and brothers. This is my daughter. I am not letting anyone get in my way of taking care of her."

When they arrived, they rushed inside where they found the eldest son standing with a gurney and a nurse standing by. "Put her down." Mori sets her down and Mitsu follows the doctors, but didn't get far. "You must stay here."

"What? I'm her mother, I should stay with her."

"I'm afraid I can't allow that. Just by feeling her, she has a few broken bones and it may be worse due to her size."

"No, I have to stay by her side."

"Fukumoto-san, please."

"M-Mama..."

"My baby! Let me stay with her!" Mori held her back as she tried to grasp at the gurney.

"Mama...it's okay...Just stay..."

"Hiromi..." And the tears came. She watched her little one get wheeled farther away and it tore her heart. "My baby..." Mori held her to his chest as she cried, and nearly broke at the feeling of her desperately grasping at his shirt. Kyoya watched this interaction and felt that all too familiar pang of jealousy as his ex-girlfriend clung onto another man. He had already called her mother and the rest of the Host Club.

"Mitsu..."Mori began. "it'll be okay. She's strong."

The first year only sniffled, pressing her face even closer into his chest. "I know. I'm just not strong enough to handle it."

"You are. You've endured so much for her sake."

"She's hurt because I didn't get to her in time."

"No. You did everything you could and more. You're an amazing mother, just as Hiromi is an amazing daughter. She's going to be fine. She's been through her share of hell, too."

Several hours had passed since Hiromi was checked in. Everyone else had shown up and gave their love and support during Mitsu's time of need. Finally, Yuiichi entered the waiting room, his expression unreadable.

"Fukumoto-san..."

"How is she?"

"She's seen better days, but she'll be fine. She did indeed have a broken rib, and a fractured one, which nearly punctured her lung. With those injuries coupled with her size and the force that applied to cause those wounds, she should have died. She's a very strong and lucky girl."

"Thank god."

"And Fukumoto-san?"

"Hmm?"

"You should give yourself a little more credit. If you hadn't been as forceful as you were, Miss Hiromi would not be where she is right now. You're a very good mother."

"Thank you, Ootori-sensei. Can I see her?"

"Yes, but she's resting. She's on strong pain-killers, so she won't be really lucid for the next couple of hours."

"That's fine. I'll just sit by her. I'd like stay with her for the night."

"Alright. I'll have a bed set up for you."

"No. I'll sleep next to her. When she wakes, she'll panic."

"As you wish." With that, she was lead to Hiromi's hospital room, where she found her sleeping. She nearly broke at the sight. Now that everything had time to settle, she looked ghostly pale and the bruises around her neck and shoulders looked far worse than what they actually were.

"My baby..." She sat next to her child, and gently took her hand. "You were so brave, sweetheart. Mama is so proud of you." She pressed a kiss to her tiny palm and sighed, exhaustion finally taking hold of her.

When Mori and Kyoya went to check on her, they found her in the hospital bed with Hiromi curled up as best as she could next to her.

"Kishiruma will pay dearly for this," Kyoya said.

Mori nodded. "But, we also have to think about Ryuko. If she hears word about this entire thing, the media will have another field day, and it may just ruin Mitsu."

"Yes, but let's focus on the more violent one at hand. He needs to be put in his place, and understand that anyone that hurts my daughter will be destroyed physically, emotionally, and mentally. He will regret his entire existence. That is a promise."