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Discalimer: The characters of Ouran High School Host Club do NOT belong to me, although Midori and Jezzie in a way do belong to me and my friend.

Chapter 4: Poison

"Jezzie...Jezzie...Jezzie..." voices swirled around in Jezzie's head, echoing. 'Where am I...? Did I just hug Kyouya-kun...? Or was that a dream? I...don't..' she thought slowly, still half-asleep.

A clearer voice said, "Jezzie-san, wake up." Obviously, it was Kyouya's voice. They were in their science lab room, looking into their microscopes and trying to complete their assignment off a sheet of paper. Jezzie sat up, staring blank ahead, her eyes half-closed. "You better start on your assignment already. Wouldn't want to have to do it tonight," Midori said, who was sitting across the room from her. Apparently, they had just taken Jezzie over to the class and let her sleep in her desk after she fainted. The lights were dimmed a little, because their sensei obviously knew about Nekozawa's condition.

She groaned, smashed her face back onto the cold soothing surface of her desk, and swiped her hand in the air as if to say, "Leave me alone, I'm tired, you baka."

Midori sighed. "You better start already...wake up...come on, you don't want to have homework..." Midori said, each time nudging Jezzie to wake up. Midori smirked. "You're paired with Kyouya-san, and I'm with Nekozawa-kun."

Jezzie shot up in her chair, her spine straight and a look of joy on her face. She slowly, and I mean slowly, turned her head towards towards Kyouya, who was sitting next to her. Her mouth was in a grin. She stayed that way for a minute, thinking of how they were obviously put together because they were meant to be together. Kyouya got uncomfortable, and looked back down at the paper instructing them on what to do. Meanwhile, Midori and Nekozawa were about one-fourth finished with their concoction. They were making quick progress because of Nekozawa's experience in the Black Magic Club, where they experimented on a daily basis, and Midori, who studied way too much for her own good on any subject she could. Jezzie had to keep from bursting out in laughter. Nekozawa snuck a look at Midori when she wasn't looking and blushed (although you couldn't see it under his robe) and then Midori would cast a look at Nekozawa but then quickly start reading and interpreting the instructions on the paper again.

'Geez, why don't they just tell that they like each other, and then they'll be all happy. It isn't that hard to tell a person you like them, righ-' Jezzie thought, and her gaze focused on Kyouya. She stared at him, her eyes wide. Kyouya was starting to get a little irritated that she wouldn't help him with the assignment, but then again, somewhere down in his gut he squirmed.

' Why was she just...looking at me?

Wow, she has pretty hair.

What the...? Where did that come from?

Your conscience.

I have a..? You know what, nevermind. I don't like her.

You know you doooooo...

I don't. No merits.

Ah, you can think that as much as you want. You need a girl. you're pathetic. Ha.'

Kyouya, trying to close out his newfound conscience, focused on the paper in front of him thinking repeatedly, 'No merits, no merits, no merits, no merits...'

The man with the gun turned a hallway. A girl with long curly black hair was walking down the hall with her books in her arms, and her heels tapping on the tiled floor. She saw him, and seeing his black mask, and the gun, she turned around and tried to run. Before she could scream or anything, he was behind her, with his hand on her mouth. She tried to say, "Help me, somebody!" but it came out muffled and indistinct. "You want to live? You shut up and get in this room," the man said in a gruff voice, jerking her violently and throwing her into a room. He found a table with a vase, and a potted fern nearby. He used those to bar the door shut, and moved on.

"Hey, where is the sensei anyway?" Jezzie asked, still a bit sleepy.

"Ah. She left to go to the Teacher's Lounge. She said when she gets back, the work better be finished," Kyouya replied calmy, putting his eye into the microscope. Jezzie shrugged and slumped down in her chair. Kyouya was already doing the work. Maybe she would get a good grade. Not that she cared.

Indistinctly, Midori heard footsteps coming down the hall. She had good hearing, while Jezzie had the good eyesight and good smell. So they made a good team, you would guess. Her head perked up, and she turned to Nekozawa. "Someone's coming."

"Hm. Maybe our sensei has come back," and with that, he got up and peered out the window. He froze in fear. A black-masked figure, and he could see that he was carrying a gun in his hand, was creeping down the hall.

Nekozawa drew back quickly from the door, his robes swishing. He whispered to everyone in the calmest voice he could muster, "Everyone, there's a person with a gun out there, we need to hide against the wall that the door is on."

No one was prepared for this, so they froze and tried to take in what Nekozawa had said. Midori, Kyouya, Nekozawa, and Jezzie all went over quickly and lined up, one by one, on the wall beside the door. The most unlikely place they would see them.

'Oh no,' Jezzie mentally slapped herself on the head. Her coffee was still on her desk. 'No one would believe that someone would just abandon their coffee like that. I'm so stupid,' she thought, inwardly cursing herself.

In the hurried movement when they had moved over to the wall, Midori had locked the door. Not that this would help if he decided to pick at it, or shoot the through the window. But if he thought that no one was in the room, there would be no sense in trying to get in.

The man looked to his right. There was a room, with it labeled, "Room 53" on it. This was supposed to be where that Kyouya kid was, or whatever. He needed to capture him as a hostage, and do whatever's possible to achieve that.

Kyouya froze there as still as he could. His hand twitched. 'A...gun?' he thought, terrified. Although he tried to appear as though he had nothing to fear, guns were an exception. He hated the small 'click' you could barely hear before it shot out that horribly small bullet at 100 mph, rocketing through whatever came in it's way. He just hated it.

Jezzie noticed Kyouya's looking like he wanted to run away or something. "It's okay, we'll give him what he wants if he comes in, plus Midori locked the door," Jezzie whispered so quietly that Kyouya could barely hear her words. Kyouya nodded, but he was still scared.

The doorknob rattled. Everyone's eyes were wide. Yes, even Nekozawa, even though his hood and wig hid it. BAM! The whole door rattled. Everyone had jumped when he had tried to ram it down with his side. BAM! BAM! And then, finally, the door slung open, the hinges on the left side broken. He went in, and saw them pressed against the wall. "Get off that wall, go in the center of the room, and don't say anything!" he yelled, and they obeyed, eyeing the gun wearily.

Midori's mind was racing, trying to think of who they wanted, why they were here, who had sent them, and how they could get out. Jezzie was biting her lower lip, following everyone else. Kyouya was still looking at the gun in the man's hand. He was also desperately hoping that no one would get injured...or worse.

"Which one of you brats is called Kyouya?" the man yelled gruffly.

Jezzie inhaled sharply. What did they want with Kyouya?

"And what would you want with whoever 'Kyouya' is, if you don't mind me asking?" Midori asked, staring at the man with a straight face. 'Please don't look at Kyouya, Jezzie...' she thought desperately.

"That's none of your business, little girl. This stinkin' Kyouya kid is supposed to be in here right now, I've got his schedule," he said, holding up a piece of slightly crumpled paper in his hand. He grinned. "Do I have to force it out of ya?"

Kyouya hadn't heard what the man was saying, he was still staring at the gun in fear, imagining it piercing through his skin if he made one sudden move...anything could make him pull the trigger and...

The man glanced down at the paper, and took a step back. His back pulled the switch down, making the lights go off. Jezzie shrieked and fell to her knees with her hands on her head. She had started seeing the same things that she had when she was afraid of the dark. Midori heard Jezzie and realized that they hadn't fully gotten over her fear. The man, not knowing why the girl screamed, shot his gun in a random place. Kyouya eyes widened when he heard the sound and he yelled out. Midori thought he had been hit, but then heard Nekozawa groan right beside her. She crouched down, feeling for him in the dark. Her hand came across something warm and sticky on his arm...blood. She gasped. Kyouya was shaking all over, afraid and not knowing if he had been shot or not. The man turned around wildly in the dark, feeling around the wall for a light switch. 'Man, if that Kyouya person got killed if he's in here, then I'm in trouble...' he thought, still moving his hands around the wall. He found the small shape of a light switch, and flipped it up. He turned around. The dark kid with the robes was on the ground. Apparently, he had been hit in the arm, and it was a bloody mess. The tall kid with the glasses was standing there, looking terrified and staring into space. The girl with the red hair was clutching at her sides, screaming every once in a while, her eyes closed. Midori was the only one who was actually aware of what was going around her. She was on the floor at Nekozawa's side, examining it. She looked up at the man, and met his eyes.

"You..." she said angrily through her teeth.

"Me. Hey, is that kid 'Kyouya?" he said, staring back with cold eyes.

"No, he's not. That doesn't give you any right to shoot either one," Midori said quickly, her voice had risen.

"Whatever. Tell me which one's Kyouya," the man said, pointing his gun at Nekozawa, "or I'll actually aim at a fatal spot on the dark kid." Midori froze, her eyes wide. She didn't know what to do.

"Hey, what if Kyouya isn't in here? And you're just wasting your time? Our sensei will come back, you'll be found out, and not find Kyouya. Even if you escape somehow, your mission will still not be complete," Midori said, trying to stall time. If she could keep him here just long enough...

"You idiot. We have way more people to get to him, even if I get caught," he sneered back.

Midori inwardly smirked. Maybe she could stall enough. "So, are you going to kill us?" she asked, acting as if she didn't really care what he did.

"Sure, since you insisted," he said, grinning, and moving the gun up to her face.

"Okay, if you say so."

"What?" the man asked, dumbfounded. She didn't care?

"Go ahead."

The man hesitated. 'Why isn't she afraid?'

"Of course, it'll probably cause trouble if you kill anyone. Your organization or whatever would probably have to relocate, and try to avoid the authorities," Midori said, tilting her head.

Meanwhile, Jezzie was curled up in a ball, her eyes closed shut tightly. Faces...big green faces that were melting...laughing maniacally at her...clowns with razor sharp teeth...blood...the walls closing in...she knew she was going to die...and there was nothing she could do about it...

"Jezzie-san," Kyouya said, looking at her face. "Get up."

Jezzie heard his voice very faintly, and in her mind she reached around, trying to grab on to his words. Make her get out of her own mind...

She snapped out of it and stood up.

The man was still staring stupidly at Midori, thinking about what she had said. "You just don't want to get killed, you wimp."

"Pffft. Try me," she said, smirking. Midori had already looked at Nekozawa's injury. It wasn't that serious, but he would need to get a cast for it soon.

Footsteps and loud voices could be heard from down the hall. They were getting closer, and their yelling could be heard now...

The man straightened his back and looked wildly through the window, and then back at Midori. "You made me keep talking, you, you..." he hissed at her. The people who were coming could be heard now. "Shoot!" the man hissed again. He grabbed a jar filled with a purple silky liquid, opened the lid, and threw it at them. Everything seemed to go in slow motion...the purple poison going through the air...it splashing over Jezzie's wide-open eyes, spreading across the surface of her eyeballs...a fair amount of it going straight down Midori's throat...the man violently jerking the door open and running down the hall...

"Are you guys alright!" a young voice asked from the doorway. It was Hunny, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Flashback:

"Ah!" the girl with the black hair squealed, as she was thrown into the room. She got up, her hands shaking. She looked around, and saw one of her favorite members of the Host Club, Hunny, sitting at the table eating cake happily. His purple Bunny was lying on the table.

"Please...Hunny-san, help!" she said, running over to him.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked, jumping up from the table.

"There's a man with a gun out there! He's going down the hall, and someone might get hurt...and..." she trailed off, tears starting to flow down her face.

Without a word, Hunny ran over to the door, kicked it open, and starting running down the hall. Unfortunately, he ran in the wrong direction, so it took him twice as long to get to the room.

End Flashback

"Nekozawa-san got shot in the arm, and a poison has gotten into Midori-san and Jezzie-san. We have to go to the nurse," Kyouya said quickly.

Jezzie started swaying. Her eyes slid in and out of focus, first one side of the room was black, and then the other, and then everything just went totally white. She couldn't see anything, and her head was hurting immensely. She fell, but Kyouya caught her and picked her up. "I'll take Jezzie. Can you go on your own, Midori-san?" Kyouya asked her.

"Yes, yes," Midori said. She wished she would feel as sure as she sounded.

"Okay. Nekozawa-san, can you go by yourself?" Hunny asked, turning around and facing Nekozawa.

"Yes, I can, it's just my arm," he replied, going over and running out the door. Midori, and then Kyouya with Jezzie, followed.

They ran down the hall as fast as they could. Midori was slowing down a little, and her head had started to throb. She didn't want to slow the others down, so she made herself go even faster. Suddenly, a pain shot all the way down her spine. She fell down, and threw up on the floor. Nekozawa stopped running, and turned around, looking at Midori. 'I...can't...move,' she thought, trying to move on of her arms. Nekozawa hurriedly picked her up and started running again.

"Are you okay!" he asked, looking down at her while he was running. Midori nodded, then shook her head from side to side, and then groaned.

"I don't...know," she said, the pain keeping her from talking correctly.

"There's the nurses's office!" Hunny said, running towards it at the end of the hall.

Both Nekozawa and Kyouya both thought at the same time, Kyouya looking at Jezzie and Nekozawa looking at Midori, 'Please be all right.'