I HAVE A VERY GOOD EXCUSE MY DEARIES!
Okay yes, so it's been two weeks but I can explain! I had my nephew for the past two weeks and it was my son's birthday last week, there was a party, we went to get his portraits done, you try going into Toys R Us and telling me its easy shopping for a two year old that is picky just like his mommy! But now my nephew is back home everything is settled and I am not some old lady writing pervy fanfics, I'm only twenty-two!
Anyway my lovelies, here is my most recent chapter!
WARNING: NO KIDDIES ALLOWED! Sorry my little dears but this is rated M for a reason! Read at your own peril!
EXTRA WARNING!: This chapter may get a little dark…
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host club characters or any of works done by Bisco Hatori! If I did we all know I would have made it much more of a love fest and ruined it for the public...maybe
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Chapter 9: Devil Take The Hindmost
That night Haruhi had barely been able to sleep. She would toss and turn; completely throwing herself about, but it was no good. Luckily when she arrived home her father had been working that night so she wouldn't have to worry about hiding the mark on her neck from him. How was she supposed to act tomorrow? How was she going to face everyone?
Sitting up in her bed she looked over at her digital clock; it was only a couple minutes before her alarm would go off. Dragging herself to her feet she went to the bathroom, turning on the light she twisted her neck slightly to examine the damage.
'Shit…'
It was even worse than last it had been night; the once light pink mark was now dark red with a slight hint of purple.
She would have to rummage through her dads make up and find something to cover it with; there was no way she could risk anyone seeing it.
The day had gone by, and though she tried her best to focus on her classes. Desperately trying to distract herself from any wondering thoughts, whether about the mark that she constantly kept covered with her hand as extra protection, or from any thoughts about Kyoya. But she found no such relief.
After her final class for the day she raced across the campus towards the Host club, hoping she would arrive before any of the other hosts did, Kyoya might be there early.
When she finally arrived at the entrance to the club room, she quietly peaked through the doors praying she wouldn't be noticed. Inside the room she looked around and saw that no one had arrived yet, that was surprising.
Closing the door behind her she walked in the room, she really wasn't even that early.
Suddenly hearing a noise coming from the doors across the room, she made her way over to investigate. The door was already cracked open, but before she could even look to see what the commotion was she heard the main doors being opened again. In a fit of panic she ran inside the adjoining room and closed the door, hoping she had not been seen.
With her ear pressed to the door she could hear several voices, one was obviously Tamaki's while the other seemed to be Honey which meant Mori was with them as well. If they knew she was there early they would begin to question her, as it seemed she was almost always the last one there.
Unbeknownst to her, she hadn't thought about who or what could have been in the room with her.
"Haruhi?"
She spun around so fast with her back pressed against the door to look to see the familiar figure that she had actually intended to meet. The room was some sort of pantry or stock closet, there was a small table in the center of the room where Kyoya sat, with his face buried in his computer, again.
"Why does it look like you are hiding from someone?" How could he even ask that if he wasn't looking right at her?
"I-I'm not hiding, I just wanted to talk to you without anyone hearing that's all…" she sounded so pathetic; she didn't even have the courage to look him in the eyes, instead Haruhi focused of the corner of the laptops screen.
"I see, about what exactly?"
There was no way he was that dense. Surely he would know that she would come to ask him about last night, the hickie, his behavior, everything!
"What do you mean about what? About last night! What was that all about!?" attempting to keep her voice lowered as to not give themselves away. While he on the other hand had yet to look at her, which made her even more furious.
"I've told you already Haruhi, it's just business."
He was so calm in his answer, her rage grew at the thought that he not only had the audacity to humiliate her in such a way, but also to act as if such actions were considered appropriate in the work place as if she…as if she… Oh hell no.
She stormed over to the table where he sat casually, it was a good thing he had fast reflexes, or his fingers would have been crushed as the laptop was slammed closed. For extra measures she kept her hand on top of the computer so that he could not open it without using extreme force.
"If there is even so much as scratch, I will add it onto your debt." Resting his head on top of his folded hands, he looked over the rim of his glasses at her.
No way in hell would she allow herself to be demeaned or intimidated by him now, she was at the breaking point.
"Add ten of them! I don't care right now! You call this all business? You call kissing me business!? Look what you did! You left a damn hickie on my neck for the whole world to see, you humiliated me in front of Aedan!"
At the mention of Aedan's name she noticed his eyes darkened considerably, but she would not stop, it was too late for that.
"You threw me in a dress and made me dance around as if I were some sort of play thing! And you have the nerve to call it all business, I want answers Kyoya-sempai!" Whispering in an angry tone wasn't the easiest thing to do considering she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. He didn't move or flinch, his eye constantly watched her.
She knew that getting any information out of him would have to happen here at the school, because they both knew he would not tolerate such behavior when she came to him in the evenings.
"I fail to see how any of the blame lies with me" ….What…
"Excuse me?" Was he mocking her?
"You and Minamoto both disobeyed me, so that called for punishment on both your parts. It's humiliating for an employer to have employees who have little regard for what they are told, the punishment was equal to your disobedience." He emphasized.
'How is that equal!?'
"As for the masquerade, you not only were a representation of the Host club you were also representing me, so I thought it would be appropriate to take part in your evenings experience. If I am not mistaken you enjoyed yourself."
"How is that even the same? No one knew who I was! But wait, then why did you make it a point to hide your identity from me?"
"To see how you would behave with a complete stranger, with this job you will meet hundreds of strangers that you may have to interact with; whether you would act brashly or put on a charade."
As he said many times before, he did nothing unless he benefited from it, what on earth could he benefit from any of this? Was he still testing her to see if she could do her job properly and reach his standards?
"Oh really, do enlighten me on my performance, did I meet your expectations?" she asked sarcastically.
"You undeniably showed your true self." He stated plainly.
"Beg your pardon?"
"You didn't even try to pretend to be someone else, you opened up to a complete stranger without any remorse. But even though you were genuinely polite you did fail, you should not easily trust strangers Haruhi, one day it will come back to bite you."
Why? Why was it so easy for him to have an excuse for everything? That's exactly what it felt like, excuses, like he was hiding the truth behind them and didn't want her to see. Well she was going to break that wall down, his reason behind it all had yet to be justified.
"I think I have been more then understanding about your situation Haruhi, I ask for so little-"
"Yes because dressing me up and twirling me around in ankle breaking heels, along with the brief sexual harassment are all acceptable little things to ask of me, because I just need to do what I'm told."
He sat there, just staring up at her. As if confirming blatantly that her remark was indeed correct, it was asking little of her.
Why was he treating her this way? Surely he did not treat any of his families' staff in such a way. But then again she was not part of his families staff, she… she was his.
She didn't want to be in that room anymore, it was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. She turned to head out of the room and join the members that had probably been waiting for the arrival for the rest of the group.
She had gotten answers just like she wanted, but even so, they still didn't satisfy her.
It wasn't about her disobeying his order, he could easily have forgiven that, it was the fact that she had been with Aedan, and the short-lived moment they shared together. The anger in his eyes when they had been waiting for him at the compound. Instructing her not to talk to any other staff, the way… the way he had always made it a point to call her his, as if anyone else to touch her was taboo.
"You were jealous…" it was meant to be a comment to herself as she was now across the room ready to exit, but she was not the only one to hear it.
Haruhi felt her wrist being grabbed and was twirled around to face a very stern looking Kyoya, though they were close together they were not touching, save for his the iron grip he had on her wrist.
How had he crossed the room so fast? Her face turned red at the thought of him closing the space between them, but he did not.
Bringing his face closer to hers she squeezed her eyes shut, thinking he would force a kiss on her again, she wasn't scared of the physical contact, she was scared that she would actually like it.
To the contrary of her thoughts, he brought his face next to hers, close enough that his cheek just barely grazed hers.
"If I wanted, I could throw you on the floor and adorn your body from head to toe with brands similar to the one on your neck…" he purred in her ear while releasing his hold on her, his hand ran up her arm till it rested on top of her shoulder, she flinched slightly as he gently began to rub his thumb over the mostly concealed bruise.
"Please don't…'
"…and you would succumb."
'Why are you making me feel so vulnerable…'
"I assure you, it wouldn't be brief."
Every word he whispered in her ear sent chills down her spine and cover her from top to bottom in goose bumps.
"Your job description is to serve me in any way I see fit, you agreed to it."
She did, she signed her life to him, and she didn't want to admit it. She could fight it all she wanted to but in the end it she was still his to control, he would always come
How could a few simple touches a whispering feel so…so sensual? Her heart was racing as his ministrations on her neck continued. Her legs began to quiver, she had never felt this way around Kyoya before she started working for him, or anyone for that matter, what was wrong with her?
"But I have more respect for you Haruhi, I would not do such a thing to you on school grounds, I would not want to humiliate you in such a way."
Suddenly his touch was gone and she was left standing there with her eyes closed as he made his way back over to the table. Her eyes opened in surprise as she saw him gathering up his materials, paying her no more attention.
"There is nothing to be jealous of, you are mine and that is the end of this discussion" he said concluding their conversation.
Was she feeling disappointment? Her emotions had ascended and drowned as quickly as his touch had come and gone. As she just stood there motionless, watching him carefully. Was he merely playing some cruel game with her?
She felt like she was in a boat being tossed around by the roaring sea; unable to keep her balance or composure intact, till that moment she had been unaware that the sea had begun to seep through cracks. If she did nothing, she would find herself being swallowed completely.
She watched as he brushed past her heading towards the door.
She would have to follow him, hoping none of them would question why they were shut off and alone in another room together, causing her to make up some half-assed pitiful excuse. Right now she wasn't sure she could come up with one, with her brain being in a twilight state at the moment.
"Kyoya-sempai….what am I to you?"
She heard his footsteps halt at hearing her question. She turned to look at him, for a moment he just stood there with his back to her.
For a split second, even though they were mere feet from each other, it somehow felt that the distance was more like miles and miles separating them.
Now glancing over his shoulder at her, not a word was uttered.
He just remained there staring at her.
His eyes were once again unreadable; his glasses seemed to serve as an extra barrier between them.
She waited for a reply, but it was an answer that would never come. Resuming his walk to the exit he left her standing there in the room completely alone.
Haruhi was even more baffled then when she had gone in.
That evening Haruhi made sure she kept to her dress code. But she even though she tried to pick out the most conservative outfit she could find, it really wasn't as concealing as she had hoped; a simple above the knee black skirt and a short sleeved blue blouse .
When she had gotten inside the car per her normal routine she had noticed that the orange hair where Aedan should have been sitting was replace by black hair. Trying to look in the mirror she saw that Aedan was replaced by another.
Worry struck her immediately.
She wanted to ask him where Aedan was but she remembered she wasn't supposed to talk to any other employee of the Ootori.
Even if Kyoya wasn't there she was sure he would find out what she did sooner or later, and it would probably be sooner. The last thing she wanted to do was earn his wrath again.
As they pulled up to the compound and sat outside, they waited no more than a couple minutes for Kyoya this time.
She desperately wanted to ask him about Aedan, and he probably knew she wanted to ask him, but neither of them spoke a word to each other.
The evening had gone by quickly, this time they had visited several of the Ootori establishments. Haruhi had done a better job at keeping up with him, and was especially quick to learn how to maneuver around the groveling managers to avoid being trampled at all costs.
She had actually been drawn into a conversation with one of the doctors that walked with them, he unlike the rest had seemed disinterested with sucking up to Kyoya and just followed them around.
Eventually he was giving her notes, with Kyoya's permission of course, on certain areas that would be added onto the main building.
Talking about the advance care they could provide their patients with the new upgrades showed his true purpose in walking with them. Hearing his stories of treating patients did nothing if not renew her determination of becoming a doctor, one day this would be her life, healing the hurt and saving future generations to come.
"Miss Fujioka, come here a moment." their chat was called to an end by her summons.
"Young Master?" approaching him cautiously as the managers eyed her like she was a viper invading their circle.
"If you go down the stairwell at the end of this hall it will take you down to a separate wing that has been closed off for some time now, it seems no one bothered to take the key log with all the buildings structural information and damage reports" he glared at the group who all took a step backwards away from him.
"M-Mr. Ootori we thought all the im-important d-documents had been re-retrieved before closing off the w-wing" one of them managed to stammer out a pitiful excuse.
Kyoya continued his ceaseless glaring, and by the looks of it they were all ready to crawl under anything that could hide them from him.
"Please fetch it for me, it should be behind the reception desk" his voice betrayed the annoyance in his eyes when he spoke to her.
"S-sir we can send an a-aid or a nurs-"
"You're going to stop a nurse from taking care of your patients just to go fetch a book? Use your head!" He hollered at them, it even caused her to flinch.
"Since you were incompetent the first time in retrieving the book, I will send someone I can actually rely on." He verbally smacked them all on the back of their heads.
He actually admitted that he could rely on her? That had to be some sort of a compliment in his own way. One of them scurried past him and hastily gave her the key to the unit below.
Not willing to waste an opportunity of redeeming herself, she nodded in acceptance and made her way towards the stairwell.
It took her a good minute to open the large double doors.
'Quite a while my ass, the door hinges are basically all but rust' she thought to herself.
The room was quite dark the only source of light was coming from the nearby street lights outside the windows; her vision was very restricted, down to the point where she could only see some outlines of some old furniture.
Running her hand along the wall she hoped to find a light switch of some sort, but when she found the small panel, no matter how many times she tried flipping the switch, the lights would not turn on.
It felt so eerie in there, four of her five senses were useless at this point, and then it dawned on her, her cellphone! This was one of the rare moments she was grateful the twins had provided her with one, she could just use the screen as a light source.
Pulling out her phone and pointing the light outwards she was disgusted to find how horribly ramshackle the place looked.
Looking around she froze in her step as she shine the light on the nearby wall.
"is…is the graffiti!?"
The walls were cover to cover with graffiti. How the hell did anyone manage to get in there? The windows were not broken and the doors should have been locked up tight. Trying to ignore her gut feeling to run she eventually spotted the reception desk.
Bingo, now all she had to do was get the book and scram. Behind the desk it was a mess, papers were thrown about carelessly, there was even a telephone dangling by its cord off the desk. Several minutes of searching and she found what she was looking for.
'The hell, this thing is huge! How much damage could this place actually have?!'
Looking around her for a minute, she took in the spider web cracks in the floor and ceiling.
'Never mind…'
All of a sudden she heard a bang that almost made her jump out of her skin. It came from upstairs.
Now, she knew she should have just left at that moment, it could have been a rabies infested raccoon for all she knew, but she had to find out what was going on.
Slipping out of her low heels she tiptoed across the floor and down the long hallway, she refused to look into any of the opened doors that she passed, for fear that she would see some unknown horror that lay beyond.
Till finally, she found the stairs that led to up to the next floor.
As quietly as possible she crept up the spiraling stairs, thanking god that the stairs at least did not creek. Nearing the top she slowed her pace down even more when she noticed light coming from the doorway.
Reaching the top of the stairs she remained in a crouched position, peeking around the doorway she saw the room was empty. The light had been bouncing off the wall and was actually coming from one of the inner rooms down the adjacent hallway.
She slowly crept towards the room where the light was coming from, she made sure to shut her phone before she went any closer though, she didn't know what to expect.
As she got closer to the room she could swear she was noises, human voices, still unable to make out actual words, but she could tell that there were more the two people in there.
With one hand and her ear pressed firmly against the wash, she was still crouched on her tiptoes, and was now right next to the doorway. She tried listening to hear what they were saying, it was so slurred she could barely understand.
Then without warning something inside the room crashed right against the other side of the wall Haruhi was almost pressed up against. The impact startled her so much she lost her balance and ended up flinging herself backwards away from the wall.
She probably wouldn't have been heard.
Except she forgot about her cellphone.
She had being squeezing it so tightly she all but forgotten it was in her hand. As she threw her hands down to catch herself before she collided with the floor, the phone made a clear and loud noise as it was smashed into the floor.
"What was that?" one of the voices inside the room called out.
Before she could make a run for it a tall dark figure appeared in the doorway.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Then two others came up behind the one person.
"A cute little girl wanting to come play with us." One of them snickered.
Haruhi was scared, but she wasn't stupid. Instead of being a sitting duck, she took a chance, she kicked the one man closest to her in his groin and bolted for it.
She heard him holler in pain behind her as she tried to put distance between them.
"Get her!" he groaned in distress.
Haruhi could hear their quick feet behind her, they were getting louder, and closer. She couldn't outrun them, so she would have to do the next best thing, which really wasn't that great of an idea. She threw back the broken phone in her hand and heard a quick yelp, it hit one of them.
"You bitch!" one voiced angrily.
A second was all it bought her but it was enough. Running as fast as she could down the twisted stairs, she managed to reach the bottom before they had caught sight of her. But they were closing in on her quickly; she'd never make it to the door, so without another thought she jumped behind the receptionist desk and hid underneath it.
She could feel her heart beating so hard, she thought it would burst from her chest. Slapping her hand over her mouth she tried to hide her heavy breathing.
She even bit her bottom lip causing blood flow out in a desperate attempt to stop her panicked breathing. Her breathing erratic, nothing was helping, and not to mention she was shaking badly.
Then she heard their footsteps.
"Where are you lil kitty?"
It sounded like they were tearing the place apart, throwing and kicking anything they could.
"Wanna come out and play with us?"
The footsteps stopped, it was dead silent. The silence is what frightened her even more-
"gotcha!"
She was roughly yanked out from beneath the desk and thrown on top of it, no matter how much she tried to break free they were just too strong. She tried to kick one in his sensitive area, but he was too quick and ended up slamming her down on the desk, her head was bashed severely onto the hard surface.
"Not this time kitty."
Her vision was limited enough in the dark rooms, but now their figures were fuzzy and their shapes unclear. She wanted to scream but she found her voice was locked away; her mind was slowly descending into an obscure haze from which she could not escape.
She tried again to call out, her lips moved but nothing came out.
Hands snaked up over her chest just to grasp her blouse and tear it away to expose her fair skin.
Greedy finger dug into her thighs, it would hurt more if she was not slowly slipping away.
Laughter of disgusting leeches filled the air, they joked who would go first.
Once more she would try, with everything she had left.
"KYOYA PLEASE SAVE ME!" she screamed with all her might.
Then she felt another blow to her head as they tried to silence her. Her vision faded, she succumbed to a sleep that she could not deny, the last thing she saw was a flash of orange.
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…Yes… that just happened.
Okay well maybe a little my friend started this new job that made me come up with this last part… I don't envy his job at an asylum…. But then again I work at one of the nursing home/rehab centers, it's still pretty bad. Trust me it was a lot darker in my head then I wrote it out to be, I don't know why but I kept imagining an evil clown in one of those rooms…..Hell no I'm not putting any freaky clowns in here! So! What happens next? Who was where, what happened and why and for what reason!?
You shall have to wait my dearies…
Tatty Bye for now my lovelies…