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Finally chapter three!
I've been waiting for this since three is my favorite number.
But that's not only why I'm happy about this one.
Chapter three is where the dark stuff finally happens! Yay(I don't think people would be happy about that)
*there's a couple of people who stop reading this story after this chapter but I just want to say that you should've known already from the first chapter about the flashbacks. Read the warnings people and if you don't like the categories then don't even continue reading.
So yea onto this chapter's warnings.
Warnings: Dark flashbacks, cursing, violence
So that's it for warnings. If you can't handle that stuff then you shouldn't be reading this.
Enjoy chapter three! xD
Chapter 3
The boys, and one girl, stared at him and then at the blonde mess. Poor Tamaki was still being held captive.
He let out a loud muffled sound in which successfully captured the raven haired's attention. He lifted his foot off the blonde's back and stepped away.
It took a while for Tamaki to notice but eventually stood up and faced Izumi. A red bump started to form on his right temple.
"Meanie, that really hurt!" Tamaki whined, tears forming on the corners of his eyes, sounding more like a child rather than a seventeen-year-old teenager.
Izumi looked at him with his usual innocent stare, "Oh? I'm sorry, but you were following me."
Tamaki started laughing nervously, "W-what are you talking about? This is just pure coincidence."
He held the urge to start laughing at the blonde. He was a bad liar and made it obvious he was right. Nonetheless he smiled and said, "Oh I see. Do you guys usually go to the carnival when it's closed?"
The blonde continued to fake laugh and said, "Oh yes, you see we like to check how things are going before the grand opening!"
The blonde then pretended to look around with his hand on his forehead, like when people are trying to get a better view or block the sun.
Izumi smiled and said, "Me too! I really like exploring too." Tamaki sighed; looking relieved he let it go. The rest of his 'stalkers' tensed up, realizing it was a way of telling them he knew what they were doing.
Kaoru never felt such humiliation in his life. He was just caught 'stalking' the raven haired with the rest of the group.
They all had no choice but to leave first since Izumi clearly wasn't going to.
As the group got further away from the raven haired, Kaoru couldn't help but glance back at him. The raven haired was still smiling and waving goodbye but he suddenly stopped and looked at Kaoru with humor in his eyes.
His innocent mask broken, giving the auburn haired boy a mocking smirk. Izumi then winked at Kaoru which caused a blush to spread on the twin's face.
Still blushing, he glared at the raven haired who smirked even greater at the reaction he got. Kaoru stuck his tongue out at him and turned back around, refusing to look at him again. The raven haired really did get on his nerves.
He watched as Kaoru stuck his tongue out and turned around clearly in frustration. This made him enjoy the moment even more.
Izumi tensed up realizing what he was doing. He mentally scolded himself for that. He was supposed to stay away; not ignite the situation even more.
But he couldn't help it; he enjoyed how the auburn haired reacted towards him. It made him want to tease the boy constantly.
The small group was barely within eye sight so he decided it was best he went home. He looked up at the sky; it was starting to get dark out.
There were no leftovers from last night meaning he would have to cook when he got home. Unless they already beat him to it. The raven haired smiled and laughed a little as he walked away.
It was that time of day again. It's always the same. Everyday, always and always will be the same.
A small boy was sitting quietly on the floor. His knees brought up to his chest, his slender arms hugging them as he watched the door patiently. The room was dark; there were no windows or any source of light. Just that one door.
He could hear loud footsteps getting closer to the door; that slurred voice echoing throughout the whole house. The boy felt his heart beat faster as the footsteps grew closer and closer. Fear building up inside, crushing his small figure. Instincts telling him to run, far, far away from this room. But he couldn't do anything; there was no way out of this. It's the same everyday.
The door burst open; a tall shadow shaped like a man staggered inside and blocked the doorway. The strong odor of alcohol burned his nostrils. The door was shut loudly; anger and hate lingered off the man. Filling up the room, devouring the small boy of its powerful emotions. The boy flinched and started to tremble, unable to contain his fear anymore.
Suddenly the small boy was no longer sitting down but sailing across the room, hitting the wall and falling to the floor as he cried out in pain.
Tears ran down the boy's face, biting his lip to prevent making more sounds. The quieter he was, the less he'll be punished. Everyday is the same, that's what the boy thought. An internal of long minutes of mindless beating and curses, more blood spilled on the floor, adding stains to the previous days beating.
Yes, the boy knew any second now the man would stop and leave his broken body, sending someone else in to care for his wounds. But something was wrong. Today was not like every other day.
The beatings got stronger and more frequent, anger building up more than the usual. The small boy grew frightened; if the man didn't stop soon he may die tonight. Suddenly the man stopped, taking in long hard breaths, but didn't leave. Why was he not leaving?
A hand roughly pushed him backwards to the floor, another started to rip his already torn clothing off. The small boy was confused. The man never did this before. His eyes widened as he was suddenly left naked on the cold hard floor, irritating his poor raw skin.
The soft sound of a clicking metal filled the quiet room. The boy could just barely make out the scene of the man undoing his belt. That's when realization hit him like dozens of bullets.
The man grabbed the boy's body, pinning him firmly to the floor. His fear getting the best of him as he struggled and screamed.
"LET ME GO!"
But the man wouldn't listen. Hands grabbed the boy's inner thighs, forcing them to spread apart.
"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" The boy screamed at the top of his lungs only to get his head slammed down against the floor. He could feel a warm thick substance spreading across the back of his head. His vision went unfocused and he could barely move an inch. He couldn't feel anything; his body had gone numb, slowly losing consciousness. He couldn't feel the pain in his wounds from the beatings any longer.
The only thing he could feel was being torn apart from the bottom half of his body, excruciating pain shooting up his whole broken figure. And he screamed, he screamed and screamed out the unbearable pain until he blacked out.
Blue eyes shot open; looking around in an alarming way until they landed on brown eyes. The girl had messy tangled hair and stared at him in worry.
"Izumi?"
The raven haired ignored her and tried to sit up; he needed to get away from here before he found him. But the girl stopped him and grabbed his face with both her hands; making him look at her straight in the eyes. "Izumi, calm down."
His blue eyes held fear as time was wasted. The raven haired struggled against her hold.
"What are you doing!? He's going to find me!"
But she was a strong girl and held on tightly. Her brown eyes held sadness as she looked at the boy. She pulled him in and hugged him firmly, "Izumi, he's not going to hurt you." She whispered softly at him while running her hands through his hair in an attempt to calm him down.
What did she mean by that? "He's not here. He's not going to hurt you. I promise."
The raven haired stopped struggling as he began to remember. Oh that's right, he isn't here. He leaned against the girl and wrapped his arms around her. His body began to shake trying to forget his dream.
"I promise." She repeated as she rocked them both side to side like she always did whenever he had a nightmare. Just like she always did when he was in a child-like state: fragile and scared.
The girl looked down at the boy in her arms. She felt tears starting to build up in her eyes but she didn't let them fall. She couldn't, she had to be strong for him. There was no way to fix what has already happened.
Izumi had been broken to the point where the wounds wouldn't heal anymore. Both mentally and physically.
Unconsciously she made the mistake of tightening her grip on the boy. The raven haired yelped and tried to push her back.
She let go and started panicking, "I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?"
The boy nodded and placed his hand on his stomach. She laid him back carefully and pulled off his covers, pulling up his shirt to reveal the bandages. They were soaked lightly in red.
The girl cursed, "Shit, stay right here. I'll go get Ryuu." The girl ran as fast as she could through the hallways and down the stairs. She found a boy with dyed blonde hair in his late 20s sitting in the kitchen, playing on his PSP.
"Ryuu!" she called out.
He looked up sharply at his name. "It's Izumi." and that was all she needed to say before he left his game abandoned. Going into the pantry looking for the things he needed.
They both ran up the stairs and into Izumi's room. He was still in the same position that the girl had left him in.
Ryuu went up to the boy and asked, "Izumi, how are you feeling?"
The girl looked at him in clear annoyance. Is he blind or something? Can't he see the fucking bandages!?
The raven haired frowned and shook his head, "It hurts. A lot."
The fake blonde nodded and began to carefully take the boy's shirt off for more access.
As Ryuu finished treating him, he couldn't help but worry a bit about Monday. The wound hasn't healed enough for the raven haired to even be moving, much less go to school.
"Izumi." the boy looked up and tilted his head to the side in question. "You shouldn't go to school next week."
His blue eyes narrowed and simply said, "I'm going."
Emerald eyes stared at him in disbelief so the raven haired added to reassure him, "I'll be okay, really."
The fake blonde didn't look convinced but let it go in the end.
After a few minutes the raven haired sat up and got off the bed. No longer in deep pain from the pills he took. He walked to his wardrobe and searched for clothes. "Liviya, go on down and start breakfast." he said without looking back.
"Okay." he heard the girl say. He heard the sound of both Ryuu and Liviya moving towards the door.
"Oh that's right!" Izumi suddenly said as he turned around to look at them.
They both stopped walking and looked back at him. The raven haired smiled and said, "First, go fix your hair, Mufasa~"
Ryuu snickered as the girl looked at him confused and touched her hair. She looked at the mirror that just happened to be right next to her. Izumi grinned as the girl's eyes widened at her appearance.
Liviya turned to look at him and glared, "You asshole! Stop making fun of my name!"
The fake blonde burst out laughing, "You're the one that always has their hair like that!" Liviya turned and glared at Ryuu next. "It's called bed hair!" she growled.
Izumi stared at them smiling a bit as they left his room, bickering at each other. They never got along after all.
He pulled on his gym shorts over his boxers and left to go find the kitchen, smelling the aroma of classical pancakes being made.
The weekend passed by with a breeze. And before everyone knew it, it was the beginning of a new school week. This week's latest gossip concerned of a certain student. Girls were eager to see him again, boys envious of all the attention on someone no one even knew.
The center of attention walked along the hallways, in search of his classroom. As he went inside the class and students immediately went into whisper-mode.
Some mustered up courage to greet him briefly, in which he returned with a bright smile. The girls blushed and glanced away. He took his seat by the window and decided he would actually pay attention in class this time.
As time flew by the raven haired could feel the intense stare of a certain boy with glasses. He felt as if he were being studied, it was beginning to bother the raven haired.
Lunch break came and a blonde boy covered the boy's view. "Listen Kyouya, we should invite Izumi to lunch." His eyes narrowed at the request as he pushed his glasses further up his nose.
"Very well then, let's-"
He didn't get to finish with the sudden gasps and "How lucky~!" coming from his classmates.
Both Tamaki and Kyouya looked over at the commotion, seeing the raven haired standing in front of a girl with short wavy brown hair.
The class watched eagerly as the raven haired smiled at the girl. Her already visible blush darkened even more.
"Excuse me miss, I'm sorry about last week. But if your offer's still up, I would like for you to show me around. If it's not too much trouble." The girls squealed and urged her on.
The girl looked pleased and very quietly said "S-sure. I can show you around."
The raven haired nodded and gave her another smile; he extended his hand and held it out to her. Her blush would've darkened more if it wasn't already at its limit.
She carefully placed her hand on his and he guided them both out the door. She felt her heart skip a beat as the girls squealed and whined even louder.
The whole time Kyouya glared at the raven haired. It seemed more like he was trying to find a way to escape them.
As if to confirm his thoughts Izumi gave him a sideways glance as he passed by and just barely let a mocking smirk for only him to see. Kyouya glared at him, his glasses hiding it from the others.
Meanwhile the blonde in front of him started complementing the boy's 'performance'. "Oh and did you see the way he offered his hand to her? It was simply prefect! Exactly how a gentleman should act towards a lady!"
Tamaki was completely oblivious to the stare-down Kyouya and Izumi had moments ago.
"Although I do think he could've thought of something better than 'miss' like 'princess' or 'beautiful maiden'. And he should know that you never get straight to the point."
Kyouya sighed, yup completely oblivious.
"And this right here is where the host club is currently being held." The girl said.
After getting the chance to talk to Izumi more she no longer had a problem with her stuttering. Izumi glanced up at the same big doors he encountered last week. "I see. This host club, it's pretty popular among the students here at Ouran, correct?"
Although he already knew the answer to that, he still asked.
"Yes, all of the girls here have at least gone once to try it out." The girl reddened as she said this, turning her head to the side so he wouldn't see it.
But he already saw it before she could even turn away, "And you? Have you gone too?"
Just like he predicted, she had gotten nervous and started to stutter again. "W-well yes. B-but not all the time! Just s-sometimes, like e-every now and then."
Izumi couldn't help but laugh a bit to lighten up the mood. "It's alright. I mean you did say all the girls, right?" The girl glanced at him and he gave her a small reassuring smile.
Part of the reason why he had asked her to be his tour guide was because he wanted to stay away from the blonde and the four-eyed with him.
"So tell me, what's the host club like?"
But the main reason was because he wanted to get information too.
The host club obviously had no intention of giving up on him. And he particularly asked her and not another student because last week she had come to him first. It wouldn't be suspicious if he were to ask her because of that. Not to mention he was certain at the time she went to the host club as a customer often.
"It's hard to say, I mean, every girl has their own taste. You could say that the host club fits perfectly for whatever they are."
The raven haired stayed quiet. "Like there's Tamaki Suoh from our class, he's the princely type. Kyouya Ootori, also in our class, is the cool type. 1st years' Hitachiin twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, are the devil's type. Haruhi Fujioka is the normal type. And 3rd years' Mitsukuni Haninozuka, or Honey, is the Lolita type, and Takashi Morinozuka, or Mori, is the silent type."
Perfect, that's all he needed to know for now. "Hm. Say, we only have a few minutes left. Did you bring your own lunch?"
The girl took her time to answer, clearly not expecting the question. "Um, yes I did. Why?"
Izumi smiled at her and said "Why don't we go somewhere else. Let's have lunch together." She blushed but accepted nonetheless.
He did say 'let's have lunch together', right? So why am I the only one eating? The girl sighed inwardly, and glanced at the raven haired beside her.
They would talk every now and then but for the most part they both remained quiet. "Kaneko?"
The boy glanced over at her and tilted his head to the side. The girl noticed this habit of his immediately after the first few minutes of meeting. And she had to say she found it quite adorable.
"Um, are you not going to eat anything?"
He smiled and answered, "I didn't bring anything with me."
And just as the girl was about to offer her lunch to him, he shook his head and added, "No, I couldn't possibly take your food. I'm on a special diet anyways; I'm not allowed to eat certain things."
The girl was disappointed but let it go.
He wasn't lying really, the pills he had to take pretty much made him loose his appetite. Speaking of which, he had to take them again soon. His abdomen was starting to throb from all the walking. The bell rang and they both began walking back to class. They were both on the roof, Izumi's idea since he didn't want to risk seeing the little host club again.
As they both grew closer to their class, Izumi stopped and told her to go on ahead. He needed to take his pills fast before he wasn't able to take the pain anymore.
He went inside a single restroom and locked the door. He took his pills out of his pocket and swallowed them with the sink water. He waited about a minute until he felt certain he could move again.
The pills hadn't taken complete affect but he was able to ignore it for the most part. Izumi couldn't take too long; if he were late it would cause too much commotion. Especially with that Kyouya in his class whose constantly watching his every move.
The girl walked in wearing a shy smile that didn't go unnoticed. She was immediately overwhelmed with various amounts of questions.
"So how was it!?" this one girl asked, then another, "What did he say!?"
She couldn't help but blush at all the attention she was receiving.
"Oh my god, she's blushing! Something happened!"
She mentally scolded herself for growing even darker, now they had the wrong idea.
The girls were starting to think of perverted things, going into their own little fantasies. And her unease worsened as the blonde princely student got on her case too. He grabbed her hands and held it close to him in a dramatic way.
"Oh such sinful acts played upon such an innocent maiden as you. You need not hide anything. You can tell me your worries." She couldn't help but compare the blonde to Izumi.
Unlike him, Tamaki seemed fake to her now. Izumi had been kind and generous towards her; he didn't need to use cheesy pick-up-lines to woo her.
Since she met Izumi, she couldn't help but think he fits the role of the prince better than Tamaki ever could.
"No, he didn't do anything. He was actually very kind to me." The girl responded honestly and smiled at the small time they spent together.
The blonde blinked, seeming to be a little startled. He looked like he was about to say something else but at that moment the raven haired walked in.
He passed them both and gave the girl a smile she grew to love in the short time. She smiled back at him as he walked to his seat.
The late bell rang telling the others it was their cue to take their seats.
As the blonde took his seat besides his best friend he couldn't help but replay the scene over. "It looks like you have competition Tamaki."
The blonde glanced over at the voice. Kyouya was closing the notebook he's constantly writing on. "Do you still think your plan is a good idea?"
Tamaki frowned and thought about it. It was true if Izumi got this amount of attention from the girls now, then who knows how it will be when he becomes a member of the host club. Nonetheless he wouldn't back down.
"Yes, we're still going through with this."
Kyouya smiled slightly and pushed up his glasses out of habit. He had asked his father yesterday about the raven haired. What would happen if Tamaki knew what he knew? Would he change his mind then?
Hope you guys still liked the chapter even with the flashback in it.
*In case you're wondering: The name Liviya means "Lioness of God" (which would explain why Izumi called her Mufasa)
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