Oh my gosh plase please please don't hate mee! If your still reading this story I am so sorry for not updating! I could give you a billion exuses(i was sick but still not the enire what..4-6 months?) Again I AM SORRY! /3 Okay well..Here you go peoples-Annie
*BAM STORY*
Tired sighs are exchanged between the Host Club and all eyes lock on Hikaru, waiting for some sort of explanation. Dropping his gaze to the floor ushers his friends upstairs and slowly pulls himself up behind them. The group gathers in room that at one point might have been cheerful and welcoming but now is only haunting. Stuffed animals and other childhood toys are scatted across the floor of this dark playroom.
"Takashi…We…Have we been here before?" Hunny asks sliding his small hands across the worn fabric on the arm of the small couch they're seated on. His cousin nods without uttering a word. Hikaru hobbles in at that moment, flops down into a chair, and looks down at the floor again. Two words shatter the near silence.
"An address." The redhead mumbles. "H-he gave me an address."
"What?" Tamaki questions leaning down to try and catch the twin's eyes. "Hikaru what did you say?" The aforementioned teen's head snaps up and amber eyes meet the blonde's own violet pair.
"The Gamemaker. He gave me an address." The boy hesitates a moment and then speaks again. "Does anyone have a pen? And paper?" He asks aiming the questions at Kyoya, but its Haruhi who speaks up.
"I-i have a pen and a pad of paper." She says quietly as she begins to rummage through her handbag.
~ My brother…. My big, not afraid of anything, I'll-kick-your-ass, calm under pressure brother…snapped? What is going on? A smirk crosses the Gamemaker's cruel face as he stares down at me. "You've been a pretty good kid so far Kaoru." He growls. "How about we play a little game of our own?" Soon his big meaty hands reach behind my head and undo the cloth that I spit out gladly.
He leans across and unties both of the ropes binding my hands and I sigh in defeated relief. Then his rank alcohol breath is in my face and his dull brown eyes are inches from mine. "Ready to play little Hitachiin?" ~
"354 Johnson Street. Are you sure Hikaru? Absolutely sure?" Kyoya asks leaning over his friend's shoulder to look down at the scribbled address. The ginger looks up the Ootori boy with a mixture of pain and confusion in his eyes.
"No. "He finally breathes letting the pen slid from his grasp. Before he can try and form another sentence, the teen is wracked with coughs. Concern melts into the eyes of the watching club members as the Hitachiin's face begins to turn a horrible shade of bright red.
"Hikaru." Kyoya snaps waiting until the boys amber eyes lock on his before continuing. "Where's your inhaler?" The redhead raises a shaking hand and points to a small box on opposite wall. Moving quickly the raven-haired teen crosses the room taking the box from its shelf and throws the small item to Haruhi. "Give that to him." Wide-eyes Haruhi obeys pressing the inhaler to her friend's mouth and pressing the top.
Hikaru gulps the mixture of medicine and oxygen until he feels like his breathing has steadied enough that he can breathe on his own. He takes the inhaler from the brunette and settles back into the chair still panting a little.
"I was wondering when something like this was going to happen. You know what happens when you overexert yourself Hikaru." Kyoya sighs from across the room. The teen shakes his head pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers when another though assaults him. "Does Kaoru have an inhaler with him?"
~The first thing I notice when I wake up is how cotton like my mouth feels. I lick my lips trying to moisten my dry lips as I crack my eyes open. After my eyes have adjusted to the harsh lighting, I notice the chill rushing across my body. A glance downward confirms my fears as I find myself in only my boxers. I can feel my arms twisted at an awkward angle behind my back and I as I tug experimental against them I'm slightly relieve to find something other than rope binding by wrists and ankles to the chair. "A-h. So you're finally awake my little puppet." The all too familiar voice of the Gamemaker chuckles someplace behind me and I flinch at the feeling of his hand ruffling me hair. I open my mouth to try and tell the prick to get his damn filthy hands off me but all I manage is a harsh dry cough before I start heaving. After emptying the contents of my stomach onto the floor I notice the man's hand steadily patting my back. A growl pulls from my throat and I turn to snap at him but as I do all my air escapes me. I can feel my eyes widening in panic as I franticly gasp for air that just won't seem to come. Is this is then? Is this my going to be my last memory, sitting tied down to a chair with a kidnapper staring as I gasp for the air that'll never come? Mother would kill me herself if she knew I didn't have my inhaler…But poor me ignorant me…. The darkness is coming and I welcome it was a sadistic grin, yeah stupid me. ~