I may do one more chapter, but I am alive and I will be going through all my previous chapters and just improving the details and shit. Man I suck at romance. So, I'm not dead, don't have an excuse, the only reason this is probably even getting out is procrastination, I have an exam tomorrow. Yay me. But I will be writing again and I will be updating more so look forward to that. Oh and tell me what you think of Akito in this, his big change. P,ease review, I need them. Even if it's to tell me how crap I am, I need to know!

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"I will kill you all!" Akito yelled in rage as he was stopped from getting to the doors. "I AM YOUR MASTER! AND YOU WILL LISTEN WHEN I ORDER YOU!"

Ayame pulled a hand back and struck out at his master. Such a vile word but it really was befitting of Akito. In the past the man had never gone so far as to use chains to tie them down, he had simply ordered and they had obeyed. But he refused to anymore. He refused to be tied down and told what to do and when to do it, and would not it happen to his family either. Of course, he had never considered Akito family.

Ayame's hand hit hard against tender unharmed flesh. "I don't have, a master Akito. And I never have."

Yuki was unconscious and so was Kyo, Hatori had had to go and Shigure was on the floor, unable to move.

"You are just A MORTAL LIKE THE REST OF US! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TREAT ANYONE THE WAY YOU DO!" Ayame hadn't known he was yelling, hadn't even noticed as he pulled Akito up by the collar of his clothes and levelled him with the best glare he had.

Akito hated them, he hated them. They were so loved, so cared for and he couldn't even have a friend, everyone wanted something from him. He knew he was mortal, he was reminded of it every time he saw Hatori, every time he looked in the mirror and saw his disgusting face. So why the hell couldn't he just be a god for the few mere minutes he was here! He was there master, they had to listen to him! Akito felt those hands tighten, they would listen to him. He spat out at Ayame, "You are simply my pet, and as my pet you will bow down to my every command. If you don't I will just abandon you like the TRASH YOU ARE!" He gripped the wrist that held him and returned the glare, but was surprised that the snake didn't drop him.

"You. Are. A. Monster!" He sneered and Akito felt a drop of fear run through him as he was dropped to the floor.

Ayame was done, completely and utterly done. He glared at Akito before turning around, he was going to get his brother, get his lover and then go see his sister. And he would be damned if anyone stood in his way. As he turned he found that the three previously knocked out were now standing, watching with matching glares.

The four moved, as one, each vowing to get there revenge. They had just gotten to the doors when a weary and cold voice stopped them. "Wait."

They turned to Akito with growls on there faces and murder in there eyes. "What?" Kyo growled.

"Leave," they blinked, confused, what had he said? "If I ever see any of your faces again I will cleave them from your neck. This is your one chance, I am your God after all. But, if I ever see you again, you will be dead for the way you have treated me."

The man, for he was just a man, walked away with a smirk long his lips and sadness in his eyes. It was over, he was giving them there ticket to escape, it's not like he had one anyway. He left silently, he knew they knew it to. Bu given them, no, ordering them to leave, he was condemning himself to his own death.

He stopped in the hall, how long had he been walking for? He turned silently, gazing longingly at his own reflection. He raised a hand to the glass and ran it down the once pale and smooth cheek, now marked with a large bruise that was still spreading.

He was a man, he was a dying man claimed a god, but still a man, a leader and yet no different from any other. He had not chosen to be who he was, not chosen to die young, to lead the others. He had grown up looking longingly at the other children. But he had to be perfect, the master and so his dreams of being an artist slipped away with time and a once kind child was replaced with hatred, jealousy of those around him. Like Yuki who was loved forever, and Haruhi who got to live a real life and have friends. He could feel his heart giving out and his last thought as he stared into the mirror, was that he wished he hadn't been born.

Tohru froze, how was she meant to respond to that. She looked down at her shoes, she didn't even know a suitable excuse. What was she-

"Aw, Kyoya," Tohru froze as Kyoya looked away from her and behind her to the eerily familiar voice. "I am glad to see you again." Although the voice clearly indicated he wasn't.

"Ranka," Kyoya said, his anger still clearly there. He didn't care who he had to threaten he would find out why the girl he loved like a sister, the only person that's even understood him, was chained up like a dog and forced to preform as she was beaten by a man, nobody even bothering to point out how disgusting it was. "Maybe you can answer me."

"Of course," Rankas voice was emotionless as he stopped next to Haruhi, an arm being thrown around her shoulder in reassurance. Neither were sure who it was really sure, perhaps for both, each worrying for there dear friend. Or maybe simply that the secret would not be told. That being said, neither cared enough to figure it out, there minds were otherwise occupied right now.

Of course he wasn't going to tell Kyoya the real reason but he had a pretty good excuse. "Look," he began sighing. "There's a reason she came to me under a false name, Akito-Sama, the head of the family was engaged to a lady of another family. He was quite infatuated with her so when she turned around and cheated on him with Yuki's father. A man Akito already hated, he went off the edge and now has become quite a known fact the way she is treated. Only with the head of the family's of course. Although none of them were expecting that today."

It was half true he supposed, Akito had hated Haruhi's father and was rather infatuated with her mother. "And this rare condition,"Kyoya asked, skeptical. His voice clearly showing how he didn't believe in Haruhi's so called, "rare condition." He stood, his arms crossed, his face set, he would have answers damnit!

"An illness that runs in the family, of course only a few get it, but it is unheard of outside of the Doctor, Hatori, he also has it I'm afraid."

Kyoya didn't know what to say to that, he supposed it made some sense. However, such a prominent family as the Somas would have usually gotten rid of such a hindrance. He was glad that the girl hadn't been thrown away like trash but the third born son had a feeling he knew just how bad she had had it all her life. Bad enough to run away with a false name, if what Ranka was saying was true anyway. And admittedly he was beginning to believe it.

"Kyo," a hard cough was heard from the room, the three, who previously stood lost in thought, reacting as one as they moved towards the room. "Ky-yo," Haruhi's voice was horse, terribly so. Like nails were grinding against her throat as she spoke and she clawed at her chest with her fingers in a desperate attempt to release some of the pain. Her breaths were coming in harsh pants as she pressed herself against the mattress, forcing herself down, yet trying desperately to get up.

"Haruhi," the three at the door yelled as one. Ranka and Tohru were by her side before anyone else could even move and Kyoya was left dumb founded as his eyes raked over the pale and tired form of Haruhi. Thin and covered in makes from the chains he had to wonder how she could of survived such grotesque treatment, as if she were a wild animal that had been caught by a poacher. No, he didn't think less of her for running away.

As he looked at the worried faces of the others, it was clear none of them did either.

The girl turned her head slowly as her hand was grabbed, the motion like that of a dolls head. A broken and battered doll. "Kyo," she said again, questioningly this time. He had to be there right, he had been there before. Her eyes scanned over all the familiar faces, each different set of hair and worry filled pair of eyes. No Kyo.

Her eyes fell to the hands that were grabbing hers, soft and gentle. Then she took in everything else. She took in the soft beeping that rang through the room. A heart monitor. The pain that swam through her body like a fish in the sea, the smell of disinfectant. The white. She was in a hospital.

Her mind when straight into panic mode, she could not be in a hospital. Doctors were bad, every one of them were evil. Images of men in white coats cutting her open filled her mind as her eyes went wide and she searched the room again and again for familiar orange hair and pair of cat like orange eyes.

Nothing. Haruhi dropped her head to her chest, his name falling from her lips like rain, silent and broken. She let the pain consume her, if he wasn't there what did it matter.

"Haruhi!" Her head flicked up to the door. Her eyes widening even further, tears still falling.

"Kyo…" It was so silent, almost blocked out by the heart monitor.

The two stared at each other, and no one dared to break the fragile silence that was created. If was as if they broke it and the world would end.

Kyo took a step forward and then everything slowed down.

Haruhi's eyes, filled previously with happiness at seeing him rolled back in her head. The heart monitor flat lined and she fell back, blood running from her mouth. There was chaos. Utter terror and chaos and Kyo ran, trying desperately to reach her in time. Nurses surrounded him, doctors muttering about stupid useless things. Kyo was pulled away from where he thrown himself at Haruhi, Yuki and Ayame too. Hatori was trying desperately to help in some way, do anything for the girl he viewed as a sister. Amongst it all, all the noise and all the commotion. One haunted word left Kyo's lips. "Haruhi."

It seemed, that that one small step really had broken his world. One second and everything had fallen apart.