This is the final chapter on What She Never Said. Do not fret, however, because the sequel is already in progress. It will be posted in a couple of minutes. Please don't forget to review and be on the lookout for You Don't Know Me.

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She stared at him in disbelief, her body freezing to the point where she forgot to breathe.

"W-what?" she asked quietly, "what are you—"

"I can't afford a scandal. You need to move," the boy explained, but she still didn't understand. Why did she need to go? Why couldn't he go?

"But my quota—"

"Forget it. I'm willing to give you all the money. How quickly can you disappear?"

This was probably the first time she had heard him so anxious. He obviously needed her to disappear, or at least wanted her to. Haruhi let herself breathe, continuing the blood through her. For a moment, she considered his offer. He stared at her blankly, his face cool, but in his eyes, you could see the unrest of his soul.

In a way, it amused her greatly but at the moment, she let it slip past her; there were more important matters at hand.

"Why?"

"I believe we've established this, Haruhi—"

"NO!" the brunette shrieked loud enough for anyone to hear. "No!"

"Why are you shouting?" he asked

"Answer my question Kyoya," she ordered, "tell me why you…"

"Why I did what, Haruhi?"

His voice had hardened considerably—like ice frozen to concrete. She could see now the patience thinning gin his eyes, his eye color darkening to almost black. Kyoya's expression struck fear into her, but she was way too curious to retreat.

"Why did you rape me Kyoya?"

The moment it slipped past her lips, she realized it was the first moment she had finally admitted out loud to it ever happening. The brunette began to feel nauseous, her hands moving to rest on her belly to somehow calm her insides.

"Because I could."

"What?" Her eyes widened as he moved in closer towards her. She attempted to step backwards, but found she was pressed against the door to the Host Club.

"You wanted it," he breathed as he leaned in, kissing her full on the lips. He licked between her parted lips teasingly. Haruhi's common sense finally kicked in, and she quickly pushed him away. He had a pleased look on his face. "Your body quivered when I touched you. You moaned so loudly when I entered your tight heat. You wanted it."

"No! I didn't want it! I said no, Kyoya!" she protested loudly.

"But your body begged for it. You're such a dirty whore and you know it."

Cool tears streaked down her face, contrasting her heated cheeks. His hand came up to caress the side of her face. She flinched away, moving quickly to the other side of the hall way. She faced the wall to control the anger.

Her thoughts traveled to her friends—Mori, Tamaki, Hunny and the twins—before turning her thoughts to her gentle, loving father. A delicate smile graced her face as the anger in her slowly began to fade away.

Suddenly, hands wrapped themselves around her neck. His grip was tight, and she could no longer breathe. Haruhi thrashed around, her hands moving rapidly to pull his hands off her neck.

"Shh, don't struggle," he breathed, his breath heating the back of her neck. The brunette's vision began to blur, leading her further into darkness. Her attempts became less and less strong, and her faith in life was slipping.

His lips moved to her neck, sucking roughly on the skin there as he left his mark on her. The tip of his tongue swirled around, but she wasn't exactly focused on how any of this was feeling. She was more focused on the sensation of not being able to breathe, a weird and wild thing that kind of felt pressured.

All of a sudden, the girl found herself welcoming death and liking the idea of no longer living. In fact, she welcomed it. What was worth living for? This would end it all. Once he held his grip tighter and kept on holding, the end would come and there would be no more pain… and no more baby…

But just as quickly at the suffocation had come, it stopped. The chocking stopped as Kyoya was jerked away from her, allowing her the freedom to collapse unto the floor and lay on the ground. Her chest rose and fell to allow air to pass through her system, giving her liberty to let out the rough cough that had been pent up within her.

Someone collapsed beside her, gasping loudly. "Haruhi, are you okay?"

She glanced out of the corner of her eye, finding that Tamaki was now kneeled beside her. His eyes were open with confusion. As she let out another cough, Haruhi picked herself up so that she was sitting on crossed-legged on the floor. The blonde wrapped an arm around her shoulders, burying his face in her neck. She stared in front of her as the twins held Kyoya down on the ground, wondering how they managed to keep him down while the raven-haired boy kicked and struggled.

Mori blocked her vision as he bent down to inspect here. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, still not able to talk from the mere shock of everything that had happened.

"The twins should be able to hold him down," he continued, his voice darkening into a more furious tone. "Hunny's phoning the police right now… why would come out here, Haruhi? You know what he's capable of."

"I'm confused," interrupted Tamaki as he pulled away from Haruhi's neck, "What's going on with Kyoya? What he's capable of, Haruhi?"

Mori seemed to hesitate before looking into Haruhi's teary eyes with a sad expression written in them. He stared at her as if he was sending her an apology before she could say anything. The quiet boy turned to look Tamaki with a more serious expression.

"Kyoya raped Haruhi; he's the father of her child," he announced. Her heart pumped in her chest. Her head began to throb agonizingly making it impossible for her to focus on anything in particular.

Mori stood up, "I'm going to check on Hunny." And with that, he walked away down the hall, leaving them without another word. She could now see the twins and how viciously they stared at the man they had pinned to the ground.

"I suggest you loosen your grip before I take away everything your father has ever owned!" Kyoya snapped in Hikaru's general direction, but it did nothing. Hikaru's face had contorted into something sinister and sadistic. He didn't even resemble Kaoru anymore—he looked like an entirely different human being... if even human.

"Hikaru, seriously, loosen your grip before he sues or something," Kaoru ordered softly. Beside her, Tamaki said nothing, stiffly continuing to sit on the ground. Haruhi let out a couple of breaths to calm herself. Hikaru's deep, feral growl filled the hall.

"You're lucky your daddy has connections."

Hikaru muttered something to his brother, and the twins began to move, snatching Kyoya off the floor to hold him in front of the brunette stared blankly up at them. The boy's glasses had fallen off and sat in front of him as he struggled against the hold of the red-heads. He stared down at her with an irritated glower, his lips snarled backwards. She could see the absolute hatred behind his eyes. The boy was obviously caught, so he had to be livid at the moment, but there was nothing that could be said now to change anything.

She began to feel someone move beside her. Her eyes adverted to the ground, again feeling shameful of what she had caused.

"Come on, Haruhi," Tamaki whispered, "let's get off the floor before someone comes down the hall."

Haruhi could hear him; she just couldn't understand what he was trying to say. She didn't move, breathing to herself as she let her eyes slip closed once more. Something grabbed her hands ever so softly, giving them a gentle tug of encouragement. Her stiffness loosened, and then, she was moving up back unto her weak legs. But still, her eyes remained closed.

"Open your eyes, Haruhi."

His voice meant business, but she couldn't allow herself the pleasure of seeing how soft and tender his eyes were right now.

"For me."

The brunette opened her eyes, first only staring at the ground to get comfortable with the idea. Then, she lifted her gaze a little, immediately being greeted by bright eyes that sparkled when they peered deep into her. The blonde began to move, wrapping his arms around her to pull her close to his chest. They sat like this for a moment while he whispered nothing but soothing things into her ears.

His voice was cautious, but soft like a blanket that wrapped itself around her body until she felt secure and safe there.

"Are you okay?" he asked after letting her go.

"No."

Her honesty caused his small smile to falter downward into a grimace. "Haruhi…"

A loud grunt of pain sounded behind them, causing them to quickly twist to them. Kaoru was now collapsed on the ground, clenching his stomach with Hikaru crouched beside him worriedly.

Kyoya was no where to be seen.

Haruhi dashed to his side, "What happened?"

"Kyoya elbowed him in the stomach and ran," the red-head answered.

"Should we go after him?" Tamaki questioned frantically. No one wanted to answer that question, allowing for them to sit in silence for a minute. Kaoru began to move, pushing himself off the ground with the help of his twin brother. Then, they fell back into silence at the boy leaned against his brother as the pain began to sting just a little. "No one answered… should we go after?"

"Forget it."

Surprisingly, it wasn't anyone there who answered. It was Hunny, who had come bouncing down the hall. He waltzed over, patting Kaoru on the head as if to comfort him somehow.

"There's no point," he finished. "We can't win against him."

"But we can try," both Hikaru and Kaoru protested.

"But what's the point? Regardless of what we do, he has the money and the connections to get him off the hook," the tiny blonde pointed out. "There's no way to win."

Now the inevitable truth sat in the air menacingly, but no one wanted it to sink in; not even Hunny who had come up with the idea.

Haruhi cleared her throat. "Hey… guys…"

Everyone's eyes turned to her as they waited patiently for her to finish. She blinked, looked down at the ground before looking back up.

"I think I owe everyone an apology…," she finished, "I should've told you guys. It's just, I felt like if I told, that nothing would be accomplished by it. I didn't want to seem… weak."

She had to spit out the last part, finding that her confession was completely true. The girl was somehow ashamed of her thoughts, but wasn't about to take them back now that everything had been said and done.

"It's alright," Tamaki said.

"Yeah," Kaoru began.

"We totally understand," Hikaru finished. "But next time anything happens, you can come to us. You gotta be able to trust us with things like this."

"We were all worried," Hunny squeaked. "Especially Mori-kun!"

"Did he know the entire time?" one of the twins asked.

"He heard it happen," Haruhi explained, blushing slightly. "I-I didn't want him to know either, but he happened to be walking by the bedroom when it happened—"

"When did it happen?"

"The time we went to the beach…"

They all nodded their heads (except for Hunny, who had known the entire time but didn't want to make things worse on Haruhi) as they let it all sink in.

"Haruhi," Tamaki began in a strong, king-like voice, "I command you to never keep secrets from us ever again!"

A petite smile grazed her features. "Alright, senpai, I promise."

His face grew warm with excitement. "Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed. "You're so adorable!"

And with that, he grabbed hold of her cheeks and began to pinch them enthusiastically. She couldn't help the laughs that erupted from her chest, shaking her body as she did.

Behind her, she could hear the footsteps of someone. She pushed Tamaki away, turning around to see who was approaching.

Mori was standing there with his head hung low. "Haruhi…"

She ran up to him, burying her face in his chest. She squeezed the life out of him (as best as possible) and pulled away to look up.

"Thank you, Mori. For everything you've done for me," she whispered. A smirk appeared on his face.

"You're welcome, Haruhi."

End.