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Haruhi POV

The storm ragged behind me as I ran. I tore through the cemetery, dodging tombstones and grave markers left and right. The soil turned to mud as the rain hit it, gripping onto my ankles and feet and dragging me down, down into the earth to rest with those who had fallen.

"NO!" I screamed at the ground, flailing my arms about. "Leave me alone! She needs me!"

I stumbled and tripped my way through the alleys, wiping tears and rain from my eyes as I did. She was in front of me, falling backwards slowly into the ground, her hand outstretched towards me. I reached for her and picked up my pace, but I went nowhere. She kept falling.

"NO! MOM! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! YOU HAVE TO STAY WITH ME!" I screamed at her, trying desperately to get to her, to reach her and help her. Because she couldn't leave me, it was impossible. I still needed her to help me and teach me and be there for me.

I watched with reddened eyes as she fell the rest of the way into the earth, the stone tablet above where she laid reading: Fujioka Kotoko, beloved wife, mother, and friend.

"Mom," I whispered as I stood, letting the rain fall around me, drenching me through and through.

I felt a tear fall out of my eye, still closed from slumber. A finger came up to wipe it away and I opened my eyes to see Kyouya looking down at me with sad and inquiring eyes.

"I miss my mom," I whispered, looking down. The memory of the dream came back to me full force and I started crying, letting the tears flow freely. Kyouya pulled me into his arms and held my head against his chest. He whispered words of comfort into my ear, but they meant little to me. "I miss her so much," I choked out.

Kyouya kissed the top of my head and held me close. The only sound in the room was my desperate sobbing and Kyouya's whispered hushes and soothing sounds. He pulled me into his lap and rocked me back and forth, as if I were a small child who saw the boogeyman.

Once I finally calmed down, Kyouya kissed my temple, allowing me to center and control myself. I looked up in his eyes and saw the need in them to make me feel happier. Concern was written all over his face, and it saddened me to see him worried about me. I reached my hand up and pressed it to the side of his face.

Kyouya turned his head into my palm and closed his eyes, his expression slowly softening. "I am ok," I said quietly.

Kyouya turned his head and looked me in the eye. I let my hand drop down to his chest and rest against his shirt lightly. His hand swept a bit of my hair away from my face and wiped moisture away from under my eyes. "I am here if you want to talk," was all he said.

I nodded my head but said nothing, looking down again and circling my finger on his chest. Kyouya kissed my forehead and I looked up at him, meeting his lips in a kiss. It was soft and sweet.

When he pulled back I smiled up at him, sliding my hand in his and squeezing it a bit. Each and every time there was a lightning storm, I had that same dream. It always left me shaken and upset, but I had never let it show before to someone else. My father was even oblivious to the nightmare and the terrible sadness it inflicted upon me.

"Why don't we go get you cleaned up?" Kyouya suggested quietly. I rubbed my eyes and nodded silently, allowing him to pick me up and carry me to the bathroom.

Kyouya set me down next to the sink and walked over to the cabinet, pulling a green washcloth from the shelf. Coming back over to where I sat, he turned on the faucet and ran the material under the warm water. I watched him carefully as he wrung out the towel and reached up to brush hair out of my face before pressing the washcloth under my eye, wiping away the tears.

I closed my eyes and relaxed into his touch against my neck, holding my head in place while his other wiped away all traces of my sorrow. Kyouya moved slowly and gently, but with a purpose. The warmth of his hand and the towel soothed me.

I felt him press his lips to mine softly and I smiled against them. After he pulled back I opened my eyes, looking into his concerned gray ones. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his cheek, lingering there a few seconds.

"Are you feeling better?" Kyouya asked me. I pulled back and nodded my head.

"Thank you, Kyouya. Ever since my mother died, whenever there is a thunderstorm I have the same dream. I'm running through a cemetery and it's pouring down rain. My mother is in front of me, reaching out to me and calling for me, falling down into the ground. I always try to reach her, but I never can."

I paused, collecting myself, before I continued. "Every time I watch as she is pulled down into the earth. I stand there, the rain pounding down around me, looking at her tombstone and wishing there was something I could do to help her." I looked up into Kyouya's eyes, a tear escaping once again. "I still need her, Kyouya. It's so hard to put on a happy face when I know I'm never going to see her again alive. I miss her so much, everyday. Sometimes I don't even know how I'll get up in the morning. But I still do, because my father needs me, and I'm all he has."

Kyouya stayed silent, wiping tears from my eyes. "I don't know what I'd do if he left me, too. Believe it or not, being with you and the rest of the Host Club helps. I see the joy and love and friendship that surrounds me when I'm with you all and it fills me with happiness, knowing mom would want me to have friends like you." I chuckled slightly. "She'd like you, you know. She'd think you were the perfect boy for me. She always joked I'd never meet a boy that could handle me, but if I found one that was willing to try, he'd be the one for me."

Kyouya kissed my lips again and smiled. "I'm glad to hear that," he said.

"You would have liked her, if you'd ever gotten to meet her. She was so caring and gentle and she always was willing to help people." I looked past his shoulder as I spoke, remembering all the memories I had of my mother. "I try to be like her, to be strong like her. But sometimes my happy face is a façade." I looked into Kyouya's eyes.

"You can always talk to me, Haruhi. I promise you," Kyouya said, pulling me into a warm hug.

"I know. Thank you, Kyouya," I whispered against the skin of his neck.

He held me closer and kissed a path from my temple down to the base of my neck. I relaxed into his touch and smiled, knowing I was safe and secure in his arms. When Kyouya pulled back I was happier than I had ever been after one of my nightmares.

I smiled and Kyouya smiled back, leaning in and kissing me again, still softly, but with an edge of heat I found myself enjoying immensely. Pulling back, Kyouya asked me, "Haruhi, would you like to take a shower?"

I looked longingly to the glass shower stall. "Yes," I said. I looked back at Kyouya and he smiled. He walked back to the closet and grabbed a fluffy pink towel, bringing it over to me.

"Here you go, Haruhi. There is shampoo and conditioner and body wash in the stall. Just let me know if you need anything else," Kyouya said before kissing me once again and leaving the room, closing the door on his way out.

I quickly pulled my shirt up and over my head, taking off the rest of my clothes after that. I turned the shower on high, the water hot, and took one look at my small form in the mirror before stepping into the warmth.

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Angel POV

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my body. I was all clean and good-smelling and that put a smile on my face. I walked to the sink and used the towel to wipe away the fog on the mirror, wrapping the towel around my body once I was finished.

I found a brush in one of the drawers and used it to brush out my tangled hair. I pulled it back in a braid and tied it with the elastic I carried around. I examined my reflection in the mirror and nearly laughed out loud at what I saw on my neck.

Right at the base of my neck, right smack dab on top of the pulse point, was a pinkish-red colored mark. I could also see the faint impressions of teeth, but held back a chuckle. Mori had been rather rough last night, but that hadn't scared me. If anything, I thought, it turned me on a bit. The rough side of Mori was intriguing and sexy.

I toweled off my body and put on my undergarments from before, but I blushed once I realized my shirt and pants were out in the bedroom with Mori.

I opened the door slowly and looked out into the dark room. "Mori?" I called out.

Instantly he was in front of me, stepping out of the shadows with a smile on his face. "Yes, Angel?" he asked.

I looked at his bare chest with shock written all over my face. He had taken off his shirt and was standing in front of me, holding the white material of his shirt in his hand, in only his jeans, which, might I add, were hanging precariously off his hips. "Um, I, um, need some clean, um, clothes to wear," I stuttered.

Mori smiled as he saw my barely clad body and held out his shirt to me. I gladly reached out to take it, but he would not let go, instead using it to pull me into his chest. I looked up at him and questioned him silently with my eyes. Without a word, Mori opened his shirt and helped me get my arms through it. He buttoned it up slowly and let his fingers brush against my skin as he did so.

His shirt was so long, or maybe I was just so small, it went almost past my knees. I felt very exposed in it, but also very comforted, surrounded by his sweet smell. I lifted my arms up and the sleeves fell down just enough to expose my hands. I gripped the collar of the shirt and lifted it up, closer to my nose, and breathed in deeply. Mori watched me with amused eyes.

"What?" I asked him.

"You are very beautiful," he said, pulling me into him. Because of our height difference my cheek was pressed up against the top of his abs. "And very tempting in my shirt," he whispered into my ear and slid his hand slowly up the back of my leg, taking the shirt bottom with him.

I gasped quietly. His abs flexed under my body and I wrapped my arms around him, turning my head and boldly kissing his skin. Mori froze under me and his hand stopped moving on my leg. "Be careful what you do, my little naive one." Mori whispered gruffly into my ear.

I looked up at him and then defiantly back down at his skin, licking a trail from the middle of his abs to the base of his sternum. Mori audibly gasped and clutched me closer to his body. I chuckled and pulled out of his grasp easily, backing away with a taunting and devious look at him.

Mori stalked closer and closer to me as I kept backing up, afraid of his wrath but still loving the effect I had on him. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and ended up backing right up against the wall.

I gulped and straightened my back as Mori reached me. His hand came up to brush away hair from my face. "Lesson three: don't do anything stupid that you cannot back up later." he said, pressing the lower part his body to mine in a very NC-17 way.

I gasped as he started moving his body against mine, causing a very un-lady-like moan to come out of my mouth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his lips came down to attack my neck. "I get it," I panted out. "No more teasing."

Mori chuckled against my skin and kept kissing me, licking the base of my throat. "What if I like the teasing?" he asked.

I groaned. "Make up your mind."

"The teasing is sexy, Angel. I just don't want you to do something that will get you into trouble." Mori's voice was deep with emotion.

"Did I get myself into trouble?" I questioned carefully.

Mori pulled back. "No, of course not." His eyes were sincere.

"Damn it," I cursed, my smile taunting as the words left my lips.

Mori lifted one eyebrow and tried to pin me against the wall again but I ducked under his arm. I was tempted to fly into the air, but I didn't want to rip Mori's shirt in my haste to get away. I turned tail and ran. I was almost to the door when Mori's arms circled my waist and pulled me into his chest. I squealed as he threw me onto the bed, pinning me down once again. I wiggled against him, but he smiled down at me and held me in place.

"Help, help, there's a mean old nasty boy here who wants to take my innocence," I pleaded mockingly.

"And he's going to take it if you don't stop squealing and trying to get away," Mori growled into my ear. I felt his lips press against it and he brought the hanging skin into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Ohhhh, ok," I moaned, my eyes half-closing. I let Mori play with my ear for a while longer, loving the way he could make me feel. His lips traveled down my neck and he started biting and sucking on the skin again.

"Hey, you're going to give me another hickey," I complained with a smile. Mori looked surprised up at me.

"I gave you one already?" he asked.

"Don't mock me, and yes, you did."

"Show me…" he trailed off, his breath fanning over my face. My eye-lids dropped half-way and I pulled down the collar of his shirt, exposing the pink mark he'd given me the night before. He smiled and leaned down to press his lips to it softly. Mori's lips could work wonders and I was starting to think he had a lot of experience with stuff like this.

Mori pulled back again and kissed my lips, sitting back on his feet and helping me up. I gracelessly tripped and ended up sprawled out on the carpet with Mori under me, his shocked eyes staring into my own.

"Sorry, I have trouble walking," I smiled as I spoke.

I got up and off of Mori and walked to the door, opening it and slipping out into the hallway. I felt Mori's presence behind me and wobbled dramatically, falling backwards toward him. He caught me and swept me up into his arms. I rested my head against his chest and drew small circles on his skin with my finger. "Where to, Angel?" Mori asked me.

I looked down the hallway in front of us. "The kitchen. Let's get some food and see where the others are."

"Sounds good," Mori said and continued down the hall.

Nudge POV

I woke up to the all too familiar smell of sterilization. No, no, no, no, this can't be happening. I cannot be back at The School, I thought. I kept my eyes closed, hoping this would all end up being a dream and I'd wake up between Hikaru and Kaoru and they'd smile at me and rub my shoulders and kiss me and we'd be ok.

"Nudge?" two twin voices called out. I felt a tear leak out of my eyes as I realized the three of us had been kidnapped. I blinked my eyes open and looked up to see the twins looking down at me. I sat up slowly and rubbed the tears from my eyes. "Where are we?"

I looked up at the two boys. Taking one of their hands in each of mine, I breathed deeply. "We are at the School, the very place that gave me these wings. I am so sorry this is happening. I can't believe they found me. I can't believe they'd take you." I couldn't meet their eyes, instead looking around.

We were all in a large cage, the metal bars thick and strong. I felt more tears escape down my cheeks as I thought of all the horrible things that had happened to us here. A hand under my chin made me lift up my head and look into the eyes of the twins. Hikaru reached out and wiped the tears from my face and eyes, leaning down and kissing my closed eyes.

Kaoru moved his hand from my chin and rubbed my back, desperately trying to calm me down. I felt lips press against my own and started slightly, pulling back and looking, shocked, into Hikaru's eyes. Kaoru's hands on my back froze. "What's the matter?" Hikaru asked.

"You shocked me," I whispered. "I've never been kissed before…actually, I've never been touched like you two touch me before."

"Do you not like it? If you don't we can stop," Kaoru said quietly by my ear. He had moved to sit behind me, his hands frozen on my lower back. I closed my eyes and smiled.

"I love it," I said honestly.

"Then relax and let us take care of you," Hikaru said, brushing a piece of hair away from my neck as Kaoru continued working out the tension in my lower back. I sighed as Hikaru pressed his lips to my neck.

"I can't relax while we are stuck here. I promise I will work my hardest to get us out of here, and keep you safe until we are." I didn't want to think about what the whitecoats would do to the boys. I didn't care what they would do to me, but if they hurt my boys someone would die.

I looked up as the door opened and pushed Hikaru over so he was behind me as well. I rolled up onto my feet, crouching in a fighting position. A young man walked in with a clipboard in hand. He took his glasses and tucked them into the pocket over his heart. I snarled at him as he got right up to the cage bars.

"How are you three doing?" he asked with a smile.

"Fuck off," I growled.

"I'd be nice to me, if I were you." The whitecoat's tone turned menacing.

"Fuck off, please." I mocked.

He sighed in mock sorrow and walked to the door. It opened and he whispered a few words to the erasers waiting at the door. I heard Hikaru and Kaoru suck in a deep breath as they saw the wolf-men walking over to our cage.

"I swear if you touch them I will kill you," I said sweetly. The two erasers looked at each other and grinned, then looked back at me.

"Oh, we aren't here for them," said the first eraser.

"Oh no, we are here for you," the second one said with a malicious smile that showed off his sharp teeth.

"Well you can't have her," said Hikaru, crouching next to me and gripping my hand.

"So you'd best get lost," Kaoru said, mimicking his brother's actions.

The two erasers laughed. "Look twigs, you're only here for research purposes. We need controls to base our little freak's data on," said the first eraser.

"Enough. You're coming with us, bitch; better say your goodbye's now, because once we're done with you, you'll be too sore to speak," said the other eraser.

I turned to my boys and hugged both of them at the same time. "I'll be back soon," I whispered, then let the erasers drag me from the room. I braved a smile at Hikaru and Kaoru and then turned to face my fate.

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Five hours later the erasers threw me back into the cage I shared with the boys. My eye was black and my feet were swollen and the spot on my arm where the whitecoats had injected that experimental shit was throbbing painfully. I was terribly sore and could barely move.

"Nudge!" Hikaru and Kaoru exclaimed. I felt their hands ghosting over my body, trying to catalogue my injuries. I felt their hands on my feet and herd their gasps at the wounds there. I was sure blood was pouring out of the cracks.

I groaned and rolled over so I could look at the boys. They immediately moved to sit above me, grasping my hands and rubbing the backs of them. "Tell me they left you alone today," I mumbled. The boys shared a pointed look and I groaned.

"They just took blood from us. I'm worried about you," Hikaru said.

"I'm ok. They just made me run that damn maze over and over again. I hate that stupid maze. Every time I try to stop they shock me through the floor." I groaned again and sighed as I felt lips against the skin of my neck and face.

"Just rest. We'll take care of you," one of the boys said. I couldn't tell which, I still had my eyes closed. I nodded slightly and sighed again as I felt one pair of lips against my neck.

"Hey! Can we get a jar of salve and some bandages?! Come on, this place is like a freaking hospital!" the other brother yelled at the door. He yelled for a while longer before the door opened and someone threw something through the bars. It ended up hitting me in the head. The object was soft and I assumed it to be some bandages or cloth of some sort.

The lips against my neck receded and I heard a jar being opened before my feet were lifted and hands were massaging the broken skin. I cried out as the boys worked the cuts, cleaning them and eventually bandaging my feet completely.

My feet were placed back on the cage floor. "Roll over onto your back," one of the boys whispered into my ear. I complied and rested my head on my arms as I felt the boys start to massage my back. One of them sat on the back of my thighs, leaning over my bootie to work the muscles of my lower back. The other twin sat in front of me, working the kinks out of my upper back.

I groaned and sighed and gasped as their magic fingers continued. I tried to thank them, but they wouldn't hear any of it, insisting this was the least they could do. I was too exhausted to fight them. I sat up ten minutes later feeling looser than I had in a while. I smiled at the boys in front of me and kissed them both on the lips. They grinned devilishly at each other and then look at me.

Hikaru shuffled forward and pushed back hair that was in my eyes. "So you said you've never been in a relationship before, and in fact never been kissed, right?" he asked me.

I nodded. He grinned over my shoulder at his brother who had moved behind me again. I was beginning to see a pattern. "Can you trust me?" he asked me.

"I think so," I said uncertainly.

"Good enough for me," he said. His hand clamped down on my neck and held my head in place as his lips pressed against my own. I kissed him back and gasped as I felt teeth bite down on my neck. Immediately, Hikaru slipped his tongue into my opened mouth. I balked at the foreign object but soon relaxed as his tongue caressed my own.

The teeth on my neck smoothed out the bite and began trailing kisses up and down the skin. My body was confused, being hit by so many emotions at once. I knew this probably wasn't proper, but I could have cared less. It felt amazing and the twins were great to me.

When Hikaru pulled back I was breathing heavily. He smiled at me and turned me around so I faced his brother. I felt Hikaru shift from behind me. Kaoru moved forward and kissed me. I immediately parted my lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth and tangling with my own as he slowly shifted above me, forcing me to lay down under him.

We kissed for a while before he pulled back and smiled. "Wow," I whispered. Kaoru chuckled and rolled to my side. Hikaru took his place at my other side and I snuggled into their embraces.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," Hikaru began.

"We'll watch over you tonight," Kaoru finished.

I was so tired I hadn't so much as nodded twice before I fell asleep to the two's quiet chuckles.

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Hikaru POV

Nudge explained everything about the School and those awful erasers to us over the course of a few days. Kaoru and I became worried about her after the first night. When she came back bruised and battered my heart broke. Kaoru and I made a pact that night to protect Nudge no matter what.

While the scientists seemed to be running her ragged all they did to me and my brother was take blood. Every day they'd take us to a room and draw blood, then walk us back to the cage and shut the door. One day when we were sitting strapped down to the chairs, waiting for the nurse to come in, I heard two technicians talking. "Kaoru," I hissed, "do you hear that?"

He turned his head in the direction of the voices. "Which one are we going to inject?" one voice began.

"Whichever one has the best DNA," the other voice replied.

"They have the same DNA. The test should be a success with both subjects."

"Then we'll inject both of them. We only need one, but we might as well make the best of this, right? Besides, if one reacts badly to the serum then we still have the other to complete the experiment. The only thing that matters is that the recombinant becomes pregnant by one of those two boys."

I shared a look with my brother. "Well that can't be good," I whispered to him.

"Let's not tell Nudge about this. She doesn't need the extra worry," Kaoru said. I agreed with him.

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Five days after being brought to the school, two female nurses walked in.

"Girl, you are coming with us," one of the nurses said. Nudge had just gotten back from a particularly nasty "session," as the whitecoats liked to call them, and she was all cut up. There were bloody tears in her shirt where she had been cut and she could barely move.

"No way in hell," Kaoru said to the two nurses.

"It's time for her shower. So hand her over or we'll take her," the other nurse said.

"Let us take her," I said.

The two nurses shared a look that suggested this was the outcome they were looking for. Nodding, they left and seven erasers took their spots.

One eraser stepped forward and opened the cage. "Give me the bird," he said gruffly.

"Don't touch her," I said. With Kaoru's help I lifted her into my arms. She groaned in pain and Kaoru and I walked down the hall, whispering helpful words to her.

They led us to a room with a large tub in the center filled with soapy water. "You have thirty minutes. We are going to be right outside, so don't think you can escape," said an eraser. When he was finished glaring at us he shut the door, leaving us with a withered Nudge between us.

"We are going to take your clothes off and bathe you, sweetheart, ok?" I asked her.

"That's probably not a good idea," she grumbled into my shirt.

"It's the only thing we can think to do," said Kaoru,

Nudge looked up into my eyes. "I love you," she whispered. Turning to Kaoru she said, "Both of you, very much. I want you to know that. And I'm doing everything in my power to free us all."

I kissed her cheek and Kaoru did the same before helping me set her down on the cool tile floor. "Let us take care of you right now, Nudge," Kaoru whispered into her ear. Nudge nodded once and rolled onto her stomach at my request.

I gripped the edges of one of the cuts and ripped open her shirt, exposing her gashed and feathered back. Kaoru un-hitched the bra hooks and I snapped the straps, pulling both the shirt and bra off of her body. We helped her turn over onto her back and I saw her eyes were closed, most likely in embarrassment.

I kissed her cheek and neck and ghosted my hands over her stomach, trying to distract her. I knew we weren't doing any of this in a sexual way. Although we both loved Nudge very much, we were putting our sexual preferences aside to take care of the girl we loved.

Kaoru undid her jeans and pulled them down, taking her panties with them. When she was fully undressed we helped each other gently move her into the water. I dipped my hand in and felt the warm water. Kaoru found two wash-clothes and handed one to me. I began to wash and massage her body while Kaoru scrubbed her hair.

I took care to clean all of the wounds, washing her body as one would wash a small child's. At that point in time, Nudge wasn't a future lover in our eyes; she was a small child who needed help. The way we touched her and washed her was nothing short of love, expressed through gentle caresses.

I think I realize at that point that I truly loved Nudge. Up until then I hadn't admitted it to myself, but I really did love her with all my heart. I looked up at my brother as he looked at me and saw the same resolution reflected back into my eyes.

Ember =]