A/N: Nyoh. Stupid FF net, deleted everything after I made changes in them. -stabs FF- Ah wells. enjoy. Gaaack. Also...I forgot to mention that this is a little gift to...er...forgot her FF username, but a member on SHINE-- Rorenu's birthday! xD I hope you find this...er...okay. :P
Disclaimer: Dun own, unbeta'd. (cus...I want this thing to be out as soon as possible. You may find some errors...but I beg you to pardon them.)
Hands threaded through light-brown hair. Slowly and gently, it shifted aside the light-brown strands on the bandaged forehead. Hazel eyes looked down hollowly at his mirror image who was tattered and ripped practically inhumanely.
His fists clenched tightly and he gritted his teeth angrily. 'Damn Techno…' he cursed, as he leaned back onto the stool that he was sitting on. 'How could he hurt him…?' The twenty-three year old man took the identical hand into his, and gripped it softly.
He did nothing to deserve the harsh treatment. The twin came back bleeding, weak, wet, and with a fever that was shooting well past the norm. It was their rival, Techno, who dared to attack the likes of his twin.
"Sorry, Kaoru…" he whispered. "…I shouldn't have sent you to get her. Knowing that you were weaker and more inexperienced than me…I should've made you take the device instead. But why did you persist to do it?"
There was silence of Kaoru's part. His twin examined the sleeping man; he had a wet washcloth plopped on his head, and every inch of his skin underneath his clothes were carefully wrapped and tended to with bandages.
The metal door heaved open, and a soft voice rang out, interrupting his train of thought, "Hikaru-kun? How's Kaoru-kun doing?"
"Ah," Hikaru responded as he looked at the woman, as she invited herself in. He gently looked at his twin and squeezed his hand concernedly. "He's…sleeping, Renge. He seems to be burning up with a fever, and he didn't wake up at all."
"Not even this morning?" she countered, taking a seat onto the bed. Hikaru shook his head silently, and continued rubbing the pad of his thumb over Kaoru's hand. The woman flattened her neat skirt and set the tray of food onto a table near the bed. "Did this stem from your plan to take Fujioka Haruhi?"
Hikaru nodded in agreement. Renge sighed, as he stretched her arms absently, "I believe that…Kaoru-kun had a different motive as to why he wanted to take her, instead of letting you do it."
Hikaru blinked, and gave the woman a hollow stare.
"I bet you thought that if…Fujioka Haruhi was to be on our side, you'd use her brains to land Techno right into the authorities' hands." He nodded slightly, as Renge ran her small hands through Kaoru's bangs. "And I bet…Kaoru-kun thought that...he should take her…so she could go back home."
The more experienced thief blinked confusedly as he stared at Renge. "Where'd you get that theory?" She only smiled innocently, before looking at Kaoru with soft brown eyes.
"Remember the day when I came here?" she questioned, gripping the edges of her apron. "It was Kaoru-kun who brought me here. He saw me wandering around the streets when it was raining, and he offered to take me here since I had nowhere to go. You didn't like the idea of me being here, but he insisted."
Hikaru shifted his eyes away. It was true—the woman that was talking next to him had been brought in from the streets because of Kaoru's pity. "He's always such a soft-hearted guy," the twin grumbled under his breath. "Planning to release Fujioka back to her home, does he even know that Techno would take her back again, and reinforce his base that we can't get into it anymore?"
Renge smiled patiently as she stood up from the crisp white sheets. "Oh, but Hikaru-kun, pure intentions never think of the consequence."
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Haruhi was tapping her fingers against the marble counters of the kitchen, staring expectantly at the hall where her captor's room was located. She was deep in thought, wondering if she should plot her escape soon.
The brunette shifted and stared at the plates of breakfast that she had prepared for herself and him. Her eyes shifted to the plates that sat uneaten on the other counter…the thief also skipped dinner the night before. Perhaps the pain was too overwhelming to bear?
She shook her head and stood up from the table. '…maybe I should look around to see if I could get an idea to where I am…' Haruhi allowed her eyes to wander cautiously, just in case if the thief had woken up and caught her.
Haruhi moved silently through the dark halls, after all there were no signs of morning or afternoon rays. She really didn't understand why there were no windows located anywhere in the house. But more so, what intrigued her was how the intruder broke in to kidnap her.
Questions floated to her head and her dress shoes slapped quietly down the marble halls. The only way in and out was by the elevator and of course Kyouya had enhanced it with numerous of technology. And the elevator could only be used with a key.
Tp.
Her heart stopped, as her shoe made a strange sound. Haruhi's brown eyes were afraid to look down to see what she stepped on, but nevertheless curiosity got to her. She held in a surprised gasp as she identified the substance that her shoe landed on—
Blood.
And it looked like a dried messy pool slapped onto the tiles. Haruhi staggered to the side a bit, now smelling the weakened iron scent. She placed a tentative hand onto the shadowed wall, narrowly missing a much larger and deformed hand print that was pressed in with scarlet.
'…is this…where the intruder came through?' Haruhi thought to herself. Her legs were frozen to the spot, shivering and growing weak because of the smell and sight of blood. The lawyer forced herself to continue down the lone, eerie hall, persuading herself that this was the way the intruder got in.
Her breath was stuck in her throat, and she slowly crept into the looming darkness, leaving the rooms that she was somewhat familiar with. The wall was smeared with dried blood, and the ground was still stained by evaporated amounts of crimson.
'The guy must've traveled through here…' she thought to herself, stopping as she saw that the trail swerved into a room that was blocked by a metal door. Haruhi's fingers reached to push it open, however the second her fingertips brushed against the metal—
Crash
She breathed in instantly, slamming her back against the wall. The sudden crash inside of the room caused the door to slowly creak open, and Haruhi could hear her heart pound in her ears. One beat, two beat, three—
The lawyer peeked into the room, her brown eye straining to see who or what made the noise. In the completely dark room, save for a small light-source coming from a flashlight that fell onto the floor, a feline-like figure was crouching on the ground, and seemingly had kicked a metal box during his landing.
Who is he? Where'd he come from? How'd he get here? What was he doing here?
The questions swarmed her mind and Haruhi attentively watched him stand and scout the trash-filled room. The area was stained with blood, Haruhi noticed, and she could detect a guilty aura come off from the intruder. He didn't stay long, for he picked up something on the ground.
A quick flash of light toward the door and Haruhi withdrew herself quickly. She could hear her heartbeat as loud as ever, and then soon she heard the lone taps of a shoe…or something similar approach her direction and they were growing louder by the second.
Haruhi swallowed as she turned on her heels and quickly made her way down the halls, hoping that whoever was in the room didn't see her running into the safety of one of the open rooms.
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"Techno?"
He could feel a prod, and then a hand landed on his shoulder, shaking him gently. His eyebrows knitted slightly, and he struggled to open his eyes. The first thing his slate eyes saw was the neutral face of his maid.
He blinked.
She was so close; he could practically feel her breath on his face, blowing onto his glasses. Haruhi was saying something, but all words were at loss as he watched, mesmerized, her pink, enticing lips bubbling with words. He heard the last of what she said:
"…can you…get up?"
Kyouya blinked back to his senses. He used his unhurt arm to prop himself up from his bed, "I…think so…" The lightbulb flickering above his metal table gave a glow into the dim room. He pushed away the sheets that were tangled between his legs and arms—
"…Why are you in my room?" he asked, after seeing Haruhi sit on the side of the bed. She froze slightly, her heart ceasing to pound. Oh god. Did she violate some of his rules again? Kyouya ran a hand through his hair, and winced at the movement of his wounded arm.
"U-Uhm, don't move it around so fast," Haruhi immediately said, as she took his hand laid it carefully onto the bed. She was hoping that a sudden change of topic would make him forget his previous question. Kyouya only stoically stared at her in all her maid-outfit glory.
"Yeah…sure," the thief said, waving the topic aside. He slowly moved onto the edge of the bed, sitting next to his captive. "…you…wanted something from me?"
"Er…yeah," Haruhi said, as she averted her eyes away from the thief. "It's…lunch…"
Kyouya stared blankly.
"You slept past yesterday's dinner and breakfast…" she continued, as her brown eyes pointed to the platter of food resting on a table. "So I thought maybe you skipped it intentionally because it was too painful for you to get up from the bed. And…"
'…why am I even concerned about him?' her rationale mind spoke. Haruhi paused slightly. Her mind was right…why did she even bother to do all these things for him anyways? She was taken away from her family and life to live as a maid for a thief.
Why did she care?
'Because he saved me.'
From what?
'But…he got hurt…'
So did the other person.
'…why then…?'
Because you—
There was a small amount of movement, and Haruhi was snapped from her thoughts. Kyouya was struggling to reach over and take the tray without moving his right shoulder too much. After all, the gash was still fresh, and moving it gave him too much pain.
"Ah, let me get that for you," Haruhi offered instantly, taking the silver tray and putting it onto the bed.
"…thank you," Kyouya murmured quietly. His right hand reached for the utensils, or tried to, but flinched as pain rippled through his arm. "Shit…" he cussed under his breath. A smaller hand wrapped around his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"You'll hurt your arm," Haruhi said softly, as she took the bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks. Kyouya stared at her, amazed and speechless. It was undeniable that the thief had a small tiny blush burned onto the skin underneath his glasses. Well…this was unexpected…
"Here."
Obediently, the thief opened his mouth slightly, and ate the rice off the chopsticks. He chewed at the slightly flavored rice, and his face burned from the fact that she was feeding him breakfast. The great Ohtori Kyouya, thief—Techno, had to be fed by a lawyer whom he had captured…this was a great blow to his self-esteem. It felt awkward as well.
"Uhm…thank you…" he murmured quietly, after swallowing the spoonful of food in his mouth. Haruhi gave a grim smile, pained to know that she wasn't going to be let out anytime soon. She lowered her brown eyes and let out a tiny sigh, her thoughts swirling around in a mess.
Techno…
Haruhi clenched her fingers around the cloth of her apron. She just had bittersweet feelings of hatred for him. It was him, it was his fault that she couldn't go home…
If only he continued acting like that stuck up bastard, then Haruhi would be able to take advantage of his injury and just leave the secret base and possibly put him into jail. Because she wasn't going to care about him all…
If only he didn't put himself in harm's way, just to prevent the mysterious intruder from doing God knows what to her…she would have never delayed her plans on getting out of the thief's base.
If only he didn't become caring and considerate of her privacy and her well being…she would have never cared to tend to his injuries and feed him as she was doing now.
If only he didn't ask genuinely if she was going to leave him alone in the base to be the lonely person masked underneath the thieving cover…she would have never forgotten her thoughts of escaping and focus on the thief alone.
If only…
If only…she didn't fall in love with Techno, the one who had kidnapped her from her life— she would have left…
…but she didn't.
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A red-haired man brushed a hand past his forehead as he stood up from watering the tiny plot of land behind his apartment. Green buds were barely poking from the earth, and the dirt was rich brown from the water that the middle-aged man fed it.
His forehead had grown creases, and underneath his eyes were black circles. It had been this way ever since his daughter had gone missing. Fujioka Ranka flung the empty, bright yellow pail aside and tiredly walked back to the shaded stair steps.
Plopping down onto it, he stared at the piece of land absently. '…I wonder if Haruhi's…doing okay with the thief…' he thought, the mere fact boring heavy in his mind. But he knew the answer…Haruhi would probably be living in burning hell every day she spent with the thief.
The worrying adult leaned backwards and stared at the ocean blue sky…
Why was it that Kami created such a beautiful day, yet Kami cannot return his daughter to him?
He sighed heavily, unaware that nearby, a twig had snapped under the pressure of a dark violet boot. A shuffle of leaves, and his attention was snagged. The man tossed a glance at the rim of the forest, and his eyes nearly jumped when he spotted the sly cat thief, Hikaru, lying against a trunk, staring with cocky eyes.
"You're…C.C…" Ranka murmured, pointing at the purple-dressed thief in awe. His tone changed to one of disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
The Cheshire huffed and shut his eyes haughtily. "I'm only here to have a quick…chat, Ranka-san. I won't stay long, because I'll need to leave soon. But this chat, it doesn't concern you, but Techno and your daughter, Haruhi-san." The thief re-opened his eyes and gave a feline smirk, just as Ranka's eyes widened.
Hikaru shifted and stepped closer towards the man, and he placed his paw-like hands onto his hips. He declared, "I have come to say that we both want the same thing from Techno." Ranka only blinked. "You see…the other C.C, my twin…was heavily inflicted with wounds by this thief when he tried to help her out from his base. Judging my the severity of Copy-cat's wounds, I can say…that Techno had grown rather fond of your daughter."
"And…?" Ranka asked, raising a disbelieving eyebrow.
He paused slightly and he directed a glare to the ground. "I…wasn't able to do anything to help my brother," Hikaru growled, fisting his hands tightly. "And I'm…going to hurt Techno in any possible way that I can. I want him to feel the pain of seeing someone that he cares about far from him…"
"…so why are you here, C.C?"
Hikaru blinked and looked up quickly.
"If you can easily break in and take my daughter away? Then why must you be here if you can't do anything?" Ranka spat spitefully. Hikaru shrugged as he crossed his arms over the other. He gave the man an evil smirk as he listlessly said…
"I've come to let you know…"
The man intently watched the thief's lips twist into a wicked grin.
"I'll take her from him as vengeance, and I'll give her to you as a gift."
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Tp…
Haruhi tossed in her sleep, trying to adjust the suddenly hard and uncomfortable pillow that she was resting upon.
Tp…
Another one…
The brunette tried to move into a more comfortable position, and buried her face into the cushion. She took a deep breath, noticing the strange smell to her bed sheets. Somehow…she smelled…peppermint cologne?
Her eyes popped open
"Ara, you're awake?"
The voice was unfamiliar; it was rougher, peppier, higher and one hundred percent not the thief who had taken her captive. Haruhi's brown eyes jerked open and she gasped suddenly—this was not her room. This was actually not a room—
"Where—" She saw light-brown. "Who the hell are you?" she fired rudely, suddenly pulling herself away from the mass of caramel hair that was besides her. The twenty-three year old, who was carrying her let out a snort, as he continued down the brightly lit metal halls.
"I'm Cheshire Cat…or C.C, another thief like Techno. As you can see…I'm carrying you, so it's obvious that I kidnapped you," he said haughtily. Haruhi shivered at the tone of voice, and tried to move away from him but he wouldn't yield. "And we're currently leaving your possessive captive's base."
"…now why would you do that?" Haruhi muttered, lowering her brown eyes to the metal floor. Mixed feelings swarmed in her body—she should be happy that she was out, but for some reason she felt remorse and unhappiness when she heard the news.
The man stopped slightly, and Haruhi blinked questionably.
"Because…" His tone changed. "I want to make Techno feel the pain of losing someone he cares about," he hissed, before he continued on his way down the hall. Haruhi blinked, the statement somewhat surprised her. "My own twin…was hurt, and on the brink of death when he came back."
Hikaru grumbled poisonously, "I don't want it to happen ever again, but of course…it'll be unwise for me to attack you now…"
Haruhi swallowed thickly, as an unnerving feeling twisted in her stomach.
"So…I'm going to return you to your father…"
"Eh? Otousan?!" Haruhi cried, abandoning the feeling that she felt a moment ago; a giddied blush appeared on her face. She tried to peer and look at his face with a bright smile of gratitude. "Are you—? You're really going to let me go back?"
"…I'll do that," Hikaru said, nodding firmly. She only smiled brightly, forgetting about Techno for a while. Amidst her joy, she couldn't hear Cheshire Cat murmur under his breath, "As long…as he suffers."
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It suddenly felt empty.
Kyouya's eyes opened to see the ceiling and he sat up in his bed, wincing in pain when he applied slight pressure onto his injured arm. He could feel the swamping presence of emptiness just creep in through the cracks of the firmly shut metal door.
'…where's she?' he asked himself subconsciously, as he shifted on his bed. The tray of eaten food was gone from the bedside table, and there were no signs of his captive…at all. Perhaps, she was just outside cleaning the kitchen or rooms?
The Ohtori stood from his messy bed, and he wobbled slightly on his wavering feet. '…where is she?' he repeated the question in his head, half-wishing, half-expecting the woman to just burst into his room with a tray in her hands…
But she didn't come.
The thief swallowed thickly as he staggered tiredly towards the door, wondering where his maid had gone. Would she be outside…just wiping the kitchen counter clean while thinking deeply?
Kyouya grabbed the door handle with his left hand and swung the heavy metal door open. His slate eyes quickly swept through the area, searching…almost desperately for her. He walked casually into the living room, his eyes kept alert.
Suddenly…the house seemed a lot bigger. He brushed past the kitchen counter noticing something placed neatly onto the table. An overpowering sensation of the rare cold feeling of being alone blossomed from the middle of his chest, hitting him hard. His gray eyes clouded as he gingerly picked up the white folded apron, and a piece of paper tumbled from its folds.
'Goodbye…'
Was all it said.
For the first time in a long time, something painful sliced through his body, paralyzing him in an unknown, unwelcomed feeling. Kyouya directed a poisoned glance towards the floor, while crushing the note in his hand. Dead, tense silence ensued and spitefully he threw the crushed paper to the ground, before breaking out into a run into the dark halls.
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"Uhm…Cheshire Cat…?" she mumbled softly, poking his head slightly. He was sleeping…sleeping. And at this time too. Haruhi rolled her eyes at him, and shifted in her position. She sat on her heels while staring at him curiously.
'…I wonder if his ears are real…' she thought absently, while reaching a hand to the purple pair of cat ears that poked from the mass of caramel hair. She pinched it softly, and rubbed it. 'It's such a weird color—'
The ear flicked, batting her hands away.
"Eep—" she started, before closing her mouth quickly. 'That's right…he's still sleeping.' Hikaru tossed his head the other way, before shifting slightly on the bush he was laying on. She placed a firm hand onto his shoulder and shook him. "Wake up, please…"
"Muh…?" he murmured sleepily, after his head rolled on his shoulders. "What is it now…?" The cat-like thief asked before turning away tiredly. "Can't you see that I'm tired from carrying your heaviness? Can't you go home by yourself?"
Haruhi's eye twitched annoyingly at him. She fisted the frilly black cloths of her maid dress and hissed through gritted teeth. "For your information, there's nothing but forest here and there. How do you expect me to just 'go home'?"
"You're such a troublesome captive," he murmured, as he moved slightly to his side. "Techno must have cared for you a lot if you stayed there for such a long time. If I was him, I would have kicked you out already."
Haruhi's face flushed red and she glared at him. 'How rude!'
"Neh…but he didn't," Hikaru said with a sneaky smile, as he tossed a small subtle glance at her. "It sounds like an obsession or…something else."
"I don't understand what you're saying," Haruhi denied, giving him a stare. "But to the point: where are we? Why are we in the forest? Aren't you going to take me home to Otousan?" She gave him a critical stare. "Well?"
He snickered as he sat up slightly, fixing the goggles that were over his face. "Tss—also a demanding woman, eh? I do wonder how Techno could have lived with you. You're such a bother and very pesky…"
"And you're obnoxious and conceited."
"Oh. That. Burns," he said sarcastically as he flicked a paw-like finger at her head. She winced at the contact and rubbed her forehead discontentedly. "To answer your questions…one: we're in a forest. Two: because we just are. Three: No duh."
"Wha…?"
"Okay look, Techno is a sneaky bastard, okay? Since you're gonna be leaving his base, I should shed a little light onto your confusion," Hikaru said informatively as he stood up. He placed a paw onto his hip haughtily and waved the other hand around. "This area of forest is part of the network of tunnels where Techno moves in order to travel through Tokyo."
Haruhi glanced around curiously, looking at the shadows cast by the looming trees. "Networks? I don't see anything like a tunnel."
"Just shut up and listen to me before you interrupt," Hikaru sighed. He paced around quietly, his boot crushing the soft grass on the forest floor. "The network of tunnels is underground. He was wise enough to use it in order to travel efficiently from place to place. If you have paid attention to his base…the only thing he had was an elevator…and nothing else."
"There weren't any windows either…"
"That's because it's entirely underground."
Haruhi stared at him.
"There are so many ways to enter the base. There's the elevator for once, the garbage chute, the air ventilation system…and of course, Techno sealed them all with security. There's a loophole though," he explained, grinning at her triumphantly. "And that's how I got in to steal you from him."
She stayed silent and watched him pace back and forth across the grass. "There was a room…that had a metal chute leading right to one of the networks. When I first been there, due to exploration of his metal tunnels, the room was tightly bolted shut. I doubt that your thief knew that room had chute that just allowed me to slide right into his base."
"Oh—you were that guy who crashed into something like a metal box!" Haruhi exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. Hikaru slowly blinked, and a feline smile came across his lips.
"Aah, so you were that alarming figure that I saw peeking from the door. How funny," he commented dryly. His hazel eyes fell to the ground, and his voice lost its spark. "I bet you saw a lot of blood there…eh?"
"Y-Yes…" she stammered nervously, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at the remembrance of the so called 'fight' between the intruder and Kyouya. "Is there a problem…?"
He shook his head before turning his back on her. The thief started to walk away, his paw-gloves shoved into his pockets. Haruhi only blinked confusedly. "No…let's just hurry and get out of here."
What was with that change of tone? Maybe he had some kind of problem or somethin, Haruhi reasoned. She quietly fell in step with him, being silent during the rest of the trip.
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"Ah—it's my apartment!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up brightly with glee. Hikaru smiled a small smile as he watched her quickly run towards the beige buildings that stood at the outer rim of the forest.
He only stayed at the tree, pressing his back onto the bark, watching as Haruhi ran up the stairs of the two-story apartment. The lawyer quickly shot towards the door that was illuminated by a light bulb that scared away the shadows.
Her cheeks were flushed and Haruhi's hand immediately pressed at the small button of the door bell. The small buzz of the melody could be heard from outside, and she impatiently tapped her foot.
The door swung open partially, and a tired, weary eye peeked through the crack. The dull orb immediately became lively and the door flung open quickly, revealing a disheveled man. "H-Haruhi!" Ranka gasped, as he placed his hands onto her hot, flushed cheeks. "You're finaly back! You're home!"
She brightly smiled and immediately hugged her dad. "Otousan, I'm back!"
The red-haired man smiled as he returned the hug, his stray eyes wandering to the tree that stood so visible from the second floor. Cheshire Cat was there with a smile true to his name. Ranka nodded subtly at him, mouthing a 'Thank you', and the thief slinked away into the shadows of the night.
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"Mn…"
Tired, hazel eyes struggled to open, and when they were finally open the first thing he saw was the worried face of their house maid. He tried to find his voice, and when he did, he stammered weakly, "R-Renge-chan…? What are you doing...?"
Relief washed over her face and she straightened herself, as the injured man attempted to sit up. "Good…you're finally conscious," she sighed, while picking up a metal tray of food for him. "Kaoru-kun, you haven't eaten in days…"
"It's okay, I'm not hungry," he murmured, directing his eyes elsewhere. Her brown chocolate orbs studied his face and she placed a comforting hand onto his shoulder, causing him to jerk in slight surprise.
"…Hikaru-kun gone to return Fujioka-san back to her family," she said soothingly. Renge smiled at him reassuringly. "She'll be safe, so you don't have to worry about it anymore…"
"Yeah, but I failed—"
Renge tsked him and shook her head. "Don't think about that time. Just be happy that you came home safe and not entirely dead. If you're going to be like that when Hikaru-kun comes back you'll make him even more guilty."
Kaoru sighed depressingly, as he clenched a small part of the fabric between his fingers. "Hikaru…" There was silence between them, and he suddenly gasped, his eyes jolting open. "Renge-chan, what is Hikaru doing?!"
She tilted her head questionably. "…what do you mean?"
"What did he exactly do in order to have Fujioka go home?"
"Well…he…just kidnapped her and…yeah…" she muttered. Renge tossed a suspicious glance at the Hitachiin and raised an eyebrow. "…why?"
"If we can get into Techno's base…then he can come in here as well…" Kaoru looked up suddenly, meeting Renge's eyes. "Don't you think that he'll come—"
A loud, shrilly sound filled the room; the lights suddenly went out and was replaced by flashing blood red. Kaoru's hazel eyes widened and he shot a horrified glance at the woman. He tried to shift out from his bed, but winced at the movement. He breathed out, "He's here…Techno's here."
The door slammed open, rebounding against its hinges. A distraught thief took a firm step forward, his hand lying on the metal door. Kyouya glared dangerously at Kaoru who immediately stiffened. He growled at them sending out murderous vibes, as he took another swaying step.
"Tell me…Cheshire…where did you take my maid?"
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A/N: ...I don't like it.
...Yep. It's so rushed, but...meh...whatevers. Hopefully this answered all of your guys' questions and all. And I can't believe how many people skipped past the major hints I gave out about Kyouya's base. Yar...it was in chapter two and practically in two paragraphs. And how did Hikaru and Kaoru enter? Explained! :O
Anyways...Haruhi goes home! woo! Kyouya's alone! Awh.
And Kyouya and Kaoru seem to have another showdown. o.o Oh my. With Kaoru seriously injured, what the fudge will Hikaru do?! :O
...actually, stop staring at me, I don't know yet. o.o
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