Hey everyone! chapt 13 is up and ready for u! Italics is the past. Hope you enjoy!
Warning: There is cussing in this chapter.
Disclaimers: I dont own Ouran- but I do own Kaori, Hanabi, Hideo
The next day, during school, everyone was worried about me; fellow students, teachers, even people I never really talked to. I could sometimes see Nekozawa or someone looking at me worriedly- even Hikaru looked extremely worried. Walking slowly, dragging my feet as I went, I walked to the third music room. When I looked out the window, I saw that rain clouds where starting to slowly appear- hopefully it was only rain- and not a storm. I stepped into the room, and quietly took a seat on an unoccupied couch. No one bothered me either- I could tell they thought I just needed to be alone- still- but they had no clue why. This morning, I had left way before Haruhi- I hadn't even grabbed my lunch- or gotten anything for breakfast. My stomach gurgled hungrily- but I paid it no attention.
"Kao-chan… are you-"Hunny began.
"Yes- I am feeling alright," I said, not looking the little guy in the eyes. Without another word- Hunny walked away, casting yet another worried look in my direction. As the Host Club was about to begin, I stood up and walked to a deserted corner that was pretty dark. Sliding down the wall, I sat on the floor, knees brought up to my chest. The girls all walked in and the normal activities began- and no one really noticed me. A couple of the girls asked where I was, but that was it. It wasn't until they were all leaving, that they saw me- a couple of them made to come my way, but Tamaki side-tracked them. Silently I thanked Tamaki- and just sat in the corner.
"Kaori- I'm heading home," Haruhi said, walking up to me," Want to come with me?"
"Sure," I said with a hoarse voice. As I stood, I saw Hanabi talking animatedly to Tamaki and the twins- and I left without a word to anyone. I just wanted to be on my own again- but yet I was glad for the company Haruhi was giving me.
"I haven't been the best of company lately, have I?" I asked her as we walked.
"Truthfully?" she said," No- you haven't." We were about to leave the school grounds, when I stopped.
"You go ahead- I realized I forgot something back in one of my classes.
"Alright," Haruhi said, worried," I'll see you later Kaori." Turning, I went to make it look as though I was heading towards the classroom- and once Haruhi was out of sight, I turned back around, and left. Barely picking up my feet as I walked, I slowly made my way home. Something- I don't know what- was eating at me- picking me apart bit by bit.
"Daddy, why did we leave mommy back in England?" I asked, as my dad led me to a house.
"She wanted to stay there- she felt as though she no longer wanted to be with us- so, I brought us here," he answered.
"Oh." The seven year old girl followed her father inside the new house- and wondered around.
"You room is near the end of the hallway- all of your stuff will be here soon," my father told me.
"Alright." Continuing wondering around- I came upon a room across from my own. Opening the door a little, I peered inside.
"Who the hell are you?!" an older guy- mid teens demanded.
"I don't talk to strangers."
"I said- who the hell are you!?" he asked again, grabbing me by my shirt and holding me up in the air.
"Hey- Mark! Put her down now!" Mark dropped his hold he had on my shirt and I fell to the ground. He slammed his door shut and the door hit me hardly on the head. I felt tears slowly start to build as my hand traveled up to my forehead. My father only walked away, leaving me there- not checking to see if I was alright. Fighting back the tears, I stumbled into my new room to find it occupied by another girl.
"Who the-" a teen girl said, looking at me," Get out of my room midget!"
"My daddy said this was my room…" I said softly.
"Like I give a damn! OUT!" she yelled and literally tossed me out. I hit the opposite wall hard, and she slammed the door shut.
Walking up the stairs to the apartment, I pulled out my keys; and I opened the door. Standing in the doorway- I froze at what I saw. The guy turned his head barely, glimpsed at me- and then turned back to Hideo.
"Your son?!" he demanded," So- where is my daughter?!"
"He doesn't understand what you're saying," I explained to the man shouting at Hideo. The guy turned to me- and looked at me.
"And you do?" he asked.
"Yea."
"Then maybe you can tell me where the hell my daughter is!"
"You don't deserve to be called her father," I told him.
"WHY THE HELL NOT?!" he yelled at me, and I heard ran starting to fall from the sky, as it hit the pavement behind me," WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW?!" Wordlessly, I reached up, took off the wig, took the pins out- and my hair fell from its previous position. It came to a stop at my waist, swaying slightly.
"You don't deserve to be called anyone's father if you can't even recognize her when she is right in front of your own eyes," I replied coldly.
"Kaori," he said, it dawning on him, and then he regained his composure," Come on- I'm taking you home." He moved towards me, but Hideo stopped him; he put his arm on my father's shoulder, and my father retaliated, pushing Hideo away from him.
"Hideo-kun!" I exclaimed, as he crashed through the kitchen table.
"I'm alright Kaori-chan- just remember what we said before," Hideo said, standing up," We wont give you back to the one who kidnapped you." With that, he tackled my father to the ground, and then he said to me as he continued fighting my father," RUN!" I didn't know what to do- my head said to run, to listen to Hideo, but my feet were rooted to the spot.
"RUN!" Hideo yelled again, and finally, my feet listened, carrying me from the apartment door. Running past Haruhi's door, and down the stairs, I ran into the rain- running away as fast as I could.
"Hey, dad- why don't I get to hang out with my friends?" I asked, walking into the living room. Mark was just about to leave with some of his friends- and Layla had a couple of her friends in what was supposed to be 'our' room.
"Like you even have any," Mark laughed evilly. His friends laughed with him.
"I need you to stay and do work around here," my father told me.
"I already have though," I told him.
"Well- then go to the store and buy things we're low on," he said.
"Fine," I sighed- and instantly fell to the floor, one hand on my cheek.
"Don't use that tone of voice!" my father yelled, and kicked me onto the floor as he passed.
Walking to the store- a plan started developing in my head. Stopping in mid step, I turned to the bank- and smiled deviously. I ran through the street, and into the bank. Inside, I told the bank teller my father's account number and withdrew all but a couple hundred dollars. Thanking the bank teller, I walked out of the bank with the cash hid on the inside of my jacket. It caused it to be a bit lumpy- but I didn't care. Just because, I stopped by a market and grabbed a couple random things. Then I headed home- put the food away and went to my room.
"Out bitch!" Layla sneered at me.
"I will- just let me get these few things," I told her, moving around quickly; I grabbed some clothes, and a couple other things- and put them in a suitcase.
"What is she doing?" one of Layla's friends asked.
"Like I care," Layla said," If she's planning on leaving- I couldn't be happier."
"Well, then- Happy early birthday Layla," I said, turning to the door. She sat up on her bed, looking at me with wide eyes.
"Are you seriously leaving?" she asked hopefully.
"Yep- just don't tell dad until a couple days from now- alright?"
"Yeah- sure, whatever!" Layla exclaimed happily. Quickly, I got out of the house, and got to the airport- now, a new life would begin- but where would I go?
"Japan…home," I whispered to myself, and smiled.
I didn't know how long I had been running- but I didn't care. The rain had worsened- and when I hit puddles, they splashed up onto me. All that mattered right now was getting away from the one man who wanted to take me back to the prison of a life I had before I came here. Spotting a wooded area up ahead, I ran to it, and just as I did, lightening flashed and thunder sounded- it made me scream in fright. Now what was I going to do? Slumping against a tree, I slid down to the muddy floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and hid my eyes from everything going on in the outside world. My hair clung to me, and after all these years of not letting any tears fall- I felt them flow from my eyes.
{Back in Haruhi's apartment}
"I'll call the rest of the Host Club," Haruhi said, and quickly ran to the phone. Her father had gone over to Hikari and Hideo's apartment when they had saw Kaori run past the window. He had came back and told her what had happened- and then went back to help clean up. The man that they said was Kaori's father had left not that long after Kaori had ran- and Haruhi hoped Kaori would be alright.
"Hello?"
"Kyoya sempai- we've got a slight problem," Haruhi said as soon as the Ootori answered his cell- and jumped as lightening and thunder went through the sky.
"What is it Haruhi?" he asked, sounding slightly worried.
"Kaori's father just attacked Hideo and is most likely trying to find Kaori right now- she ran past our window about forty minutes ago- and her father ran after her about fifteen minutes ago," Haruhi informed, jumping again as the thunder rang through the sky.
"Call the rest of the club," Kyoya told her," I'll go out now and search."
"What's wrong sempai?" Haruhi had never heard him like this.
"She- just like you- is terrified of the storms. Probably more so then you," Kyoya replied, and Haruhi stared wide-eyed at the floor beneath her.
"I'll call you if I find anything," Kyoya said, and then hung up. Numbly, Haruhi nodded, and then quickly dialed the other Hosts- and Nekozawa.
{Back to Kaori}
The rain didn't let up any- and soon I heard someone calling out my name.
"Kaori- come out wherever you are! It's time to go home!" I took a deep breath- trying to calm myself- and pushed myself up off the ground. Without a seconds thought, I took off running again- ignoring the searing in my lungs- and the fear I kept feeling. The thought of having to go back with her father scared her- and the storm was like a mirror- reflecting her fears- but the storm only made her more scared. The mud made running a little more difficult then it should have been- and it made me fall numerous times. Finally, deep inside the forest, I fell to the ground to my knees. Looking behind me- I saw that the rain had erased all my tracks- and so, with a little hope he wouldn't find me, I allowed myself to stay there. But then another thought came to me- what if no one ever found me? I didn't know which way was back to town- I had zigzagged so many times. With all my hope gone- I fell the rest of the way to the ground. The mud shaped around my body, and I closed my eyes hoping it all to end.