AN CHAPTER 2! HOORAY! okey dokes, I dunno when the next ch will be out, but it should be soon...I hope. If you haven't read my profile then I have an important announcement to make. I don't plan my fics, I just write them as I go, that's why they take me so long or I fail at them, because I get writers block real easy. If you have any suggestions for the fic then e-mail me and I'll try to use your suggestions to get my butt in gear and the chaps coming. It's one am on a school night now, so I'll see y'all later.
I'd like to thank my little sister for helping me with the small fight scene, I'm not good at them so she'll give me a hand with just about every fight scene that comes up.
Disclaimer: I dunno if I said it before so I'll say it once more and then never again. I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of it's affiliates, just the fic so don't steal it.
The late afternoon sun shown brightly through the window of Ouran High School's Third Music room. It's occupants barely moved as exhaustion rushed over them. Curse the excruciatingly long Saturday activities Kyouya was always planning.
The club members had been in this stupid room since four that morning – minus Kyouya, of course, who waltzed in happily and well rested at 11:32. They'd first set up the miniature golf coarse – no maintenance guys thanks to Kyouya's penny-pinching ways – then changed into their finer 'Sunday' clothes to greet their guests and meet their designators, then they spent all freaking day in those stuffy suits teaching girls to play golf.
The giggling was outrageously painful after the first hour.
So here they sat, ignoring the cleanup to be done and just resting silently…well it would have been silent if not for the sound of typing as Kyouya calculated the profit made.
"Well you'll all be happy to know that after the clubs, balls, pictures, and calendars are sold that we'll have made a little over 6 million yen (about $52,000)." The host club's VP noted, closing his laptop with a snap. He was answered with groans from the other hosts (and a despondent 'hnn' from Mori).
"Don't worry" the young man gave a slight smile at his friends actions, or rather lack there of, "I hired a clean up crew for tonight, so you can all go home and rest."
The Hitachiin twins jumped out of their seats and bolted for the door, fallowed closely by Tamaki, afraid that Kyouya would change his mind again and make them stay after all. Hunny rubbed his eyes tiredly and held his arms out for Mori to pick him up and carry him out to the car. Haruhi stretched and moved to the back room to retrieve her clothes and bag, yawning slightly.
After retrieving her possessions, and changing into the light sundress she'd worn that morning, Haruhi headed slowly for the door, smiling slightly a Kyouya before pushing her way out the door and moving gown the hall. The school was quiet, all the clubs visitor's having long been home, and had a peaceful aura hanging lazily over it. This was how Haruhi liked it, a feeling of knowledge seeped from the old buildings.
Stepping out of the main doors of the high school and into the slight chill of the outside, Haruhi noted that the sun was minutes from setting. With a sigh she turned towards the garden path that would lead her quickly to a side gate and about 3 blocks closer to home than the front gate.
Haruhi was half way home when the sun finally did set, sending the street into a cold darkness; the peaceful aura of the school long gone. She was just turning a corner when she heard it, a ragged, gasping breath, coming from her left. She quickened her pace, eager to get safely home, and heard whoever was near her start to move as well.
Soon the footsteps were about 10 feet directly behind her, keeping her pace, the erratic breaths louder than before. Rounding the next corner, Haruhi broke into a sprint, rushing as fast as she could towards the end of the block and the next street. It was five seconds later that she heard them, the powerful footsteps fallowing her, running to catch her.
Her foot caught in a crack in the cement, she fell to the ground hard, barely managing to thrown her hands out to cushion her fall.
The footsteps stopped next to her.
She felt a hand in her hair before her head was yanked roughly up. She could feel the stench of alcohol as the man breathed on her face, stinging the scratch just above her left eye. Yellow and rotting teeth only intensified the putrid smell as the man smiled wide, letting out a course laugh as he yanked her up farther by her hair.
Soon the man was dragging her across the concrete, pulling her into a nearby alleyway. She was roughly pushed onto a pile of flattened cardboard boxes, some half chewed away by rats and other rodents, as made obvious not just by the rips in cardboard, but the droppings that littered the area as well.
The man laughed again as he looked down at her, a dark, hacking laugh, that rang in her ears for what seemed like eternity. He was undoing his belt when she started to pray, begging any one who would listen to get her out of here alive and in one piece.
'Please, please, I beg you. Help me! Send Tamaki or the twins or Mori or Kyouya or even Hunny, anybody, please! Just save me.' He was laughing again, sounding closer and closer with every loud gasp.
Haruhi was mouthing the words 'please God' silently as the man leaned over her, pushing her dress up and reaching for underwear when suddenly it was quiet. The man had stopped moving his hand, stopped breathing, and then he was off of her.
"Who the fuck're you?" It was a hard voice, ragged as the breathing and chilled Haruhi to the bone.
The reply was simple, "No one important." But the words filled Haruhi with such hope and happiness that she nearly yelled with joy. Opening her eyes and leaning up, pulling her dress down, Haruhi glowed as she was met with the site of Kyouya's strong form standing feet away, poised for a fight.
The Ootori heir was staring at the other man, no animal, with such a look of hatred and loathing that she could the man's naked form take an uncertain step back. Standing up, Haruhi took a step toward Kyouya, then another, but was jolted backwards as her arm was grabbed by a dirty but strong hand.
"Where d'ya think yer goin', bitch?" The man was glowering at her with dark, sunken eyes. Haruhi cringed as a cockroach fell from the man's hair to the ground below. The man's grip grew tighter as she looked away from him to Kyouya with a whimper. Suddenly the Host Club's Vice President was at her side, wrenching the man's hand from her and pulling her behind him.
The man glared hard at Kyouya, in a deep dry voice the he said "You don't know what you got your self into, kid." He swung his right fist at Kyouya, who easily dodged. The man was strong enough to knock someone unconscious, that was for sure, but with no training in martial arts he was nothing against Kyouya. It was quite a feat, how the man could still stand let alone fight like he was considering how drunk he was.
The man swung again. And again, Kyouya dodged. This continued for five minutes, a poor attempt of a kick was thrown in occasionally. The alcohol was getting to him, was making him tired and frustrated, and it took one punch to the gut from Kyouya to force the man to his knees, from there Kyouya hit his elbow against the mans skull, knocking him out almost instantly.
Standing up tall and brushing his hands off on his pants Kyouya turned to the shaking Haruhi and reached out for her hand. Leading the girl across the street, he helped her into the passenger seat to the Silver BMW Z3 parked at the curb. Once she was settled and buckled in he slammed her door and walked around the front of the car to the drivers side.
The pair rode in silence for a few blocks as Haruhi tried to grasp what had just happened. When the preceding events had been fully grasped she took notice of where she was. Looking to the Prince of Ouran she smiled, "What, no motorcycle today?" The man let out a short laugh and glanced at her before returning his eyes to the road.
"Would have enjoyed riding a motorcycle in that dress while it's this cold?" She shrugged, making a small noise that loosely translated into 'whatever'.
"Thank you for saving me. What were you doing out here anyway?" Not that she wasn't extremely glad that he had been there, but it wasn't like Kyouya to go driving a car worth 7,000,000 yen through a commoner neighborhood – her neighborhood, she realized.
"Looking for you, I wanted to make sure you got home safely. It is dark you know." She smiled brightly at him, 'I knew he cared!' "Well thank you, I needed it tonight." The rest of the drive passed in silence as Kyouya took her home for the second night in a row.
Pulling up in front of the apartment building, Kyouya shut off the engine and looked to Haruhi. "You could have gotten yourself killed tonight, Haruhi. Use more sense next time and don't go home alone after dark." Haruhi's face flushed deep red and she hoped he couldn't see it in the dark. "I know, Sempai, it was a stupid decision and I'll be careful next time."
She turned to the door and was half way out of it when he spoke again, "Next time, Haruhi, I'll drive you home from school." Her face flushed again and she refused to look back at him. "Thank you Kyouya, I'd appreciate it." And with that she was out the door and running towards her apartment, her long forgotten bag clutched tightly to her chest.