Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran. If I did, I'd be a character and I'd marry Kyouya.
A/N: Guys, I apologize for the super duper late update! School was once again getting to me that I had an awful semester. I started writing this chapter on paper and put it in a folder so I can type it up when I have the time. But then, when I got home for winter break, I realized I left the folder in my dorm so it was another couple of months before I got around to it. And then all the work just started piling up that I had begun to ignore all my other fanfiction so you are not the only victims. Please forgive me! And please put down those pitchforks… I give you Chapter 17! **runs away**
Chapter 17- Danger around the corner.
Haruhi's DNA results have officially sealed the deal. Yuri knew that it was only a matter of time before she left Japan and ultimately, her new friends. She still refuses to acknowledge the growing feelings of affections she feels for Kyouya, who meanwhile, is attempting to woo her without making it obvious. However, all is not happy sailing when an unexpected occurrence threatens Yuri's identity as a secret agent.
4:30 P.M.
Friday
Third Music Room
The Host Club was in full swing. Tamaki was making his customers sigh in euphoria. Hikaru was narrating a funny story while Kaoru "begged" his twin to stop because it involved an embarrassing story. Girls were squealing in delight when Mori wiped the icing off Hunny's cheeks. Haruhi's customers listened attentively to a story about her deceased mother. Yuri was playing the theme to an anime one of the girls requested. And Kyouya was carrying a tray of cake and tea to…
"Why don't you take a break?" he called to the pianist, laying the tea on a table near the piano.
Yuri stopped playing and looked up in surprise. He had been doing this for the past week and it still made her wonder who this person was who replaced her Kyouya.
Did I just call him my Kyouya? she thought, ignoring the heat rushing to her cheeks. I must be out of my mind.
Nevertheless, she got up from the piano and settled on the table. With a smile, he poured her a cup of tea and one for himself before sitting next to her. Together, they sipped the soothing chamomile concoction and munched on strawberry shortcake in silence.
He had changed and she noticed it. He was much more carefree and didn't even get angry when Haruhi accidentally dropped a teacup that smashed to bits. Normally, he would be threatening to raise her debt but he had simply told the brunette to clean up the mess and return to work. And he had certainly never brought tea to Yuri before. Haruhi or Kaoru would usually take care of that. Also, his smiles were much more frequent. And they weren't fake or sarcastic smiles! They were sincere and content, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Yuri even caught him humming to himself a few times, which he had never done before!
"How is your cousin?" he suddenly asked.
Yuri swallowed her cake before replying, "She's doing alright."
"And her baby?"
"Healthy as a horse according to the doctor." Yuri smiled to herself, remembering how happy Kaori was these days. She was still missing Ryou, but he was already finishing up his assignment and will be home in a few days. "Her husband will be back from his business trip soon so she's extra happy."
She sipped her tea. "And I'll be going home too as soon as everything is done here," she said, her smile suddenly faltering. She struggled to maintain it as she turned to him. "You should tell me how much debt I have left so I can see how much longer I have to work for the Host Club. I have to finish paying up before I leave."
He flashed her a blank stare and didn't reply for the longest time. Finally, he nodded and finished his tea before standing up. "Finish up and get back to work. You have more requests to fulfill so you can pay your debt."
Yuri could only stare at his stiff back before sighing to herself.
Don't get too attached Kathy, she thought. You're going to leave them all eventually. You'll just get hurt in the end.
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"You got everything?" Yuri asked.
"I believe so," Haruhi replied, checking her grocery bags. "Thanks for coming with me, Yuri."
"It's no problem."
The two girls were walking home after a trip to the grocery store before heading home. It was getting dark now and they had to rush to catch their train home. Haruhi had decided that she wanted to cook something to bring with her when she goes to meet her mother's family next week. She figured it should be something her mother had taught her to make.
"Do you think they'll like it?" she asked, nervously.
"Haruhi, you're an excellent cook," Yuri replied, with a smile. "They'll love it."
"What else do you think I should bring?"
"Um… Yourself?"
"Haha, very funny. Seriously though."
"I am being serious. They want to see you, not a present you bring."
Haruhi sighed, loudly. "I guess you're right. It's just… I want to impress them."
Yuri placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "And you will. Trust me, they'll love you."
Haruhi broke into a smile and nodded, reassured.
The two continued to head to the train station, talking about nothing in particular. Suddenly, a sleep, black car stopped in front of them. Yuri was hit with a terrible aura. She did not like it. Not at all. Immediately on her guard, she stepped in front of Haruhi.
The secret agent's eyes narrowed when two men she recognized stepped out of the car. The very same men whp had been following her and Haruhi for the past couple of weeks. A few more men emerged from the car and surrounded the two girls, leaving no room for escape.
"Hello ladies," the tallest of the bunch greeted, a sadistic grin playing on his lips.
"Hello," Yuri replied, faking a smile. Haruhi remained silent behind her. "Mind telling me why you guys have been following us for the past few weeks?"
Haruhi gasped and Yuri couldn't blame her. The secret agent had kept the whole ordeal a secret so she wouldn't worry.
One of the short men with a Hitler-like moustache chuckled. "You're a smart one aren't you? Then again, you are the ambassador's niece. Must run in the family."
"Ambassador's…" Yuri's voice trailed off as her brow furrowed. How did they-?
Flashback
"The ambassador's rival wants her so you have to get to her fast," Commander Johnson explained while they waited to board her plane. "As much as possible, make sure he doesn't get to the girl at all. We don't know what he could possibly do to her and we're not taking any chances."
End flashback
Yuri mentally smacked herself. How could she forget?! How could she be so damn stupid?!
"So you work for him?" she asked, though she didn't exactly know who "him" was. She just had to keep them distracted and hope that they'd falter their formation so she could find an opening.
The men all chuckled.
"What do you think?" one of them said. "Of course we do. He pays big money. And we want money."
"I see." Something caught Yuri's eye and she mentally smiled. "Well… All I can say is… You're not getting us!"
Yuri grabbed Haruhi's grocery bags and flung one at one of the men. He jumped out of the way and bumped into the man next to him. I t was an incredible domino effect and Yuri took that chance to show the other bag at another man before grabbing Haruhi's arm and running away as fast as they could.
"GET THEM!'
"DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY!"
Yuri had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she had too get Haruhi out of their clutches.
"Yuri!" Haruhi gasped. "What do they want from me?!"
"Enemies of your uncle! They think I'm you! It's important that you get away!" Yuri stopped running and quickly handed Haruhi her book bag. "They mustn't get to you! Go! I'll lead them as far away as possible!"
"But Yuri-!"
The girl pushed her cross-dressing friend towards a dark alley. "Hide and don't come out until they've passed. That's an order Haruhi!"
"But how about you?"
"I'll be fine! Just go!"
Without another word, Yuri ran off, praying that Haruhi would do as she asked. The secret agent spotted the car from the corner of her eye. Making sure that they had seen her, she took off at the opposite direction of the alleyway, far, far away from Haruhi's hiding place.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
She honestly did not anticipate anything like this to happen. She thought it would simply be find Haruhi, introduce her to her family, and leave Japan. Nothing like this!
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Meanwhile, Haruhi tried to remain calm in her hiding spot in the alleyway. She tried to move, but could not find the strength to do so. She felt as if her legs had turned to jelly. Those men came for her and Yuri was out there, protecting her. Her hands shaking, she searched her bag for her cellphone and dialed Tamaki's number.
It felt like forever for Tamaki to answer his phone. "Haruhiii! My daughter! You called daddy! Did you miss me? Did you… Haruhi? What's wrong?"
Haruhi had begun to cry through the phone. "S-Senpai… it's Yuri! She's in trouble! W-We have to help her… P-Please… I don't know what to d-do…"
"Tell me where you are right now! Kyouya is with me. We'll call the others and head there as soon as we can."
Through sobs, Haruhi told them her exact location and Tamaki hung up. A little calmer now, Haruhi left her hiding spot and looked around. Yuri was nowhere to be found and neither were the men. Either way, she had to try to find her friend. Who knows what could be happening?
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Yuri ran and ran. She had no idea where she was going. But she ran. A black car suddenly blocked Yuri's path and she skidded to a stop. She turned the other direction, only to be met by the goons, already waiting for her. They were smart than she gave them credit for.
"Now come with us quietly and you won't get hurt," the tallest man said as he stalked closer to her.
"Over my dead body," Yuri growled.
"Sadly, we can't kill you. Yet. So just give it up and come with us."
With a confident smirk, he grabbed her arm. Big mistake. Yuri kicked him in the shin and yowled in pain as he let go of her. Moustache-man tried to grab her but she slipped from his grasp easily. She punched, dodged, and kicked whatever caught her eye.
Yuri had no idea how long she'd been doing it. But she could find no chance of escape. Finally, she could feel her bones and muscles becoming weary. She was strong, but she couldn't be strong forever. She couldn't fight forever and at some point during the battle, she realized that she was going to lose.
One of the men had managed to grab her and slam her against a wall. A cloth made its way to her nose.
Chloroform was her last thought before she felt her consciousness slipping.
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"Haruhi!"
The girl turned to see Tamaki and Kyouya emerge from the Suoh family car. Immediately, she ran to them. Tamaki caught her arms to steady the shaking girl.
"S-Senpai! Y-Yuri… I don't know where she is. B-But… She must be in trouble."
"We'll find her, don't worry, right Kyouya? Kyouya?"
Tamaki turned his head to see that Kyouya was already running. Instructing his driver to stay and watch for any sign of Yuri, the Host King and Haruhi followed the Shadow King.
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Kyouya had no idea where he was going. He didn't even know if he was going the right direction. All he knew was that Yuri… Yuri was in trouble. And he had to get to her. That stubborn girl! What the hell did she get herself into this time? Can't she stay out of trouble for once?!
Kyouya began to hear some grunts and moans and other sounds of fighting. As he turned a corner, he witnessed an unconscious Yuri being loaded into a black car by some unknown men.
Kyouya felt his vision turn black.
"Stop!" he called out, angrily.
But it was too late. The car drove away. Before he could register what he was doing, Kyouya began to run after the car. But it was no use. The car was gone and Kyouya, out of breathe, skidded to a stop. Dismayed, he fell to his knees on the ground, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. He punched the ground in anger.
Tamaki and Haruhi finally caught up to him. "She's gone," he stated, not finding the will to look at either of them. "They took her."
Haruhi, against her character, began to sob. Tamaki had no reaction, only stared at Kyouya blankly.
"But…" Kyouya finally raised his head to look at his friends, a smirk playing on his lips. "I memorized the plate number."
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Her head was pounding. She felt groggy. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes but all she saw was a blur. Her eyes could not properly focus on anything. Losing the will to fight her groggy state, Yuri allowed herself to lose consciousness once more.
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Akiyama Household
"Kaori-san, please calm down," Haruhi soothed. "It's not good for the baby."
But Kaori could not sit still. She kept pacing back and forth in worry, her fingers wringing the fabric of her maternity dress.
A few hours or so ago, a knock came on her door and she opened it to find the whole Host Club looking distraught. They told her that Yuri had been kidnapped by some men, but they had already reported the matter to the police. Kyouya, himself, saw to it that the Ootori Police Squad was on the job. All they had to do now was wait. And Kaori could not wait. She had a feeling why Yuri was taken but she could not say anything in order to protect Yuri's secret. She was half-tempted to call the American CIA for help but what could they do? She hasn't stopped crying since.
"But why would they take Yuri?!" Kaoru asked, upset. He could not sit still either and even his brother could not calm him down. "She's not that important. She doesn't have money so ransom is out of the question! I don't get it! Why her of all people?!"
"They thought she was me," Haruhi suddenly whispered.
All heads turned to her. Kaori could not meet anyone's eyes.
"What do you mean by that, Haruhi?" Tamaki asked.
The girl turned away.
"Haruhi." Kyouya was in front of her now. And his eyes were pleading. "You know something. It could help us save Yuri." He took her hands. "Please."
Haruhi bit her lip and turned to Kaori, asking her permission. Kaori thought about it. She thought long and hard about it. Finally, she tilted her head.
So Haruhi confessed. She told them everything. About her being the Japanese ambassador's niece. But, because she had been wearing the boy's uniform, the kidnappers must have thought that the niece was Yuri since they were always together. Yuri was the one who had noticed the men following the two of them everywhere. And she sacrificed herself so that Haruhi could get away and be safe.
"This is all my fault." The girl placed her head in her hands, feeling the tears come again.
"No, Haruhi, dear." Kaori came over to wrap her in a hug. "It wasn't your fault. This is no one's fault. We have to try to be strong for Yuri now."
The other Host Club members agreed and so, they resumed waiting.
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When Yuri finally came to, she wasn't alone. The two men, the tall and lanky one and the short and pudgy one, who had been following her and Haruhi were in the room with her. They looked up from their card game and saw that she was awake.
"Good, you're up," the tall one said as the shorter man left the room.
Now that she was no longer under the influence of knock-out gas, Yuri could finally look around where she was held captive. Ropes tied her to a chair while another tied her hands behind her back (she immediately knew that those were going to leave a scar). The roof was made of metal but old and run down. The walls were wood and falling apart. Barrels, some she assumed were empty, surrounded her. Strange looking machines were on some corners, but they looked broken and unused. Based on these observations, she deduced that she was in some type of warehouse.
"Let me guess," Yuri finally said. "You're going to introduce me to your boss who is going to explain to me why I'm being held hostage. Correct?"
The man look startled. Yuri decided to call him Lanky and the other guy Fatso.
Lanky's eye twitched. "How did you-?"
Yuri began to laugh. "You bad guys are getting predictable. And it's all in the movies. You should be a bit more original. I'm getting tired of the same thing over and over again."
Before Lanky could retort, the door opened and in came Fatso. Following him was a Japanese man, of pure descent, if Yuri was not mistaken. He was clad in a pitch-black expensive, business suit. His hair was sleeked back, giving him the look of a Godfather-type individual. On his arm, was a woman, elegantly dressed in a blood-red cocktail dress and matching heels.
Yep, all villains are getting predictable, Yuri thought.
"You're the Senator from Okinawa," she said. "Senator Kaito Sato."
Sato looked at her closely then turned to his henchmen. "Who is this?"
The men looked startled. "That's the girl, boss. The ambassador's niece."
Sato turned to Yuri. "No. This is the girl who knows about the ambassador's niece. My spies told me that she's the agent sent from America to find the girl."
Yuri raised an eyebrow as Lanky and Fatso began to fidget. "But… But… You told us to follow her and watch her every move-."
"Yes, because she has the information we need." The senator looked pissed now. All that careful planning of kidnapping his rival's niece so he could use her against him all fell down the drain because his men were idiots. "And once you had that information, it will lead you to the girl. This is not the girl! It is a girl! But not the girl! Now what?! We wasted men and money just so you can kidnap the wrong girl!"
Lanky and Fatso cowered at their boss' angry gaze. Yuri couldn't help but chuckle at the situation, despite that fact that she was in mortal danger right now. She was of no use to them. Most likely, they're going to try and dispose of her. Again, quite predictable.
"Mr. Senator, I have a question," Yuri said.
Sato's brow twitched as he turned to her.
"What are you planning to do with the ambassador's daughter anyway?"
"That is none of your business."
"But I'm curious."
The senator let out a growl. "I'm going to use her as a form of… ransom. I'm going to ask him to give up his position without a fight and I'll let his precious niece go. But of course, because of these idiots, that may take some more time."
"So now that you know I'm not your target, will you let me go?" Yuri asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Don't think that you're free from this ordeal," he barked at her. "I will deal with you tomorrow. And you too!" He added to his men.
They nodded and with a scoff at their pathetic behavior, he turned and left the room, his arm candy never leaving his side.
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The rest of the Host Club spent the night at the Miyazaki Household. Each had called their respective homes to inform their parents that they are staying over at friend's house.
They were just finishing up a meager lunch of take out sushi when Kyouya's phone finally rang. He answered quickly. Everyone else waited with bated breath as he talked to the police squad's chief. When he finally hung up, he turned to everyone. They flashed him an expectant look.
"They found her," he said. "She's been taken to an old abandoned warehouse in the countryside. The squad is getting ready to rescue her. I'm going with them."
"I'm going too!" Haruhi said, standing up.
"And me," Kaoru said and Hikaru nodded at his side.
"I want to rescue Yu-chan," Hunny piped. Obviously, Mori was going as well.
"Me too," Tamaki said.
"And don't forget me," Kaori added. "She's my cousin."
Kyouya looked at all of them. "It's going to be dangerous."
"All the more reason for us to go," said Kaoru. "Yuri needs us. She's our friend and we can't leave her now."
"After everything she's done for me," Haruhi said. "I want to return the favor."
Seeing all their determined faces, Kyouya had no choice but to allow them.
"Alright then. Let's go rescue our pianist."
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Lanky and Fatso had fallen asleep after they had eaten dinner. Yuri wasn't particularly fond of the dried beef that they forced her to eat that day but she didn't complain. Since her guards had fallen asleep, she had tried everything she could think of to be loosed of her bonds. She didn't have her bag with her and it had her pocketknife in it so that was no use. She didn't even have a cellphone to call for help. But she mustn't lose hope. She had to get out of here.
Once again, Yuri looked around to see if there was anything she could use. Anything with a sharp edge, she could work with. Finally, her eyes fell on the machine behind her. It had been some sort of conveyor belt, but it was surely old and rusty. She took a closer look and noticed that the part facing her had a sharpened edge. She wondered if it was sharp enough to cut the rope. She couldn't move with the chair, it would wake her guards.
Instead, no matter how painful and uncomfortable, Yuri stretched her arms behind her until her hands met the rusty, metal surface. Slowly, she began to grind the rope tying her hands together against the edge. It was one of the most painful things she had to do. Sometimes, her flesh met the edge and would feel herself get cut and the blood trickling down to her hands. But she didn't stop. Finally, after what felt like days of grinding, her bonds were gone and her hands were free.
Yuri took some time to breathe and get her bearings together after the pain. When she was calm enough, she wriggled against the rope binding her to the chair. When she managed to get her arms free, it became easy. She lifted the rope over her head and rest came loose. She was free!
Slowly, she tip-toed quietly past the guards. Opening the door, it creaked. She paused and looked back at the guards. They were still asleep. Reassured, she walked out the door. It was dark, barely any light visible.
I better be careful, she thought to herself as she felt her way through the dark.
However, fate was not on her side. As she felt her way, her feet bumped into an abandoned barrel and she feel on the ground. The barrel rolled towards the wall and made a loud, clang-ing noise. She heard Lanky and Fatso's voices asking in panic where she was. And then the lights came on.
Yuri cursed and began to run.
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"So, she's in there?" Haruhi asked, staring at the large structure in front of them.
For an abandoned warehouse, it was still in pretty good shape. Not the best shape, but decent. Decent enough to hold people without the building collapsing under them.
Kyouya was talking to the chief and when he came back to the rest of them, their faces told him what they wanted to ask.
"They're going to be storming the place soon," he said. "Most likely, they know that we're here now and would try to escape."
"I just hope Yuri-chan is alright," Koari said, a hand over her abdomen.
"I'm sure she is," Kyouya replied, forcing a smile. "She's strong. Stubborn and careless… but strong."
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It turns out that Lanky and Fatso weren't the only ones inside the warehouse. There were others and Yuri had to fight them all. She was getting weary. She wasn't fully recovered from the earlier fight. Not to mention, she had no idea where she was or if she was going the right way to the exit. The place was huge. And as much as it hurt her pride, she admitted that she was lost.
More men came and lunged for her. Yuri dodged them, but instead of fighting, ran.
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The police squad had entered the warehouse over fifteen minutes ago. But they still had not emerged. Of course, it was going to take some time. But Kyouya could not sit still. How long did it take to arrest some men and find one girl?
When half an hour passed and no news, Kyouya stood up from his perch on the hood of the Ootori family car.
"I'm going in there," he announced.
"What?! Are you crazy?!" the twins said.
"You can't go in there!" Hikaru said.
"It's dangerous!" Kaoru added.
But Kyouya shook his head. "I don't care. I can't just sit here and do nothing while Yuri is in there."
"Then I'm coming with you," Tamaki said, rising from his spot on the ground.
"Us too!"
"And me! And you too, right Takashi?"
"Yes."
Haruhi stood up. "I'm going too."
"No, Haruhi." Tamaki placed his hands on her shoulder. "It's dangerous for you.'
"But I want to help."
"And you can. Don't leave Kaori-san's side. She needs a shoulder to lean on right now. And that is you."
Haruhi started to protest but at the worried look the rest of the Host Club were sporting, decided that Tamaki was right. To his surprise, she wrapped her arms around his middle.
"Promise me you'll come back," she said.
Tamaki swallowed, a blush on his cheeks. "I promise."
And with that, Haruhi watched her boys enter the war zone to rescue her dearest friend.
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Having no idea where she was going, Yuri stumbled into a room. There, she found a television, a table with glasses and a bottle of gin, and the senator's arm candy, who looked up at her in surprise from a magazine.
"What the hell are you doing here?! Where are your guards?!" she screamed, standing up quickly.
"Oh, you mean your boss' pathetic excuses for henchmen?" Yuri replied. "They lost me. And now if you'll excuse me."
She turned to leave, but the woman threw an empty glass at her that narrowly missed her head.
"You're not going anywhere," she threatened, as she removed her heels.
What's she gonna do, throw a shoe at me? Yuri thought.
But to the agent's shock and surprise, the woman began to cartwheel towards her that Yuri had to back away. The woman grabbed her by the throat and threw her back into the room.
Okay, maybe I have some work cut out for me, Yuri thought as she picked herself up from the floor.
"Alright, you want to fight? You got it!" she positioned into a stance and the woman came at her with flying kicks and punches.
She's a Kung-Fu master too?! Yuri thought as she blocked and punched in retaliation. Damn, she's fast!
And she could see why the senator left his arm candy here.
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Meanwhile, the Host Club members were in a fight of their own. They knew that some of the men had been arrested already, but there were still a few who tried to escape. So they took it upon themselves to take care of these men and hand them off to the police. But they still haven't found Yuri!
As Kyouya knocked out cold another man, he looked around. The place was huge. It was easy to get lost inside if you didn't know where you were going. Seeing that Tamaki and the others had everything handled (Hunny was having the time of his life showing off his Karate skills), he ventured further into the warehouse, determined to find the Host Club's pianist.
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Somewhere in the warehouse, a henchman struggled with a police officer. Without warning, he was knocked against a table. A gas lamp fell to the floor and rolled away. One the way, it hit an abandoned but lighted cigarette.
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Yuri was tired. Her muscles were aching. Her vision was getting blurry. Her moves were becoming slower and more sluggish. She had no idea how long she could hold this fight, but she knew it was not for much long.
"Oh little girl, you really think you can get away that easy?" the woman taunted.
"I was kinda hoping," Yuri remarked, blocking the punches that came her way.
The woman continued to assault her with kicks and punches and finally, Yuri's body gave out. She stopped blocking and a powerful kick sent her flying through the air. She hit a wall and there was a crack. Her body slid to the floor, warm blood trickled down her cheeks from a cut on her forehead.
The woman gave her a satisfied look. But the smirk vanished when smoke began to occupy the space. Both could hear shouts and screams from somewhere outside about a fire.
Yuri was too weak to move. She could do nothing when the woman panicked and grabbed her shoes, her purse, and a set of keys before closing the door behind her.
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Kyouya knew there was a fire. If the screams from the remaining henchmen wasn't an indication, then the thick smoke was. But Yuri still had not been found.
"Kyouya, come on!" Tamaki yelled to him. "We have to get out of here!"
"Not without Yuri!" was his only reply as he sprinted further into the warehouse and no one could stop him.
He ran, begging Kami to spare Yuri from all this. He needed to find her. But where was she?!
A woman came in his field of view. Yuri?
But no, it was a different woman. And she was running in his direction. He met her halfway and grabbed her arms.
"There's a girl here! Where is she?!" he demanded, shaking her.
The woman shrieked and kicked him, dropping the things she was holding in the process. Without pausing to pick them up, she ran from the scene, leaving Kyouya gasping for breath.
Y-Yuri… was all he could think as he picked himself up and painfully sprinted into the direction the woman came from. Hold on Yuri. I'll find you. Just hold on.
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Yuri finally gains enough composure to realize her situation. Weakly, she got up and started for the door and jiggled the knob. The damn woman locked it!
She had nothing on her to pick the lock. And as pathetic as it was, she had no choice but to bang on the door.
"Help! Is anyone out there? Please help me!"
The smoke began to thicken. Yuri covered her nose with her arm but she knew that it was futile. If she stayed her any longer, she could die of suffocation.
She continued banging on the door. "Help! Help me!"
"Yuri?"
Surprised, Yuri pressed her ear to the door.
"Yuri?!"
"K-Kyouya-senpai!"
It was Kyouya! But, what was he doing here? How did he know?
"Yuri, the door is locked!"
"Oh really? I had no clue," she couldn't help but say, smiling widely.
"This is no time for jokes! I need to get you out!"
"There's no use," Yuri replied, dejected. "Unless you can knock this door down. The woman who locked me in here took the keys."
"Woman… Keys… Of course! I'll be right back! Hold on Yuri! Hold on!"
"S-Senpai?"
He didn't reply. Yuri could feel her consciousness slipping. She was inhaling too much smoke. She was going to die here. But to her surprise, the doorknob jiggled. Soon, it opened and there was Kyouya, still in his school uniform without the jacket, hair and tie askew. Without warning, she fell into his arms, coughing madly.
"Come on, let's get out of here."
Yuri didn't know how, but he managed to get her out of there without any trouble. She was losing it, but she tried to keep it together. They were suddenly joined by the rest of the Host Club, who all came out of nowhere. Together, they helped Kyouya move Yuri outside.
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The Fire Department had been called and they were putting out the fire. All the henchmen had been arrested, including the senator's arm candy, a.k.a. his mistress.
But all Kyouya could pay attention to was the weak girl in his arms. As soon as they had gotten outside and were met by Haruhi and Kaori, both crying, Yuri had simply smiled before collapsing. He had managed to catch her and someone called for an ambulance.
While they waited, he wouldn't let anyone else hold her. He didn't know why. But he just couldn't let her go and no one attempted to take her away.
Please be okay was all he could think over and over again. Don't let go Yuri, you stubborn girl. Don't let go. Don't… Don't leave me…
And for the first time in ages, Kyouya allowed tears to stain his cheeks.
To Be Continued…
Well! That was dramatic. More to come! This story is not ending any time soon so hold on! And guys, come on, how many times do I have to apologize? Please put the pitchforks down!