Once we were out of the hospital, I could finally breathe; the stench of illness finally leaving my surroundings. This brought me little comfort since Takashi refused to look in my direction. He looked the same, his stone cold eyes gazing forward. But he didn't feel the same. Something was off about him.

"Thank you for bringing me here," I managed to slice some of the tension away. "You're really kind to me."

He shifted, fixing his hands in his pockets, "Of course." He faced me, showing some emotion. "I'll go get the car. Wait right here."

"Okay."

Takashi walked off towards his vehicle, leaving me by the entrance. I glanced up towards the sun, it was already mid-day. Time was going by to fast and I would give anything if it would make the sun stop. Any day now could be my last, I could be down to my last few minutes and I wouldn't know it. The unknown was destroying my mind but I kept myself composed. I needed to be rational and use my remaining time wisely.

"I'll take care of the papers."

That voice... Looking to the right, I saw him. My body froze, my breathing hitched in my throat. He was walking into the side entrance of the hospital, talking into his phone casually. He was dressed in a white coat and I bit my tongue, not wanting to curse. The man was the always composed and cool devil, Kyoya Ootori.

What was he doing here? Why was he wearing a doctors coat? More importantly, why am I so angry from just hearing his voice. My hands balled up, my knuckles almost white. Then my mind flashed back to that day.

You're going to regret this.

Forgetting about Takashi, I rushed to the side entrance. I didn't know what I was doing but anger filled me and gave my legs a will of their own. I pushed open the door, the clean air hitting my nose once again. I scanned around, looking past the patients and nurses. I saw him about to turn a corner and I dashed forward, ignoring a nurse telling me not to run.

When I turned the corner, I saw him go into a room no longer talking on his cell phone. I tried to be quiet but my bare feet patted against the tiles. That's when I realized I wasn't wearing shoes and left dirty footprints behind me. No wonder I was getting weird looks earlier. Why didn't anybody say anything? Pushing that matter aside, I opened the door Kyoya went into.

"Huh?" Meeting my gaze was cold black eyes, ones you could mistake for a demon's. He was staring right at me and then I realized he was in a janitors closet. He grabbed the front of my shirt, yanking me into the closet with him. With a swift motion, he was in front of the door, locking it with one hand.

I was trapped.

He didn't look fazed, in fact, he knew I was following him. I could tell from a small smirk he let slip from his cold mask-like expression. "May I ask why you were running after me?"

"Can I ask why you're trapping me in a closet?" I shot back.

He lazily shrugged, "This time you can't run when I ask questions."

He was right. This time I couldn't ignore him and run away like I've always done. However, I still wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of having the upper hand. Even though he made my skin crawl and made me want to crawl into a corner, I was going to be stronger this time. Being trapped and no way out reminded me of her. I could almost see Mother before me, looking down like I was some kind of scared kitten. I could see her smiling, ready to bring me even more sorrow.

Not this time.

I went to hit Kyoya, but just as fast, he grabbed my wrist, pinning it above my head. I heard something pop and I was thankful I couldn't feel it. He was so close to me it was sickening, I could feel his breath on my face and it smelled just like the cleaner they use here. Reading his expression, he looked like he was enjoying this. The more I struggled, the more he wanted to smile. His eyes danced as mine was filled with exasperation.

His grip was like iron and nothing I did made him loose. I went to hit him with my other hand but he grabs that one, pinning it at my side. I was so helpless and that made me even angrier. Never again did I want to be powerless. This made me want to scream but I refused to let him see me so weak.

"Tell me what's wrong with you. I've dug around for information and found nothing," He said smoothly.

My eyes widened, "What do you mean? Information?"

He liked my reaction.

"Well, I know that you have a sister named Seika. You live with your mother and father in a small apartment. The reason you got into Ouran High was due to scholarships." He was saying basic things that didn't bother me but the next thing he said made me want to disappear.

"I also know that your sister was here not too long ago for a baby appointment. Now, why would she be here for that?" He wanted to get a rise out of me and it worked. I could no longer keep control as I rushed forward, almost biting his nose. He easily moved his head back, loving my expression of anger and dread.

How did he find that out? We didn't tell anyone about her condition. Why is he doing this to me? Why does he want to know so much about me? He should just leave me alone! "How did you find out?!" I growled.

"This is one of my father's hospitals. I know everything that goes on here."

My knees were becoming weak, I was afraid to hear anything more. If he knew about that, what else could he know? Surely, he didn't find out who the father was. He couldn't have. Hikaru didn't even know himself and I would never tell a soul. Seika wanted to keep it a secret, she wanted to forget about it the most.

He openly smirked, "The father couldn't possibly be Hikaru could it?" I gasped, not knowing what to say. "The way you acted towards him at the cafe was out of normal, especially for a person like yourself."

How did he know that? All that happened was me becoming angry, defending my sister like any normal sibling would do. How could he get this idea from such a small act on my part? Kyoya was smart, he was far more intelligent than any other man I've met. It wouldn't take much for him to put two and two together. I hated that about him. Either way, he knew not only from that incident but also from my current reaction.

It was all my fault.

I almost lost my balance, but his hands kept me standing. The closet was already small but I felt it shrinking around me. My breath was rugged and I tried to keep the tears in. He was saying something but his voice was fading like he was far away. Oh god, it's happening again. I couldn't control myself as I fell forward onto his chest. He didn't move, studying my reaction.

It was so dark, I couldn't even see anymore. The bottles of cleaner and mops faded into black as I was struggling not slip away into unconsciousness. I tried to stand up but failed as Kyoya supported me. This made me even more upset because I wanted to run away from him, to never see his devil-like face again. I struggled to keep my vision and hearing.

"Care to explain this?" I barely heard him say, lifting up my wrist.

My hand was gone.

This gave me the strength to push him away, I hit the cabinet with a smack; all the supplies fell down with me. Cleaner poured onto the floor, brushes, and brooms littered everywhere and some kind of liquid drenched my hair and clothes. I smelled just like the hospital.

I doubled over, wanting to vomit.

Nothing was in my stomach so I could only dry heave. My arms wrapped around me protectively, wanting this to all go away. I was supposed to be stronger than this. I should stick up for Seika, I need to protect her! I looked up at him and all he did was stare back. This made me so angry that a tear dripped from my cheek.

"You really should calm down, panic attacks can turn rather messy," He motioned to the mess I made, making sure not to get any on his shoes. I couldn't respond as he carefully got on one knee, forcing one of my arms away. He looked over my missing hand, going touch my wrist just to make sure my hand was really gone.

He left me feeling embarrassed.

My cheeks were pink and my eyes struggled to stay open. they felt so heavy and tired. I tried yanking my arm away and succeeded but not because of strength. My arm was starting to disappear too. I choked back a cry, still not wanting Kyoya to see me so frail. My image was all I had at this moment and I wouldn't let him take that away from me too. I could only stare at my arms, as they disappeared more, slowly rising up.

My time was almost up.

"Please..." I said, barely loud enough for him to hear, "Tell me why you are doing this?"

I had to know. What made him so interested in me? To go as far and meddle in my sister's life as well. I was scared he knew everything, what if he knew about that night? That night on December 3rd. This man before me was powerful and he had ways of getting what he wanted. I was dumb to have followed him, I should have just went home.

Father and Seika must be worried...

"I don't really know myself, "He answered. "Something about you was interesting. When I see something interesting I can't help but follow."

I didn't like his answer and I wanted to press for more details but refrained. My time was precious, I needed to leave. But first, I had to make sure Seika was safe. That was the least I could do before I disappeared. I could feel my feet starting to vanish and I tried to keep calm.

"Don't tell anyone." I begged, "Seika doesn't want anyone to know. Please, you can do whatever with me but leave her out of this."

He tilted his head, "I have no interest in prying into someone else's business." He then stood up, " Don't you think it's a little unfair for Hikaru not to know"

"Please!" I screamed.

"Then tell me everything."

I could only choke back sobs, wanting nothing more than to disappear. However, I was stuck in this cramp, dirty closet with a man who might as well be Satan's son. He looked at me like I was some kind of toy and he was getting annoyed that I wasn't playing with him the way he wanted. He fixed his glasses, his dark orbs were as black as my surroundings. He tapped his slender finger against one of the shelves, making me feel even more under pressure. I have to confess everything if I want Seika to be safe and her secret kept under wraps.

"It all started on December 3rd-"

Knock.

Someone lightly knocked on the door after trying to open it.

Knock...

They tried again, this time a little harder.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

They banged their first against the door and Kyoya didn't like it. Someone wanted in really bad. surely it was just the janitor wanting his supplies. Kyoya sighed, opening the door to were it was only cracked, he didn't want the other person seeing me. The light that flooded in from the cracked door made me want to crawl to it. However, I was stuck on my knees. My arms were almost completely gone and my feet, this left me defenseless.

"Why are you in the closet?" I heard a deep voice.

That voice could only come from one man, the very man who has saved me so many times. His voice sounded like an angel's and he was close to being one. The statue-like man was so close but was blocked by a devil.

Kyoya responded cooly like nothing was out of the ordinary. "I'm looking for some cleaner, there was a mess with one of the patients."

"I see..." I could hear the suspicion in Takashi's voice.

I went to cry out but Kyoya's eyes glared at me, daring me to go against him. What was I going to do? If I scream, he will tell Hikaru everything. Seika will have to live a life knowing the father of her unborn child knows and more than likely wants nothing to do with them. She made a mistake, one that she wants to forget badly. She can forget the father, but she strives to better herself and her child. That could be crushed if Hikaru finds out.

"Who are you talking to?" Takashi questioned him again.

Kyoya was clearing getting annoyed but kept it hidden, I could only tell by his fist slightly twitching behind the door. "I was talking on my phone," He simply stated.

My feet finally disappeared and I could no longer hold myself up, this caused me to fall face first into the puddle of cleaner. The smell invaded my nose and it made me even sicker. Oh god, I can't take this anymore. The smell, the darkness and the presence of Kyoya was all too much. I could no longer handle it. I couldn't even lift myself off the floor and had to lay in the disgusting liquid. My mind was a mess, making it hard to breathe. My body was shaking and my mouth opened, I could no longer hold it in. There was only one way for me to escape this. I tried with all my might to stay quiet but my body refused to listen.

With one quick breath, I screamed for my knight.

"Takashi!"