Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Stolen ❯ Rangitikei ( Chapter 7 )

 

"No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its power of acting and reasoning as fear"-Edward Burke

~~Stolen~~

Haruhi was standing in a warmly decorated dining room. The diners were chatting softly and enjoying their meals, seemingly unaware that Haruhi was standing there. She walked around the tables in a trance not quite knowing how she got there or what she was doing there. That was when she saw it. Standing not 10 feet from Haruhi was a pair of people she knew very well.

“I found myself wanting you. And Haruhi, do you know what is nice about being the owner of a multi-billion dollar corporation? I get what I want.” Haruhi's heart slammed against her ribcage as she realized what she was watching. “Haruhi, marry me. Give me your persuasion and your skill.” She wanted desperately to warn the girl standing in front of her to run away, to hide, to not go into her house alone. But, when she tried to call out, her voice was swallowed in the thick mist that was suddenly swirling around her and tugging her backwards. “Give me your attentions and your body. Marry me and give me you.” When Haruhi tried harder and reached out to grab her image, her hand started to fade. And as Haruhi made a final desperate lunge toward her dream self, she was swallowed up in the dense, suffocating mist.

Haruhi woke up gasping, with her mind strangely clear. She sat up slowly, still a little dizzy. Although she still didn't know where she was, she immediately remembered why she was there. A sob almost broke loose from Haruhi before she realized that she needed to be strong, to think. She couldn't let herself get distracted, she needed to think. Problem was, the only thing she could think was how angry and scared she was. And as her mind kept drifting to back to her nightmare, she was only getting angrier.

“give me…give me…give me…” The whole sickening scene kept replaying in her mind. It was all about what he wanted, what he would be getting out of it. She wished she had hurt Kyouya, wished she'd embarrassed and humiliated him. Wished she torn out his heart, stepped on it, and handed it back to him. But she hadn't. It wouldn't have mattered either way. He would have come for her no matter what she said. And…. It's not like he even had a heart to break anyway.

“Finally awake.” A door slammed open behind Haruhi, startling her. “Seems the ether wasn't fully out of your system yet, you passed right out after my little announcement. Rather rude, actually.”

“You!” Haruhi ground out.

“Yes, me.” Kyouya sounded wholly unconcerned. He walked around to the foot of the bed she was laying on, examining his nails in that irritating, unbothered way. “Have you decided then?” Although she was upset she couldn't stop the question she blurted out next.

“Decided what!?”

“Where we will be living of course. I mean, as your husband I should at least listen to where you'd like to live the rest of your life. Because, we can't very well live in Japan now can we? I'd never be able to let you leave the house. Not that you're going to leave it that often anyway, but, well, I can't imagine you'd be able to tend to the yard-work from inside the house.” Haruhi looked appalled at Kyoua. She had stopped listening after he said the word `husband'.

“You…you're not my husband.”

“Actually, you'll find that I am. And you, my dear, are my wife. I pulled a few strings and it's all legal. At least as far as the computer records know. No one actually has to know you didn't agree to it, because frankly, that's a trivial little detail.”

“So, dear, where will it be? France, Spain, Russia? I can run the business from anywhere in the world so no need to worry. But choose soon, my patience is short to begin with. Then, I had to wait for you to recover. So choose.” Haruhi just stared, mouth agape, at Kyouya. What was going on!? She was married!? She didn't really doubt that he told the truth about being legally married. Not only did Kyouya never lie, but he had connections so numerous and strong that it scared her to think about all the things he could do. Haruhi heard Kyouya's jaw click and saw his deep scowl.

“Choose. My patience wears thin.” Haruhi wanted to argue, to struggle. But her survival instinct kicked in, willing her to think of something to do. `Think, Haruhi, think!' Where could she go where she could escape? Japan? No he said that wasn't option. America? No, she didn't speak the language, who would she be able to find to help her there? Completely unbidden, Haruhi saw the smiling face of a very dear friend float in her mind. Oh how she wished Tamaki was here to save her. How she wished he wasn't on that darn…that darn…business trip!!!!

“Rangitikei!” Haruhi looked up just as Kyouya pulled his hand back, looking as if he were about to slap her.

“What?” Kyouya drawled out, an irritated sneer firmly in place.

“Rangitikei. It's uh, it's in New Zealand.” The resulting look Kyouya gave her was one of suspicion.

“Why?” `Oh. Oh no.' Haruhi hadn't thought about him asking why she wanted to go to that place. Thinking quickly, Haruhi spat out,

“Tv! I saw it on Tv once. It's uh, really, it's really,” Haruhi really had no idea what Rangitikei looked like so she settled for a safe adjective, “pretty.” Kyouya waved a guard over that she had not noticed before and whisper to him. After a moment, Kyouya clenched his jaw and looked back at Haruhi.

“Very well. We leave in one hour.” Haruhi's heart stopped. Realization hit her like a waterfall. She was leaving Japan. Her home. She was going so many miles away from home, away from all but one hope for safety that she had. She may never see her father again if her plan didn't work out. She wouldn't see the twins, or Mori and Hunny, or…or Tamaki. The door slammed shut behind Haruhi just as she let a true sob loose. `Tamaki, please. Save me.'

~~Stolen~~

Haruhi didn't remember much from the plane ride. She barely even remembered getting on the plane. She remembered being shoved out of her bed and how badly her head and her eyes burned from crying. Everything after that was a blur. And now, she was so many miles from home, from any form of safety from Kyouya. `Kyouya….' She had once held him in very high esteem. He had been a good friend of hers and she had once admired his drive and determination and how he would do anything to get what he wanted. She once wished she could be like him. But now….now she hated him. `I should have known.' Kyouya had recently become much more intimidating to be around. Every time she visited the rest of the host club, or they visited her, Kyouya would sit off to the side and would glance quite often at her. That had been unsettling. But, it had actually started to creep Haruhi out. Kyouya had found out her class schedule the semester before. At first she thought it was weird but she figured Kyouya was just that way. He knew a lot about a lot of people. But one day, she found out one of his family employed police had been following her, watching her, since the beginning of the semester. Feeling uncomfortable with the situation Haruhi had confronted Kyouya about it. Kyouya denied the accusation and Haruhi may have believed him, if the stalking had not stopped that next day. Haruhi could only shudder at what Kyouya would do to the spy that had allowed himself to be seen. Looking back it had been so obvious but Haruhi just hadn't been able to think one of her good friends had anything but good intentions towards her. She wanted to slap herself. Not that it would do any good.

“Mrs. Ootori?” Haruhi just shook her head in her hands. She was curled up in her chair with her knees at her neck.

“Mrs. Ootori?” It wasn't like she actually had a chance at seeing Tamaki. She didn't even know how large Rangitikei was or what area of Rangitikei Tamaki would be in. Why in the world did she choose a place so far from Japan!?

“Mrs. Ootori?” A hand touched Haruhi's shoulder lightly, causing her to jump and look up. “A thousand apologies Mrs. Ootori but I was told to escort you off the plane and to-” the man was momentarily fazed when he saw Haruhi's bloodshot eyes and blotchy face but cleared his throat and continued. “-to the car.” It just now registered that the man had been calling her Mrs. Ootori. She was so caught up in being so far from home that she had completely forgotten Kyouya had found a way to make them married. And remembering only sent her into a fresh round of sobs. The man looked away and, as gently as possible, lifted Haruhi from her seat as one would with a small child, and carried her to the waiting car.

~~Stolen~~

Now that the electricity and excitement of their first kiss had worn off, Tamaki couldn't help but be angry at himself for taking advantage of Haruhi like that. He'd know that she'd never kissed anyone before. Even though she'd returned the kiss, and then kissed him again, of her own accord, he was still angry at himself. He was taught always to be a gentleman, no matter what. And he had stepped all over that teaching when he'd pulled Haruhi in to kiss him. But, man, had he enjoyed it. He'd wanted to do that for so long.

“Would you care for a drink, Mr.Suoh?” Tamaki looked at the attendant, eyes glassy from thinking about his love.

“Hm?”

“I was just wondering if you would care for a drink, sir.” Tamaki sighed, shaking his head dreamily. The attendant watched as Tamaki's eyes turned back to the window and continued staring, unblinking, out the window. Shaking his head, the attendant turned at went back to the front of the private jet. There was just no reaching Tamaki when he was thinking about Haruhi, his love interest, especially recently.

Tamaki sighed again and wondered thoughtfully to himself about what Haruhi was doing at that moment.

~~Stolen~~

Haruhi was laid gently in the backseat of the black car that was waiting, already running, on the tarmac.

“How was the flight?” Haruhi jumped again, having not noticed Kyouya's presence at first. His question sounded unconcerned to Haruhi so she just didn't answer. Haruhi heard Kyouya look up from his clipboard. “I will not have my wife acting like a child. I asked you how your flight was and I expect an answer.” Haruhi could tell he was already angry but was still too stubborn to respond. Kyouya's hand shot out and grabbed Haruhi's wrist, his jaw was clenched and he was glaring at her. “Answer. Me.” A small sob escaped Haruhi that she quickly turned into a hiccup.

“Long.” Was all Haruhi could say before looking away. Kyouya's hand slid slowly from Haruhi's wrist.

“Now, that wasn't so bad. You are a far way from home right now, so I'll let that little insurrection pass. But this will be your home from now on and I am your husband. SO, next time I ask a question you will answer.” Kyouya let the threat go unspoken, hanging menacingly in the air for a few moments before tapping on the glass the separated the driver from the passengers signaling that he should start driving. Haruhi let another tear slip down her face before putting her head to the cool glass to await her new life in Rangitikei.

 

A/N: Sorry story took so long to update. I have been busy with school and am trying to do whatever I can for money right now (I have resorted to selling plasma twice a week, which, if any of you have ever done so, know that it's an uncomfortable and tiring process.). Thank you to all the loyal readers out there! Review make my plasma grow back faster :p haha.