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Recover	By : ramblingrobin Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Ouran and don’t make money off of my silly little fantasies.

Chapter List
- 1-Recover Ch 1
- 2-Recover Ch 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Recover Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 13
- 14
- 15
Recover

Ch 14

Haruhi was back in her room again. Honey and Mori had given her a tour of the house and grounds after supper. They pointed out security and a few guards. The guards looked like Kyoya's people. They bowed respectfully when she introduced herself. Haruhi was touched when Honey offered to share with her the contents of a secret refrigerator in a pantry. The fridge held nothing but sweets and cakes made especially for Honey. He showed her where the light switches were in case she needed a midnight snack.

“And you can always wake me up if you need snack-company, Haru-chan!” Honey beamed. “Takashi and I'll be in the room right next door to yours if you ever need us for anything.”

Honey held Haruhi's hands and spun around with her. “What do you think of my house, Haru-chan?” He let her go and then grabbed Mori's hands, spinning him around once before plopping onto her bed.

There was something comforting about being around Mori and Honey. Part of it was their dynamic with each other. They were so close, but she didn't feel excluded when she was with them. It was hard not to smile when they were around.

“It's really nice, Honey-senpai. Especially the garden. The little pond with the fish was cool and the plants were amazing. Thanks for showing me everything.” Haruhi smiled, leaning against the dresser.

“She didn't see the dojo.” Mori commented.

“Yeah, that's right.” Honey said and suddenly looked serious. “We're going to work on some self-defense, right, Haru-chan?”

Haruhi held up her hands. “I know you guys are busy. So, really, I don't want to bug you any more than I am already.”

Mori shook his head. “It's not bugging.”

Honey stood in front of Haruhi. He took her hand and turned it palm up, showing the scratches from the knife she'd carried at Kyoya's. She quickly pulled her hand back and tucked it to her chest, embarrassed.

Honey gave her a quick hug and stepped back. “It's important, Haru-chan. Besides, Takashi and I already have some ideas.” He looked at her with wide sparkling eyes. “And Takashi said he's been interested in teaching self-defense. This would help him out come up with a lesson plan.”

Mori nodded firmly.

“Pretty please, Haru-chan?” His lower lip pooched out in a tiny pout.

Devious, Haruhi decided. So, cute, but so devious. She sighed, defeated. “Ok. Thank you for taking the time to help me. I'll do my best to learn.”

Honey cheered and hugged her, Mori leaning in to give them both a more sedate squeeze. Haruhi allowed herself to try to relax and enjoy their undemanding affection.

“So,” Haruhi said uncertainly, “you're going to teach me how to use a knife?”

Honey leaned back. “Well, we wanted to talk to you about that.”

Haruhi sat on the bed, Honey plopped on the floor in front of her with his legs out straight.

“How about we go over some of our ideas?” He said. “And you can tell us what you think.”

She nodded as Mori sat behind Honey, letting the smaller man lean back against him.

“Have you learned any more about how to fight since that time at the beach?” Honey asked.

Haruhi remembered the guys she had stood up to when they were bothering some girls that had come to the beach as clients of the host club. Haruhi had earned a surprise swim and a lot of scolding for that incident.

She shook her head. “I meant to, I just never seemed to have time between studying and the club.”

“Then we can start slow. No problem.” Honey gave her a thumbs-up. “We talked about what kind of knife-fighting we could teach you, but we have some worries about that.”

Honey was quiet a moment, thinking about how best to explain. “Ok, so say two guys get in a fistfight. Most of the time they'll come out of it with some scrapes and bruises, but usually not worse than that. Now let's say one of them brings a weapon. The odds that someone will get more seriously hurt shoots up. And the thing is that the guy who didn't bring a weapon isn't the only one who might get hurt worse. The guy who brought the club, or pipe, or knife, or gun; he's more likely to get hurt worse too. One reason is just that it escalates the violence. The guy he's fighting is going to be looking around for what he can use for a weapon, too. Maybe he finds a metal pipe or a broken bottle. Another reason is that there's no guarantee that the guy who brought that knife is going to be able to keep it. If he gets disarmed, now that knife can be used against him. And a knife is a tricky weapon anyway. Usually you have to get close to use it, meaning you have to be ready to grapple. For a thrown knife, if you miss or don't put the guy out of commission right away then you just gave him a weapon to use against you.

“Now, what if they aren't both guys. What if one of them is a girl? Don't get me wrong, a woman can be a tough opponent. Flexibility and speed are something a woman fighter can have going for them. But most men are going to be stronger than a woman, even a woman who is the same size. There are exceptions of course, and I don't want to sound sexist...” Honey stopped when Haruhi held up her hands.

“I think I see what you're getting at. I'm not an Amazon or something. Even facing a guy who was the same size as me, he would probably be a lot stronger than I am. A guy bigger than me, forget it. In a fight I could get overpowered and if I had a knife it could get taken away and used against me. So, no knives.” Haruhi took a deep breath and let it out. “What do you suggest?”

Honey looked relieved, glad she hadn't taken more convincing. “If you're in trouble, your best bet is to escape and get help. And if you have a weapon, it needs to be something that can be used at a distance and one that's less likely to be used against you.”

Haruhi nodded, listening. The conversation was scary, imagining someone getting a hold of her again and trying to hurt her. But she knew it was necessary. She couldn't keep carrying steak-knives up her sleeves, especially if the bad guy would just end up using it to cut her up. She shivered. She tried to think of a weapon that would fit what Honey described but was at a loss. “So, what kind of weapon is it?” She asked.

“A taser.” Mori answered.

Haruhi blinked. Were those even legal if you weren't a policeman? She didn't really know much about them, really. She'd seen them on TV once or twice.

“If you think that's the best choice, I trust your judgment.” Haruhi said, wondering what kind of training was involved in using a taser.

Honey grinned and clapped his hands with delight. “Yay! We''ll show it to you tomorrow, Haru-chan! We got you a pink one, it's so cute!”

Haruhi shook her head. “A pink taser. Well this should be interesting.”

They agreed to start working with Haruhi the next day on taser-training and self-defense. Haruhi shooed them out of her room so she could get ready for bed. Honey gave her a quick hug before stepping into the hall.

“My room is right next door, Haru-chan, and Takashi'll be there too. We'll leave the door open so if you need us we'll be there right away. If you want to lock your door, you just turn the thing here.” He showed her the switch on the knob. “Or you can leave the door open and we will be there in half a second if you have a problem. We'll hear you better if it's open, but you do what you feel most comfortable with.”

Honey hugged her again and hopped off to his room next door.

Mori leaned over and ruffled her hair then patted her head. “No knives, right?” He asked.

Haruhi nodded. Tomorrow they would hook her up with a taser. She would be ok for one night without a weapon. She knew having a knife would just be for comfort anyway, since she'd learned she'd be better off in a fight without one. “Yeah, no knives.”

Mori wrapped her in a hug. It was different from Honey's exuberant cuddles. Mori was just so large, he seemed to wrap around her completely. She could feel the strength in his arms and chest, but it didn't frighten or intimidate her, it made her feel kind of safe. And he was warm too. She leaned into the hug, letting her arms go around him as far as she could reach. She lay her cheek to his chest and listened to the thud of his heart. Mmm, and he smelled good too. It wasn't like cologne, more like whatever soap he used mixed nicely with the clean smell of his shirt. She realized she was sniffing and nuzzling him and pulled away. When she glanced at Mori's face the hint of a blush stained his cheekbones.

“Sorry!” She blurted, embarrassed. “Uh, well, goodnight, Mori-senpai! Thanks for everything, I'll see you in the morning.”

Haruhi ducked into her room and shut the door, leaning against it. “What the hell was that?” She muttered. She shook her head and walked to her bag. She put her clothes in the dresser, setting aside some pajamas. A shower and bed sounded divine.

Haruhi dreamed of the twins. They stood in front of her, naked, and she couldn't tell them apart. They were angry and hurt when she couldn't answer which one was Hikaru.

One twin stepped forward. Haruhi's heart clenched as she noticed the blood running down from the back of his thighs. “How could you not know I'm Hikaru? Can't you tell?” He said as he gestured to the crimson pool spreading under his feet.

His eyes weren't sparkling amber anymore. They were cloudy and dull.

“You let Ito get him, Haruhi.” Kaoru said coldly. “Ito got him and now Hikaru'll bleed to death, and I'm going to be all alone.”

A hulking shadow drew up behind Hikaru. Ito. The man wrapped an arm around Hikaru's waist. “Let's do it again while you are all nice and loosened up, baby.”

Hikaru sagged weakly against him. Haruhi's hands clenched into fists.

“No!” She shouted. “Let him go!”

The man looked at her appraisingly. “You'll take his place? He'll die anyway, you want to die too?”

“I don't care.” She stuttered. “Just let him go.”

Ito shrugged and let Hikaru fall boneless to the floor. “He was too tight at first. Had to cut him to open him up a little.”

Suddenly, Ito was behind her. He pulled her up against him. She felt his hot breath as he whispered in her ear. “Maybe I won't have to cut you, since you're probably loose, little fucking whore.”

Haruhi gasped as she sat up straight in bed. She was sweating and her heart was thundering.

Shit.

She forced her fists to unclench from the blankets as she got her breathing under control. She scooted to the side of the bed and let her feet dangle, rubbing her hands over her face. Well, that had been a fun one. Almost as good as yesterday's. The dream's image of Hikaru, lying limp in his own blood where Ito had dropped him flashed in her mind. He had looked dead. Yeah, maybe this one was worse than yesterday's.

Haruhi cocked her head, and looked to her partially open door, wondering if she'd woken Honey or Mori. It had been hard to leave it open, but she thought it would be better for them to be able to reach her quickly if she was in trouble. She held her breath, listening, but didn't hear anyone stirring in the next room. She sighed and stood up. Maybe she would take Honey up on his offer of sharing a snack. He could have something sweet and she could steal the fruit off the top or something.

Haruhi tiptoed into the hall and peeked into Honey's room. She fought a chuckle, not wanting to wake the men snoring softly on Honey's bed. Mori was on his back, legs spread and one arm flung to the side. The other arm was draped over Honey, who was sprawled face-down over Mori's stomach and chest. She sighed and turned away. She would just raid the kitchen by herself. They looked too comfy to disturb. She tried to shake off her leftover distress from the dream and set off to find the kitchen.

Haruhi had found the kitchen. She had planned on looking for some fruit or crackers. Instead she was standing in front of an open utensil drawer. She pushed a stray ladle with a thick wooden handle to the side, uncovering a small selection of paring knives. She felt cold in the pit of her stomach. She felt afraid.

She knew this wasn't protection here, and couldn't claim it as an excuse. She thought of carrying the knife in her sleeve. The handle was held by the elastic cuff but the blade had been free. Its tip would sometimes catch her skin as she moved, and she didn't stop it. She let it bite her, sometimes even shifting her arm so it would dig deeper. She had tried not to think of what she was doing, telling herself she needed the knife for protection.

That excuse was shot now. If she took that little knife now, she knew she would make herself bleed with it. Not a lot, just a little. Just enough.

Haruhi slammed the drawer shut. Yeah, just enough to completely freak everyone out if they found out about it. And she had no doubt they would figure it out somehow. There was no keeping a secret around these guys. Haruhi leaned against the counter. Honey would probably cry. Wouldn't that just be fucking fabulous, making Honey cry when they were all doing so much for her. After that she might as well just go out and kick some puppies and drown some kittens, cute little fluffy ones.

Haruhi wished she could shake off the dream. She remembered being in the warehouse, while Satou had been playing with her she could still see Hikaru and Kaoru. She'd seen what Ito and the one the others called “boss” had done to the twins until Satou had choked her out. She didn't know how long she'd been out for, she didn't know what had happened in that time. From how Kaoru had still been tied up, it wasn't likely that the boss had put his cock anywhere other than Kaoru's mouth. With Hikaru she didn't know how far Ito had gotten. He was still using Hikaru's mouth before she passed out, not that it had fit there either.

After the rescue, it had been a whirlwind of doctors and nurses at the hospital. Then she had gone with Kyoya and the twins had gone with Tamaki. She hadn't seen or spoken to them since then. She wasn't sure she could face them if she did. Shame burned through her, though she fought it. That wicked voice in the back of her mind saying that things would never had gone so far in the warehouse if she hadn't been a girl in a short sundress. Would they all have just gotten a beating if she were a guy?

Haruhi wandered to the refrigerator, trying to distract herself. She wanted to know how badly Ito had hurt Hikaru, but even if she could face him and talk to him how the hell could she bring it up? “Is your butt, ok?” just didn't roll off the tongue.

She knew part of it was guilt, too. When Satou had taken her she was terrified, but she had seen how big Ito was. She'd been so glad it wasn't Ito that had her. But if Ito didn't have her then that meant he had one of her friends. God, what kind of person was she that she could even indirectly wish that on someone she loved.

Haruhi realized she was standing in the dark with her hand on the refrigerator handle. She tugged it open, maybe grapes or an apple would be good.

If something terrible happened and she had the chance to save her friend from being raped could she sacrifice herself? Would she just be a coward? She knew she would say something if she saw someone threatening to punch someone else. Could she have handled Ito? Would he have broken her?

Haruhi slid open the crisper. There weren't any apples. Instead, there was the biggest cucumber Haruhi had ever seen. She stared at it a moment and then picked it up. The thing was huge. Haruhi shut the crisper and the refrigerator and started looking around the kitchen. Maybe there was something even bigger than the cucumber.

Honey's eyes were cold and intimidating when they cracked open.

“Mitskuni.” Mori said, shaking him again.

Honey sat up and glared at his friend, awake but not happy about it.

“Listen.” Mori said quietly, standing up.

Honey cocked his head. At first he didn't notice anything, but then there it was, a whimper then soft cries.

Honey's eyes widened. “Haru-chan!”

Mori followed Honey to Haruhi's door. It didn't opened when Honey turned the knob. He wasted no time, planting a kick next to the knob. The wood splintered and the door flew open.

Honey and Mori burst in then stopped dead.

Haruhi was similarly frozen as she stared in horror at her friends. She was on her back, laying in the middle of a large rug. She was naked. In her hands was a thick-walled drinking glass she had been struggling to push inside herself. The men's eyes flicked from Haruhi to the things scattered around her. They noticed a freakishly large cucumber with a condom on it, a tall bottle of coffee creamer, a ladle with a thick wooden handle, and a tube of what looked like some sort of lube.

Mori turned and shut the door behind him, fiddling with it until the traumatized lock was able to catch. He turned back to Haruhi.

Haruhi let go of the glass, it hit the rug with a thud.

“Well,” she cleared her throat and put a hand over her eyes, “this is awkward.”

“Haruhi?” Honey said in a small frightened voice. “Is that a bowling pin?”

Definitely awkward.

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