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Recover	By : ramblingrobin Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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
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Ch 7

Haruhi was sitting at the breakfast nook near the kitchen when she spotted Kyoya the next afternoon. It was her favorite place to eat in the mansion. It was cozy and smaller than most of the opulent expansive rooms. Some of them left her feeling exposed. She put down the biscuit she'd been nibbling as she saw Kyoya angrily snap his phone shut and glare at it a moment before noticing her. He forced his face into calm pleasantness as he approached.

“Is everything alright, Senpai?” She asked.

He paused and adjusted his glasses, “I'm very sorry, Haruhi.” He sat down across from her. “Apparently, one of Casanoda's teams just missed Satou last night. Some squatters identified him as having recently stayed in their building. He's gone now and it seems unlikely he'll return there. They thought they had him.” Kyoya laid his long-fingered hand over her small one. “No one has ever evaded my family's police for so long. Casanoda says the same of his men. He's sure to be caught, it's just a matter of when.”

Haruhi shook her head. Everyday had been the same, the same conversation with minor variations. “I know, Kyoya-senpai. Thank you so much for all you've done for me. I know your people and Casanoda-san's have important work they could be doing.”

Kyoya's face hardened. “This work is important, Haruhi. I don't want you worrying about that. If you can't think that way for yourself, remember that he had a hand in kidnapping not just you, but Hikaru and Kaoru as well. He holds responsibility for what happened to them.”

Haruhi straightened. “I... I hadn't thought of that.”

Kyoya nodded. “Let's not speak of it, again. We have enough people to take care of finding Satou and still have officers to spare for all the other needs of the family and our companies.”

Haruhi nodded and felt some of her guilt ease. She reached for her coffee cup. As her wrist bumped the saucer it made an odd noise, like the porcelain had been stuck by something hard. Kyoya's eyes narrowed and Haruhi tried to pull her hand to her lap. Kyoya was faster, though, and he caught her hand.

He turned it palm up. “You know, I've been trying to work out how to ask you about something.” He tugged her sleeve up showing the small wood handle there. He carefully pushed her sleeve further, exposing the gleaming silver blade. “Some of the kitchen staff is becoming concerned about the kitchen knives that seem to keep disappearing.” Kyoya set the blade aside and gently ran his thumb over the angry-looking scratches the knife point had inadvertently caused as it had ridden around in Haruhi's sleeve. “I thought I should ask you about it before I had the new maid sacked.”

Haruhi sighed softly and looked away from Kyoya.

His eyebrow lifted as the silence stretched. “We can certainly get more utensils, Haruhi, but is this wise?” His fingers traced a long scratch and she winced, more from embarrassment than pain. “If you tripped? If someone bumped you? I don't want to rush you or any of the staff to the clinic for stitches.”

She sat back and tucked her hands in her lap. “I know, Senpai.” She shook her head. “I shouldn't have taken them.”

“Just out of curiosity, there's one knife. Where are the others?” His voice was without judgment or anger.

Haruhi blew out a breath and leaned forward like she was sharing a secret. Kyoya couldn't help but mirror her.

“There is a small paring knife in my waistband. There are larger knives in some spots where I like to spend time. One is in the plant with the big pot in the library. Two are on the sun patio. One is stuck behind that little weird statue, the other is under the cushion of the chair next to the lavender. There are two in my bathroom and one under the couch in my room.” Haruhi said quietly.

She tugged her sleeve back into place and the two were quiet a moment.

“Haruhi,” Kyoya said gently, “and the cleaver?”

Haruhi bit her lip and her eyes darted down then back up. It took her a moment to answer. “Between the mattress and the springs of my bed.”

Kyoya sat back. “I had hoped at least the cleaver was the maid's doing.” He shook his head and stood, palming the knife. He held out his hand until she took it and stood.

“Show me.” He said.

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Later, all the knives and even the cleaver had been quietly returned to the kitchen. Kyoya sat on the couch that had recently hidden a knife. Haruhi sat stiffly next to him until he suddenly tugged her arm, pulling her to lean against him. She wriggled into a more comfortable position and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Do you not feel safe here, Haruhi?” Kyoya asked gently.

Haruhi shook her head. “It's not that, Senpai. It's just...” She shook her head again.

Kyoya waited patiently until she continued.

“I don't feel safe anywhere. I was starting to feel like I couldn't leave my room, like I was trapped. I've been depending on so many people to keep me safe, but I don't even know them and they don't know me.” She raised a hand to stop him when he was about to speak. “I'm sure they are good people and all well-trained. I'm sure they'd do everything they need to for security. But I couldn't stop wanting to hide in here and bar the door.”

Her hands closed into fists. “And it made me so angry. He's not even here but how he would like to see me frozen, hiding like a rabbit.” Her gaze became distant. “He said that, you know. That he liked how scared I looked. Like a bunny right before the dog gets it.” Haruhi shivered but looked at Kyoya again. “Well, fuck that. I'm not going to hide under my bed and hold my breath, waiting for something to get me. That night at supper there was a knife out, I don't even remember what it was for. I took it and kept it with me. I made myself go outside for the first time after that. I went to that sun porch that looked so inviting but I'd been too afraid.” She laid her head back on his shoulder. “Then I hid some, just in case.”

Kyoya stroked Haruhi's soft hair. They sat like that, quietly for a while. Then Kyoya asked, “Haruhi, do you know how to fight with a knife?”

“Well, not really. It seems self-explanatory. You use the pointy end on the bad guy.” She lifted a hand, closed it into a fist, and jerked it up and down. “Stabby, stabby.”

Kyoya blinked at her a moment before snapping open his phone and punching a button. “Are you trained in the Tanto?” He listened. “Because Haruhi has been running around my home with steak knives in her pockets.” He paused again then looked at Haruhi. “I haven't worked with the Kaiken. If you believe it's more appropriate I'm sure that would be fine. Is that something you would be comfortable with?” He listened again. “That would be up to her. I'm prepared to deal with them if necessary. I'll find out what she wants to do and get back to you.” He snapped his phone shut and turned to Haruhi.

Haruhi looked uncomfortable. “Well, that was cryptic. What's up , Senpai?”

“We have two problems. One is that my family will be returning the day after tomorrow. You're welcome to stay. That would mean explanations to my father. Some general explanations have already been needed to justify the hunt for Satou. Your name and situation weren't mentioned. He would need to know those things if you continued to stay.”

Haruhi nodded. “Maybe it's time I went home. I can't keep imposing on you and your family. It's not right. Besides, Dad must be getting concerned, I've been gone this long.” She paled as she thought of what it would mean to go home but shook it off. “I'm sure Satou is too busy running to waste time bothering me and my dad.”

“There's another option,” Kyoya said. “It would also help with our second problem of you likely getting yourself maimed or worse by using 'stabby, stabby' as your only defense. Without at least a little training you're going to be quickly disarmed and have your blade used against you.” Kyoya leaned his head back. “Honey and Takashi have asked you to come and stay with them, if you wish. They have plenty of room and their family wouldn't demand explanations as to your presence. While you're there, they could train you enough with blades so you don't cut your own head off in a fight.” Kyoya tucked Haruhi back under his arm. “Think about it and decide what you wish to do. My family won't be back tomorrow, we have a little time.”

Haruhi let out a sigh. All of this left her uncomfortable and unsure. She ached for that fuzzy numbness Kyoya had given her the day before. Even after she had lost her numbness she had still felt better. The fear and anxiety was still there, but manageable. Could she ask him again? She blushed. Would he want to?

Kyoya tipped her chin up to look into her deep chocolate eyes. “You seem to be thinking awfully hard, Haruhi.”

Haruhi bit her lip and mustered her courage. She rested her hand on his knee and slowly slid it up his thigh. Kyoya's breath stuttered when she reached his crotch. “Was there something you wanted, Miss Fujioka?”

Haruhi nodded. “Yes.”

“We can stay here in your room and I can take you thoroughly and carefully until you're exhausted and satisfied.” Kyoya smiled at Haruhi's frown. “Or, we can go to my room where I've found some things I could use on you that will leave welts on your ass before I fuck you until you collapse.”

Haruhi's thighs squeezed together as she sighed.

Kyoya laid a gentle kiss on Haruhi's temple. “So, what would you prefer, my room or yours?”

“Yours.” Haruhi whispered.

Kyoya stood, pulling her with him. “I had a feeling you were going to say that.”

As they left her room Haruhi didn't think about not having a knife with her. She had Kyoya and she knew that she wouldn't be hurt except in those ways that she wanted.

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