His Hostess (Kyoya x Reader) OHSHC

Ding bling ring.

Ah shit, I'm still currently running away from Kyoya. I think I lost Tamaki I don't hear any annoying whining.

"(f/n)~!"

Yeah, I spoke too soon. Wait I the amazing L is never supposed to run from Kira, but now I am. I just realized something, Next week is going to be Thanks Giving break. Thank the creator of anime, I don't have to stress over school work or getting up super early in the morning. Well, I really never stressed over schoolwork, but still. I don't have to stress over idiots! There you go that sounds better.

I ran up to an alley sitting on a crate, I know horrible idea, but I've run so much I don't even think I'm at the safe part of town, more like the dangerous part. I'm not even sure if I lost Tamaki or not, a few minutes ago I still heard his voice, but now this part of town is so quiet you can hear the clock ticking and a few cars also.

I walked out of the alley and began walking. It's only dead streets and flickering lights from stores, there's a nice little cafe, but I need to get going home now. I shoved my hands in my pockets and began walking, observing my surroundings. There's a strong smell of Weed and a bunch of men talking near a building. God the smell of Weed, it's horrible it's just blah.

Anyways I'm going to casually pass by the men, not sensing anything. I pulled over my hoodie and passed by them until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Ah shit

I glanced over at the hand with a glare that will send anyone to death. I looked up and saw a guy with all white hair and red eyes he was about 6 ft. tall. "Interested?" He said I cocked an eyebrow. "In what exactly?" I said staring at him cautiously. "You know, You seem like a bit of a smoker so..." He mumbled the last two words and pulled out a bag of drugs.

"No thank you, I don't have any money on me." Haha just kidding I do. His face expression went kind of like a please-buy- one I guess? "Please ma'am! I need money, Or he'll kill me!" He shouted getting the other three men's attention. "I apologize, but I don't have anything." I said and began to walk away. He then got both of my shoulders with a tight grip, "P-please or else." He mumbled under shaky breath.

I scrunched up my nose in disgust, he only smelled like alcohol. "Or else what?" I crossed my arms, I'll test him to see how far he goes. He only pulled out a gun, my eyes widened a bit, but quickly narrowed. The gun was a 44 magnum, I used to own one well I still do, but I've only used it about twice.

He then aimed the gun at my face, "O-or this!" He shouted the other three guys ran off for their life's. I only let out a huge sigh of annoyance "I don't think so." I grabbed a switchblade out of my jacket sleeve and stabbed him in the stomach. It took him a while to register because after five seconds of stabbing him he only held onto his chest and kept on yelling 'Shit.'

I guess this is my signal to run.

I began running away from the man going to different directions, my heart froze a bit when I heard a gun going off, but I still ran.

**

So I called Thomas, he was actually a bit surprised at the condition I was found in, but didn't bother to say anything.

Well, in the end, I was laying down on my bed staring at the ceiling, nothing else. A little 'ding' was heard, indicating I got a message.

*Unknown Number*: I'm Sorry.