The Duchess {OHSHC}

Chapter 14

"Get in there!"

Kyoya Ootori cringed at the sharp pain that sliced through his tongue as he was pushed to the ground a second time that day, his glasses slipping from his face.

As the heavy door shut behind him, it took the teen a moment to regain his bearings and find his eyewear.

"Kyoya-senpai?"

The lenses were partially cracked by the time he found them, but he wore them anyway in order to look for the familiar voice of the host club's resident female.

Haruhi Fujioka was seated against the far wall of the tiny, windowless room with the rest of the host club surrounding her.

Kyoya could see a few bruises and scratches along her face and arms, but nothing too serious. The same went for Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kouru, all of whom were tied up.

What made Kyoya's heart drop, though, were the other five males in the room.

Alicia's brothers, Damian and Dominic, were slumped against the wall along with Ritsu Kasanoda. All three of them were heavily injured, but concious.

On the floor next to Haruhi, however, were the unconcious forms of two boys, their heads rested protectively in the girl's lap.

"Honey-senpai! Mori-senpai!" Kyoya gasped, spitting out the blood that had welled in his mouth, as well as the tiny blade Alicia had given him.

The small blonde was the most battered of the group- that much Kyoya could tell- but he was still breathing, thank god.

Haruhi's arms were resting over the cousins gently, yet protectively, making Kyoya realize that the commoner was the only one unbound by rope, as well as the only one not gagged.

He understood why she wasn't tied down when he scrambled forward to try and untie his upperclassmen. The thick rope was knotted so tight that their fingers wouldn't be able to do much of anything.

"Kyoya-senpai, how...?" Haruhi trailed off as Kyoya whipped back around in order to grab the knife from the floor and spit out some more blood.

Eyes brightened all around the room at the sight of the tiny blade and Kyoya rushed forward again towards Honey.

"Alicia has a plan- don't ask me what it is, I don't know. All I know is that she kissed me in order to give me this knife and now I'm not even sure if she has any way of defending herself."

With a grunt the raven haired teen managed to saw through one of the ropes surrounding the small boy, then looked up at everyone in the room. "We will get out."

-*-*-*-

My lip gloss was smudged, so I punched a man in the throat.

Alphonse's head whipped around to face the noise of the goon's strangled choking, and his eyes widened in shock at what he saw.

"Beauty is everything, brother." I stated coldly as I reached into my cleavage for the spare tube of lip gloss I always carried. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

My half brother stared at me with a look of disbelief as I applied my lip gloss, then grinned and shook his head. "Father always said you were a little firecracker, sister."

I scowled at him as he turned to a pair of giant French doors and threw them open. "Come. Father is working out on the patio."

With a frozen glare in his direction, I held my head high and flipped a stand of hair over my shoulder before strutting out onto the patio.

I was met with the sight of a giant pool, spanning at least fifty feet long and ten feet wide with a glass wall looking out over the seaside.

Bodyguards in dark suits stood everywhere, but my eyes were stuck on the long blonde figure gliding easily through the pool.

He dived, then shot back up, swimming to the wall in order to vault himself out of the pool.

Vanel Diamond slicked back his shaggy blonde hair and grinned at me as a guard came around and slipped a white dress shirt over his shoulders.

I raised an eyebrow at the man. "This is what you call working?"

Vanel's grin morphed into a wide smile.

"Princess!" He exclaimed, his arms thrown wide. "How's my baby girl?"

I glared at the man I had the utter misfortune to call my father. "Cut the shit, Vanel. I want-"

The words didn't even leave my mouth before a large hand came down on my face in a slap, forcing me to the ground with a yelp of surprised pain.

I began to push myself up, but my head was slammed back down onto the stone floor by a bare foot stepping on my face.

"Ah, ah, ah." Vanel's voice 'tsk'ed as he leaned over and pushed my head further into the ground. "That is no way to talk to your father, now is it?"

I hissed at the pain in my skull and spat out the first words that came to mind.

"Fuck you, bastard!"

Vanel just shook his head again and sighed. "Goodness, what a terrible listener you are."

As soon as the words left his lips, he pulled his foot back and kicked me in the jaw.

I let out a cry as I tumbled away, only to be grabbed roughly by the shoulders and hauled up to meet my father's warm blue eyes.

He was smiling, his shoulders back and relaxed as if he was enjoying the company of an old friend.

This was what I despised about him and what made him so dangerous.

He always looked relaxed and cheerful. You could never tell what he was thinking or feeling.

"Now," he began again, shooting me a lazy smile. "How is it you address your father?"

I snarled, feeling blood drip down the corner of my mouth.

"Damn. Fucking. Bastard. Son of a whore with a bastard child." I hissed with a smirk and a glance to Alphonse.

I saw the anger flare up in my half brother's amber eyes and his nose scrunched up unattractively.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He started forward, but was held back by Vanel.

"Just stand back, Alphonse." He said with a grin, making a show of cracking his knuckles. "Daddy will handle this."

I kept up my signature puckered smirk even as I felt the grip on my arms tighten and watched as my father's fist came down on me.

Only one thought swirled around in my head at this point.

Kyoya, I'm counting on you to get all of my darlings out.