A/N: HEHEHEHE o_o
I'm back. WITH MOAR ZOMBEHS.
This chapter.. Will have Komoru's group.
Again, I am incredibly sorry, but I came back and read your reviews and I swear my heart shattered D:
So here you go, and I'll make it as long as I can, though most chapters won't have all of their sides all in one, so I hope you guys are fine with that. But I've decided to only keep it strictly HOTD and OHSHC with no other cross-overs.
For the record, also, those who have seen the second season of HOTD (I don't even know if it's come it yet?), I wrote and am still writing this without watching it; I wrote this before it even came out so I'm sorry if it's all trippy for ya'll x.x.
Disclaimer: I've missed saying this… But I own nothing c:
Scramble in the DEAD
~Kaoru and Kouta; Day 1~
The younger twin stood there breathless for several moments as his amber eyes grazed over the overwhelming gray mask; he was fucked. No way in hell would he get out, but he somehow found himself smiling. Smiling at the fact that his brother would get away; smiling at the fact that Haruhi would get away too, and it's all because of his own actions which would inevitably lead to his death. That was, at the time, the cold hard truth right there, but Kaoru had accepted it within the few moments after he shoved his brother and the girl he was madly in-love with out the window.
"Take care of her, Hikaru," he barely croaked out as an echo. He was almost laughing, but salty tears were rolling rapidly down his cheeks at the same time, which gave him the appearance of someone who's gone insane as he slowly removed his shoe and began banging it against the wall to draw the zombies' attention away from the window. "I'm sorry that I won't be getting back to you. So you'll have to be mature… Be mature. Don't mess up with her.. Don't rush it.. And just.. Try your best." He knew that Hikaru would never hear him, but he just needed to get that out of his system before his end came.
"MOVE IF YOU DON'T WANNA LOSE YOUR HEAD, KID!" Kaoru was instantly shot out of his thoughts, and instinctively dropped to the floor and shielded the back of his neck with his hands just as bullets and blood pierced the wall behind him. "STAY DOWN!" the voice came again. The voice didn't seem to be of someone who was older, but it was masculine… Maybe another student who was planning to go on a shooting rampage and kept a gun in their locker. What a lovely thought. But the gun shots continued, and Kaoru assumed that the gun was semi-automatic due to the fact that the shots were constant with no real break audible, though he didn't dare to even open his eyes before whoever was there said so; even when a warm liquid that Kaoru assumed to be gore splattered his face, his eyes still remained clenched shut.
"Were you bitten anywhere?" Slowly, Kaoru pried open his golden eyes while wiping some of the blood from his face, but he couldn't believe what he saw; gray bodies piled on top of each other with their blood all in one gigantic puddle- It was large enough for the blood to begin to seep into Kaoru's sock, so he quickly slipped on his shoe and shakily stood up. What the hell jus happened… He asked himself as his jaw tightened. "Did you hear me?" That's right. He rose his eyes and instantly met brown ones; they belonged to a boy who didn't look much older than himself if they weren't the same age. The boy was a chubby one, not that Kaoru was going to go around and scrutinize someone who had just saved his life, especially because the boy had a gun under his arm, and an even larger one strapped around his back with a belt full of ammunition from what Kaoru could see. Sweat and blood had splattered the boys clothing and face, but he seemed to wear it in pride as he stepped over to Kaoru.
"N-No." Kaoru stuttered out. It was pretty obvious that he was still shaken up from everything. "I wasn't."
"Good, because we have to go!" The chubby boy then snatched Kaoru's hand with his sweaty one and began dragging him out of the room. Kaoru let him, because he didn't have any better ideas, but the chubby guy who was leading him began hyperventilating after only running down the hallway which was littered with blood and bodies. "Do you know your way around this school?" the chubby guy panted out as they paused before heading down the staircase.
"Yeah, I do." Kaoru stated calmly as he watched the guy in front of him re-load the intimidating black gun he was holding
"Even the middle school?" The boy glanced back at Kaoru with dangerously serious eyes, and that's when Kaoru noted that the boy had glasses as well, and also noticed the fact that the guy was wearing a different school's uniform in general, not that Kaoru was about to complain.
"Yes, even the middle school," Kaoru repeated as 'they' began to crowd at the bottom of the staircase.
"That's where I need to go, can you get me there?" Kaoru stared at him for a moment, then watched him turn and pick a few of them off.
"Of course, you saved me and I'm Kaoru-" Of course, Kaoru had to be polite when their lives were at stake, but the chubby kid had different ideas.
"No time for that! GO!" Kaoru nodded as he saw the opening at the bottom of the staircase that the guy had given him, then darted down them as the guy who had saved him continued to pick off the zombies.
~Hikaru and Haruhi~
"Something wrong?" The eldest twin looked back towards Haruhi and her large brown eyes that looked so innocent despite their current situation; it was obvious that she had to swallow much of her emotions in order to not hold them back like she almost did back up in the host club.
"No, it's nothing." Hikaru lied again, and it was obvious because he voice was a little shaky as he shook his head. Haruhi frowned up at him, but she sighed and shook her head in disapproval. "Just come on; I should be able to hotwire one of the vehicles in the school garage." Haruhi raised and eyebrow, but didn't feel like questioning his ability to hotwire cars at the time, so she began running after Hikaru who had already began heading for the garage quickly.
"Don't fall behind." Hikaru ordered worriedly as he noticed the young cross-dressing girl beginning to slow down.
"I… I'm fine." she panted as she stopped for a moment, only to nearly keel forwards. Hikaru stopped and stepped over to her and without hesitation, dropped onto one knee and motioned for her to get onto his back seeing as carrying her normally would be virtually impossible with what he assumed to be his broken arm. "I'm not-"
"Please, we have to hurry." Hikaru pleaded. Now it was serious; a Hitachiin twin saying please towards Haruhi? Not your everyday deal. Next thing you know he'll be saying thank you too. The elder Hitachiin brother had a frantic look in his eyes, and Haruhi couldn't deny that, so she hopped up onto his back like he instructed. He cringed slightly as he pulled both of his arms back to support her legs, but continued anyways while ignoring the pain the best he could.
Thankfully they didn't have to go far, because the next thing either of them knew, they met pavement and were standing in front of a set of several open garage doors near the student parking lot; they hadn't encountered any of "them" on the way there, but it looked like someone had because blood splattered the cement and several gray bodies were lying around in the grass. Haruhi jumped down without Hikaru's consent once they reached the pavement, but he didn't complain because his arm was really beginning to bug him and he didn't know how long he could go without showing that.
The two headed for the first open garage, but it happened to be eerily silent, which, in most horror movies would be considered to be a bad sign; then again, neither of them really seemed to care nor notice as they looked around for supplies that may be of use. Hikaru ended up grabbing a steel crowbar that looked about brand new, and Haruhi grabbed a few gallons of gasoline and a set of matches. Hikaru fastened the supplies onto the back of one of the motorcycles using some chains he found lying around, which was a bright yellow, but they'd be the quickest form of transportation.
"Is there anything else that we need?" Hikaru wondered aloud as he kicked over some rusted-over scrap metal, which again, he shouldn't have done.
"Well, there's more gasoline over there, and I found this blowtorch," Haruhi said obediently as she pointed over towards where the door leading into the school was as she held out a red blow torch.
"I think we have enough gasoline for now, but the blowtorch might come in handy so hold on to that while I hotwire this thing." For once, Hikaru was being mature. More mature than he ever had in his life… He knew it's what Kaoru would've wanted; to keep Haruhi happy and live on, but that required being mature- The one thing Hikaru was mastering at an incredible rate. "Now watch my back and yell if you see anything." Haruhi just nodded in response and stood at the back of the motorcycle while constantly looking left, right, and occasionally behind her to see if the dead were starting to notice their presence from the outside.
The hotwiring took several minutes all together, and while Hikaru had done that, a faint banging noise grew audible from the door which was only a few meters away; coincidence? I think not, especially when zombies are rampaging throughout all of Japan if not the world. Haruhi swallowed hard and tapped Hikaru's shoulder just as he got the motorcycle running. He looked up at her and she put a finger to her lips just as he opened his mouth to speak, all while the engine made something of a ka-chunking sound in the background. She then pointed towards the door where the loud sounds were growing more and more louder by the second. Hikaru nodded in understanding.
Slowly, he got up with his oil-covered face and quietly began to step over to the door. Groaning was apparent, there's no doubt about that, but he wasn't prepared for what he was about to see; when he peered through the crack in the door, sure there were a whole army of the dead, but the girl they were shredding to bits was what was getting to him, and who the girl was as well… Same short brown hair and lovely eyes; Kanako, and the color instantly drained from his face. But Hikaru couldn't seem to pull himself away, even as she began to shriek and beg for mercy, though he was pretty sure that she knew that she wouldn't be getting any from such savage beings.
"Hikaru, what's going on?" Haruhi asked softly as she came up next to him. He remained silent as he continued to watch. "Hikaru." Haruhi paused and looked back towards the motorcycle, then at the blowtorch in her hands. "Hikaru!" she whispered harshly into his ear, which snapped him out of it. His mortified gold eyes were wide as they turned towards Haruhi's warm brown, but Haruhi tried to ignore it. "We'll have to time this right, but once they break the door down, I can throw the blowtorch and at least kill a few."
"Y-Yeah, okay," Hikaru stuttered out as he slowly stood up straight and headed towards the motorcycle as if everything were okay. Haruhi frowned yet again. You do know you can tell me what's wrong, idiot. She muttered to herself, but she guessed that anyone who was going through that experience would feel the same, so she sighed and continued to sit behind Hikaru on the motorcycle while wrapping her arms around his abdomen. His whole being was shaking, maybe from the adrenaline, but he was shaking, even if it was obvious that he was trying to hide it.
Hikaru then kicked up the kick-stand and then stood there, waiting. But he didn't have to wait for long. About three seconds after, the door busted open and the dead began to flood in as Haruhi turned the blowtorch on. "GO!" she screamed; well that's a first for her. She couldn't remember the last time she screamed, but she tried not to think about that too much and focused more on waiting for the perfect moment as they darted out of the garage.
She then chucked the blowtorch into the garage and towards the gasoline as she sighed and rested the side her head on Hikaru's back which caused him to stiffen ever so slightly, but Haruhi didn't notice, she was too busy with her thoughts; if the blast didn't kill them, it would at least draw more of them over there, because from what she gathered, they were attracted to sounds.
Haruhi gave out one last sigh and began to slowly shut her eyes. "It'll be okay, Hikaru," she murmured quietly, but they both knew the truth.
~Komoru, Saeko and Rei~
"Where the hell is Haruno?" Takashi yelled over the sound of the groaning dead as he bashed in the head of one of them. Takashi, Saeko and Rei were all currently in the cafeteria of the middle school which they had stumbled into while waiting for Kouta who was supposed to go and find one of Rei's friends who she met there about a year ago on an open house not, and she had refused to go any further without her or him while Miss Shizuka and Takagi held up their temporary base in a local abandoned police station; the exact one that the host club members were planning to meet at.
"I don't know but he's been gone a while," Saeko stated as calmly as ever as she sliced through several zombies at once with her steel blade. "Maybe he-"
"No, he's not dead," Takashi almost snapped as the two bumped into each other, back-to-back, who were eventually joined by Rei who was armed with a Sniper assault rifle. "Kouta's smarter than that." Saeko went silent and left it at that before running into the crowd of the dead while taking out every one that was unfortunate enough to be in her path.
"I hope you're right, Komoru-kun," Rei whispered as she too ran off into the crowd.
~Tamaki, Mitskuni and Takashi~
"You don't think that they'd.. Do it, do you?" Tamaki's face was grim and drained of all color as the through host club members ran throughout the halls of the school while maiming as many of the dead as they could.
"I don't think it's the best time to be thinking about that, Suoh." Huni stated innocently as Mori handed him and Tamaki both broken off pieces from a lose pipe he found along the way.
"Oh God, a threesome would be even worse," Tamaki sobbed miserably, apparently not hearing Mitskuni. "They would take advantage of her like that, I know it!"
"Calm down, Tamaki," Mori said in a blank tone, which caused Tamaki to turn his head towards him with an accusing look. "Sex wouldn't be the first thing on their minds in this situation."
"Takashi's right, you know," Huni added a-matter-of-factly as they stopped near the main stairwell. "They both would give their lives to make sure she's okay, like all of us would."
"I… I guess," Tamaki murmured truthfully. "But I still don't like the-!" They all froze and shut their mouths as they noticed the hoard of zombies on the ground below, but that's not what they were staring at, exactly; a group of two girls and two guys were idiotically trying to make their way through the crowd while armed with only classroom utensils. The three host club members watched as one by one they had gotten captured, followed by their morbid dismemberments. One girl had made it to the door, actually, but the sight of the other girl being beaten to a pulp seemed to paralyze her, which made her completely susceptible to them.
"How about we go out another way…" Tamaki suggested slowly as the other two turned towards him, but he couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from the bloodbath below.
"Probably the best idea," Mitskuni agreed, followed by a grunt from Mori which signified his agreement as well. Tamaki swallowed hard then forced his deep blue eyes to turn away as he began to run; run as far away as he could and as fast as he could. Things were definitely not looking up.
A/N: I'm not sure if I like this chapter or not x.x.
But my writing has changed, at least, I think so. It has been two years, after all.
Did I ever mention I'm looking for a beta?
Yeah, I am.
Well, that's all, and I'll try updating weekly instead of in another two years, I promise.
Hope you all enjoyed!