Don't Ever Leave Us

Okay first off, this chapter is pretty long, and I sincerely apologize if you're the kind of person who likes short chapters, and multiple amounts of them. I promise they will get a little bit shorter. This chapter overall wasn't the most exciting, but it will get better! The long chapter was actually supposed to be only one chapter, but I divided it into two parts. It's now broken into two prologues, with them mostly containing information. Now, This story, when I thought of it, I loved the idea of it. I mean, hidden illness? ;) Anyways, Delilah's character may sound a little spoiled or perfect (Who gets their car paid for them, especially by their parents?) But please continue, she does have faults and fun quirks. I promise that she will be an awesome OC. By the way, this is an OC x All story. All of them will have their own moments with her. Anyways R&R and enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Encounter

The school bell rang, startling almost every student who wasn't paying attention, which was everyone. They all immediately snapped their attention back to the front, forgetting any conversation they may had just been having, while their eyes all watched the teacher. They were waiting anxiously for the essay that would either motivate them to continue on with their studies, or break their spirits entirely.

The paper had been one of the most heavy-weighing assignments of the term, and would take a huge toll on their overall. The teacher who looked like she had been enjoying their nervousness, only laughed before standing up, the papers in her hand.

No one moved, as the teacher walked around the room handing it to them, either muttering an "I'm proud of you." Or "You can do better." The whole room fell quiet, except for the clicking of the teacher's heels or people who had already received there's and were comparing their scores to each other's.

A girl eagerly tapped her fingers on her desk, as the teacher handed a paper to the person in front of her. After offering some encouraging words, the teacher turned to face her panicking form. She only smiled, before gently placing the assignment on her desk, and placing a hand on her shoulder. Their eyes connected briefly as she let go, to face the next student.

The student, slowly flipped over her paper worried with the outcome. She knew it was one of her greatest flaws, her worrying habit, but she couldn't calm herself down about this one. She usually had to take a few breaths, and she'd be fine- for around five minutes until her nerves kicked in again. When she the paper was facing its front, she observed the top.

Her eyes scanned over her decent handwriting, which read her name, 'Delilah H.' as she switched her gaze over to the right, where her teacher's grade was written. Her frown, instantly disappeared into a more relaxed, and mellow smile.

'91%' was written at the top, in her teacher's usual chicken-scratch. After she let her heartbeat-slowdown for a moment, she quietly muttered to herself; "Safe." Delilah only ever accepted ninety's and above, feeling a great feeling of sorry and pity for herself if she didn't. She almost visibly hit herself as she clenched her fist, trying to stop her thoughts from leading to that part of her memories. She would only create attention on herself as it would only lead to crying and the last thing she wanted was to be that girl who cried in class.

"Way to go Asahina-kun! 88%! Best in the class!" Upon hearing this, she turned to see a mob of student's all staring directly at a guy with silver hair. They were laughing and smiling and in a second the nervous and scared atmosphere, returned to its usual happy and carefree one. She silently, folded her paper before discreetly flipping it over, making sure the grade facing down before she put it on top of her binder. She was definitely going to review what went wrong or what she missed later.

After securing the binder under harm, she slowly raised her head, as she unintentionally made eye contact with her teacher. Her teacher only had a sad expression on her face. Del gave her a sincere smile before turning away, a little anxious to leave. She knew in her heart that her teachers cared about her very much, all of them concerned with her health. Always asking questions after class, concerned with her health, and how she's been doing.

She knew she liked her little talks more than she let on, as it let her talk with someone who knew about her, and she could always get everything off her plate. Sure she had her cousin, but she could only see him regularly.

After realizing she had been daydreaming, she quickly tucked a stranded piece of her pale brown hair behind her ear, before tightening the hold on her binder and quickly leaving the room.

Delilah walked down the hallway, avoiding any of the groups of students who were talking about things that didn't involve her, or things that she didn't have an interest for. She quickly rounded a corner, desperately wanting her locker with her pills, when she came face to face with shiny silver hair.

Before Del could react or avoid him, their bodies collided, and suddenly she was on the ground with her head spinning. Her body ached with pain from the unexpected collision. She heard a 'Thud' as her binders hit the floor.

She regretted looking up as she saw dozens of eyes on them. The scarier part was that some were glaring, while others were whispering. Del shifted, pulling her plain sweater into her, before pulling the same brown hair from before, behind her ear. She would never admit it, but whenever she put up her ponytail, Del always made sure that two locks of her hair, on both sides of her face, were stranded. Mainly so she could push them behind her ears. The motion helped her calm down, and it felt better to have something to fiddle with in her most stressful times.

Del was about to grab her binder, when she saw the guy already picking it up. He then turned to her an apologetic smile on his, surprisingly handsome face.

"Sorry." He said, while offering his hand out to her. Delilah took it, while he pulled her back up to her feet. He then handed her, her binder.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry and apology mixed in with his voice. Del knew she probably looked like an idiot standing there without replying, but she honestly didn't know what to say. She never, ever talked to someone at school. Well that statement wasn't exactly true, as some people had talked to her during her first year. She politely pushed them away, silently hinting she didn't want to be friends. After multiple people tried, eventually they all gave up. Del could only assume that word had gotten around, and no one ever talked to her anymore.

"…Yeah. I'm fine." Del spoke uncomfortably, as she shifted the weight between both feet. She glanced her eyes down, at the black and purple binder in her hands. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she didn't see the essay on top. She discreetly gave a quick glance at the floor, looking for the missing assignment.

He must have caught her look as he glanced to the floor too, seeing if he by chance missed something. Del saw his eyes flash, as his eyes landed on the floor, a couple of stapled white papers lying there. Before she could, he then bent over and grabbed it. He was just about to hand it over, her arm waiting when his eyes landed on the top of the page.

His arm retracted as he decided to examine it. She watched as his hazel eyes landed on the top of the page. His face went into instant confusion, as his eyebrows furrowed.

"Mrs. Chan?" He read, as his eyes shifted over the page. That was her teacher… What was weird about that? He asked it like it wasn't physically possible for her to be in that class. Almost everyone had her at one point in their school life, and she was infamous for her chicken scratch writing. After her eyes traveled up to his face, and looked at it for a second, her eyes widened as she inwardly cringed. She wanted to hit herself as she realized who he was. 'He was the guy who everyone thought got the highest mark, in her class. Asahina, was it?'

"…91%" He spoke, as she was awoken from his thoughts. After realizing he was still looking at her paper, a frown on his face, she quickly reached over and snatched it from his hands, their hands brushing for a second. Their eyes connected, his filled with confusion and something else. Was it… Curiosity? Del almost flinched when she saw almost all eyes on them. She visibly shook her head. 'Scary assignment hand back and all attention drawn on me.' What an awful day!

She then quickly turned to face him, surprised that he was still watching her.

"Uh, Sorry. Got to go." And with that, she quickly sped-walk herself all the way to her locker. She quickly twisted the dial. '36…18…0' and with a quiet 'click' the lock swung open, and she quickly opened her door. Del had a plain locker, which held her essentials, a calendar, and one picture of her when she was younger. She didn't make a big fuss over having the prettiest one.

She quickly grabbed her pills which were hidden behind her lunch bag, and her water bottle. She popped the pill into her mouth, after checking to make sure no one was there, before letting the water slide it down her throat. She then grabbed her coat and pulled it over shoulders, grabbing her grey sweaters hood and pulling it over the back of her coat.

Del pulled her ponytail out from beneath her coat before pulling on her winter boots. She then reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Once she read 'No New Messages' she smiled, and clicked the 'music' app. She scrolled through her favourite songs, and smiled once she saw the one she was looking for. Delilah pulled her silver headphones out of her coat pockets before connecting them with her phone. Instantly the designated song started playing, as she put the ear buds into her ears.

Del put her binder into her bag, along with her lunch and quietly zipped it up. She slung it over her back and shut her locker door. She then walked through the hallways, her smile never wavering and her nervous mood completely gone. Del was so lost in the beat of her music, she didn't even see the set of hazel eyes on her.

'And I bleed when I fall down! I'm only Human! And I crash and I break down! You're words in my head, knives in my heart! You build me up and then I fall apart! Cause I'm only Human!'

Del walked over to her car which was parked in the middle of the crowded school. She unlocked the driver's door, and hopped onto her comfy seat, and instantly flicked on the heated seating's button, which her Dad had paid extra for. She put her key in, and twisted it in the ignition. She then reversed, and drove out, her only thought being 'sleeping in tomorrow'. Sleeping was the greatest gift Del could ever receive, especially since almost every weeknight she was usually up to god awful hours studying for some test in a week's time.

After a couple short turns, she was driving into her apartment complex. Del quickly parked her car, and quickly rushed into the building. She pulled out her I.D. card, and swiped it, making the light, green and the door unlock. She rushed up the stairs, as fast as she could in her slush covered boots and eagerly pulled out the key to her room.

Del pushed the door open, swinging her legs into the air, to unsuccessfully flick off her boots. She pouted as she undid the laces, before pulling them both off. Del then jumped ungracefully on her couch and laid there, happy to be at home.

Del didn't want to admit it but she knew that she was tired. She squeezed her hand trying to fight off the urge to fall asleep, as she only wanted to study more. Del eventually gave in when she realized she didn't want to harm, her already broken down body… Or was it that she was too lazy to care? She gave a small smile before pulling out her ponytail and letting her brown hair sprawl across her back. Del nestled herself into the side of the couch, too tired to go any farther.

Her eyes slowly started closing, and for a second Del almost thought she might be able to sleep. She almost laughed at how funny the thought sounded to her.

Her phone's ringtone started blaring as Del immediately shot up. She shook her head, trying to let her vision come back to normal. Once she could see, she immediately glared at her light blue phone, not that it was its fault.

Once Del grabbed it and held the phone in front of her face, flinching once from its intense brightness, and checked the caller's I.D. She sighed in annoyance, when she saw it was her Dad, but never the less she knew she couldn't ignore it.

"Hello?" She asked, as untired as she could manage.

"Del! I've missed you so much! We haven't talked in so long." On the other end, she could imagine her Dad, the great 'Rintarou Hinata' shedding a few tears over not talking to his Daughter, in only a week.

"I've missed you too Dad." Del said, her annoyance fading, and a sincere smiling appearing on her face, it was nice that he cared so much about not talking to her. "How are you?" She could visibly feel his smile from the other end of the phone.

"Great! …" Del thought it was weird. At one moment he was sounding like his usually cheery self, and the next he sounded so… Awkward.

"What's wrong Dad?" She said her smile dropping. She prayed to God, that he was okay. Without her consent, her mind instantly started running through scenes in her favourite books and movies, all of them about the sad scene, where either the Dad didn't live or he was stuck somewhere without contact forever. She visibly shivered.

"Nothing!" He said. Before Del could reply, he continued. "It's just… I need to talk to you." Del almost dropped the phone. Never had done anything like this, and he sounded very serious, like he was nervous about something.

"…Y-yes?" Del replied, doing the best she could to keep the stutter out of her voice. When it didn't work, and her Dad clearly hearing the not so casual way her voice spoke, laughed a hearty laugh.

"No, it's nothing like that. I'm just worried how you'll take the news, that I've called you about today." When Del heard this, she instantly became curious.

"What news?!" Would she like it? Would she hate it? Her thoughts darkened as she prayed that it didn't have anything to do with her M.S.

"… Well… It's hard to say this, Darling, but… I'm in love!" Del almost thought she hadn't heard him correctly. But when he didn't offer any more input on the words he just spoken, her stomach dropped. All of her fatigue vanished.

"What!" Del had no clue what to say. She didn't know even how to reply, as she found herself gaping like a fish. Her Dad had only been three months out of the state, and suddenly he comes home love-sick? Was she in some corny chick flick? Del prayed, that that wasn't the case.

"Well… on my trips I met this beautiful lady." He paused, probably giving her a chance to interrupt, in case she needed to. When Del didn't respond, he took it as a sign to continue.

"She was intelligent, witty, gorgeous and perfect." Del could almost see the spark in his eyes, even through the phone. "After spending two months together, I got this feeling, that no matter what I did, I couldn't shake off. Then after, hanging out with her some more, I finally figured out what it was. It was…" Del braced herself for the word, almost scared of what he was going to say.

"…Love. And the even more crazy thing? She loves me back…" Del winced, knowing no matter how much she could've braced herself for it, the feeling wouldn't change and she still would be shocked.

"…Dad." She muttered plainly. How would he expect her to react? Her Dad seemed to sense the aura through the phone. Del could hear him starting a sentence, but suddenly he stopped himself. Del, knew that he was probably feeling sad about her reaction, so she immediately shook off her feeling of dread, and smiled.

"I'm happy for you, Dad. I'm glad you've gotten over Mom, and have found someone, but I can't help but be sad that I didn't get to meet her before you knew you loved her." It was the kindest way Del could say it. Del wished, she could have met his girlfriend, long before they both figured out both of their feelings for each other. She gripped her shirt tightly, before speaking back into the phone.

"And I want you to know I support you both…" Del whispered. Her Dad, must've been surprised at both of her replies as she could hear him, trying to make a simple sentence and still failing.

"Thank you Del! You don't know how much this means to me!" Del had to stop herself from scolding him through the phone, as he was clearly on his way to tears. She then, thought of another question.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Del asked, as she tied her head. She didn't think he mentioned her name yet. Her Father chuckled at his own ignorance.

"Her name is Miwa Asahina." Asahina… That sounded familiar… Del couldn't shake off the feeling that she had heard that name from somewhere before.

"Well… I can't wait to meet her. Dad is that all you've wanted to talk to me about? I'm sorry, I'm really tired." Del tried her best to stifle a yawn.

"Oh Del, I'm sorry I didn't realize that you were tired, but I still have two more very important things to tell you." Del did her best to not make a noise of annoyance into the phone. She honestly wanted to just turn it off, and chuck it into the wall. If this wasn't an important call, or had all her music, Del couldn't promise she would've refrained.

"Okay… Like what?" Del hoped it was something like meeting his girlfriend soon. She hadn't had a mother figure for most of her life, and hopefully she'd like her. A sudden thought rung in her head, causing her to reply to herself.

"Wait, does she know about me? And my… Yeah." Del knew that sounded lame, but she hoped he didn't tell her yet. Del bet that half of her entire family didn't know about her illness.

"… She does, to both questions. And she desperately wants to meet her knew Step-Daughter." Del predicted her Dad's answer. He had desperately tried to convince her to let him tell the other family members about her illness, but she wouldn't allow it. Del would not be on the pity-train in her family. Only those who were close to her at age thirteen knew.

Before she could respond, the last sentence hit her like a brick to the face. Del's face went into shock.

"Step-Daughter! Dad, what the hell are you talking about?" Del didn't realize that she was now gripping her arm very tightly.

"Yes, Delilah." Del closed her vibrant blue eyes and winced. He only said her full name, when he was dead-serious or upset. "Step-Daughter. Miwa and I are getting… Married."

Del jumped to her feet and instantly started pacing. 'What the absolute Hell!' Is this even fair? Her Dad, one random day, just decides to call her and announce a relationship with someone that she doesn't even know about. And then announce their engaged? Her headache instantly started flaring up.

"Dad… when did you guys get engaged?" Del hoped it was at least longer than a couple months. Her Dad often rushed into things, and Del hoped this wasn't one of them. She could feel his smile from the other end of the phone.

"When I realized I loved her… I proposed, and she agreed. It was around two and a half months." Del couldn't help but acknowledge the love in his voice. She pinched the bridge of her nose, to keep herself from worrying, stressing and scolding him. 'Does any of our family members even know about her?' Del didn't realize she vocalized her thought until he replied.

"Yes they do, not before we were engaged… They know because…" Del was curious. What was so wrong with the end of his sentence that he trailed off?

"They know because." Her Dad repeated. "We're getting married… Tomorrow." Del almost dropped her phone. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Once she felt pain spread through her finger, she grimaced and put the phone back up to her ear.

"Dad! And you don't tell me until the day before? I'm happy for you, and excited for meeting her family and all, but I have a day to get ready!"

"I know and I'm so sorry. I've already sent you an invitation with the details of the place." Del walked over to her laptop, and clicked on it. Once she saw that she had the message she responded.

"I got it." Del replied, her foot tapping against the floor.

"Make sure you print it. We're using it as an I.D. so you can get into the wedding. You've got no idea, how crazy some of your Step-Brother's fans are." Del couldn't feel any anger at this point, her day was already crazy as it was.

"Step-Brother?" She asked with a yawn.

"Step-Brothers." He responded, and Del could hear a mocking tone. What's so funny with having a couple Step-Brothers?

"How many?" Del asked, she was anticipating three or four and was completely caught off guard by his answer.

"Thirteen." Del, couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

"… Um, what?"

"You heard me. You have thirteen Step-Brothers, all of whom you are meeting tomorrow." Del couldn't respond with a straight answer. Her Dad decides to drop this bomb on her, by phone-call? And who ever heard of someone having thirteen sons? Del could only think that whoever Dad's wife is must've really wanted a girl. Before she could respond, Del realized something, her face turning into an expression of terror.

"You haven't told them, have you?!" Del said in panic. If they knew, she wouldn't want to be anywhere near them, anyone she told all pitied her, and did their best to comfort her, not caring if she didn't want them too. Del wasn't going to be on the pity train anymore. She was at her last school, and it was awful. All anyone would talk about was how she was feeling, and how her illness was. It wasn't about the latest book, or the new movie with amazing graphics, it was her illness. Del was thankful for them trying to be kind, and supportive, but overall it was exhausting.

"No. I haven't told them. I decided it was your choice to tell, and the only reason I told Miwa was because she is your new Mother. She has already promised not to tell them." Del did a relieved mental sigh. Her new Mom was starting to sound better and better by the second.

"All right, tell her thank you. Now…" Del could feel her head aching, with all the new information processing through her head. "You have a new lover, you guys are engaged and are getting married tomorrow, plus I have thirteen Step-Brothers. Anything else? I have to go pick out a dress that doesn't make me look ugly, along with a new hairstyle to go with it." Del knew she probably sounded like a child pouting, but she couldn't help it.

"You won't look ugly in anything, and you know it." Del bit her tongue to keep form laughing. "And there's one more thing… One more thing that I doubt you'll like." Del walked over to her kitchen, swinging the fridge door open and grabbing a bottle of water. This conversation had made her thirsty.

"Well, as long as it isn't anything with my M.S. then I'm fine. There isn't anything else that you can surprise me with right?" Del said jokingly. She knew it was supposed to make him feel better, but it was actually a confidence booster for her. What else could make her surprised after today?

"Actually… Miwa and I are going to the Bahamas for our Honeymoon. And if we like it there, we'd like to move there and live there, in a vacation house we've been eyeing." Del smiled upon hearing the news. What was so wrong about that? She was happy he could get some time with his new wife.

"Dad! I'm happy for you! What's so wrong about that?" Del smiled. She then realized the water bottle that was freezing her fore arm, and unscrewed the cap. She lifted the rim of the bottle to her lips, and then let the water run down her thirsty throat.

"… Well, while we're there, you're going to be moving into you're Step-Brother's condo." Del's eyes widened, as she processed the information. The water that was running down her throat instantly got spit out as she yelled.

"What!" Del exclaimed as she dropped the water bottle.

"I know you don't like th-" Del couldn't help but rudely cut him off.

"Of course I don't! Absolutely not! I've managed with everything else, your new wife, the unexpected wedding and the completely abnormal amount of Step-Brothers, but not this." Del didn't want to be rude to her Dad, as he gave her everything she needed to be successful, but why this? Did he think it was a good way for her to bond with them? Did he want her to get use to family? Did he realize she was completely anti-social when it came to anyone except for him and her cousin? These thoughts ran threw her head, as she tried to make a normal sentence, with it even including her promising to make a new friend at school. He beat her to the chase.

"No Del. I know I'm completely surprising you, but I can't leave you alone in your condition." Del was shocked. Her Dad never pitied her, and never made her feel different from anyone else.

"Dad, I have Ethan! He checks up on me all the time. Besides, If you're still concerned I'd bet he'd even let me live with him for a while!" Del was now desperate.

"No Del. He has his own life too."

"Do you even think it's a good idea for me to live with them? I mean don't they have their own lives too?" Her Dad only laughed, instantly making her feel the tiniest bit better.

"I've already met with them all. There all very kind people, with very promising careers ahead of them, and besides they were the ones that offered to take you. We've already decided that this Sunday, you'd be moving in." Del couldn't not be dramatic when she yelled the first thing that came into her mind.

"Does that not send off warning bells to you? Them offering to take me in, thirteen guys to one girl?" If this was a different situation, Del could have guaranteed that she'd be laughing. It was something that would've come out of some rom-com movie that she and her cousin would be snorting at how bad the acting was. Her Dad chuckled.

"If only you'd be this open with other people, besides me and Ethan…" Del could hear her Dad pause in thought. "You should really stop studying for once, and maybe go out and meet someone." Del blushed a light pink at his comment.

"Oh and a couple of them have their own homes. Does that make you feel better?" Her Dad asked in a kind voice. Del laughed, a sincere laugh. Only her Dad would pick at the small things.

"Yes Dad. Now that it's only around eleven to one, it's such a relief. I mean, thirteen to one is unbearable, but eleven-ish just makes it so much bet-"

"Oh, stop!" He said, both of their laughing ringing through the phones. Once it did, the tense air faded away.

"Dad… I can take care of myself ya know." Del whispered, a small smile on her face. "I'm not your little, defenseless girl anymore."

"I know. But your safety is my everything, you know that. I love you." He whispered back. Del could feel his warm brown eyes filled with love.

"I love you too… Now I gotta go. Unexpected wedding tomorrow." Del responded with a teasing voice.

"I know. I'll see you there." He said with a chuckle. Del then slowly dropped the phone from her ear and gave a smile as she ended the hour call. Del gave a small sigh, quickly followed by a giggle.

"Dang you Dad. And I was planning on pouting at the wedding tomorrow. Now I can't, with all my anger gone." She walked over to her closet, as she examined anything that could be worn tomorrow.

Del gave a small 'Tsk' at each dress, as she slid each one along the rack. She wanted something plain, something that didn't draw attention to her. Thankfully most of her clothes were nothing too extravagant. Nothing could be worse than being the center of attention with her new, and old family members who most of them didn't care to know who she was.

As Del walked along in her tiny walk-in closet, she caught ahold of something that instantly brought a smile to her face. The dress her amazing cousin and best friend got her for her birthday. Del instantly pulled out her phone and started texting.

'You going to the wedding? Pretty sure I'm going to be wearing the dress you got me for my birthday. Remind me to hug you when I get there!'

Del reached out and touched the dress, eyeing the colour, which was an icy blue. It was her favourite colour as it was beautiful, and brought out the only beauty in her, which were her eyes. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, and some people had even asked her if they were contacts.

Her cousin definitely knew what she liked, and Del guaranteed that he bought it because of the colour and how simple and plain it looked. Del loved her cousin like a best-friend, and he did the same back. They both weren't popular people, and they both knew what it was like to be lonely during hard times. Del cared for him, and he cared for her back. They were the only people, besides their parents that they let into their lives, and they both treated it like an honour.

The buzzing of her phone brought her out of her day-dreaming.

'Of course. I'm glad and honoured that you're wearing it to such an occasion. I'll be looking for you there, so don't make me wait!'

Del couldn't help but giggle, like she always did when they texted or talked. Del couldn't help but text back right away, something witty that she was sure he'd laugh at.

Her anger at living with thirteen new Brothers, and eagerness to study for the upcoming math test faded as the night drew on.

I hope you enjoyed, I had fun writing this! Please R & R, it always makes my day better!

~Shadow

March 20, 2015