Day One

Meeting Kyoya sempai

I'm in love. I'm just not sure who with. One of the two of the boys in the Ouran High School Host Club. There's the Angel of Darkness and the Angel of Light. I find both of them utterly irresistible. Once I think I've made my choice, I see the other one, and I'm in love all over again.

I never go to the Host Club, though. I found a window to watch them through. I know of the false words that they say to girls, making them feel all warm inside. I'll admit, I want that feeling, but I know that I won't get it until the time is right. Until the person really meant them. That's why I never went to the Host Club. I may go to see Haruhi next week, I haven't talked to her in forever.

Yes, I know of Haruhi. Haruhi and I were childhood friends. I was a commoner once, too. Then, my father, a chemist for the Japanese government, made a breakthrough. He went to press conferences by the dozen. He was in the paper, and all that "getting famous" stuff. So, he's being paid a shit load of money, and then he married my mother, a biologist he met at a press conference, and they had my older brother, Shou Souta, who soon followed my mothers love for biology, and they're all being paid very well.

I went to public school for a while, where I met Haruhi, but for high school, I got thrusted into Ouran. No warning. So, I had to adapt. All the girls flocked to the Host Club where I saw two boys and I instantly fell in love, and I watched them, learning more. I tried Tamaki, one of the two, and he made my heart race, but I knew it wasn't real. He never saw me again, so I don't think he remembers.

I'm in the same classes as Kyoya, so I watched him carefully. Despite my observations of Kyoya, I was one of the top three of the class, right next to Kyoya, and he never even noticed. He was too busy with that goddam club of his.

Now that Haruhi was in debt of the Host Club, I had a reason to see her. I would go along with it, I guess, and just see what Haruhi would say, but I could never convince myself to enter the room. Until... that day.

I'm going to be a doctor one day. I love helping people, and bringing joy to others when I help them. So, I go help at the nurses office a lot. They don't need help, but during spare time, I go. "Demi!" they all greet me happily when I walk in. They're glad to share their knowledge with me.

Little did I know until that moment, my wanting to be a doctor would be the first step into drama, romance, Tamaki sempai and Kyoya sempai. The push and pull of having to chose between them.

There was that last moment I was so innocent, my mind only corrupted with the sadness of knowing that they could never love me. I was on my way home after a long, long study session in the library. I was tired, and I wanted to go home to finish what homework I put off and get a nap in before dinner. My books were all in my arms. I was too lazy to give the extra effort to put them into my backpack.

I heaved a sigh. I couldn't wait to get out of here and go to med school. I was only a second year student, and I still had undergrad school to go to. I may be rich, but I still think like a commoner. Once you are one, that instinct never leaves you. Sometimes I still lay in bed and think about where my next meal will come from. It's pathetic, really, but what can you do?

I didn't even realize that I was near Music Room #3, near Kyoya and Tamaki, when I heard the crash from inside. There was the sound of wood hitting tile, glass shattering, and a metal tray hitting the ground. I gasped, and ran inside, dropping my books, to see if everyone was alright.

Kyoya of all people was laying on the ground. I made it half way to him before I realized who it was. My heart sped up, not knowing what to feel. Kyoya lay there, scowling at a banana peel, a scrape in his his arm, blood trickling from the wound. I panicked, while all the girls and the hosts totally freaked out over Kyoya's arm. "Oh my god." I said, running to the boys side. There was still a shard of glass in his arm.

"Uh-" he said a little unsure of me, without knowing my name and just running up like this was a little rushed.

"I'm a doctor-in-training." I assured him, "Now let me see."

He sat up, and offered me the injured arm. I gently brought his arm a little closer. I warned him of a little pain as I moved his arm, looking for glass still in his arm. There was none other then the shard still looking like it had come from hell itself. It wasn't in too deep, so I'm pretty sure it won't get infected. Just as long as we wash it in time. "So?" he asked after a moment.

"I'll need to pull the glass out so we can get you to the nurses office so I can wash and bandage this." I said, my doctor side taking over. My voice gets flat and stern, and people usually get a little scared. Not Kyoya.

With a calm, smooth voice, he said, "Alright." he got up without my help and started walking. I stood there, stunned at his smoothness, and fearlessness. Just leaving on the fly with a girl he didn't even know. I found him fascinating. "Coming?" he asked. He was at the door, looking back at me.

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

I followed him out of the room. There were a few hallways in what I felt was awkward silence. Kyoya looked beautiful, I thought. Perfect in his cool, quiet own way. Then he said, "I've never seen you around here before, yet you look familiar."

"Oh, I'm the top of my class. Right next to you. Uh, we're in the same class." I said.

"Oh, yes. He said thoughtfully, "Your parents are in the science department."

"Yes."

"I'm aware that you are going to be a doctor, though I can't seem to remember your name."

"Oh, uh, we're here." I said, opening the nurses office door.

No one was there. It was after school, so no one was in there. Awkward. I had Kyoya sit next to a stable table where I could work. I got out the bandages and antibiotic cream, sat around the corner from one of the boys I was trying to choose between. Right when I was about to start, my finger with the antibiotic cream hovering over his cut. "Oh," I restrained foul language, "I forgot. Hold on a moment."

I jumped up, going for the needles. Once I retrieved the needle, I went to the fire, holding it there a moment before running it under water before washing my hands. "What are you doing?" Kyoya asked.

"Hm?" I was getting out the thread, "Oh, I have to search for glass in your arm, then you may need stitches. I just want to be prepared."

"Ah." he said, using his healthy hand to adjust his glasses.

A blush was burning in my cheeks. I warned him of pressure and a little pain as I felt. I did get out two little chips of glass. Kyoya showed a little bit of discomfort as I got them out. Then, I applied the cold cream and he gasped. "Is it stinging?" he nodded, "Good."

He needed two stitches, which he sat through, carefully breathing through it. Still, to keep it clean, I bandaged it. The moment I was done and cleaned up, I backed toward the door little by little. Kyoya stood up and held out his good hand. "Thank you." he said. Carefully, I shook his hand, "May I inquire your name?" he asked, pulling a pen and a small notebook from his pocket.

"Uh, well, if you need any assistance with this," I said, stuttering slightly. I kind of wish he had this effect on me. It was driving me crazy, "Uh, your arm, I mean, just find me."

With that, forgetting to tell him my name, I pulled my hand from his and hurried from the room.

Kyoya watched the girl with no name run away. I guess she was a little nervous, which was weird for a nurse. Maybe it was the shock, being in the same room at all of the hosts. Getting over that, just running in like that, would shock anyone, I suppose. Kyoya knew the effect he had on these girls, yet this one seemed to hide it well.

She blushed, a lot, he noticed, but there were no obvious signs that she was effected by him. He headed back to the club room, his hands in his pockets, trying to recall the girls name. For some reason, he just couldn't remember it. If he couldn't remember by the day after tomorrow, then he'd look it up. It was right on the tip of his tongue. It wasn't like him to forget names like this. Sigh. If only he could remember.

When he reentered the room, he was surrounded by worried girls. He calmly reassured them that he was alright, and his cut would be healed in no time. The nurse was very kind. He noticed Haruhi mindlessly stirring a cup of instant coffee. He went and sat next to her. "I think it's done now." I said, not looking up from my book, going through past clients, looking for someone who'd only been here once.

"Hm? Oh, yeah." Haruhi stopped, but her mind didn't come home from what ever planet she was on.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. It's just... I saw someone today who I thought I'd never see again."

"Who's that?" his eyes shifted over to the short girl next to him.

"An old friend." Haruhi cracked a smile. No name was exchanged. This girl was still a temporary mystery.

Now... for next weeks theme.

(A.N. Should I continue?)