Author's notes: Well...can't really remember why I wanted to write this story but I know I want to make this story a comedy full of bad luck. So basically I just couldn't resist picking on Kyoya one more time. He's just so fun to mess with!
Disclaimer: By the way I don't own him (...or do I...just kidding), just own rights to the idea.
Kyoya's Bad Day
"It's been a while since I last had a whole day away from the others," Kyoya Ootori thought to himself as he slumped down into a green arm chair. However, after a few minutes of silence, he lets out a loud sigh of boredom,and thrusts himself out of the chair, grabbed his dark blue jacket and headed out the door. Not wanting to take a car, he walked down to the park, where he sat on a bench, completely bored. "I can't even enjoy an entire day without them," he said and lays his head into his hands and leans forward.
"Puurrrrrrr." Kyoya looked up from his hands to see a black cat rubbing against his leg. Before leaning down and rubbing the cat's head, he looked it over. The cat purred even louder as Kyoya scratched him behind the ear until, for some unknown reason, it tensed up and ran away. Now that his attention grabber wasn't there anymore he sighed with boredom again. But before he could slip into complete boredom, a crazy woman with short blonde hair, glazed over brown eyes, and a long sharp knife came up behind him.
Right when she was about to swing, Kyoya jumped from his seat, dodging her attack. Instead of splitting him in two, she turned the bench into halves. "W-what-," he tried to say but the lady started swinging at him again. He grabbed a plank of wood that use to be apart of the bench as a makeshift shield. When she swung the the knife for his neck, he hit the floor. Due to the big opening her swing left, he used the end of the wood plank as makeshift sword and thrusted it into her stomach.
"Uhg!" she grunted. She staggered a bit before she fell to her knees, cradling her stomach as she did so. Kyoya took the chance to get away. He ran for almost a mile when he finally allowed himself to slow down.
"This should be good enough," he murmured through heavy pants as he draped himself on the white brick wall trying to catch his breath. Just when he had finally caught his breath a little old lady came up to him.
"Hello there young man," she said with a quiet shaky voice, "Could you help me with something?" Kyoya nodded with response and followed the old lady. She led him to an old broke down house that had a black aura to it.
"Is this safe?" Kyoya asked with his usual calculative tone as he sized up the house's structural condition. The old woman gave him and encouraging nudge. She lets him in through the gates and then into the house, where she led him into what seemed to be a living room.
"I"ll be back with tea," she says and disappears. Kyoya took a seat on the green couch that was in the room.
"Ah!" he yelled when the couch sucked him in. He was stuck in the couch. The only thing you could see was half his torso and his knees and up. His facial expression was purely irritation beyond reckoning.
Hope you guy'll stay with me to the end. Trust me it'll get funnier and buzzar. I havre friends and family that will vouch for me so, for now to be continued...
