Damn, that hurts. What happened? Ten more minutes of sleep couldn't possibly be too bad.

I can hear Tamaki wailing again. I can't believe I'm related to him. To say he's my older brother, we don't look much alike. We have the same eye colour and are relatively skinny, but I'm a natural redhead and have skin as white as paper, meanwhile, Tamaki has golden blond locks and is slightly tanned.

The last thing I remember is walking through the streets of Izu Peninsula, before we were to head to Shirahama Beach, with Haruhi. My left arm really hurts and I have a major headache. As if to make things worse, Tamaki's squawks become even louder and the monotone voice of Kyoya Ootori joins the party. "Maya's been in a minor accident, Tamaki she needs to rest," I have?

"Does that mean I can't worry about her!?" Tamaki cries glumly. His loud voice is really hurting my head, if I open my eyes now, he'd almost definitely just become louder.

"No, it means you'd be best to keep quiet and leave until she wakes up." Kyoya mutters. I hear Tamaki sniffle before he exits the room, the door banging shut.

After, what I assume to be, five minutes of silence, I open my eyes slowly. Luckily the curtains are drawn shut, leaving the room in dim light. I'm startled by the sight of Kyoya silently reading beside my bed. His eyes snap up towards my own and I gasp in slight fear.

"I'm glad to see you're awake. You were in quite an accident earlier today, you definitely scared everyone."

"What happened?" I murmur.

"You very foolishly stepped into the road, right in front of a moving car. Luckily, it wasn't fast enough to kill you. However, there is a rather painful looking bruise all the way up your left arm and a slight bump on your forehead. Nothing that won't heal." He shrugs his shoulder as he steps up from the chair he had been sitting up. I look up at him as he goes to turn around.

"Wait!" I half whisper/yell.

"Yes?" He says, turning to me for a moment, his right hand wrapped around the door handle.

"Don't tell Tamaki yet, my head's killing." A small smirk plays at his lips before he sits beside me.

"We were all very concerned."

"They were, I doubt you cared." I mutter angrily. I've never liked Kyoya, he angers me.

"Of course I cared, I'm not as heartless as you think."

"Don't humour me. You hate me as much as I hate you."

"I don't hate you." I stare at him in confusion.

"What do you mean, of course you hate me."

"I really don't." I don't know why but this really made me angry. I look at him with a glare that would have scared a heart of stone.

"Don't lie to me! You've hated me since the day we met!" I struggle to push myself up into a sitting position but don't give up, staring the devil of a boy in the eyes.

"If you raise your voice, Tamaki will come. And I've never hated you, you're frustrating at times yes, but I don't hate you." I can't stop myself, I begin to cry in confusion. But I don't care, he's not making sense.

Kyoya sighs in frustration but I don't look at him. If I look up it'll just be worse. My cries worsen when the bed I'm laid on dips and an arm wraps around my waist, carefully avoiding my bruised arm. He hushes me and holds me close. "You've been through a lot today, calm down." I turn towards him and gently wrap my arms around his shoulders and crying into them. After some moving around, I find myself sat on his lap and crying into his shirt in both physical and emotional pain.

Slowly, my tears subdue and I look up at Kyoya. "I'm sorry." I whimper as I go to pull away. His grip tightens very slightly and his arms snake even more around me, leaving us at a very close proximity. His head dips down and he rests his head on top of my own.

"It's okay. We both needed this as much as the other." I mull the words over in my head and pull away to look at him.

"Why, what's wrong?" He pulls me back to him and sighs as he holds onto me tightly. Before he could reply, I hear the door open and Tamaki's crying voice.

"Kyoya I'll be-" His voice stops short as he looks over the two of us in horror and anger.

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