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Without further ado, here's chapter two.
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"I'm back, baby!"
Mori rolled his eyes at his sister's theatrics, although he felt a small amount of amusement at them. He glanced down at her in her wheelchair as he pushed Amaya further into the school's grounds.
"It's only been a month, calm down." He said softly but he gave her a little smile. The kind only those who knew him well would be able to notice.
Amaya grinned impishly at him. "But I'm outside now, Takashi, outside. You know, the place you and our parents refused to let me go since I got out of the hospital. Shocking as this may sound I have actually missed school."
"Wow, Ama-chan, you must have gotten really bored being cooped up in your house all this time." Honey noted from her side. As Mori was currently predisposed with wheeling her around Honey had given up his usual spot atop his cousin's shoulders. He didn't mind much though.
Amaya glanced at Takashi with a small amount of hesitation in her brown eyes, not wanting to offend him. She chose her words carefully.
"Well, I wouldn't say I was bored so much as I was...restless. I haven't been allowed exercise since the 'accident'." She said the last word with inflection, drawing their attention back to the cover story about her injuries. She had been harmed saving Yoshio Ootori from a particularly nasty bunch of kidnappers, the entire event leaving her with a severely broken leg and three cracked ribs. However, that story had not been released to the general public, the Ootori patriarch quickly spinning the occurrence as a bad car crash that resulted in her afflictions and the death of one of his bodyguards. Frankly Amaya didn't mind the lie, she didn't do what she did for fame. She did it because that's what Morinozukas do.
"For good reason." Mori muttered. Amaya pouted at him and let out a slight huff.
"Not really, you know my ribs are doing pretty good...and I have crutches now..."
"No." Mori replied curtly.
"But Takashi!" Amaya complained, mocking him a little.
"No." He repeated blankly.
Amaya scrunched her face up in annoyance and folded her arms across her chest.
"Fine, spoil sport." She mumbled causing Honey to giggle.
"Why so glum, Amaya? I would have thought you would be rather excitable this morning, after all you seemed very eager to be returning to Ouran yesterday." A new voice asked, its speaker leaning gently on a pillar as the trio approached the front door. His glasses flashed as he pushed them smoothly up his nose.
Amaya smirked when she saw him. "Perhaps that was only what you deluded yourself into believing, tell me Ootori, how hard has it been without me here to brighten your day?" She asked her boyfriend lightly.
Boyfriend, I am dating Kyoya Ootori, a month in and it was still an unusual thing to refer to him as, she thought.
Kyoya chuckled lightly. "I think in your new ensemble you would brighten anyone's day."
Amaya's cheeks turned faintly pink as she glimpsed down to the yellow bombshell she had been forced to wear. The female Ouran uniform really was vomit inducing.
She used to wear the boy's uniform, unfortunately, due to a combination of a dress providing easier access to her leg injury and better air circulation, not to mention her mother's indignation that her daughter had been flaunting the school's rules, she had been forced into the lemon puffball.
Also, not that she would confess it under torture, part of her had to admit it was a lot simpler to put on the dress instead of trousers over her bandaged foot and calf.
"Watch it Ootori, I'm only confined to this chair for so long."
"Trust me, I am perfectly aware of how long you will be in that chair." He told her with a grin, the hidden message not lost on the blonde. Nor her brother.
Mori made an irritated noise and the smirking couple glanced at him as though they had only realised that him and Honey were still there, the latter wondering why Mori suddenly looked angry.
"You need to go to class." He practically ordered her, his voice calm as ever but there was tension in his shoulders. Amaya studied him and her eyes narrowed in irritation.
"So do you. And your class room is on the other side of the school. Go, I can get myself to class." She stated, already beginning to push the wheels. Mori's eyebrows raised minutely. He knew he had annoyed her.
"No, the doctor told you not to exert yourself." He said, attempting to take control of her wheel chair again. Amaya's jaw tightened.
"I'll be fine Takashi, I'm not going to break on the way to class." She said tiredly.
"I'll bring her, Mori-senpai. You and Honey-senpai should make your way to class, my room is much closer than yours to hers." Kyoya offered, stepping forward.
"That makes sense, right Taka-chan?" Honey said brightly, slyly giving Mori a warning look. The tall boy was normally quite level headed but when it came to his family he had a tendency to be overprotective, and his sixteen year old baby sister was no exception.
His jaw shifted as he gave Kyoya a cold stare before loosening his grip on the handlebars and took a step back.
"Yeah." He agreed.
"See you later, Taka-kun. Bye squirt." Amaya said bidding the two farewell.
"Bye Ama-chan, bye Kyo-chan, will see you at the club later, okay?" Honey called back, already on Mori's shoulders as they made their way to class. Kyoya and Amaya watched them leave for a moment or two before Kyoya started to bring them both into the school building towards her classroom.
"Well, that was a little gruffer than I had hoped for." He said simply.
AMaya sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Yes, seems I'm going to have to another chat with brother dear about his over protectiveness. It's getting rather tiresome."
"I imagine it is to be expected. He did almost lose you and on behalf of my father no less."
"That was my decision and I would have acted accordingly regardless of whether it was your father or not. No offense to Yoshio. How is he, by the way, I haven't heard from him in a while." Amaya asked.
Kyoya chuckled at the fact that Amaya 'heard' from his father, a man who, by no stretch of the imagination, could be called frigid at the best of times. But then when you save a man's life it does have a tendency to make him warm to you.
"He is fine, I believe. He is as busy as he always is, so no doubt he does not have time for frivolous conversation." Kyoya teased.
Amaya gave him a flirtatious half smile. "Trust me, love, no conversation with me is frivolous. I always know exactly what I'm saying." She winked at him and he smirked.
"Careful, what happened to keeping our relationship somewhat discreet." He muttered, leaning down to speak into her ear.
She chuckled at him, inclining her head towards his face so her breath brushed against his cheek. "Don't worry, darling, I have a bit of a reputation for giving out winks. No one will think twice if I present you with one."
"Is that supposed to make me feel more secure?" He asked sarcastically.
"No, but the reminder that you are the only one I give certain other gifts is." She whispered seductively, letting each vowel drip with implication. Before he could straighten she kissed him swiftly on his cheekbone. He abruptly stood up and looked down the bridge of his nose at her.
"Minx." He accused, causing her to smile widely once more. They made the rest of the journey to her classroom, lengthened by her inability to use stairs, in a comfortable silence. Once they arrived outside the door Kyoya glanced up and down the hallway, confirming that there was no one else present.
Quickly he moved to stand in front of her and crouched down. She smirked at him as he leaned slowly in, waiting for her to close her large chocolate eyes. As their breaths began to mingle she shut them, her lips puckering slightly in expectation.
Only to feel a swift kiss to her forehead. Her brow furrowed in confusion and her lids snapped open. Kyoya gave her a smug grin as he rapped his knuckles against the classroom door.
"Tease." Amaya growled.
"Payback." He retorted simply just before the door swung open, revealing Amaya's sensei.
"Ah hello sensei, I apologise for the delay, I have brought Morinozuka Amaya here, unfortunately she is currently in a rather grievous state, so I hope you will forgive her tardiness. Would you be so kind as to hold the door whilst I wheel her in?"
The sensei nodded at the polite black haired beauty. "Of course, come Miss Morinozuka, I'm glad to see you have returned to us."
Kyoya turned back to Amaya and gave her a mocking wink.
I'm going to kill him, she thought menacingly.
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"Amaya!" Two voices called in unison and she felt herself engulfed by two sets of arms. Class had ended for lunch, giving these two demons a chance to have their fun.
"Hello my little devils, miss me?" Amaya asked.
"Of course we did..." Hikaru muttered evilly in her left ear.
"...We haven't gotten to see anyone rile up Kyoya in ages!" Kaoru finished at her right.
"Glad to know what I mean to you two doppelgangers. " Amaya said amused.
"Well I actually missed you, Amaya, these idiots have been driving me crazy." Haruhi told her, coming over to sit on her desk.
"Thank you Haruhi, at least someone appreciates me." Amaya glared at each of the red heads in turn. They pouted.
"We do appreciate you Amaya." Hikaru told her, put out.
"Yeah, in fact, to show you just how much we appreciate you..." Kaoru's voice grew dark and Amaya suddenly felt a twinge of apprehension.
"...how about we help you..." Hikaru continued before they finished together,
"Get to the cafeteria!"
"What?! Oh hell no- Ah!" Amaya shrieked as each of the twins took a handlebar and began to sprint their way to the cafeteria.
"Haruhi! Save me!" Amaya screamed, fake horror on her face.
"How?" Haruhi asked, not overly concerned.
"I don't know, just. Oh screw it, Faster, demons, faster!" Amaya demanded causing her drivers to laugh manically as they complied. Haruhi buried her face in her palm before running after them. They reached the cafeteria doors in no time, stopping with a screech.
Haruhi doubled over when she reached them, breathing heavily. Amaya snickered at her.
"A little out of shape there, Haruhi?" She teased. Haruhi held up a finger while she gasped in a few more quick gulps of air.
"Let's. Not. Do. That. Again." She spluttered, when she finally straightened.
"Aw, you're no fun!" The twins chimed. Haruhi raised an eyebrow at them and they quickly leaped at her, capturing her in a hug.
"Oh, did we offend you Haruhi?" They pressed their faces on either side of hers.
"We're really sorry. How can we make it up to you?" They told her inclining their lips against her temples.
"How about by letting go of me?" She yelled, knocking them both swiftly away from her, knocking them both to the ground.
"Shall we go to lunch, Haruhi?" Amaya inclined her head towards the door.
"Yes, lets." Haruhi replied, pushing Amaya into the cafeteria.
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That afternoon, as they left class for the day, Amaya spotted a poster on one of the walls. It was an advertisement for Valentine's day chocolates.
"Oh, yeah that's coming up, isn't it?" Amaya noted, gesturing to the colourfully illustrated page.
"Yup, two weeks from today." Hikaru responded lazily.
"You guys going to be doing anything big for it in the club?" She asked.
The three hosts exchanged a look of uncertainty.
"We're not sure." Kaoru answered.
"I'm sure the boss has something organised." Hikaru amended.
"We can ask him at the club meeting, seeing how we're not open for guests today because of your return, Amaya."
"You guys didn't have to close down on my behalf. That can't be good for your profits."
Haruhi laughed. "Considering your dating the only one that actually worries about profits I think you'll be fine."
"I suppose you are right." Amaya chuckled.
"Now that Amaya has mentioned it, what do you think the King is going to do for Valentines?" Kaoru mused.
"Don't worry, with something like this, I say the boss has it planned out to a T." Hikaru stated confidently.
