Kimi ga Kureta Mono 10 years after

by InuYashaOuranKyoFan

The polar opposite of the comedy "Ato ni Houkago Tea Time", this story will create the feels like never before. It is 10 years after graduating highschool and all of the girls have gone their seperate ways. But is this how they want it to be? Will their inner self-loathing finally give in to reason to reunite the band, and fulfill their dream of making it to Budokan? NOPE

2. Emergency Contact

Nakano

My phone rings and I look at the screen to see an unfamiliar number. I furrow my brow and put the phone to my ear,

"Hello?"

"Ah, yes. Is this Nakano Azusa?"

"This is she. And who is this?"

"This is Sakura Hospital. It seems that, um... A friend of yours has gotten into an accident."

A friend? I don't have any friends...

"Are you sure you have the right number?" I ask.

"You are Nakano Azusa, correct?"

"Yes."

"Well, you were the emergency contact on the victim—er, patient's phone."

I note the fact that she said 'were' and 'victim'.

"Ok... So who is this person that got into an accident?"

Oh no, I hope it isn't mom!

"It seems that... It is a woman named Hirasawa Yui..."

I drop the phone in disbelief.

"Hello?" The woman on the other line says. I pick the phone back up and put it to my ear once more,

"Sorry I... dropped the phone... So, what happened to Yui?"

"She was in a car accident and it seems as though she is in a coma."

"Is there a contact on her phone for someone named Hirasawa Ui? Or maybe Sis?"

I hear a pause.

"Yes."

"Call it and tell her everything you just told me." I say before hanging up.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and lean against the wall, letting myself slide down and plop on the floor. I pull my knees to my chest and hug them, feeling tears come into my eyes. I sit there sobbing. Why? Why now, 10 years later?

Tainaka

Bam. I punch my boyfriend in the face. Shouldn't this domestic violence thing go the other way around? Hell, I am too drunk to know. He lifts his head and looks at me, his lip torn and nose bleeding. His face changes from fear to anger,

"You alcoholic bitch!" He shouts, grabbing my wrists and forcibly pushing me against the wall.

I struggle, trying to free myself of his grasp. I look up at him and spit in his face. This seems to anger him more, for some reason. He knees me in the ribs and I fall to the ground.

"How do you like it, whore?" He spits on me and walks out the door, slamming it. I cough and spit up some blood. The pain in my torso is now extreme. I struggle to get on my feet and grab my half empty bottle of vodka off the counter. I take a swig, then thrust it at the ground, shattering it into hundreds of tiny shards of glass,

"FUCK!"

Why has it all fallen apart, 10 years later?