Chapter three

Hospitalized

Yori paled. Her reflection started to tremble and her mouth fell open. Yori brought her hands towards her face, fingers pressing against her cheeks in a scratching way. Her chest constricted and Yori felt another wave of nausea go through her system. She caught one last small look of her best friend in the mirror, before it became light in her head and she fell with a loud thud against the concrete floor. Darkness immediately claimed her.


When she woke again, Yori was laying on a bed. The same infirmary bed she had been sleeping on before. Her mind was fuzzy and her body was aching slightly. Running a hand through her hair, she grabbed strands of it, and held it in front of her. Dark brown, it was still dark brown. Yori swallowed with some difficulty. This was not good, this was not good at all! Scrambling up into a sitting position, pushing the comforter away from her, she looked around the room again. Her heart was beating irregular and Yori was still feeling light-headed. Were was Headmaster Cross?

He told her — under the impression she was Yuuki — that he would check in with her. She had to explain. She had to tell the headmaster that she was Yori and— who was she kidding? Granted their headmaster was a bit fuzzy in the head, but she doubted even he would fall for this. With her luck he would think she was hallucinating — a part of Yori was thinking that as well. Thinking her injuries were worse than thought at first and would put her on some description. Yori had gotten medication when she was younger, after her mother had passed away.

She had been upset and her father, unable to deal with her, thought she was depressed and demanded her to take anti-depressive medication. Another reason why Yori kept her emotions in check. And if there ever had been a reason to keep calm, it was now.

Getting out of bed, she looked around for her clothes. After all she could not wander around the school only wearing a nightgown. Yori wondered silently who had changed her out of her uniform, but then again, she doubted she really wanted to know. Finding it, folded onto a chair at the other side of her infirmary bed she stripped out of the gown and swiftly put on her skirt and blouse. The silver stick, neatly stuck into something that looked like a holster, was present as well. Yori softly picked it up, holding it in front of her face with a questioningly look.

Why did Yuuki carry it around anyway?

What in the world is this? Shrugging she looked at the leather clasps. How was one supposed to put this thing on? It was to small to get it comfortable around your waist and to big to put around your arm. Thereby Yori was sure Yuuki did not have it around her arm or waist. Both places were quite obvious, and very much visible.

Perhaps around your leg?

Pushing up her skirt, she took in the measurement of her thigh. There was a high possibility that the thing should be fastened around it. Clasping it around the pale white skin, Yori pushed her skirt back onto place. Glancing quickly in the mirror, deciding to ignore the fact it was not her normal reflection looking back, she nodded at herself. This way the thing was at least not visible to others.

Yori had to find Yuuki. She had to talk to her about their mutual problem. Assuming Yuuki was having the same problem. Assuming Yuuki was in her body. Yori massaged her temples, sat down and pulled on Yuuki's dark brown leather boots. Running a hand idly through her hair, she pulled the curtain away. The beds, standing parallel in a row, separated by a flimsy curtain, none of which were closed, were all empty.

Yori blinked a few times, her mouth dry. Why wasn't she here? Why was Yuuki— Yori's body— whatever, not in one of the hospital beds? It should have been in one of the hospital beds! It should, after all the headmaster had spoken about injuries. At least on her…

Yori walked through the infirmary one more time, checking the beds one by one. "Alright Yori, don't panic." she softly mumbled. What had the Headmaster told her yesterday?

'Sayori-chan is fine. Now please get some sleep…'

Yori nodded. Perhaps Yuuki's injuries had only been substantial and the Headmaster had sent her towards her own room. Yes, that would probably be it. Didn't the Headmaster also say something about informing her teachers about their absence? Yori was pretty sure he had.

Striding towards the door in fast strides, she swiftly stepped into the corridor. The corridor was deserted and the sun, shining in through the windows, was already high in the sky, making Yori think it was somewhere late in the afternoon. Yori was actually quite pleased there was no one present. She was not really feeling well enough to talk to anyone.

Rounding the corner she shot out into the staircase and swiftly descended towards the ground floor. Although her body still felt a bit stiff, there was no painful ache present anymore. Yori wasted no time, stepping out onto the school grounds, while setting course towards the girl-dorms. The weather had cleared quite a bit. The ground was no longer muddy and her shoes no longer slumped back into the mud.

Yori felt her hand thoughtlessly wander to her neck. She felt the soft material from the bandage under her fingertips and felt her breath hitch. It was tempting to swiftly sneak into the toilet and take a swift look. But then again, Yori didn't think that would be fair. She did have an unfair advantage right now, and that was unfair. No Yori wanted to give Yuuki the change to tell her.

In the distance she saw the square buildings, of the dorms. Thank the heavens, she was almost there! She quickened her pace and pushed her hair behind her ears.

"Cross-san!" a voice sounded from behind her. 'It was to good to be true,' the voice in her mind muttered.

Steeling herself, Yori turned around. A girl with light brown curly hair, in ponytails ran over to her. "Oh my god, I'm so glad you're alright."

Yori nodded stiffly. The girls dorm-president smiled warmly and patted her shoulder in some friendly gesture.

"We are all so sorry. It was a real shock when we heard!" the girl said, her motherly smile still in place.

Yori scrunched her eyebrows. What was this all about? They fell from the stairs big deal — well it was, but they had no idea of the true length about the problem. Rubbing her upper arms she attempted (really only attempted) a small smile.

"I'm really pleased," — did Yuuki ever say that — "About your compassion, but really I'm fine." Yori said. She was not sure about the 'pleased' part, but Yuuki did always babble on about her being 'fine'.

"Yes, it could have been a lot worse, couldn't it? You could have ended up like Wakaba-san." the other girl said nodding seriously. "You were quite lucky!"

Yori felt her blood freeze. 'Could have ended up like Wakaba-san…', "what?"

"Haven't you— Oh my god! I'm so sorry." the curly haired girl said, clasping her hands for her mouth. "You haven't heard. Wakaba-san— she— she was hurt, Yuuki! She hit her head really badly and they transferred her to the hospital."

'Breathe!' the voice in her mind said, staying levelheaded, while the rest of her system fell into panic. "Hospital?"

"Yes, C-Yuuki-san, are you all right?" the girl said, stepping closer towards her and placed her hands on both shoulders. "I'm sorry I though you knew."

"No," Yori gasped, breathing in and out slowly while regaining her composure. "No, it's fine." she softly said. "I'm fine, it's quite alright. I just need to see the Headmaster!"

And with that Yori turned on her heel and stalked away. Leaving a surprised girl in her wake.

'Sayori-chan is fine. Now please get some sleep'? Her butt! 'Sayori-chan' was not fine at all. She — her body — was transferred to a hospital. And if her father had any influence into this (which he most likely had), she was sure he would have her transferred to his private clinic in the north soon. Very soon.

Quickening her step she crossed the grounds again, back towards the large schoolbuilding. She swiftly climbed the large marble steps, making clear 'thud' sounds. She had just crossed the entrance hall, as a dot of silver shot past. Just as she was to step into the staircase, someone grabbed her by her upper arm and turned her around roughly. Stumbling over her two feet, she fell straight in Zero kiryu's chest.

"Kiryu-kun?"

To be continued…


Author's Note: The chapters are not as long as the chapters I make for 'Silver Lining', a Harry Potter fan fiction I also work on, but that's because I started a long time ago on that fan fiction. It's sort of my baby. And I have written way more for it, as in a rough outline, than I have for this story. Which is why writing for 'Misplaced' takes a bit longer. Still I enjoy it immensely. I have many ideas planned for this Vampire knight fan fiction and I will make sure to update frequently. Also the chapter's will not be less than 1k each. I don't like 100 word chapters, although I suppose I would update more frequently that way, so I will keep updating once a week.

Please comment, I really like them!

Vampire knight does not belong to me, sadly, but to Hino Matsuri.