Unexpected Reunion 7 – Moyo-chanx3
Note: I don't own any of this stuff, none of the characters etc.
SLOW UPDATES FAIL D: But I'm writing this instead of my essay so feel special ;c Btw there's fighting in this chapter… but I don't reckon its violent at all. But someone, out there, will.
PS: If you read Ouran, read my one-shot. If you don't, read it anyway :D
There was the sound of a gunshot, and a high-pitched scream.
The gun had been aimed right at Ichiro's back.
And she'd been shot.
Ichiro fell to the ground, with blood slowly creeping out of the wound.
"Ichiro!" screamed Tomoyo.
'The bastard! I'm going to make sure he pays for this,' thought Syaoran, as he elbowed Haruka's back. He doubled over in pain, and Syaoran kneed him in the stomach. (A/N: Kind of like a 2-move combo)
"Stop!" gasped Haruka, coughing up a bit of blood. 'Stop! It was an accident!" he choked.
But Syaoran was pissed. And once he's pissed, you either get the hell out of there, or you're dead.
"Bitch! You think I'm going to let you out of here alive, after shooting Ichiro?" he raged, crushing Haruka's fingers with his shoes.
Haruka let out an extremely girly scream, that sounded something like, 'mommy!'
He got up off the floor, and took a swipe at Syaoran's face.
"Oh my freaking… you…scratched… my face?" growled Syaoran.
Syaoran aimed a kick at Haruka's face. He blocked it, and punched Syaoran in the stomach.
Syaoran stumbled backwards, knocking over a table. 'Shit…' he thought, as the table landed straight on Ichiro's head.
Now the two were fighting it out, with Tomoyo, Eriol and Meiling standing there, doing nothing but watching in horror.
"Wow," breathed Meiling, staring at Haruka's disfigured face.
"Get up, you piece of dirt," shouted Syaoran.
'I must look extremely bitchy right now. But right now I'm mad, and I guess I'm still not mature enough to get over it,' he thought.
Haruka staggered up, with the help of his friend. He pulled out the gun again, and aimed it at Syaoran.
But Syaoran was too fast for him. With one kick the gun was out of his hands and thrown against the wall.
"Holy shit," said Haruka, catching a glimpse of his face in a mirror.
"What the hell did you do to my face, bastard!"
"Just shut the hell up!" screamed Syaoran, knocking Haruka unconscious.
"Eriol you called an ambulance right?" said Syaoran.
Eriol scoffed. "Of course I did, how stupid do you think I am?"
"Just checking," said Syaoran, as he punched the second kidnapper, Eichi, in the face.
When the ambulance finally arrived ten minutes later, Syaoran had a LOT of explaining to do.
'Shit. How the fuck am I going to explain all this crap…' he thought. He looked at the room in around him and sighed.
There was an international model with a gunshot wound that seemed to be near her heart, rapidly leaking blood all over the floor.
There was a twenty-year-old man with crushed eye sockets, sagging his eyes. A broken nose that was crooked, cuts to his head and cheeks. He probably had internal bleeding as well. He'll probably be featured as the, 'worlds ugliest man,' when he's older.
If he survives.
Hell, it was a miracle he was still alive right now.
Syaoran wasn't feeling too great himself.
His arm burned with pain, as if it had been hit with a baseball bat one hundred times, put in boiling water then trampled by an elephant. He had a long cut along his forehead, and he could feel the mixture of blood and sweat creeping down his face.
"Excuse me, sir?" said the paramedic, waving his hand in front of Syaoran's head.
"Huh? What?" said Syaoran, suddenly awaking from his trance.
"This isn't good. He seems to be losing consciousness, or something," said the paramedic. He reached into a bag and pulled out a long injection needle.
"Hey! What are you doing! I feel fin- agh!" he let out a cry as the long, 2 inch needle was injected into his leg.
"I feel… figghhnnnnn…..uhrh…" he mumbled, as the world blacked out.
'White room… white room… I'm dead. I'm dead, I'm surely dead…'
"He's awake!" shouted a woman.
Syaoran's eyes snapped open, to see a nurse towering over him.
"Li-san, how are you feeling?" asked a nurse.
"I…I…m….fffinnneeeeeh," slurred Syaoran.
The nurse giggled. "That's just the effects of the anesthetic, dear. It'll wear off in a few hours," she smiled.
"How… how's Ichirooo?" he asked her.
She looked around, looking anxious.
"I'm sorry, Li-san. I don't think I'm allowed to tell you that at the moment. She's currently under high security… even I don't really know what's happened to the three of you…" she said.
"Three? It's just me and Ichiro isn't itttt?" 'Great. Now I'm really confused.'
"Yes, the three of you. Ichiro-sama, you and another man who we can't seem to make out. His face has been heavily disfigured…" she said.
"His names Haruka, aand he's nothingggg buuut a fiiiilthy p-prick. Yoou can kill him off at anyyyy timeee," spat Syaoran, still slurring.
"That's not a very nice thing to say, Li-san. I think you're just confused, I'm going to get you more sleeping drugs," she said, leaving the room.
Syaoran felt so frustrated, he couldn't do anything at all. That's when he noticed the date.
'What the hell? It's been a whole week since then?"
Shit.
After managing to convince the nurse he's fine, she reluctantly handed him a newspaper dated one day after the accident.
He flicked through the pages and stopped on page 3.
It read,
"MODEL FOUND UNCONSCIOUS, RESPONSIBLE FOR TERRORIST ATTACK?"
"Ichiro Akai, a famous international model for Hikari TV, was found unconscious with a bullet wound dangerously close to her heart. After the ambulance arrived, Ichiro and two men were found heavily injured at the scene, one unconscious. Witnesses were questioned, but none has said anything yet.
Shortly after the ambulances left the scene, the abandoned building where the shooting took place was set alight. Firefighters tried to put out the blaze, but the venue exploded. Investigators retrieved no body from the inside, though it's thought to have been blown up with a bomb."
"Li-san, I have good news. Your condition has improved greatly, and you're free to leave the hospital," smiled the nurse.
"Thanks, Takaba," he said, getting up.
She blushed. "H-how do you know my name?"
Syaoran stared at her, as if she was stupid. "You've been wearing a name tag for the past week," he pointed out.
"Oopsies," she giggled. "If you don't mind, would you um… like to go somewhere? When you're free, of course," she mumbled.
'Wow, she just asked me out…'
"Sorry, Takaba. I'm returning to Hong Kong as soon as possible, but it's been nice meeting you," said Syaoran, walking out of the hospital.
OMGGG FINALLYYY ch. 7 donee. This chapter = longer than the others. Sorry it has such short chapters though D: it's probably because it's my first fanfic~ next chapter might be out by next week, who knows. xx
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~ Moyo-chanx3
