I feel like you guys deserve this for staying so faithful…sort of…Here we go! And 90'S NICK IS BACK WHOOOT!
It was early in the A.M. when I was awoken by one of the maids I had never seen before. Apparently, Lord-Log-In-The-Ass had seen it fit to send me cold, plain, and tasteless oatmeal with a glass of water. Fuck him with something hard and sand-papery. I knew I wasn't going to get anything for awhile, I was lesser than a puppy now. He hated me. Good, it's what he deserves. I forced as much down as I could, after trying to avoid the inevitable, I pushed the ¼ empty bowl away, my stomach feeling like shit.
It was still colder than a bitch down here… I was restless, cold, and although number 1 in the lazy competition, oh lord how this is troublesome, I paced back and fourth trying to gain SOME source of heat. I failed completely. :-)
I was rewarded with nothing but cold ass feet…which draws me to a new question. Where the SHIT are my clothes and shoes? Even better, where did that faggot put my cell phone? I flopped back on the bed, and jumped back up trying to pull at the door, which was now locked. I couldn't see out the window, it was barred off, and I was stuck in the cold ass room with nothing to do.
I had a panic attack, and hit, banged-on, kicked-at, and screamed. To no avail, I wasn't heard.
Yoshio, meanwhile, was having problems of his own. It was fast becoming apparent that his stubborn son wasn't going to welcome his Chosen with open arms anytime soon. In fact, since last night when the girl went out, and Kyouya went after her, in Kyouya's mind she was nothing but vermin, 2% better than the shit that lived in the sewers. Yoshio then retraced back to the last time the girl had a bath, and with what he noticed, the girl looked like she had rolled in dirt. It was nothing a hot bath couldn't fix.
Yoshio was going to have a pretty sweet conversation with Kyouya later…
Yoshio, in his office, was massaging his temples in frustration. He loved his son, really, ever since Karura died, he'd been distant. From Kyouya especially. He knew Kyouya would say one thing, and do another in this type of situation, so the only thing left to do was to check on the girl. He set off in that direction, hoping for a more cooperative and promising encounter.
Yoshio arrived at the room, which was kept underground, and there was cold as shit. :-)
He was further dismayed, however, to find the room locked. Now WHY the shit would you lock your FIANCÈ in a fuckin' cold ass room?
The girl was a little bit of an assassin, and even though she was aggressive, and very cunning, she was harmless, even a tad bit frail. She didn't look to have been blessed with a great and bomb-ass immune system, an he needed to make sure that she hadn't sustained any real damage during the night before. Bodies like those didn't even need a source of contagion to get sick, extremes in temperature and humidity could be enough to damage the body, particularly the lungs. Of course, getting kicked around didn't help much either.
He cursed and sent for a servant, and managed to get the story straight from him.
"Kyouya told us to keep her in there at all times, Mr. Ootori. I cannot give you the key, please forgive me."
"My son said that she was to go nowhere without an escort, and I intend to keep an eye on her. Unlock the door."
"But Kyouya was very specific-"
"I will take responsibility for the girl, now open the door."
"But-"
"Look! There is no bathroom in there! How is she supposed to keep clean if she has no water? Do you want to clean up after that sort of mess? No? Then open the damn door!"
The servant hastened to obey, hoping to stay clear from the Shadow King lest in the even he became too upset. He gave the key to Mr. Ootori, who turned to find the girl standing on the bed, hair messed up, hoodie around her waist, and dirt stains everywhere, trying to break the bars off the window. He glanced at her leftovers and gave an exasperated sigh. Cold, plain oatmeal with a bit of water was not enough to nourish her in any way, and she obviously hadn't been too keen on it. Who could blame her? Taking in her unusual pose, he swiftly guided her to one of the bathing chambers, and gave her a bit of privacy. He sent for a maid, and gave her instructions to find some clothing for the girl, along with some mild soap. A massive tub was filled with hot water and bubbles, and Tsuyukiomii's clothing were taken away, replaced by a pair of baggy black pants, a gray midriff, with suspenders, as well as her undergarments.
His suspicions were confirmed. The girl was sick, and had been for a few days. Last nights exertions had made things worse, and her throat was severely damaged from where Kyouya had throttled her. She was a fine-boned thing, and not very petite, not a very good build to have around someone as aggressive as his son. A lot of damage could be done quickly, perhaps even lethal damage.
The fact that she was sick meant that a visit to the house doctor was in order. Dealing with that cranky old coot would be tricky, but he needed medical herbs for the girl's medicine. Who knows? Maybe she'll get lucky and the psychotic pharmacist would take a shine to her. He should probably prepare her for the old coot, though.
Returning to the bathroom, and speaking to her from behind a curtain, he was able to discover that she was quite the feisty one, and that although, she was hurt by Kyouya, she'd endured worse, and that she wasn't content with the arrangements, but it's better than what he couldve done, and what he already did, and when he wanted to ask her, she held her tongue as if she hadn't said anything.
She liked this one, the old one called Yoshio. He was kind, if a little bit unusual. Of course the biggest brownie points came from the fact that he had taken her out of her little hole in the wall that everyone else termed her bedroom. Yeah, right. He also scored big with the fact that he was willing to listen to her side of the story. He was certainly easier to get along with than his son was. At least he didn't try to strangle her or leave her in a closet to rot.
"There's a medication I have in my suitcase upstairs, I think. It's in a plain purple capsule and it has nothing on it, but it's the one with the blue cap, not the red."
He nodded, and sent someone up to get it, while he brought her out to the back. To his honest surprise, she was much sweeter, and nicer, and even a bit funny. She reminded him of his late wife, Karura. He watched her run around the back, looking over the cherubs, roses, lilies, daisies, and chrysanthemum's. She looked horribly happy, or as I would say, SOUP-DEE-DOUP!
She went back up to Yoshio, and brought him to a corner, and she started digging up dirt to show seeds. "They look about 13 years old, who put them here?" She asked him.
"What are they?"
"They're apple seeds. Apparently someone wants an apple tree." She pointed out.
These two got to get a seriously heavy bond to take Kyouya down. And, Thanks to my two reviews, Can I gets some more? (:
