A/N: I was listening to some party songs while writing this and got inspired, plus I wanted a fun chapter. :) Oh and the last song was "Somewhere" by the Celtic Women. I use them a lot so expect to see more of their songs in later chapters. Hope you guys like it and leave a review, now on with the party! ;p
Dancing Accidents
I hate math… Mic growled and let her head hit the desk in frustration. "What's the matter Fletcher-san?" Setsuka-sama asked.
"Oh nothing, just having my brain melt out of my ears." She sighed without lifting her head.
Setsuka giggled and shook her head, "I wondered what that grey goo on the desk was. You really don't get it, do you."
It wasn't a question. "No… think you could tutor me?" Michaela asked hopefully.
"I could try, but I can't right now I have to go home and check on my younger brother he had a nasty cold the other day and his fever still hasn't gone away." Setsuka was dedicated to her family, it was one of the reasons Mic like her so much.
Well that and she was a bit of a math whiz, and helped her when she didn't understand something… which happened a lot more often then she would care to admit. "Alright, go on home. Shoo off with you!" she added waving her hand.
"Kay, see ya later!" Setsuka waved back then disappeared out the door leaving Michaela alone in the empty classroom.
Michaela stared at the incomprehensible mix of letters and numbers on the paper, and wondered just how she was supposed to solve the equations when she could barely read it, let alone understand what it was it wanted her to do. "Ugh I give up, maybe the others could help me…" she blew a stray curly bang out of her face and gathered her stuff to go to the music room.
She had a free period and didn't really want to stare at her math homework any longer than necessary and not actually figuring it out. Bzzt bzzt bzzt! It was Rashel, Hey u free?
Yeah, y?
Me and Viv r out of chem. Wanna met somewhere?
Sure I was headed to the music room
Cool… hey u got ur laptop? We could use some tunes…
Yup meet u there in 10?
:) sweet c u in a bit!
K
Sweet now I can relax a bit! She thought as she trotted up the stairs to the music room. However when she reached the room, the door was locked, which was rather inconvenient but not an insurmountable obstacle. Guess it's a good thing I was always losing my key… although mom would disagree. The memory of her mother sent a sharp pain to her chest but shaking it off Michaela went to work picking the lock. "What are you doing?" Vivian asked rounding the corner at the end of the hall.
"I guess the guys don't want people stealing their stuff. Now be quiet I've almost got it."
"You couldn't have just texted Kyoya or asked a janitor for the key?" Rashel asked dryly.
"I do know where you sleep Shel, don't push me. Besides that would take too long…" CLICK! "And this way provides me the perfect chance to brush up on my old skills." Mic retorted swinging open the door.
Shel shrugged, "Fine, but you do remember we all share the same beds, so I doubt you would try anything while you were sleeping in the same bed as us."
Michaela grunted as she set up her laptop on a vacant table. They had indeed been sleeping in each other's rooms, none really wanting to be alone when then night came. It didn't matter whose room either since some of their clothes were in each bedroom anyway, and it was another way to mess with the maids… especially Rioko. Michaela grinned at Rioko's flustered expression the other morning finding all three girls sleeping in the massive bed. "Let's see here, oh that one and those and viola dance mix here we come!" The first song she chose was one that had a fun techno beat and was a good warm up song.
"I am taking requests girls." Michaela said flipping through her music library.
"Oh play Brokenhearted by… who is it again?"
"Karmin I know and next?"
"Payphone."
"Gotcha!" Let's do this!
Finally completing the dance list Mic cranked the volume and stood back. The first few songs were a way to loosen up and stretch their muscles. After the fifth song or so they were totally into the dancing and were oblivious to the world outside the pulsing beat of the music and themselves.
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Kyoya was on his way to the music room to set up for the opening of the club when he heard American music. His brow furrowed and he stopped writing his schedule and listened. It seemed to be coming from the club room, but he could have sworn that he locked that door. As he got closer there was no doubt that the music was coming from behind unlocked door number three. Since it was American music he safely assumed it was the new girls, as to what they were doing he had no idea. A reprimand speech in mind and on his tongue Kyoya opened the door, but what he saw made the words die unspoken on his lips and flee from his head.
All of them had shed the blue jackets and the white dress shirts of the uniform, and were dancing in their tank top undershirts. Vivian, Michaela, and Rashel moved to the music like they were born to it, his jaw hung slack and for the first time in a very long time he was at a loss for words. He watched in a strange kind of voyeuristic trance, the way they rocked their hips and made their bodies twist as one with the beat, was mesmerizing. When the song came to an end he wasn't sure if he should announce himself or back out of the room, when the choice was made for him. "Enjoy the show Kyoya-san?" Rashel asked a little breathlessly.
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"Enjoy the show Kyoya-san?"
"Hey Viv, got any water?" Michaela panted.
"Yup, here." She tossed her the half empty bottle and fanned her flushed face.
Taking a couple gulps to cool down, Michaela tossed back the bottle and Vivian downed the last few swallows gratefully. "So, did you? Or are you just going to stand there and gape at how hot we looked?"
The neutral mask slipped back into place after that last comment, and he pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. A delaying tactic from what Mic could tell, but, then again… "More like how vulgar you looked." He replied coolly. "And I was also wondering how you got in here, I know I locked that door."
Michaela was in the process of packing her belongings up when she answered in a similar cool tone. "Oh that was me, did you know the bobby pin thing really works?"
"You willingly admit to picking the lock? That could be considered criminal behavior, and get you expelled." He said flipping his notebook back open.
Adjusting the strap of her book bag Michaela cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked. "Well since I'm a member of the club and I don't have a key, it isn't unfathomable for me and my sisters to want, or need, to get in this room, then find alternative means when it's locked."
"Is that a long winded way of saying you want a key?"
Her stress relief from dancing gone, at the appearance of Kyoya, Mic sighed in exasperation and shoved past him with a gruff no. Practically running down the stairs she ignored the greetings and friendly faces passing by. "Hey look out!"
"Huh?" A student with his arms full ran past her up the stairs but he clipped her shoulder and knocked her off balance.
Her legs entangling with themselves in a bid to remain upright had her falling backwards down the steps. Curling her spine and cradling her bag with the laptop in it on her stomach she braced for impact. And boy did it hurt when she landed. The breath knocked out of her and having her skull rebound off the stone floor were only the start, it was when she was forced to try and put oxygen back in her lungs that the pain really kicked into high gear. "Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" a young girl asked kneeling down.
Mic tried to speak but only gasped in pain, the sound bringing others to see what had happened. Michaela was practically sobbing in an attempt to breathe properly again. I will not cry, I will not cry! Not in front of strangers! And the crowd of people now surrounding her wasn't helping. "Takashi, help her!" Honey cried when he and Mori finally made it through the throng of people.
They had witnessed her fall from afar and were just now reaching her. "Hai. Back off she needs to breathe." He commanded to the students surrounding her.
Since no one had ever heard Mori speak more than a single syllable sentences they were stunned but immediately obeyed his order. "Lay flat and still, I know it hurts but you must force yourself to relax and breathe. I'm going to check the back of your head to see if your bleeding is that alright?"
A single tear escaped her eye as she nodded, and minute by agonizing minute she relaxed enough to draw a solid breath. "Th-thank-k you. It's…getting b-better…"
He nodded solemnly and slowly slid his hand behind her shoulders to ease her up. "Can you stand?"
"Yeah I-I think so."
"Wait a moment and just relax, we'll take it slow."
She smirked a bit, "That would be a perfect "that's what he said joke"…"
Mori grunted in response, putting his hands under her arms they slowly made it to a standing position. Using him as a support Mic stood up as straight as possible with the pain in her back. "Don't have much of a sense of humor do you?" She asked dryly.
"Not really."
"Figures." Michaela grunted when she took her first step but remained standing.
"You took quite a knock to the head we should get you to the nurses office."
"We? I'm a little bruised up not paralyzed I can get there on my own."
He took a step back and gestured to a hallway that lead to an ice pack and some strong painkillers. Stiffening her spine and hardening her resolve to make it on her own, Mic took two steps before the room started to spin, and her knees turned to butter. Mori was there to catch her as she was about to have a close encounter with the floor slamming into her face. Swallowing thickly as her stomach heaved in protest Michaela finally admitted defeat. "I lied…"
Mori said nothing but stood her up straight again and waited for her eyes to focus again. Turning away from Mic so he was crouching leap frog style in front of her, Honey directed her onto his back. "You won't get sick on Takashi right?" he asked with those enormous brown eyes probing her and watching her every move.
"God I hope not…" she answered as she tightened her hold on Mori-sans neck.
Honey walked next to Mori the entire way to the nurses station while Michaela rode piggy back trying not to throw up. When they arrived a head nurse quickly checked her over and fussed like a nervous mother hen. I get it's their job, but for the love of God! After answering the standard questions to check for a concussion Michaela's back was examined, for a large purple bruise was beginning to form along her spine and across her shoulders. She grimaced knowing that it would no doubt turn that disgusting yellow, brown, and green color after about a week or so. Perfect… As she was given an ice pack for the goose egg on the back of her head her phone buzzed, this time it was Vivian.
I heard something happened after u left, so wat did u do now?
Nothing…
Liar… anyway can we make cookies when we go home?
Ummm probably but we r gonna need to go to the hospital first…
WHAT? WHY?
I… may have a concussion?
What. Did. You. Do?
I didn't do anything some kid knocked me over on the stairs and I fell down and hit my head
(sigh) ok ill tell Shel that u might be pulling an all-nighter baking 2nite
Ur not gonna stay up w/ me?
Hell no! we actually like sleeping and combine the 3 of us w/ no sleep…
Death, disaster, and destruction?
Uh huh now u get it! :) well see u at the club
K…
Kk
"Can I go now?" Michaela asked.
"We want to keep you here until we can get ahold of your guardian Niasoma-san."
"I can't stay; I have somewhere I need to be."
"Please miss!" But Michaela was already walking out holding the ice pack to her extra head.
Mori and Honey had skipped a period to wait outside the station and escort her to wherever she needed to be. "Are you sure you should go Micci-chan?" Honey asked trotting after her.
Mic froze and turned around, "Did Vivian tell you to call me that?" The cold glare in her eyes made him hide behind Mori's leg.
"No…"
She seemed to relax and went back to walking towards the music room since there wasn't much point in going to her history class with less than a third of the period left. "Okay then. Are you coming or what?"
Now that the evil stare was gone Honey went back to his normal bouncy self, he began humming and tossing his stuffed rabbit into the air. When they finally reached the door many "princesses" as Tamaki-san liked to call them were waiting to be admitted. Before Mori and Honey the girls parted like the red sea but closed behind them trying to get as close as possible, which as a result cut Michaela off at the door. Attempting to brushing past them and failing Mic tried again a little more forcefully. "Hey back of the line!" one yelled.
"I need to get through."
"We all do, now get to the back of the line!"
"No, I have to get in please excuse me!" She pressed trying to get around.
"Just because you have a bruise and an ice pack does not get you special treatment." The same girl snapped barring her way in.
"I'm not getting special treatment, I'm trying to-"
"Go to the back and wait like everyone else!"
Mics nostrils flared and her last shred of patience fled, "Look, I am one of the girls playing for the club, now let me pass or so help me I will-"
The girl ignored her and pointed to the end of the queue of girls. That's it! Michaela's head and neck bent and reared back like a very angry cobra about to strike. And strike she did, her hand was around the girls throat in a fraction of a second, ready to squeeze. The excited chatter of the girls was silenced in that half a second, "I have been having a real bad day, so please, don't push me."
"Michaela! Release her at once and get on stage we need you." Kyoya didn't even look fazed, but his black eyes were cold steel.
Reining in her temper Mic let go of the terrified "princess'" neck and walked unimpeded into the now silent music room. Before things could settle down Vivian and Rashel burst in a few moments later, "Are you okay? What happened?" Vivian was overly loud in the quiet room and now everyone was listening for her response.
As Vivian went to tackle her in a hug Mic held her at arms-length. "Don't I have a bruise that really hurts on my back."
She hadn't even finished the sentence when in front of God and everyone in the place Vivian had jumped behind her sister and pulled the dress shirtand tank top up to expose the mottled black, blue, and purple bruising all over her back. Gasps and flinches of sympathy were on everyone's faces as Michaela fought extreme embarrassment and battled to get her shirt back down where it belonged. "Damn sweetie, maybe we should go to the hospital now?" Rashel said.
"I'm fine, really!" she protested but in reality welcomed the thought of not having to perform.
"No you're not, and I won't have you trying to play like that." Kyoya stated and handed Vivian and Rashel her belongings. "Go take her to the hospital, and report back to me later tonight. Here is my number."
"It may not be until late she might have a concussion." Viv said walking Mic out.
Kyoya shrugged, "Doesn't matter, I want a report to know when she will be able to perform."
"Okay deal."
"Do I not have a say in this?" Michaela asked annoyed she was being shuttled around like a infant.
"No." was the simultaneous answer from Kyoya and her sisters.
"Fan-fucking-tastic…" Mic grumbled as she was dragged away.
A/N: so it took a longer to post this than I had anticipated there have been a lot of thunderstorms messing with my internet. It also took a different turn than I had expected too. And I know Mori is not known for his talking but I figured he is a martial artist and has had the wind knocked out of him before and would be able to make it right. So please leave a review and have a fun weekend!
