Chapter 9 A Glorified Errand Girl - Cosplays as a Samaritan
She took a tentative step backwards, pivoting behind the flowerbox to create a barrier between the sadist and herself. There was a moment of pause as the predator assessed his prey. Then with a hollow laugh and innocent wave she pitted herself into the opened classroom window behind her, dashing across the window seat desk and hurdling across the room to the back door. There was a deep growl behind her as she made a run for it, shooting down the hallway with a shameless disregard for school conduct. There was a time and place for rules and this was not it. Not when Hades was one second away from wrapping his spindly fingers around her ankles to drag her into the depths of hell.
She unwittingly let out a squeal of laughter as she jumped out of yet another window, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the wind whistled by her. Kyoya was still hot on her heels as she spilled out the school gates and into the streets. Thank goodness for Spartan prof, she thought as she threw herself over a wall, sprinting down the streets. Who would've guessed his outlandish training of sicking wild animals on her could prove so useful in a town like Namimori. She threw a narrowed eyed glance over her shoulder, catching the dark look that shadowed the psychopath's face. Immediately, she whipped her head back to the front. The guy was the devil's spawn. She was sure of it. There was nothing remotely human in the way he gave chase. His speed was absurd, his power was incomprehensible and his staminia… she didn't think tranquilisers could put him out at this point. As if on cue, her chest gave a shuddering heave to remind her that she was close to reaching breaking point.
Looks of confusion followed her as she headed into more crowded streets to try to shake the persistent disciplinary head off. To her rare fortune, she found herself at a busy crossroad with less than 2 seconds on the pedestrian light. A grin consumed her face as she dashed across triumphantly, shooting a wink at Kyoya, who instead of wearing the anger that she expected, had an expression of shock reflected in his sharp grey eyes as he stood ramrod still at the other end of the street. The tonfas he held in either hand were lax at his side. Her eyebrows furrowed as she followed his gaze to the small boy tottering off the sidewalk to follow her. Her eyes darted to the small charm that lay on the road. It must have slipped out from her pocket when she was making a run for it. The boy, no older than four had a look of intense concentration as he tumbled from the safety of the sidewalk to retrieve the charm.
"Nee-chan, wait!"
An explosion of pain erupted in her head. Flashes of dimpled grins and bright green hair burst before her eyes. Her breathing quickened. "Frère."
Her limbs were moving before her mind even processed it. Tendrils of sun flames wrapped around her legs as she pushed off the ground. The shrill sound of screeching tyres and honking cars lit up the air. Her eyes squinted against the bright light of the car's headlights as she wrapped her arms around the child and threw them onto the sidewalk.
The sobbing mother was at her side, bringing the child into her embrace and profusely thanking Camilla who inclined her head with a soft smile. "You should probably take him to the hospital, Miss. I'm not sure how much I protected him in the fall."
"How about you? Would you like to come with us?"
She waved her concern away. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm made of tough stuff." She thumped her chest for emphasis.
The boy reached out a hand to her. "Nee-chan. This is yours."
The dirtied charm of a small frog dropped onto her palm. She swallowed, plastering a smile onto her face as she ruffled his hair. "Thank you. I wouldn't have wanted to lose this but don't go running out onto dangerous roads like that."
He nodded resolutely, beaming up at her in that familiar manner that made her heart wrench.
"Now be a good boy and go see a doctor so your mother can stop worrying."
She watched as the pair got into a taxi and left before collapsing onto the ground. Rolling the sock down on her right foot, it revealed a deep purpling blooming across her ankle. Giving an experimental roll, she clicked her tongue as the pain confirmed her suspicions. She'd snapped the end of her fibula. A shadow suddenly loomed over her. Craning her neck, she returned Kyoya's stare with a steady gaze of her own. He had that same unreadable look, drenched in the depths of his gunmetal grey eyes. It reminded her of the day he had reappeared in front of her in a cloud of smoke. They didn't exchange a word but she did notice his fingers clenched especially tight around the handle of his tonfas. Camilla did not expect to escape alive with an injury like this. Out of nowhere, he gave a quiet snarl before turning on his heel.
Her shoulders lost the tension and she gave an inaudible sigh. It seemed she would live to see the next sunrise. An indignant yell attracted her attention again as she watched the sadist accost a man on a motorcycle. They were too far way for her to distinguish the exact words of their argument but she gathered the gist of it when the man was forced to step away from his vehicle. The psychopath than marched over with a helmet in hand, throwing it at her. She fitted it over her head obediently, blinking at him curiously from behind the plastic visor. "Sadist, what is this abo-" the words caught in her throat as she felt herself being heaved into the air. "Oi, gentle with a lady."
He snorted at that, slinging her across a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Depositing her onto the back of the bike, he slung himself across the seat in front of her, revving the engine up. "I'd hold on if I were you." He threw over his shoulder briefly before taking off.
Proper ladies did not swear. They did not yell at assholes who deserved it with colourful language that would make the worst scum on earth blush prettily. They did not threaten little shits who tried to throw them off dangerous motorcycles without warning. Luckily Camilla was mafia.
She eventually stopped cursing at the sadist, as he streaked down the streets, manipulating the bike's motions smoothly. After a while her arms began to relax slightly as they circled his waist less securely. She was surprised the psychopath was so calm about literally ramming through the road rules that he enforced with his life. But then again, surprising didn't even begin summing up the current situation, in which she was a crippled passenger on the back of a motorcycle that Hibari Kyoya was driving, not to mention the bike not even being his. She guessed the most out of character thing was the fact that she hadn't yet been bitten to death. She smirked to herself, of course the kinky shit had been a farce. This one was but a docile lamb.
Her helmet was rested against his back as she watched the streetlights stream past her in glowing rivers. A calming sensation settled around her as the crisp scent of laundry and honey wafted past the helmet to her senses. A fleeting thought of why a sadist like him needed to smell so nice and homely assaulted her before she felt her eyes drifting close. It was a nice scent either way.
A/N Hopefully none of you guys follow my other fanfics since I haven't updated those in a good while but this story is just getting too juicy to ignore. This is the first of three consecutive uploads. Hope I don't disappoint! I'm technically on hiatus to focus on study but oh well.
