Hey guys. I just finished writing this chapter, and I about cried. That's right- I almost cried over something I wrote. Now you guys probably won't be as emotional, but I-I don't know. This chapter just got to me.
This is unbelievably short, but I just had to update it. Um, yeah, I have more to say, bur I'll save it for the bottom.
This is dedicated to GarasuRin-chan, my dear friend. Please check out her crazy story!
Episode 9- What did you do?
Chop. Chop. Chop.
Shori stood behind the counter, chopping vegetables rhythmically.
Chop. Chop. Chop.
She sighed. How will her brothers act after this? Why would they fight over Haruka anyway? They didn't love her right?
Chop. Chop. Chop.
If they did, would this break their brotherly bond? What about her? How could Shori take sides?
Chop. Chop. Cho-
"Ouch!" Shori exclaimed. She dropped the knife and inspected her left hand. She had cut the back of her hand. Blood covered her wound. She drew in a sharp breath. She grabbed a towel and quickly pressed it on the cut.
Tokiya walked over, wiping his hand with a towel. "Shori-chan, could you do me a fa-" he stopped when he saw the blood. "Are you alright?" He grasped her hand in his and took the towel off. "This looks bad," he said after a moment.
Masato walked in at that moment, "Ne, Tokiya- eh!? Shori-san are you alright?" He strode over to the two. "What happened?"
Shori sighed, "I was chopping the vegetables and cut my self. It's alright, I'm fine."
"You are not fine, Shori," Tokiya said sternly. "Masato, please clean her up for me."
He nodded, "Of course. Here, put the towel back on Shori-san. Now, follow me." The two entered the restroom where Masato cleaned off the blood. He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet above the sink, "I'm going to dab a little alcohol on it, alright." He wet a cloth with the liquid and looked her in eye, "I'm going to do it count the three. One. Two. Three." He began dabbing the wound, and Shori cringed in pain.
He wrapped the cut in a white cloth after. "That cut was actually very deep. I suggest keeping it bandaged for a few days," he tightened the bandage and when she cringed again. He looked at her seriously. "What were you so engrossed about?"
Shori felt her cheeks flush as she stared into his deep blue eyes, "I was, well, just thinking about my brothers. I mean, the got into this ridiculous feud and I don't know how to help."
Masato took her right hand in his, and smiled, "Don't worry, you'll figure this out."
"Thank you," she said sincerely. They entered the kitchen again, only to be greeted by a bright flash and a scream.
Smoke puffed up around them. Shori fanned some of it away and let out a small cough. When the air cleared, they found Cecil sitting at the table, Yukino, Syo, and Miharu restraining his hands, and Ren and Haruka peering down into a chair.
"Haruka-chan?" Shori asked. "What are you looking at?" The strawberry blond simply pointed down into the chair. Shori shuffled over at looked down, and let out a gasp. There, where Otoya had been sitting, sat a small, auburn colored puppy. Shori said in a strangled voice, "Onii-chan?" The puppy let out a small bark.
She put her injured hand to her mouth. She looked over at Cecil, her bright, blue eyes wide, and wet. She her voice cracked, "What did you do?"
Cecil's mouth hang open, "I-I don't know."
Shori let out a scream in rage, and leapt at Cecil, but Tokiya's arms held her back, "How dare you! Change him back!" Tears fell down her face. She sobbed, broken in the idol's arms, "Change him back."
The small puppy let out a quiet whine. Shori peered over at him. He looked at her with big, brown eyes- not red, brown. Shori bit her lip as more tears fell. She buried her face in Tokiya's chest and he held her closer to him.
The room was silent. No one dared move. The shock was to much.
Shori wiped her eyes, "I'm going to go get Camus, he should be able to help."
"I'll go with you," Miharu said. Shori nodded, and the two made their way down the halls in search for the man.
I have no idea where I was going with this. It just happened.
I don't know why, but Masato seems like the kind of person to be good at first aid.
Um, in the story, it's around April, and I'm going to try to write this story like it's been an entire year, so there might be a Christmas chapter in, like, summer. So: be warned!
I do not own Uta no Prince-sama, only Shori.
