Hi everyone! (BTW, the little blurbies are my favorite part)
Miyako: What's a blurbie?
Tamaki: According to the author, they're where what we're saying now is displayed. Which is basically this big long paragraph of sorts.
Honey: I think blurbie sounds like Barbie!
Mori: …
Hikaru: Anyways, the author wants to tell you that she got into Uta no Prince-Sama lately…as if the host club wasn't good enough for her.
Kaoru: Yeah, thanks. We feel so honored and loved. And BTW, she's starting a new fanfic where there's an original character (who's kind of like Miyako, obviously) who falls in love with-
Me: *clamps hand over Kaoru's mouth, flustered* no spoilers! I mean I still love the host club because it has a special place in my heart but…*squeals* *fangirls over Syo ;)*
Miyako: So you're basically saying you're into Honey-senpai type guys?
Me: Oh man, Miyako, you watch Utapri too?! *:DDDDDDDDDD*
Miyako: *stammers* umm… I kind of am an obsessive fangirl…*blushes* I kind of have a crush on Masato-kun… :)
Me: Well, anyways, I don't see Honey-senpai wearing black nail polish, having his ears pierced and wearing hats to make himself look taller. *fangirls over how Syo wears the same type of hats as the author* (seriously, he does! but I can't believe he likes shopping =.=)
Honey: …*dies* what?!
Anyway, everyone, here's the chapter!
Miyako woke up in a large queen-sized bed. She was in an unfamiliar environment. Lifting her upper body off the bed, she realized she was in someone else's home.
She looked around. There was a painting on the wall of a multicolored rose in a much smaller frame, but the waves of color spilled out all over the wall. She gazed at it for a moment, thinking.
Her thought process was interrupted by a maid knocking on her door. "Miyako-san. Breakfast is being served downstairs in five minutes. Soon after, a vehicle will come to send you to your estate." She bowed and turned, closing the door softly behind her.
She sighed, dragging herself out of the bed. "Where…am…I?" she murmured, stepping out into the hallway. Spotting a bathroom across from where she had been a couple minutes earlier, she knocked on the door.
"Is anyone there?"
The door flew open, causing Miyako to flinch. In the doorway stood a woman wearing a light green dress, doing her makeup.
Fuyumi-san! "M-moushiwake arimasen!"
But the woman just smiled. "Ohayou gozaimasu, Miyako-chan!"
"W-w-what am I d-doing here?!" This is just creepy.
"Well, the head doctors had to get you out of the Extremely Urgent room, unfortunately, for a family friend who got shot in the leg. So, we moved you here. We've got a private team of doctors and nurses, so we figured this would be a safe place."
She nodded. "O-okay…so apparently it's time for breakfast."
"Yes. Here, you can use this brush; you should probably comb your hair, seeing as you'll be meeting everyone in just a few minutes." The older woman finished putting on lipstick.
"Who's 'everyone'?" Miyako started untangling her hair.
"The Otori family. Yoshio, Yuuichi, Akito, Kyouya and me." She slipped away her compact.
"Oh…okay then. Thank you, Fuyumi-san."
"Please, just call me Fuyumi. Seeing that I'll be getting to know you much better later, we might as well get used to it."
"What do you mean?" But before she could answer, the Otori sister walked out of the bathroom.
"Time to eat with the family."
After making sure everything looked alright, Miyako followed Fuyumi down the stairs into the dining room.
The room was set up like her family's dining room at home. There was a wooden table with chairs all around, and at each place there was a bowl of miso soup, as well as fried tempura and a bowl of rice.
"Otou-san." Fuyumi bowed and her father inclined his head before fixing his eyes on Miyako.
"Otori-sama." The younger girl bowed as well. "Thank you for having me." The Otori patriarch nodded.
"Good morning. Now, let us eat. Itadakimasu." he murmured thanks, and everyone else followed.
The rest of the meal was as boring as anything else could get, but Miyako bit back her tongue and did not say anything. Once everything was done, there was a post-breakfast snack, and then it was done.
"Miyako. I have notified the chauffeur from your estate, and they will be here shortly to take you home." His facial expression did not change.
She bowed once again. "Thank you very much, Otori-sama."
Looking up, she saw a fraction of a smile tug at his mouth.
What is this business with everyone…seemingly hiding something from me?
Miyako waited in the Otori family parlor, waiting for her chauffeur and probably brother to come pick her up, waiting to go back to her house, waiting to eat ramen, waiting to go online and watch the next episode of Uta no Prince-Sama (it was humiliating how much she closet-fangirled).
Considering the consequences, my grandma will probably want to marry me into the Otori family…and considering what one of the three Otori guys said earlier in the hospital…
Who was it, anyways? And what does the Otori family know about me?
"Miyako." She gasped, jerked out of her thoughts, and quickly turned to see who it was. Standing at the door was a man she had met not much earlier.
"Yuuichi-san," she spoke, the consonants enunciated. She watched as he walked over and sat down on the seat next to her.
"Mind if I sit?" She blushed slightly and smirked.
"Not at all."
He returned the favor, smiling with a wink. "How are you feeling now?"
"Beautiful. You didn't have to put me in the 'Extremely Urgent' room, you know," she chided gently. "But it was nice meeting Fuyumi-chan."
"So I see you've gotten cozy with my sister."
"Not in the way you make it sound." She flashed him a look.
He chuckled. "Loosen up. Have the fun while it lasts."
She gave him another look, but this time it was a serious glare. "And you're one to talk. There have been rumors, Yuuichi-san," she lowered her voice at this, "that Yoshio Otori-sama has systemic lupus erythematosus. The disease has no known cure and can affect any organ in the entire body. Since no two people can have the same symptoms, there is no way to tell. But something is up. Chronic inflammation could be the end of him."
He leaned forward, a look on his face that matched hers. "Those are rumors, Miyako. The public grasps on whatever they can to try and play celebrities. But I assure you, my father is totally and incurably fine."
She smirked darkly. "The public only does it to get something out of it. Either that, or it's real. It's not going to benefit anyone in the vast middle class to know this information. Besides this, Otori Medical hasn't gotten a lot of reports lately. It's about time someone said something." With that remark, she heard the screeches of car tires and knew that her brother and chauffeur had arrived.
Miyako leaned in. "Something is going on. I know it, because I'm not someone you can easily manipulate," she murmured.
And with that, she stood up and walked out, the door shutting crisply behind her.
OMIGOD I'M SO SORRY GAHHHHHH I'M REALLY BAD WITH DEADLINES AND I HAD A LOT OF HOMEWORK GAAAAAAAAH *dodges rotten tomatoesies*
Anyways, everyone, see you in the next chapter! Which I will start working on right now!
Cheers,
GodSlayer'sGrace
