The hospital was a buzz of activity when the trio arrived, Darren still holding his injured hand, face bloodied, Miena at Mori's side, her hand cradling her midsection, and dry blood on her leg. Mori was just there, in and out, his eyes glazed over, he was the least one showing emotion at the moment.
"Yes how may I help you?" A nurse asked once they arrived at the desk, she was young, and blond. She was also American, Mori noticed. "Oh! A wheelchair, wheelchair...Nurse Wyoming!" She scrabbled up out of her swibble chair and an older woman brought out a wheelchair, and helped Miena into it, while saying comforting words to the worried young pregnant woman. Yet another nurse, this one with salt and pepper hair, male no less, helped Darren as he complained about Mori in very unsavory terms. Mori stayed back a few feet behind Miena as she was rolled into an emergency room.
The young nurse handed the wheelchair off to another nurse, a verteran in the field, and turned to face him, her hands clasped around her front, "I can't let you follow unless you are family, sir" She spoke in fluent Japanese, even though she was clearly American, "Are you the father?" The woman, whose nametag read Erin, asked, her head cocked to teh side while she waited for his answer.
"Yes" Mori answered back in Japanese, surprising even himself at his sudden easy lie.
Erin nodded, and took it as genuine, opening the doors wider so Mori could slip through past her. Her eyes held no judgement nor malice toward the faux soon-to-be father, as she politely led him down a cream white hall. It was quiet, and smelled of sterile equipement, it smelled of death covered up by suffate and something else, Mori thought, blood...lots and lots of blood.
"Right in here Mr...?"
"Morizuka" Mori turned to take the young woman's hand as she held it out.
Erin's eyes sparkled mischievously and smiled, "Mr. Morizuka then. Right in here, and if you need anything give me a ring. Anything. Anytime." She added and left, swooshing her backside back and forth as she walked away.
But Mori was already paying attention to the other woman inside the room, the one who was now in a hospital gown, curled up in a ball almost like she was cradling her child inside her...if there was still one that is. Her hair was hanging loosely to the side, the ends tangled, reaching to the middle of her back.
The older nurse was busying herself among putting some liquid in an IV and tidying some of the few drawers. Eventually, after a few minutes of him watching her sleep, and the woman organizing, she left, Mori stood at the doorway and watched her...still.
"She's beautiful isn't she?"
Mori turned abruntly to find Darren, his nose bandaged, and left eye turning a brighting shade of purple and blue. His hand was in a ugly hospital blue sling.
As if reading Mori's mind, Darren laughed and looked at his hand, "They think it's fractured. Not sure, but we'll find out when the X-RAYs come back won't we?" He sported a friendly smile that was offset by clear pain, worry, and ammusement.
"But hey...you have a hell of a up-cut there" Darren joked, gazing up at Mori who was looking at the sleeping Miena in the room.
Mori still didn't budge on his expression of nothingness. He wasn't going to be happy when possibly Miena's life might be changed forever because of him, and not for the better either.
"Dude" Darren clasped a arm over Mori's shoulders loosely as best he could considering their height difference, "If it makes you feel any better, its both our faults she's here anyway. And...she's strong anyway. You know anything about her past?"
Mori shrugged, Darren's arm slipped from Mori's shoulders without trouble and Darren resolved to leaning agaisnt the doorway, "Right, about 8 monthes ago Miena came here, to Japan, with her parents. Her dad was a big executive that apparently knew one of the big guys that owns alot of places around here. Her mom had been one of the world's youngest political translators, and when she retired at the age of 46, they moved here. Miena was sent a few monthes earlier and stayed with her cousin until her parents came back from wherever the hell they had been."
"So, by the time her parents got back, she was pregnant and didn't know. They all moved into this large house. The months went by..." Darren paused in his story to watch Miena's nose twitch with some dream, "...and that was when I met her. She started going to the private school I go too, and then one day she comes to me and says, 'I think I might be pregnant' and she decided by then-she was 4 monthes-that she had to tell her parents. Her dad was just getting home from this big important meeting, and her mom was home, so she sat down with them...and-"
A sob escaped Miena's throat and both boys looked at her, but she was still asleep. Yet tears still ran down her cheeks, words, quickly muttered under her breath, filled the empty silence. Darren glanced at Mori and saw him watching her intently. He clasped him on the shoulder, "I'll see ya man," with that Darren turned around and left.
Mori's eye twitched and he licked his chapped lips that blood was smeared on, What am I supposed to do? Comfort her? Hug her? Make her believe that everything would be all right? He didn't know what to do exactly. So he did the next best thing. Smoothing her hair back, he sat on the edge of the bed and wondered exactly how she slept on such a hard bed. Miena turned to face him and for a moment he thought she was awake, but her snore proved him wrong. Her hand rested on his midsection and slowly she inched her way to where her head was snuggled agaisnt his stomach and hugging him. And oh lord, how good she smelled, the scent pratically took over his senses and he felt like kissing her, to taste that sweet warmth that was Miena.
His thumb traced her cheekbone and pushed back a piece of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Her lips moved in a whimper that gathered his attention, forcing his gaze to her plump lips. That story...Darren never finished it, Mori realized, but what happened to make her stay with her foster mom? Did her parents disown her? Were they dead? Had she ran away, and if she had, why hadn't anyone come looking for her? What had happened?
"Her dad was a big executive that apparently knew one of the big guys..." If her father had been that big, why hadn't he ever heard of the guy? His father was pretty big himself, and he was the oldest Morinuzuka boy afterall, and would be taking over the company one day hopefully, so really why hadn't he heard anything? Of someone as big as Darren had said? And what about her mother? She had been the youngest political translator in the history of the world, so he really should know about this woman, and as far as Mori could tell, it would recent news if anything big had happened to people that big.
Miena's eyes stretched open, "Takashi?" Her voice was very tired sounding and sluggish.
"Yeah, its me"
"The baby..."
"Is fine" He didn't know, but if the unborn child wasn't fine, then she didn't need to know at the moment, but did it matter?
Miena blew out a breath relief that she'd been holding subconciously, and her fingers loosened their hold on Mori's casual jeans, "Thats good" she muttered with a yawn. She felt Mori stiffen under her body and rested her aching head agaisnt his soft body once more, urging him to relax.
"I'm sorry"
She looked up startled at the sudden few words that had erupted from nowhere after a few solitary minutes, "Sorry? For what?" The only thing in her mind for him to apologize for was the fight he'd gotten into with Darren and it seemed like he didn't have to apologize then if she had understood the parts of their conversation that she had woken up too.
Mori kneaded his temples and with a sigh, dropping his hands once again to stroke her hair, "Abandoning you," he simply answered.
"But you didn't..." Miena was struggling to understand what he'd been talking about, until her mind hit back to a few days earlier, when they had went out on their first date and she had woken up the next morning to find her date missing and a note left over. "Oh, Takashi...No, no, no, you don't have to apologize, I made it difficult on you, it was completely my fault, just-"
"No, just...accept it okay?" Mori looked at his hand, and the smaller, fragiler looking hand intertwined with his.
"I won't. Unless you accept mine" Miena sat up some and smiled at him weakly, grasping his hand more tightly now as if she shouldn't ever have to let go.
He gazed at their hands a second longer, then his gaze went up to her eyes, looking at him, their depth incredible, even in the hospital light. Mori said nothing, waiting for her to say what she had to say, after all, what could he respond back with?
Miena laughed lightly, "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do..." Her hand gently stroked his face, and pulled it closer. Mori sucked in a breath, and his mouth tilted into a small smirk.
"What if I don't accept?" He chided in a small murmer, as their lips were milimeters apart.
Miena never answered, because she finished the closing in, and as if in perfect symphany, they kissed. It was simple, and only lasted less than a minute, but by the time it was over only one thought had crossed Mori's mind and stayed there, I'm going to marry this girl one day. And as they both pulled back, his thought was only more proven by the glint in her eyes. So he only said one thing.
"I don't accept"
5 Days later
The group of 5 stood at the Tokyo International Airport, in front of gate 16 coming in from the Atlanta. The one ahead of all the others impatiently tapped his fingernails on his face as he leaned against another shorter boy, "Where can Haruhi be?! She was supposed to be getting off the plane right now!"
"Then again, Tamaki" sighed Kyoya with a push of his glasses, "The plane just arrived minutes ago and people have just started deboarding"
The very impatient Tamaki just ignored his friend's true words and proceeded to start pacing the length of about 5 feet, moving only for people who wanted past.
"Hunni? Whats wrong?" Hikaru took a seat next to the shorter boy and placed a reassuring hand behind his back and was joined by his twin on the other side of Hunni, "Yeah, Hunni, the baby blues?"
Hunni looked up, his mouth stretched into a grim smile, eyes cold, and glistened over with unshed tears. His hair was duller blonde and face paler than the usual, not to mention how thin he was starting to look, "Nothings wrong. I'm just tired, I haven't been sleeping very well lately"
"Its Mori-san, isn't it?" Hikaru's eyes showed the emotion he often did as he looked upon his brother sitting across from him, "I couldn't live without Karou either. It'd be like living without air, or water...or food. It'd be like death"
"No! Its that..." Hunni bounded up at first mention of his cousin who was closer than his own brother was to him, his eyes were now almost at the brink of breaking its dam.
Tamaki gazed at the boy, and cocked his head to the side, "I think I know what it is..." All eyes turned to him where he was tapping his chin thoughfully, even Hunni seemed interested in the seemingly idiotic leader, "Its...the girl"
Then, as if wanting confirmation, all eyes then turned to Hunni, who nodded and curled up in the airport seat.
"I knew it!" Tamaki grinned gleefully and clapped his hands, as the rest of the 5 just looked upon him with utter speechlessness.
"What girl?"
Everyone turned to see where the voice had appeared from, and all 5 this time was laughing with unlimited amount of happiness and tears, "Haruhi!" Tamaki was the first to gather the much smaller, short-haired girl in his arms and swing her around, all the while planting kisses all over her face, "We missed you! Don't ever leave again! Promise?"
"Oka-"
"Yes! We really missed you, you know?!" Tamaki laughed and planted Haruhi back on her feet again, only for her to be taken up in a hug from the twins and then after a Hunni and proceedingly Tamaki again, claiming her back with a growl of warning.
About half an hour later, after Haruhi's luggage had been loaded, not helpfully into the limo that the boys had came to the airport in, and the six was off. Tamaki had gingerly insisted Haruhi sit beside him, but the twins had crowded her and sat on either side of her, trapping her in. Hunni had brightened up some and sat beside Tamaki across from Haruhi and the twins. Kyoya was typing on his laptop, ignoring his friends, in the corner.
"Okay, okay!" Haruhi pushed Hikaru's hands away from her hair, "Hey, where's Mori-san?" She glanced between all of them and her gaze finallly rested on Hunni who was looking at his feet. After a few more minutes of silence, she sighed and ruffled her hair, "Okay, someone tell me whats going on, or I swear I'll-"
"He's with his girlfriend" Kyoya spoke up as he looked up from his computer, his face showing nothing he felt.
Haruhi blinked and shook her head, a slow smile forming on her face, "Girlfriend? Well, she must be nice if Mori-san is with her"
"Are you kidding?!" Tamaki was just a few inches from Haruhi practically in her lap, "She's horrible! She caused him to get in a fight, and he's been ignoring us! And she's...she's..."
Haruhi's ears poked up, "Whoa! Mori-san got in a fight? And he's been ignoring you guys? And...and she's what?"