Part 10

I was in a really, really bad mood for 3 reasons.

I nearly died trying to help people.

Instead of thanking me for my help, someone decided to scold me and make sexist comments about girls fighting boys.

My camera lens got shattered when I tried to help.

But, that day wasn't totally bad.

I reached into my shorts pocket & pulled out a little baggie that held the black pearl that I had found earlier.

I set it on my night stand & went to dinner, expecting an apology.

When I got there, the tension in the room was almost tangible.

Between me, Haruhi, and Tamaki, I was 100% sure everyone else was really awkward.

"Let's dig in Haruhi-chan! These are the crabs we caught! I'll bet they're delicious."

In no time at all, Haruhi was breaking crabs legs in half in a rather violent manner. It was totally freaking the sexist pig out.

I decided to join in on the revengeful fun.

I picked up my own crab legs and I twisted them open, the same kinda motion one would use to ring water out of cloth.

Though, I pretty sure Tamaki was imagining me ringing his neck.

Haruhi ate her crab at incredible speed but I was content with just seeming violent for a second. Then I would cut my crab into pieces and dip them in butter, giving off a rather charming look.

Tamaki decided to baby us.

"Don't you think you've had enough? Give it a rest."

Haruhi said, "Excuse me? I thought that you weren't speaking to us."

She cracked a crab leg in half, sending a piece flying into his face.

I joined her. "That's what I thought too."

I twisted my own crab leg open, also sending a piece flying at Tamaki.

He glared at us.

"You two trying to be cute?"

I smirked. "We don't have to try." Twist. Crack.

Tamaki suddenly pushed himself up from the table, saying "Okay. Fine. I get it. It seems you refuse to admit that you were wrong. See if I care."

"And why are we the ones who are wrong?"

He turned to me & glared.

"We were the fighting good fight & did what we could to help. The last time I checked people got medals for that."

"People don't get metals for stupidity."

I glared right back at him

He was now walking a very thin line.

"Stupidity? What ever do you mean?"

"Kerushii, you almost died!"

"The key-word, 'almost', makes that fact dismissable."

"So, your life is dismissable? Why can't you just swallow your pride and admit that you can't take care of yourself?"

That did it.

I slammed my fist onto the table and shot up, tipping my chair over.

"I've been taking care for 3 god-damn years! And since when do you run my life? Don't EVER tell me what I can and can't do!"

I pushed my self away from the table & stomped out of the dinning room.

I went back to my bed room, seething with anger.

How dare he?

Who did he think he was?

I slipped my glasses off and grabbed my iPod & started listening to some piano music to calm me down.

I looked out my window to see a dark sky that was threatening rain.

It rained the night mom and dad died, too.

I could just imagine what had happened;

The rain was so heavy that it was almost impossible to see anything. And then that drunken bastard with his damn hummer had to be out and about.

The result of these things was simple.

I had to go everything alone.

I had to feed myself. Alone.

I had to go to school. Alone.

I had to feel heartbreak. Alone.

I had to deal with bone marrow that didn't make any blood. Alone.

And that… that male had the nerve to say that I couldn't take care of myself.

What did he know? He'd been living under hoity toity rich brat conditions since the dark day he was born. He couldn't take care of himself worth crap.

My thoughts where interrupted by movement in pocket.

My cell; a text message from Kyouya Ootori.

What the hell did he want? I was already in a bad mood.

Could you come to my room please? We have something important to discuss.

If it's so important why don't you just pick yourself up and walk down the hall to my room, lazy ass?

Think this through for a moment; do you really want me in your room? Where all of your secrets are waiting to be found out?

Be right there, asshole.

God, I was gonna go insane before this whole thing ended.

I walked down the hall to the butt munch's room and knocked.

"Come in."

I opened the door & stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.

Kyouya was just sitting in his room in nothing but pants, with a towel around his shoulders, drinking a water bottle.

He was, also, not wearing his glasses…which was a first.

"Am I interrupting the photo shoot?"

His face did not betray any sign of amusement at my jest.

"Kerushii, it time to set all jokes aside. We have business."

"Oh, this ought to be good."

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You know, Kerushii, because of what happened today, I had to send all the girls apology bouquets. The girls have been looking forward to this trip and that last thing we want to do is disappoint them."

"God forbid." I said sarcastically.

He ignored the joke.

"But, since you and Haruhi were responsible for the incident, I need you two to pay for the bouquets."

I rolled my eyes. "How much do I owe you?"

"300,000 yen."

I looked at him in shock. What were these bouquets made of, solid gold?

"Each bouquet cost 50,000. So the total cost was 600,000. Split that in half and you get the amount that you and Haruhi must pay me back; 300,000 yen."

I wanted to start arguing but then I remembered who I was talking to.

"Can I give you a down payment and get you the rest by the end of our graduating year?"

He looked at me with an unreadable face for a second.

"That can work… but since you're technically working for the club, there's another option open to you."

"I thought you were the type who takes cold hard cash when it comes to debts."

"I'm willing to make an exception."

I didn't like the tone of his voice or the look in eyes. Of course, that just fueled my curiosity to hear what this other option was.

"So what to I need to do?"

Kyouya walked up to me and looked me straight in the eye as he reached his hand behind me.

"Well, what do women…"

Suddenly, the lights went out.

"… usually do for men?"

It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was getting at.

"I'm so outta here!"

He slammed his other hand against the wall, blocking my way out of the room with his arm.

I glared at him.

"Come now. There's nothing wrong with paying for things with your body."

I got right up in his face.

"Neither you nor those flowers are worth it."

This time he got right up in my face.

"And what if I were to tell you that you didn't have a choice in the matter?"

"I would say you are walking a very thin line and are slowly coming closer to an ass kicking."

I ducked under his arm and started marching out of his room when he grabbed my wrist.

The lessons of my self defense classes started skipping through my mind as time seemed to slow down.

He started pulling me towards him.

I turned back to him.

I dropped onto my backside, tugging him downwards in an attempt to get him to let go.

But he hung on.

I kicked my foot out, instinctively, aiming for his tenderness.

He stepped to my right, dodging the kick.

Then, he stepped over me.

Now, was standing over me in a wide stance, his feet at my hips. And he still had a good grip on my wrist.

I was in shock; that move had always worked on other perverts. And he dodged it like it was nothing.

He took my moment of shock to make his move.

He stepped back and pulled me to my feet.

I went to kick him in the stomach.

He, once again stepped to the side, dodging the kick. And then, he swiveled his hip so that my leg would wrap around his waist.

He slammed me against them wall, pressing my leg to his hip and still holding a firm grasp on my wrist.

"You're making this too easy, Kerushii."

I gritted my teeth and glared at him.

I shot my left hand at him, aiming to break his nose with the heel of my hand.

He leaned his head to his left, dodging the blow.

He briefly released my right wrist and took hold of the left one.

Before I could move my right hand, he had both my wrists in his single handed shackle and he was pinning them to the wall.

He pulled me away from the wall, forcing me to hop on my lone leg.

He used all of his power to throw me towards the queen size bed.

Kyouya crawled on top of me immediately after throwing me onto the bed.

He used all of his weight to crush me under him, making it impossible to move my legs.

I pressed my hands against his shoulders, trying to push him off. He took hold of my wrists and pinned my arms down.

"Alight, I've had just about enough of these games."

"But the games have only just begun."

I struggled against him.

"You're wasting your time and energy. This is a fight that you can't win. And you have no one to blame but yourself."

He started kissing and sucking at my neck.

My eyes snapped open.

He was actually serious about this. He was really gonna do this to me.

I started to panic.

I thrashed my head about, trying to get him to stop but I think it just egged him on.

I could feel tears start to sting my eyes.

'No. Don't' cry. Don't beg. Don't scream. Don't show fear. Don't let him find a weakness.'

He lifted himself from my neck & moved to my chest. He took my sweatshirt zipper up in his teeth and slowly started unzipping me.

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye.

'Screw it.'

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I sucked in a big breathe and prayed.

I had one chance.

"HELP!"

Time stopped.

We both froze.

I felt him rise from my zipper.

"Since when do you scream for help?"

I snapped my eyes open to see Kyouya's blank face looking down at me.

He pushed himself off of me.

I shot up, keeping my eyes one him. What was he doing? Was this a trick?

He slipped his glasses on and turned back to me.

"Let me offer you a word of advice Kerushii. Before you tell people that you can take care of yourself…"

He offered me a hand.

"… make sure that you can follow through."

That bastard!

I jumped to my feet, with out any help from him, and slapped him right across the face.

He didn't make any move to stop me.

He just wore his blank face and looked at me.

It was then that I realized I was still crying.

I ran out of the room slamming the door behind me.

'Why? Why am I crying? Why does it hurt? Why do I feel like I've been betrayed again?'

I ran into my room, slamming and locking the door behind me.

I sank to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest.

My cell vibrated again.

Kyouya Ootori: Forget about the flowers.

I stood up and threw my phone across the room.

I ran my hands through my hair, trying to piece everything together.

My head hurt.

My neck hurt.

My chest hurt.

Everything hurt.

I crawled into bed, pulling the sheets over my head.

I cried my self to sleep and the rain pattered against my window.

Sorry for the long wait guys, but this was an important one so it had to be perfect.

Also, sorry for the length. I guess I got typing happy.

Also, just a little fact for anyone whose wondering. You guys know Kerushii's bone marrow problem. Well, I was actually diagnosed with that bone marrow disease almost 2 years ago. I'm not trying to look for pity. I'm just saying that that's where the idea came from.