Chapter 10: Valentine's Day
Chapter Prologue
"I'm not going to school."
"..."
Kyouya was for the most bizarre reason (which I will not mention because I can't think of anything strange enough...that's how strange it is!), at Mori's house. He excused it as not letting anyone escape from his reign of terror and fear at school, but who knows. It's Kyouya...he might have some hidden ulterior motive.
It was Valentine's Day and the only way she'll go to school and face those mobs of females if the devil threatens to torture her and take away her stash of chocolates (they were Belgian!). Unfortunately, the devil did come that day. In the form of her wonderful neighbor and not only did he threaten her with torture and the destruction of her chocolates, but also the revelation of her true gender! That was a bit dramatic, but meh.
So the prefect, not wanting to miss out an amusing show (AKA watching her run away from rabid girls who think she's a guy), dragged a crying Mori by the ankles all the way to school. Literally. You can follow the screwed up sidewalk where she tried to grab onto something to stop their advancement to school. The cement was pried off and crumbled!
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Real start of Chapter
After finding and losing ten hiding places to the Disciplinary Committee, Mori realized that Kyouya had assigned every single one of his subordinates to making her life that day a living hell. Apparently, the prefect people were ordered to reveal every single hiding place she had to the girls who were chasing after her, armed with chocolates and flowers and all that stuff.
It was hell.
Kyouya was quite sure he's never seen the girl lose her nerve to this extent before. Not even that time where he beat the living hell out of her for throwing snow at him. She was practically screaming and spazzing and running like the devil was chasing her the entire day. He winced as she rushed right by him. About half of the school's female population followed.
"WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE KYOUYA HATE ME? WHY DOES HE HAVE TO MAKE ME MISERABLE?!"
Maybe he should take it a bit easy. Oh god, even Hibari Kyouya was feeling sorry for her. She must look pathetic. And she did...
Just then, Mori found herself in a dead end. The only way to escape the oncoming onslaught of girls was out the window. They were on the third floor. That was not a good option. "Oh god. I'm dead." She thought, hearing the swooning and screaming of girls closing in. And they came.
"Fujisaki kun, would you take my chocolates?"
"No, mine first!"
"Take mine, take mine!"
The female students looked at her with adoration in their eyes. Mori felt herself sweat as she backed away.
"Eh...I don't like...chocolates..." she stammered, feeling herself backing in the window. Kyouya, who was watching with quite some amusement lingering in his dark eyes, frowned and began heading towards the stairs. He was going downstairs. Suspicion told him he'd better be there for some reason he didn't even know. Well, he knew, but just didn't realize why he should be doing it.
"Oh, but I have roses!"
"Me too!"
"Mine are white!"
"Eh..." Now maybe jumping out the window was a good option after all. She was suffocating from the mass of body heat surrounding her. She tried backing up just a tiny bit more. Bad move.
And, with the girls pressing in, she was almost literally pushed out the window. "Crap." She caught the edge of the window with her left arm (right one still broken) just in time. "Phew...I'm saved." There were screams and cries above her as the students realized where she disappeared off to. "It's their fault in the first place." She thought bitterly, feeling her grip slip by the moment. There was some confusion as the girls tried to grab onto her hand, in the process accidentally loosening her grip. After a few seconds, she automatically let go. Her fingers really hurt from the scratching caused by the rescue attempts. ATTEMPTS which failed pathetically.
It was really uncomfortable, falling to sure doom. Especially when the person falling is upside down. How the hell did she get upside down in the first place? Anyways, that position provided a rather disturbing view of the ground, which comes closer every second, just waiting to be splattered with her remains. She stared at it. "Mm...This isn't good. But I really don't want to use that..." Which could save her. But she was too lazy to use it at the moment. Death can't hurt that much, right?
However, she didn't fall on the ground and make a nasty mess, where her blood and bones go splat across the pretty white cement which she had admired her very first day here. Instead...
"Kyouya? What are you doing here?" Mori blinked, finding that she had a rather soft landing. "You're not an angel, right?"
"..." That's just something...not possible.
Yes, she fell straight into the arms of the Disciplinary Committee head. That was something new.
"Mm...You saved me." Idiot states the obvious. "Arigato." And they both looked up at the window she fell out of. "That looks really high. I probably would've died if I landed." She said cheerfully, pointing at the window and not looking rattled at all. "Then my brains and blood would make the school grounds more colorful. I bet it was stain for a long time! Like it did to your shirt." Yeah, his shirt was still kind of orange red shaded from her blood during that fateful day with the snowball fight.
"You're too troublesome." He muttered, dropping her rudely, then cursing as Mori clutched onto him.
"I don't want to fall!" she clung to his neck, looking down on the ground.
"Get off."
She sighed before gingerly clambering off him. "Oh yeah, I wanted to asked you something." She clapped her hands together in some sort of mock prayer. "Please let me stay at your reception room. I don't want to deal with those girls again."
That was surprising. He didn't recall anyone ever asking something like that in all his three years in this school. That was somehow expected. People in Namimori had self preservation, as strange as it might seem.
"No."
"Aw, please?"
She was awfully suicidal today, wasn't she?
"Fine." Mori pouted. "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind if...mm..." She had a strange look on her face that Kyouya hadn't seen before. Somewhere in between her thoughtful and evil look, which made a rather disturbing combination. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant appearance, but it did make the prefect feel like she was planning something evil. Which she was.
"Then, you wouldn't mind if I tell those female aliens (a rude way of saying unwanted fan girls) who caught me and saved my life?" Oh god, she's being evil! That's just not good. "Mm...And I guess it wouldn't hurt to add a few white lies, ne? Kyouya? It's not like your reputation as a really evil vampire will be obliterated, right?" That smile was bittersweet. This is truly the extent Mori will go through to get away from those maniac females, huh? Kind of sad.
An awkward silence. Finally...
"As long as you keep your mouth shut for the time..." Mori made a victory sign, which earned her a half hearted, but still painful punch from the prefect. Such a humiliating experience. Getting blackmailed by a barely sane thirteen year old little girl. Who cross dresses...
"To the reception room!!" She made some sort of a Lewis and Clark pose before dragging him off. She was unusually strong for a girl...
"..." The humiliation...it burns...
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"I forgot how pretty your room is..." Mori said, curling up on the nearest couch. "I like it here! Can I come more often?"
"..." Of course not. What did she expect? Actually, quite a lot, surprisingly. Just...she was rather delusional person.
With a sigh, she laid down. "I'm beat. I've been running from those girls all across the school nonstop since morning." She sighed. "This is my first time resting too. I should thank you for saving me." She frowned. "Twice if you think about it. Once for letting me into your room and...Uh...I can't remember the second reason. Cause...you helped me find hiding places? I really can't recall...hm...Strange..." She didn't even remember it was him that revealed her hiding places in the first place!!! Oh, the patheticness of her memory...if that's a word.
Kyouya distantly recalled that her memory takes a turn for the worse on holidays. Guess she was right. She couldn't even remember falling out the window.
"Itai, I sat on something in my bag." Mori winced as she pulled out her black school bag. "Oh, it's these. Huh? It appears that I've given Sawada san, Yamamoto kun, and Gokudera all theirs, though. Oh, Sasagawa's is gone too. So I must've met him sometime today." She mumbled, digging through god knows what in her bag. "Where is it..."
He suspected it was something strange. And he was right. Just not in the way he thought...
"I found it!" Mori triumphantly pulled out...a box? But not just any box! A box wrapped with shiny blue stuff and tied with a ribbon and even...gasps...decorated with a bow!!!!!! The glory! And just what was inside there...explosives? Either that or illegal drugs, Kyouya suspected. So he was rather surprised (no expression) when she held it to him. "You can have it! As thanks for...uh...whatever you did to help me...its chocolate!"
"..." Now, Kyouya had every reason imaginable to believe that whatever was in there was either poisoned, trapped, rigged, etc. Mori acted really sweet sometimes, but past experience told him that she could be just as much of sadist as himself when she wanted to. "I don't eat sweets."
"But it's dark chocolate." Mori pointed out. "Because I always thought you weren't the kind of person who ate anything sugary, so I found a really bitter brand for you. You like bitter stuff right?" she smiled innocently. "Because your expression makes you look like you always have something bitter in you mouth." Oh, that was really nice. "And I thought none of the girls would like you, so you should get at least something, ne?" She looked like she was giving compliments, but...
Ignoring her, Kyouya went to his desk to start his work. "Get out as soon as school's over." He muttered, giving a tired glare at the waiting paperwork sitting neatly on the surface of the desk.
"Here." She tossed the box lightly at him. He made no movement to catch it and the box clattered on the table. "Boo...Kyouya, you were supposed to catch it." She hung her head. "Ma...I'm going to sleep." And she did just that, not even noticing the warning glares she was being treated with.
With a sigh, he tried...tried to divert his attention from the sleeping girl to his work. But even so, he couldn't help notice that, in her peaceful and non annoying state, Mori was an exceptionally pretty girl. Very exceptional, to be exact. Now that all the scheming and plotting and whining and pleading and annoying expressions were gone from her face, she really did look quite cute, curled up like that with her lashes curled against her pale cheeks and her rather short blue (he always thought she had dyed her hair, but it looked natural) locks of hair spread against the leather of the couch and her lips curled into a slight smile at whatever insane dream she was having at the moment. Probably involve killing those girls.
And after a minute, Kyouya caught himself staring at her for a really uncomfortable length of time. Resisting the urge to bang his head on his desk (which he does! Just doesn't show it to public! What? Even Kyouya has some stressed times, right?) and going over to beat Mori up for diverting his attention, he almost literally threatened his own mind to go back to his work. Seriously, if he were any crazier, then he might have aimed a gun at his head.
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It was dark when Mori woke up. Which was not at all a pleasant experience because she couldn't get an immediate view of her surroundings and for all she knew, she could be in a terrorist's hostage room. Which was the first place to come into her thoughts. But still.
Anyhow, her memory, which was somewhat sharpened by the darkness (creepy), finally reminded her that she was in the reception room. Except...Kyouya wasn't there. No duh, it was three in the morning...according to the glow in the dark clock on the desk anyways. She was somewhat surprised when she found a coat covering her. There was a red armband on it, bearing Disciplinary Committee in yellow words. She remembered seeing it on Kyouya's coat.
So, this must be Kyouya's coat, right? Yes, she was so much better at this kind of solving at night. Even though it really didn't require that much thinking in the first place. "Kyouya's becoming nicer." Mori thought brightly. "Hm...I wonder what I look like with his coat on." Ridiculous. The shoulder area was too big, the ends of the sleeves flopped downward, too long for her arms, and the end of the coat went halfway to her knees. She took it off, looking rather disappointed.
That was when she noticed a flash of white on the contrasting black fabric. It turned out to be a piece of paper pinned to the coat. There was a note from Kyouya, telling her to lock the Reception room's door and the school gates and stay out of his sight for the next week if she wanted to live.
However, the only thing she really noticed was...prints? Now that her pupils had adjusted to the darkness, she could clearly make out a small set of dark brown fingerprints at the corner of the paper, most likely placed unintentionally. There was a strong smell of chocolate to it.
"Hm? Looks like my choice for Kyouya's treats were accurate." Mori mused, shoving the slip in her bag, along with Kyouya's coat. She'll iron it later, but she didn't want any more carrying.
As she passed Kyouya's office desk, she didn't notice a thin, elegant white box lying on the polished wood. The cover was lying, abandoned with its carefully put bow and there were torn pieces of ribbons and shiny blue paper surrounding it. The box was empty and had a heavy scent of dark chocolate to it. If Mori HAD noticed it, she would've found that it was a very familiar box.