HOPE YOU LIKED THE LAST CHAPTER D: I KNOW, I KNOW. MEGUMI IS PURE EVIL.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OHSHC IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. BUT AVIANNA IS MINE. :( SO MY LITTLE COUSIN WHO IS ALSO WRITING A STORY NEEDS TO STOP TRYING TO TAKE THE NAME. LOL NAH. SHE'S NOT STEALING IT. XD BUT SHE DID PUT IT IN HER STORY AT FIRST.
Chapter 11
My focus was mostly on the pain in my back and my right ankle but it was drug completely from it as Kyoya stepped forward and peered down the stairs at me, his eyes wide with worry.
"Megumi, what have you done?"
"K-Kyoya!" She stuttered. "She fell! I tried to help her but I couldn't grab her hand in time!"
His eyes didn't leave me for a second. Acting as if Megumi hadn't spoken, he ran down the stairs and knelt down beside me. "Miss. Yukimura! Can you hear me? Avianna?"
"You... called me by my first name." I said, barely hearing his or even my own voice through the ringing in my ears. As if on cue, my head began to hurt as well.
"Do you need me to call an ambulance?" He asked, his voice a little more clear. Considering that my back, my leg and my head were hurting, all a sign that I could have a broken bone or a concussion, I figured I did.
"Yes please." Afraid that the damage could be worse than is apparent, I didn't move my head at all. In order to look me in the eyes, Kyoya had to lean directly over me.
A phone was taken from his pocket right away and he proceeded to call for one. He explained to the operator that I had fallen down the stairs. As he spoke, he put pressure on my head with his fingertips. Seeing me wince, he told the operator that I might have a concussion. He then gave a description of where I could be found in the high school. We weren't at the main stairs so it might be difficult for them to find the very back stairway near the club room. When he had hung up, he proceeded in checking for any apparent damage.
"What hurts?" He asked, eying my head.
"My head and my back and my right ankle."
He reached down and began to prod my leg with his fingers. I didn't scream at the contact so that told me that it must not be broken. "It isn't broken. Might be a fracture... On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?"
He poked it again but it didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. His hands were cold and they felt good on my leg. "Only a five or six."
He nodded. "It might just be a sprain. Maybe not even that. I called an ambulance from an Ootori hospital. In just a few minutes, they'll be here."
"Is Megumi still here?" I asked, my head had tilted to the side so that the stairs were out of my view.
"No. She ran off. Did she push you?" The intensity of his stare told me that I couldn't lie to try and get away from Megumi's wrath. I'd just have to tell the truth and face the consequences.
"Yes." I confessed. He didn't seem surprised.
"This will warrant suspension for her. Any acts of violence means a minimum of five school days out and then she'll be on probation for the next month. That means she won't be able to attend the trip." He told me. I was pleased to hear that.
"Mr. Ootori. Is this her?" Someone said. Two emergency medical technicians suddenly came into view with a folded up stretcher in their hands. They laid it on the ground and began to ask Kyoya questions while feeling my scalp, my back and my leg.
"Can you hear us?" One of them asked.
"Yes. It just hurts is all."
They seemed to believe I was stable since they both crowded around me and began to lift me up and onto the stretcher before lifting it up from the ground and locking the wheels in place.
As they carefully carried it down the stairs, everyone flocked from the music room and began to follow the stretcher. I could only hear the footsteps of most of them but the hosts ran ahead to check on me. Judging by how many footsteps I heard, I guessed that a lot of girls had randomly showed up after I left the room.
"What happened to her?" Tamaki asked, learning over me as the stretcher was quickly wheeled down the hallway.
"She fell down the stairs. I'll explain everything later. I need you all to stay and help keep the guests under control. They'll try to follow if you don't."
Tamaki nodded and ran off. I could hear him trying to distract the guests with the promise of a game if they all returned to the room. The prize being a kiss on the cheek from Tamaki. That got them. When we arrived at the ambulance, Kyoya climbed right in with me.
The whole way there, I kept my eyes on Kyoya, only barely aware of the fact the technicians were trying to hook an I.V. up. Me and I.V.'s did not mix. When the needle penetrated my skin, I jumped. "Her veins keep rolling." One of the technicians said. "We need to have an I.V. in her arm now in case it's needed later."
Kyoya reached forward a placed a hand on my shoulder when I tried to sit up. I hate needles so much... "If you're really still, it'll be over with more quickly." He said softly. He moved his hand form my shoulder and held it out for me to take. Gratefully placing mine in his, I practically crushed his hand when the technicians tried to put a needle in again.
"We got it." One said before taping it on. By the time I was able to pull my arm back, the ambulance arrived at the closest Ootori hospital and wheeled me in. Since Kyoya was the son of the owner, he was allowed to go right back with me into the emergency room even though he wasn't related.
Kyoya waited outside of the room while a nurse carefully helped me put on a hospital gown and then I was directly wheeled into the x-ray room. After a few scans were taken, I was wheeled into the ultrasound room to check my head for a possible concussion.
Thankfully, nothing seemed to be wrong at all. The doctors told me that I had a small bump on the back of my head and that my ankle and back would be sore for the next few days. Their only prescription was Tylenol for any pain.
When the doctor left the room, the nurse allowed me to dress myself in my school uniform. When I was ready, she informed me that 'young Mr. Ootori' had contacted my brother and that he was on his way. Great... Getting up, I slipped on my shoes and went out into the hall.
"Why'd you do that?" I confronted Kyoya, who was currently sitting in a chair near the room. He stood when he saw me.
"Why not?" He asked, confused.
"I'm not talking to him right now..." I whispered, my angry eyes fixated on the tiled floor.
"They won't let you leave the hospital unless your brother signs you out."
Walking up to him, I sighed and leaned my head against his chest. He stiffened up for a moment in surprise before relaxing. "I really don't want to see him. He thinks I'm selfish for not wanting this engagement. Me. The selfish one..."
I felt his arms gently wrap around me. He seemed a little uncomfortable at the contact but he didn't push me away and I was grateful for that. I seriously couldn't face Mark right now if not for Kyoya being here too. When it was just me and Mark, nothing stopped him from telling me how selfish I was and how he'd never speak to me again if I backed down now and whatever thing he could say to make me feel overwhelmed and overemotional.
"Avianna." Mark's voice echoed down the hallway, making me tense up. Kyoya dropped one arm and used his free hand to push me back. Taking a step away from me, he gave Mark a formal bow of the head. Mark looked worried surprisingly. "Kyoya said you fell down the stairs. How did that happen?"
"Well it was just an accident. I-"
"You need to be more careful! If you were seriously hurt, your mother would kill me! Or worse, try to take you back to America. Like that would go over well with Mr. Ootori..."
"I'm fine..." I whispered, my angry eyes on the floor.
"Do you think you can return to school? I've got an important meeting with an investor and I really don't have time to make a stop by the house."
Kyoya stepped forward slightly. "After hitting her head, concussion or no, I think it's best if she go home and rest."
I heard Mark sigh. "I guess you're right. Come on. Let's sign you out."
I reluctantly followed Mark to the check out desk and watched as he quickly put his signature on a paper and reached into his back pocket to pay the bill directly. Kyoya was nice enough to walk me all the way to the town car that was waiting directly out front for Mark and myself. As he took my hand to help me into the car, he handed me my school bag. I thanked him for holding onto it for me and shut the door between us.
"Do you want to miss school tomorrow?" Mark asked after a minute of driving.
"I can't. I have testing tomorrow."
"You can make up tests." He mumbled as he pulled out his phone.
"Not these. These tests determine if I make it into the top ten for my grade. The top ten of each grade get to go on that trip I told you about." Today was only supposed to be a school wide study day. At least I wouldn't miss any tests.
"I'm not sure I want you leaving the city at a time like this."
I was quick at thinking of a reason to get him to allow it. "Kyoya's going. His father wants me to go too. It would give Kyoya and I time to get to know each other."
He glanced up. "I guess that's a good idea. Considering the circumstances. If Mr. Ootori approves than so do I." I glared out the car's window. He's such a suck up. It's not a partnership if Mark basically worships the ground Mr. Ootori walks on.
Mark practically pushed me out of the car when we made it back to the house. Running inside, Mari was waiting there for me. "Mark told me what happened. Are you alright dear?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Would you like anything to eat? I've been making a pot of stew for lunch. You can have some."
"Sure." I smiled but the smile faded when a very loud clap of thunder sounded, followed by heavy rain hitting the house. I guess that storm finally hit. Stew sounded especially good when it was either cold or stormy outside.
Mari sat my stew on a tray along with a spoon and a cup of juice and allowed me to bring it up to my room to eat. My leg was feeling much better thankfully. I didn't even feel any pain anymore. When I was seated on my bed with the tray, I reached into my bag and pulled out the study guide I had made for myself. I was pretty confident on my ability to pass the tests but I felt like some studying was in order.
Halfway through looking over my math notes, I saw something that looked incorrect. Reaching into one of the front pockets of my school bag, I tried to locate my calculator. Instead of grabbing a hold of just my calculator, my fingers touched a piece of paper. Pulling it out too, I read the phone number printed there.
When did this get there? I located my phone and typed the number in and clicked 'write message'.
To: Unknown Number
From: Me
Message:
Who is this?
While I waited for a response, I corrected the problem in my notebook and put my calculator back up. Not even a minute later, my phone buzzed.
To: Me
From: Unknown Number
Message:
You found my number. It's Kyoya.
I blushed bright red as I read the message. He slipped his number into my school bag? I quickly programmed his number in my phone.
To: Kyoya
From: Me
Message:
Oh, hi.
I sent it and mentally smacked myself. Not one of my most brilliant and thought out messages.
To: Me
From: Kyoya
Message:
My father has plans to go out tomorrow evening to eat. He wants you and your brother to come.
To: Kyoya
From: Me
Message:
Will you be there too? :/
To: Me
From: Kyoya
Message:
Yes. This is merely a get together for my father.
Nothing surprising will happen. Don't worry.
To: Kyoya
From: Me
Message:
Alright. So, what are you up to?
To: Me
From: Kyoya
Message:
In school, studying for tomorrow.
I smacked myself in the head. No duh. I knew that.
To: Kyoya
From: Me
Message:
I'm studying too. I'll leave you to it. I've gotta
go. Ttyl.
To: Me
From: Kyoya
Message:
Ttyl?
I laughed. I guess he wouldn't be exactly up to date on text message slang.
To: Kyoya
From: Me
Message:
It means 'talk to you later'.
To: Me
From: Kyoya
Message:
Ttyl Avianna.
His message made me feel almost as surprised as when he had actually called me by my first name earlier. Blushing, I put my phone aside and tried to focus on studying again. No such luck. My thoughts were just too jumbled. Giving it another five minutes of effort, I got up and decided to take a shower.
As the hot water beat down on my back, I thought about what I was going to do tomorrow if Megumi was still there. Would she already be on suspension by then? I really hoped so. It would be nice not to have to see her until after I returned from the week long trip. If I even got to go... I really hoped so.
Toweling off, I put on some pajamas and put all my effort into studying for tomorrow. 'I will pass these tests with flying colors', I mentally coached myself. 'I can do this'.
By the time I had finished my stew, I had finished the entire math and English section and had just begun History. Taking my tray downstairs, I handed it to Mari and ran upstairs, worried that Mark would show up at any time. I didn't want to have to face him again.
By dinner, I was feeling pretty confident about my ability to retain knowledge. Since I was gonna have to face Mark anyway for dinner, I didn't bother to dress for occasion. I walked downstairs in my pajama set.
Mark was already sitting at the table when I made it to the dining room, a piece of food in between his chopsticks. Sitting down, I gladly accepted my plate and dug right in. I could feel Mark's eyes on me.
"Do you think that wearing pajamas around the house before bedtime is appropriate attire for the future Mrs. Kyoya Ootori to wear?"
I was so taken off guard by his question that I ended up choking on a wad of sticky rice. Mari had been standing nearby. She ran forward and began to swat my back until I calmed down. Giving her an apologetic look, I took a big gulp of water and resumed eating.
"It's just us, isn't it? What's it matter if I wear pajamas around the house?"
He shrugged, looking frustrated. "I guess it doesn't matter. But you need to get home half an hour early tomorrow. We're going out to dinner with Mr. Ootori and Kyoya and I want you to have enough time to get ready this time."
"I know." I said casually.
"You know?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Kyoya told me. We are betrothed. No secrets." I meant this to be full of sarcasm but he took me seriously.
"That's a very good attitude to have." He smiled approvingly. I scowled at my food, wishing I could excuse myself but still wanting to eat. "Are you sure you feel up to going to school tomorrow?"
I nodded. "Completely." I am determined to do my absolute best on these tests.
Thankfully, Mark received a sudden phone call. He rushed from the room, anxious to answer it, leaving me to finish my dinner in peace. Finishing the final bite, I handed Mari my plate and went to one of the back hallways downstairs. It was already eight. I could spend the remaining couple hours before bed watching a movie. There was an entertainment room downstairs that Mark never used.
Picking out one of the few American movies he had, I enjoyed the comedy, my phone sitting beside me on the off chance that Kyoya decided to message. I went to bed that night in a very good mood. Funny movies usually did that. Making sure my school books were back in my bag, I put my uniform on a hook and crawled into the middle of the large bed with the alarm set for six.
That night, I had a nightmare that Megumi had snuck into the house. She backed me to the curved staircase and pushed me down them. When I bolted up in bed at five-thirty in the morning, I knew that there was no way I would be able to fall asleep again. I laid in bed anyway for that remaining half hour, trying to think of anything other than the nightmare.
When I got downstairs, Mr. Kobayashi looked extremely impatient. "I apologize but can we get going soon Miss. Yukimura? Mark needs me to get across town and pick something up for him as soon as possible."
"Mark can get his panties out of a twist." I told him bluntly before going to grab a green apple from the kitchen. I ate it on the way to school, not having the stomach to eat anything more substantial. I got out of the car quickly, not wanting Mr. Kobayashi to get into any trouble with Mark. Getting my bag from the floorboard, I shut the door and ran inside.
When I had made it to the hallway the club room was in, I instinctively glanced around, afraid Megumi would somehow not be suspended and would want another fight. The school was poorly lit this time of day which made me feel very on edge.
I practically ran to the club room. When I was inside it, I shut the door firmly and walked quickly over to a waiting Kyoya. "Are you alright?" He asked, seeing my nervousness.
I nodded. "I'm fine. Is-"
"She was suspended yesterday, shortly after I returned to school for the day. She won't be back until next Monday."
I sighed in relief then. Going to sit beside Kyoya, I grabbed the computer right out of his hands. "What do you usually do on here?"
"Lots of things." Was his only answer. He gently took it from me and sat it to the side like always. "How is your ankle?"
I moved it around a bit. "Good. It doesn't even hurt anymore."
Kyoya reached his hands out to me, his eyes on my ankle. A little surprised, I carefully lifted my leg into his hands, trying not to let my skirt rise up too much. I guess as the son of a medical company owner, he's got to know a little something about this kind of thing. He's probably got a future of working in the company as a doctor at the very least.
He felt around my ankle. He pressed somewhere, causing me to jump. "There's a bruise here." He murmured before letting go of my leg. I moved my leg back down and twisted it around a bit.
"It only hurts if pressure is applied to it so I'll be fine." I told him.
"Just be careful. It's not impossible to sprain it even now. There's already some bruising from the fall."
" Okay." I looked down at my leg, my skin feeling hot where his hands had been. I felt my face heating up and I tried desperately to stop it.
"Avianna." He said. I looked at him, still startled, each time he called me by my first name. He was leaning down now so that were at eye level. Gasping I began to lean back but he reached forward and placed a hand on the back of my head, stopping me. Narrowing his eyes, he leaned forward and brushed his lips very lightly against mine.
I didn't breathe. I couldn't. When he pulled a way after a few seconds, I stared at him with heavy lidded eyes. "What... was that for?"
Instead of answering, he leaned forward again and captured my lips in a firm kiss. Overwhelmed but willing, my eyes fluttered closed.