Kaoru grumbled a bit, still sitting at the table where Dai had left him. How exactly was he blind? Sure he liked Rain...sure he didn't want to be rejected...but what does that have to do with being blind?
"Blind? Ha, I'm not blind!" Kaoru muttered, fingering the table cloth absentmindedly, but then he sighed as his confusion increased, "What am I going to do?"
Minutes passed by, Kaoru didn't notice, his circular thought pattern was mind tasking, the questions just continued to pop back up, not wanting to leave him alone.
What was he going to do about confessing to Rain?
How come everyone seemed to know about his crush except the very girl he was crushing on?
Why did everyone suddenly want to talk to him about his feelings for Rain?
Where was Rain?
Where was everyone else?
Why did Dai call him blind?
Once he tried to move on from one question another would come to mind, over and over. It was extremely irritating to say the least.
Just when the cycle of questions that never wanted to end was about to start tormenting him again, the sound of the door bell ringing brought him to his feet and he went to answer.
"Hello, may I help you," Kaoru greeted smoothly, slipping into his host club member confidence easily as he greeted the two men dressed in overalls before him, looking at him intently.
"If you're looking for Takao or Rain-chan, they're a bit busy at the moment, but I could leave them a message if you would like," Kaoru supplied as the men still said nothing. Only stood there, starring. Now, Kaoru was accustomed to starring, girls fawning over him, boys watching him in envy, people gawking at his red hair, or watching on in fascination as Hikaru and him talked in unison. Starring was nothing new to him, but these men were different.
These men were serious, intense, not like how Kaoru thought any country neighbors would be in such a small cozy town. They were odd with their fresh overalls and clean hands, as though they hadn't been working at all today when it was already at least 4 in the afternoon. Their faces were free of dirt or sun that Kaoru had grown accustomed to seeing on the hard working citizens of Owainkoto. Just who were these guys anyways?
"Yes," one of them finally answered, his voice curt, to the point, "I believe you can help us."
"Oh good," Kaoru said, feeling somewhat relieved they had finally spoken.
"We're from out of town and couldn't find a place to fix our car that broke down," the man continued, his voice formal and out of place, " Do you mind helping us?"
So they were from out of town, that made so much more sense.
"Sure," Kaoru agreed, stepping outside to walk with them to their car. He followed on after them, walking down the too long driveway to find a shiny black car sitting there, sparkling in the afternoon sun.
"So uh, what's broken?" Kaoru asked, brow furrowed in confusion as to how such a new looking car could be broken.
"Nothing," the other man finally spoke, "Now say good night."
And with a sudden bust of pain in his head, blackness took over.