Chapter 14 – A Glorified Errand Girl: Requires proper stimulation
Kyoya awoke to an uncomfortable sensation of a pair of eyes drilling into his form. His eyes snapped open to glare at the girl perching upon the couch, shamelessly meeting his look with a deadpanned expression as if she had not been inappropriately scrutinising him in his sleep.
"Herbivore," he croaked, throat feeling dry and abused.
She rose from her castle of pillows in one smooth manoeuvre, shedding the blanket like a pair of wings. His jaw tensed as she closed the distance between them, his hands tightening around the handles of his tonfas beneath the blankets. The trickle of water into a glass cup filled in the silence, echoing off the white walls. She pressed the brim of the cup to his lips. His fingers closed around the cool glass wordlessly and she relinquished her hold on it.
"Do crying girls make you uncomfortable?" She said bluntly. It was met with resounding silence. Apparently his talkative streak from yesterday had passed just to be forever lost within his vocabulary of one syllable words and nondescript grunts. She shrugged off his gakuran top and draped it across his lap haphazardly. "I heard illnesses can sometimes fry your brain and compromise daily functioning, I'm sorry to see that become a reality for you." She extended a commiserating hand only for it to be swatted away like a fly.
"I am not bedbound Herbivore, don't make me bite you to death." He hissed through narrowed eyes, feeling a cough build uncomfortably in his chest and a swift wave of nausea.
"I give you an A+ for effort, senpai. Boy am I quavering in my ugly school issued sneakers."
The next second, her face was one inch from being force fed a metallic breakfast. She beamed, side eyeing the tonfa that had lodged itself within the wall quite spectacularly. The baleful look she received brought some semblance of normality that simmered an odd gratitude within her. Pressing two fingers towards his chest, a brilliant molten gold erupted from where she made contact and she gave a firm shove that essentially tucked the sadist back in his little hospital bed. She let out a genuine laugh at the enraged visage of Hibari Kyoya and leapt out the window with a salute.
The next day her wig had resumed its position on her head, guarding her viciously from the prying eyes of the student body and Takeshi in particular. The budding baseball legend had noticed the swollen eyes that morning and ever since had gaped like a fish above land, opening his mouth to ask if she was ok just to snap it shut again. Camille was absolutely content with having him partake in the guessing game of 'how serious is Mira's situation' and 'should I intrude on her privacy to find out' and thus made no attempt to address his restlessness.
When the bell rang, Takeshi was forced to return to class. He reluctantly eased out of the squat that he had been holding steadfastly for the last half hour beside her. Camille motioned him to wait, retrieving some items from her bag. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, her hand stuffing something into his jacket pocket. She ruffled his hair before standing up. Her eyes tell him she's going to be fine and he grins brilliantly in response.
Later in the evening, he found the items in his pocket that he had forgotten about throughout the day. His fingers closed around a hard plastic ball and a smooth piece of plastic, eerily similar in shape to a cat that his senpai favoured. A laugh escaped into the darkened street, scaring a stray into the bushes. He popped the candy into his mouth and displayed the Hello Kitty sticker proudly on the back of his hand and started for home knowing the next time he saw Mira, things would be the same again.
Hibari Kyoya woke up precisely at 5 in the morning feeling stronger than he had prior to the illness. It was strange the doctors had said. He shouldn't have recovered from an illness that intense in a day when he hadn't been showing signs of improvement at all. He assured the disbelieving doctors that he was fine, that it was ordinary for the non-ordinary to happen to the extraordinary, albeit in a less wordy manner and with more vicious swipes of the tonfa.
When the doctors had finally left him in peace, he pondered long and hard about the mystery that was his recovery. Until it all came back to him and he recalled the warm sear that spread through his chest like liquid gold, courtesy of his number one irritant. He clicked his tongue. If there was one thing Kyoya hated, it was owing people.
Back at school he chained himself to his desk to catch up on all the administrative details that he had garnered brief respite from just to have it come blasting its way back into his life, only now it was tenfold. He begun with the file at the very top of his urgent pile, opening it up to reveal a hooligan of unquestionable antagonistic character, sporting the most bite-to-death worthy silver hair and a sneer that was most definitely against the school conduct. He slammed the folder shut immediately, moving to the next matter at hand. He didn't need any more herbivores desecrating his school. Just the one was enough.
It was a full week of mind numbing school before anything of interest happened. Between Tuna Fish pining after Kyoko and Ryohei pining after more boxing enthusiasts and Takeshi pining after more time on the baseball field, Camille was officially over it. There were no more hits from Boss Dipshit which she suspected was her own fault for lashing out at him. The boredom now almost made her regret her decisions.
Someone please do something, she yelled into the sky.
And the sky answered. The fun is only beginning, Camille.
God? She said. Is that really you?
Of course it's me. Who else could it be? The voice replied from a suspiciously low vantage point.
Her eyes zipped downwards. "Please tell me you've brought Dorothy." The smile threatened to tear her cheeks apart.
A/N Yeah. I know. I also can't believe I'm still single.
Alright, alright. Address the elephant in the room; I haven't updated in over a year. My bad! People don't give uni as much credit as it deserves. Lord is it hectic. Anyway, double upload since this was quite filler. But pre-canon is officially over! Happy New Year!