I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA OR OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOSTCLUB
Ad Meliora
01
Ootori Kyoya was tired.
He's always been. For someone as hardworking as him, being tired is nothing new but he won't deny the fact that the weeks that passed have been more brutal than usual. At 17 years, he's a highschool student juggling three jobs, two of which where night shifts, had to take care of a black cat that has it in him to shred away at his furniture, and has to constantly watch over a blonde idiot who proclaimed to be his best friend.
So yes, he is very tired.
And you'll even be more tired if you keep stressing over things that cannot be helped. He scolded to himself as he stepped out of the convenience store from where he had brought his meagre dinner of instant ramen and eggs.
He zipped up his jacket a little more and briefly wondered why it's so damn cold all of a sudden as he began walking home, ragged sneakers crunching over the dry leaves scattered on the sidewalk. It wasn't much, his home that is, just a one bedroom apartment with hand me down furniture and a rickety old fan that creaks whenever it turns left.
It's not much but he's not really the materialistic type.
He spun around a corner and squinted at the dark road, the flickering light from one of the posts must've finally kicked the bucket and died. Talk about proper maintenance. He sneered. The playground near his home was empty considering how it's already 9pm and Kyoya ignored the time because he still had to do his homework and the promise of another night with incomplete sleep is nothing unusual.
His job(1 out of 3) as one of the helpers in a flower shop(of all things) might be tiring since they particularly like to close down pretty late but the pay is good and the old lady that was his boss was pleasant enough, so he doesn't really mind going home late. The neighborhood of his apartment isn't what someone would call high-class per say but it's safe and he never really got in trouble ever since he started working on the shop.
So it was a complete surprise to the bespectacled boy when he was rudely grabbed out of nowhere and he cursed as he heard the breaking of his eggs when the bag he was holding fell out of his grasps. Those are the good ones too and they cost more than normal!
"Give me your money." he wrinkled his nose at the foul breath of his assailant and almost turned his head away if not for the cold steel held by his neck.
Just my luck. The grip of the bastard on him was tight, fingers closed around his jacket and he almost snarled at the man cause he's obviously wrinkling the damn thing.
"Do I look like I'm teeming with cash hm?" His friends always did told him that his sarcasm isn't really the best kind of defense mechanism to use but old habits die hard. Mr. Robber obviously didn't like it either and Kyoya hissed when he felt the blade break some skin.
"I'm not fucking joking!"
"Oh, I assure you you're not the only one." He was then suddenly pushed and his arms automatically spread to help him gain some balance and almost immediately, he dove after his fallen bag of now broken eggs and rounded at his new friend.
"I hope you have full intention of paying me back for my eggs." Kyoya is smart, but he's not wise.
Usually when you get grabbed in the middle of the night with the promise of bodily harm, you run the moment you can, not demand any sort of compensation for whatever eggs that may have been broken.
The man in front of him might be a good-for-nothing piece of shit but he's got enough brain cells to know that the Ootori's stupidity was certainly out of the norm.
"You're fucking crazy!" the man shouted, spittle sprinkling between gaping teeth and Kyoya crinkled his pointed nose at it.
"Just pay me for the eggs!"
"I'm trying to rob you!"
"And I'm hungry!" The absolute incredulous look on the dirty man's face was almost enough to make Kyoya chuckle until anger replaced it and it was then that his brain regretted the fact that he didn't run when he had the chance. With a raspy yell, the robber swung and he stared wide eyed at the sprinkle of hair that got hit by the blade and backpedaled away until he fell on his ass.
"Wait-" he raised his arms in a show of surrender but it appears to be that his stupidity set off the killing intent from the old man.
Killed because you can't just let a couple of eggs go. Lovely. If not for the fact that he's literally staring death in the face, Kyoya would've made an effort to talk back against his inner monologue and defend his love for eggs because damn it he needs his protein!
Here lies Ootori Kyoya, a boy who loves his eggs, and now he's dead.
"Can't you bastards see there's someone trying to sleep here?" was what he heard until something black and small sailed from across the park and nailed the poor robber right on the face. The object richoched from the impact and Kyoya owlishly stared at it.
'Is that a… Shoe?' He felt the amount of question marks that popped up from his question alone and Kyoya turned around to look for his impromptu Cinderella hero. Blue eyes framed with dark circles greeted him back from the shadows and he squinted his eyes to see better. The outline of his savior became more pronounced as they hobbled their way towards them and Kyoya can almost see the white material of the coat they were wearing.
Nothing can truly prepare him when his knight in ragged lab coat finally stepped into the light and he almost fell at the sheer absurdity of it.
"Higurashi-sensei?" He hissed at his homeroom teacher.
Disoriented eyes blinked at him and he saw her brows crinkle in confusion, trying to recognize the blob of scruffy jacket and shining glasses by her feet.
"Oya? Ootori is that you? What are you doing here so late at night?" she slurred.
I should be the one asking you that! He remembered her earlier statement and immediately added- And what do you mean you're trying to sleep here?!
"You fucking bitch-" Kyoya then recalled the other member of their party and stiffened when the man stepped over him, holding his knife against his teacher who looks like she's a couple of seconds shy from tipping over.
"What are you doing to my precious student you asswipe?" she drawled in her usual, lazy, deadpan manner and Kyoya nearly shrieked at her to just fucking book it.
Without preamble whatsoever, the robber suddenly charged ahead and Kyoya bunched his muscles up in preparation for a tackle, not really keen on witnessing his sensei with a hole stabbed through her.
She sleeps during her period and Kyoya likes taking advantage of it to get some shut-eye himself and he won't be able to do it if she's dead.
"Tch." With a click of her tongue, the raven haired woman stepped over and delivered a quick one-two combo. Her fist was a blur when it dug itself on the man's plexus only to pull back and strike at the robber's jaw, successfully knocking the man out cold in point two seconds.
Kyoya fell back on his ass, out balanced from his tackle position by what he saw.
What the hell-
"You okay Ootori?" she had the gall to ask him before taking a swig from the bottle on her other hand. She burped and Kyoya's glasses tipped over his nose.
What kind of teacher are you?!
"Higurashi-sensei what are you doing here?" He instead asked. The woman shrugged and offered a hand to pull him up which he accepted, once more blinking in mixed awe and disbelief at how easily she hauled his ass back up.
"Just taking a break." Kyoya raised a brow at that and wondered what exactly is Higurashi-sensei's definition of a break. Sighing in defeat because it's late and his eggs are still broken, Kyoya walked over and picked up his forgotten bag. He stepped over the unconscious old man and paused for a second before relenting and giving the body a small but strong kick.
That's for my eggs, asshole.
"Im fine Higurashi-sensei. Thank you. Are you alright?" He fired back when she asked him if he's okay once more and she tipped over and Kyoya automatically held her steady.
"Yeah, yeah Im fine-" she drunkenly told him despite leaning back to him for support. Taking advantage of their proximity, Kyoya observed his ragged teacher and marveled at how she almost looked beautiful with her eyes closed instead of the normal tired expression she has almost 24/7.
She was an infamous instructor on Ouran High, a science teacher who constantly wore an obviously well worn lab coat(even during summer) and stinks of perfume and cigarette smoke. Higurashi Kagome was her name but students call her Ms. K most of the time and she gets along with the school's delinquents and was even rumored that she smokes with said kids on the school's rooftop. Kyoya doesn't believe them however, mainly because she's too stingy when it comes to her cancer sticks and even saw her cuff a student one time when they tried to steal one.
It's easy to say that she'd got a bad rep especially amongst the faculty but no one can really do anything about it for some reason. She's not really that bad, just… unorthodox. Tamaki(the blonde idiot mentioned earlier) even likes her enough so he was, by extension, also tolerant of the teacher who looks as if she's angry at the world and everyone in it.
And by that, he means he can't really just dump her in the park bench to spend the rest of her drunken night in.
"Come on Higurashi-sensei." he tried to shake the woman awake but the blasted drunkard was absolutely wasted and he closed his eyes so he could count to ten and back.
No use getting angry now.
Higurashi-sensei shifted and he thought she'd be able to walk on her own after all and nearly sighed in relief-
Until she gagged and promptly puked all over his sneakers.
Hikaru would've been proud at the amount of curses that spilled from Kyoya's mouth.
(Unbeta-ed and unchecked)
New story about a normal/commoner Ouran Cast and a Kagome who's got no more shit to give. What can I say, I love my AUs.
R&R~
「And thus I wither」