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Fujioka Haruhi P.O.V.
"My name is… Aika Ashur…"
Before I even knew what was happening, she was falling. Luckily, Mori lunged in and grabbed the poor girl before she encountered even more damage.
I should have caught her. For crying out loud, she was standing two feet away from me! I'm not very strong, though...
"Someone call an ambulance!" Tamaki-senpai yelled out, but somehow it didn't seem obnoxious or dramatic like his usual personality… he seemed genuinely concerned… but anyone should be in front of a dying girl.
"Mori, gently set it down, and let's continue discussing Host Club finances. One of the charity paramedics of the Ootori Corporation will come and see to her shortly," Kyoya said bluntly.
Really, Kyoya!? How could you say that when she's unconscious and dying right in front of you?
"We should take care of her! She looks like she's only fifteen… I'll give her some cake to help her feel better!" Hani-senpai enthusiastically stated, but even he wasn't exactly comfortable with the impending situation.
"Kyoya-senpai, you can raise my current ¥3,450,000 debt to ¥4,000,000 if you help this girl," I said. I am seriously going to regret how much this is going to raise my debt, but I need to help her somehow.
He considered the offer for a few moments, and he reluctantly agreed.
"I called the Ootori family hospital along with my limo. The hospital is expecting us and the car is within a 0.3 mile radius. Thankfully, it was reported that traffic is very light, so the driver should be here momentarily."
"Thank you, Kyoya." Tamaki-senpai is still having one of those rare moments when he is being responsible and mature. It's reassuring to know that he at least has an ounce of sense in his obnoxious persona.
Just then, I remembered Mori-senpai, who was still holding the unconscious girl.
"Mori-senpai, can you hold her a little longer?"
"ah," he replied back to me. Stoic as as always, Mori-senpai.
The limo pulled up to the curb, and the driver got out and informed us that everyone else should get in, but that Mori-senpai should go in last so that when we got out again, he could get the girl into the hospital as quickly as possible. That makes sense.
The ride to the hospital was silent, with the atmosphere in the car so tense that no one had the guts to speak. Mori-senpai's emotions were starting to leak on his face, especially since her blood from her wounds was seeping all over him. She's losing blood far too quickly. Wait, the hospital's in sight! Hang in there, Aika-san.
Ashur Aika P.O.V.
I slowly awoke in a hospital bed with fresh, clean linen. I can't tell you how long it's been since I've had a bed made out of something comfortable. The government officials at the facility (bleh) they used to keep me at gave me a metal bed to sleep on. It was extremely uncomfortable, to say the least.
I opened my eyes the slightest bit so that I could take in my surroundings. It was incredibly bright, so I needed to give my eyes some time to adjust.
I looked up to see… Fujioka-san. I think that's her name, at least. Also surrounding me were all of her friends she introduced me to earlier. Even the one with the jet-engine black hair and the shiny glasses was here. They all gave me some space, which was very nice of them.
I opened my eyes a little more, and the small blond, Haninozuka-san (I think that's his name,) seemed to notice my consciousness.
"Aika-chan, you're awake!" With that, everyone turned to look at me. I don't know what to do.
"How are you feeling, Aika-san?" Morinozuka turned to me. Everyone turned to stare at him like they had just seen a ghost. I wonder if he doesn't talk much, or something?
"F-fine… thank you…" I stated. I don't know if I can trust them, still. Do they know my secret, somehow? Blood tests or DNA tests can't uncover my heritage (or my species,) but they do draw a surprising blank. That's very suspicious.
They stared at me. They didn't say anything else. They probably wanted me to say something.
"The least I can do is tell you a little bit about myself, I suppose," I said. "But, could you please give me a question to answer? Not to be rude, but I'm not sure exactly what you want to know."
The Hitachiins (twins, huh? That's interesting… ) spoke up first. "Origin," they said. I laughed, but it sounded more like a cough. "Maybe something a little more specific?" I smiled so that they knew I didn't mind the question. I simply just don't know what to tell them. How about 'I come from a magical fairy tribe?'
"Ok, fine," they said simultaneously, "How did you end up on the street?"
Fair enough. I would probably ask the same question. I won't tell them the whole truth, but I will tell them part of it.
"I was chased by a group of men and women. For what, I'm not sure (lies… oh well.) I fought about four of them off (more like about two hundred, haha,) but they brought guns to the fight. I knew that no matter what I did, I couldn't win. They had the guns and the numbers, while I was unarmed and alone. I ran. Why I didn't try to go home… well… I don't have a home. My parents died a while ago. I'm the last surviving member of my blood line," I finished. Hopefully they won't ask why I didn't look for assistance from the government, because I think that the government's done plenty. I don't blame them, it's just that people need to learn that not everything new is a threat to society.
"I'm sorry to hear that. While there are plenty of charities out there, there aren't nearly enough to help everyone," Fujioka-san said. It's good that she included the last part. Now I won't have to explain why I didn't get help.
"What other questions can I answer?" I pursued. I want to answer questions to erase some of the obvious holes in my stories…
"I have one," Suoh-san said.
"Alright, shoot," I said. Everyone looked at me, their eyes penetrating into my skin. "Okay, perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say. I guess that after a few times of stuff like this happening, it just becomes a normal sort of thing," I said. Wait, crap. Did I really just say that?
"Wait, what do you mean 'a few times'?" Fujioka-san said.
"Ah… well…" I don't know how to respond. How does one correct a mistake like that?
"Aika-san, this wasn't the first time that something like this has happened to you, was it?" Fujioka-san figuratively nudged me into the "right" direction. I could tell there was absolutely no way I was getting out of this one.
"No, it hasn't been the first time this has happened to me." I stated, and quickly looking down at my bandaged hands, moving them ever so slightly.
"Ashur-san, I believe that now is the best time to inform you that the Ootori Corporation employs a private police force of one hundred, all of which have past undercover experience as some of the nation's best spies and officers," Ootori-san informed me. Wow, he's a jerk. He continued, "I suggest that you tell us about your situation. You should also know that the Ootori-corporation is covering your medical bills. Also, while I'm at it, would you care to explain why there isn't a single record under the name Ashur Aika?"
Everyone looked at him for a moment, and soon looked back at me.
I sighed, but looked at all of them with the eyes of a warrior. In this moment, I believe that all of them know exactly how much pain I've been through, and that I can't go on like this for much longer, even if I wanted to. Maybe it's time that I trust a few people with my secret. The only thing that I hope with all of my heart is that they won't betray that trust. Why I'm telling them, I don't even know.
With that, I transformed into my air form. While it is painful (and I can only hold it for a few moments,) there is no way out of this. A silver mist engulfed me, and all of Fujioka-san's friends leapt up, shock clearly on their faces. My scars vanished, and I tried very hard to push through the pain to continue the transformation. Actions are stronger than words. I need to show them who I am. In this form, I don a dove white halter top and white yoga pants of sorts, but the outfit still has a certain level of class while allowing me to move. My hair grew two feet long once more, staying the same blood red color, as usual. Fancy wooden sandals adorned my feet, and a comfortable silk train encompassed me. My favorite part about this form is my angel-like wings. They span four feet long on both directions, with seemingly delicate feathers surrounding them. It is truly a fairytale image.
I looked at all of them, expecting pure fear, but to my surprise, they all looked like they thought I was… unique… but in a good way. I couldn't hold my form any longer, though, and I collapsed onto the bed, coughing.
With my eyes closed, I explained my real story. I told them of my origins and all of the things, happy and sad, that I've been through. I finished with that, and I laughed, much to their surprise.
"I'm sorry, that's a lot to take in. Suoh-san, if I didn't already answer your question, I remember you had one," I smiled. This is the first time I've laughed in awhile. It's pretty funny seeing these complete strangers react to my story. They all look completely flabbergasted!
"Ahh… it's pretty stupid compared to all of… that… but what has your education looked like?" He said, albeit quietly.
I smiled, allowing him (and hopefully the rest of them) know that I'm not a mean person. I'm just different.
"Of course! It's not stupid, it's actually a rather good question," I said, and I continued, "I speak Japanese, Spanish, French, English, Italian, and Russian fluently, which I learned from my time in captivity, but I can't write in every one of those languages. Also, I understand math and science, but I'm not amazing at them… I'm also pretty good at sports," I said with a sheepish smile. For real, hopefully they'd guess I was athletic, so why did I say that?
Suoh-san pulled out his phone and called someone. "Hello, father… I was wondering if there was room for another scholarship student… yes… skills? She speaks six languages and is incredibly athletic… scholarship need? Uh… well… she's homeless…" he said.
I cringed. It's true, but it's still sad. I think a few of the others noticed my reaction, though. Morinozuka came over and put a hand on my shoulder. He is a very nice guy. Oh wait a minute, he was the one who carried me, wasn't he?
"Thank you, for carrying me. I'm so sorry for troubling you," I said. I feel so bad. He legit carried me into the hospital.
While Suoh-san was still on the phone with his father, I said to Morinozuka-san, "One of my powers is that I can use the carbohydrates in my body to create items.. Weird, I know…" This is the one power I can use without transforming into my air or water form. I pulled a grey t-shirt and black cargo pants out of my arms that should fit him. "I'm sorry I got your clothes all dirty before my bullet wounds were tended to… hopefully these should fit," I gave him a sheepish smile, and he returned a small one in return.
"ah," he replied, and he left the hospital room to go and change.
Well, that was awkward, but I couldn't just let him wear the same blood-stained clothes he was.
"Great news, Aika-san! You were accepted into Ouran Academy with a full scholarship!" Tamaki exuberantly said. I don't want to turn him down…
"Thank you… I really appreciate all that you guys have done for me…" I said, with tears in my eyes. I didn't want to be overdramatic, but I mean, maybe life is finally on the rise for me.
"Welcome to the Ouran Highschool host club, Aika-chan!" Haninozuka-san shouted.
Wow, that's really nice… wait, a Host Club!? What is that!?
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