"Come on Youshi, its not that hard. Just listen to the music. Now, one, two three, one two, three."
Ai could tell how nervous the boy was, and tried to take it slow, but she was frustrated. It's just easy for you because you have done it all your life. He hasn't. She hid a cry when he for the fifth time stept on her feet. "I'm so sorry." "It's okay. I knew the risks." She smiled to calm him down, evn though she was pretty sure one of the nails woudl later fall of. "Come on count out loud. One, two, three." "One, two, three." "One two three." "One, two, three."
The dancing couple stopped and both looked at the man standing in the door. "Kyoya." The name passed her lips before she could stop herself. She quickly let go of Youshi. She didn't even know why. It was he who regected me. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but Haruhi has dinner ready." Ai, biting her lower lip, nodded. "Okay, Youshi, can you look up?" "Yes." He sent Kyoya a sceptical look, aware of Ais reaction.
"Is it okay to walk with him? If you want I can follow you home?" Ai looked at Kyoya and realised something. He couldn't hurt her anymore. He had hurt her in the worst possible way, and nothing he could do or say would ever hurt so much as back on the boat. "He can't hurt me." She could see Youshi doubted her, but nodded agreeably anyway. She grabbed her jacket and left, followed by Kyoya.
"So, how long have you worked here?" "About a month. Since I was disowned. I couldn't let Haruhi and her father pay for me." She laughed, trying to lighten the mode. The silence was killing her. She became more and more chatty. Trying hard not to be drawned into his power again, not knowing if she would survive if she did.
"How are your sisters?" "I haven't talked to them since…" Her voice faded as guilt caught her. A promise ringing in her ears. "So, who was that boy?" "Someone I work with. They are having a ball soon, and he was scared because he didn't know how to dance." "No that was clear."
She turned, and her laughing eyes looked with his. "Jealous?" He pulled her against his body. Seconds later she could feel a car passing behind her. But he didn't let go of here for several minutes. "Insanely."
"Good."
Kyoya followed her with his eyes as she danced down the street to music only she could hear. He laughed as she jumped from side to side. She looked over her shoulder at him. "What are you laughing at?" "You." She smiled, pretended to be hurt, and the continued down the road.
I love her.
Kyoya hade thought saying it would scare him, but it didn't. He loved her. He loved the way she moved. The way she tilted her head as she looked up at him. He loved the look in her eyes when she talked about her sisters, or Haruhi. She almost ran up the stairs, and he took the steps in two and two at a time to reach her.
He loved her. He loved the way she smiled at him. The way she opened the door. He loved her. He loved her. "I love you." She stopped with her back to him. The apartment became quiet as the grave. "Really?" He turned her around, forcing her to look at him. "Yes, I love you." She went for her bag, almost desperate. "Don't say that." "Why not, it's the truth." "Because I went through hell last time trying to forget you. You have no right to put me trough that again. Especially after last time." He hated to ask, but something inside him had to push it. "Last time?" "The boat. When my father disowned me."
He couldn't say anything. There was nothing to say. "I'm not that hungry Haruhi, sorry for the commotion." She wanted to go pass him as a weird, familiar sent hit him. With on motion he forced her towards the wall and pulled down to revel a wound on her left shoulder. The sent hit him with full force, and there was no longer any doubt. "It's infected, you have to go to the hospital." Her eyes widened as he let her go and pulled up his cell. "No." Her voice was weak and shaky. Like she wasn't sure what she said. "Your sick, I'm calling my driver so we can get you to a hospital."
"No. You're not my fiancé anymore, you can't tell me what to do."
He had stopped, his cell still at his ear, but she could see he didn't listen to it. She wanted to hurt him. Hurt him the way he had hurt her. Deserted her. Rejected her. But there was something else too. If he did this, and left she would die. She wouldn't survive. She needed him away. Away and hurt. Like she was.
"You said it your self. You don't do anything that doesn't give you merit. And you have made it quite clear that I give you no merit. Why else did you reject me at the boat? When my father disowned me?" "Lets not forget how this started with you being unfaithful to me." Ais head throbbed, and her left arm was numb. Haruhi rose. "You have to tell him Ai." "No Haruhi." "Tell me what?" The throbbing became worse. The room started spinning. "You gave me your word." "He has the right to know." "What are you talking about?"
Her left arm tingled, and a pounding had gone from her arm and down her spine. "They were talking about killing me. Ai convinced them to let me go in exchange for her having sex with the leader." Ai had to close her eyes since the light was hurting them. Now he would never go away. "Ai is that true?" Ai swayed as a smell of rotten apples hit her nose. "Ai?" She fell trough the floor.