Chapter Four
Another chapter graces the halls of Hunny ordeal.
Poor Hunny, for some reason I always make him the victim of plot..
(I say this because I have another FF in progress that I haven't posted yet, and Hunny is again, mistreated...)
When the search of the school grounds came up fruitless, Kyoya decided that they needed a new plan. He growled in frustration at Hunny's troublesomeness. Mori was starting to look like a lost puppy, so Kyoya had to appear calm for the sake of the senior.
"We should check the judo hall, he might have-"
"They would have called me."
Kyoya stopped, finding it hard to believe that Hunny wouldn't go running straight to Mori when things went wrong.
"What about at home-"
"They'll call too."
Kyoya shrugged. If Hunny wanted to make this more difficult, then, whatever, but didn't he realise he was hurting Mori?
"Don't worry." He said. "He'll turn up somewhere; we could leave some cake out for him…"
Mori looked at Kyoya doubtfully.
"I guess I'll go this way." He said pointing up the road. Kyoya shrugged and nodded. Mori wandered off up the street and, as Kyoya watched him go, he considered calling his police, but…
'No, that's much too much effort to put into looking for a boy who's been gone for less than an hour, I'll just look for him on foot.'
Kyoya walked further and further, investigating and dismissing rabbit farms, chocolate factories, cake stores and numerous other places dedicated to the sweet, cute and cuddly, but he found nothing. He was just about to give up and go home, when he saw a random pink sign that stood out against the gloom surrounding it. It read; 'Grandma Posy's Strawberry Farm'.
"A strawberry farm in Japan?" Kyoya wondered aloud, and then shrugged. What people chose to grow was none of his business, and if there was any chance of Hunny-Senpai was in there, he'd have to look. As he approached the driveway he noticed that the trees around it were overgrown and the sign looked faded, as if it used to be red, not pink.
"If he's not here I'm going home." Kyoya decided.
The rows of dead strawberry plants gave off a malevolent feel and Kyoya found he was walking with extreme caution.
'Don't be stupid.' He told himself, 'There's nothing a bunch of plants can do to you.'
He glanced around, and then yelled
"Hunny-Senpai?" Nothing moved. Kyoya started to feel quite stupid, until he heard a door slam somewhere deeper into the abandoned strawberry farm. He flinched as he suddenly got sprayed with water. He spun around to look for the perpetrator, only to realise that it was an old sprinkler system set off by his intrusion. Shaking his head in disgust, Kyoya continued to walk past the rows of plants, the constant smell of rotten fruit annoying from time to time. Then, at the edge of his vision, he saw an old shed. It was small and he doubted there'd be enough room for him to even stand up in it, but a small 18 year old boy who acted like he was 8 might be able to fit.
"Hunny-Senpai?" He called again as he pushed open the door. And there, on the floor, was the teary eyed boy; clutching his stuffed rabbit. Kyoya's notebook lay open on the floor at his head, displaying the last page that Kyoya had written on, his latest journalistic entry. Kyoya blanched, and not just because Hunny had read his journal, the top left-hand corner of the book was splattered with blood, and Kyoya knew that the blood had come from the cut that was less than three centimetres above Hunny's eye.
"Ah…" Kyoya said, "There you are." He felt extremely awkward; a new experience that he didn't care to repeat.
"Kyo-Chan?" Came Hunny's quivering voice from behind the rabbit's head. Kyoya braced himself for the worst.
'He'll hate me, I don't blame him.' He thought.
"I'm sorry!" He cried, tears streaming down his face as he struggled into an upright position and reached for the notebook. Kyoya was genuinely startled. He wasn't expecting that reaction.
"What?" He asked without thinking. "What are you sorry about?"
Hunny stood up shakily and tried to put the note book in Kyoya's hands.
"I read your notebook, Kyo-Chan." He sobbed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't know it was a diary, I-"
"It's alright," Kyoya said, taking the notebook. "Technically, you were given it. I'm not angry at you."
Hunny looked slightly less terrified, and then said;
"But I made it all bloody." He pointed at the stains on the cover. Despite the fact he was sure the stains would be permanent, Kyoya couldn't help but chuckle.
"I was prepared for blood after I threw it. You have nothing to be sorry for." He took a deep breath and hurried on before he lost the courage to say what he had to say.
"I'm sorry Hunny-Senpai; I didn't mean to hurt you."
Hunny looked at him in child-like naivety.
"That's okay Kyoya."
Kyoya sighed.
"I suppose I should call Mori-Senpai now, and get him to pick you up."
He reached for his phone. Hunny shook his head.
"I wanna go home with you, Kyo-Chan."
Kyoya shrugged and dialled his driver's number.
Hunny watched in fascination as Kyoya spoke on the phone.
"Ah, yes, I need you to come and pick me up… I'm at 'Grandma Posy's Strawberry Farm'… Yes, I am aware it is no longer operational…yes, you could say that…Thankyou." He snapped the phone shut and slipped it back into his pocket.
"Now we wait." He said pleasantly.
They only waited 15 minutes before the Ootori's sleek, black limousine made its appearance outside the decommissioned strawberry farm. As Hunny watched Kyoya gracefully slide into the car, he contemplated what he had learnt about the apparently cold boy. As the limousine started to move, Hunny smiled at Kyoya, who sat on the other side of the car. Hunny now knew that Kyoya wasn't a rotten strawberry, just a strawberry trapped in a cage, longing to be free.
So, what do you think?
This is temporarily the end...
but, if you think it should keep going, then I can write more
but if no-one tells me to, I'm going to leave it here..
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