Finally…here it is. I wrote the entire thing...read it...hated it...deleted it...and re-wrote it...I just want to warn you…it gets really cliché…sorry about that, but I had to do it. Yes, my chapters are short and this seems to be going very fast, well, all I can say is I don't plan to spend the rest of my life writing this fanfic…I'm not sure how many chapters there will end up being…5,6,7,8…123…I guess we'll find out. xD.

"…Tutor me…" Natsuki managed to say, before the world went black.

Shizuru rushed forward and managed to catch Natsuki before she hit the floor.

As she looked down at the girl in her arms, her clothing torn up and a little bit of blood leaking from long scrapes on her arm and leg; all Shizuru's mind could register was shock. But the shock was not from the state of Natsuki, it was from what she'd just said.

What? That's not right. She wants me to tutor her? No, this isn't right; I must have heard her wrong.

Shizuru was brought back to the present when she realized her hand was sticky and warm. It was the one supporting Natsuki's head. She carefully tilted Natsuki's head forward and pulled her hand away. It was covered in blood. She lifted the black tresses and saw a gash that was previously hidden by hair.

No!

Shizuru gently laid Natsuki out, and got a cushion from a chair to support her head. She then went to her desk and, her hand shaking, picked up the phone.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this," The doctor looked extremely nervous, "But she lost a lot of blood, and the blow to her head…"

"Is she going to be alright or not?!" Shizuru hardly ever let her guard down this much.

"I'm, uh, I'm afraid she's in a coma." He choked out. "Also, we don't know if there is any brain damage." The doctor winced as the waves of fury coming from Shizuru rolled over him. He scurried away.

This is all my fault. If I hadn't told her to tell me tonight…no, if I hadn't put her in that situation at all, none of this would be happening.

Shizuru was standing outside Natsuki's room. She'd been standing there all night.

Natsuki's left arm was broken, and deep gashes in her flesh covered her left side. The gash on her head throbbed. But she wasn't aware of any of this. She was trapped deep inside her own head. Memories flooded in and out, and she had no idea how long she'd been in the darkness.

"Natsuki," Shizuru leaned forward.

Natsuki backed away so quickly she fell off the couch.

"Natsuki!" Shizuru was chuckling. She had leaned to get the Champagne bottle.

Natsuki felt her face instantly heat up, as she stood.

"Have another glass," Shizuru said grinning.

When Natsuki awoke the first thing she realized was she was in a bed. Then she realized that she was not wearing anything. The third thing she realized was the most horrible.

"Good morning sleepy-head!" Shizuru said from her left.

NO! Why?! Why? Why…?

Kaiji Sakomizu approached Shizuru, as she stood outside Natsuki's room. "We found her bike." He began, "It was on the highway, not far from the School. The skid mark was about 70 meters long. We estimate she was traveling about 240 KPH." He paused and watched Shizuru. She looked absolutly awful. Her face which was usually perfect and calm was disheveled and worried.

"It's amazing she was able to walk all the way to the campus in that condition." He watched her, but there was no reaction visible. "Shizuru, go home and get some rest."

Now she looked up, her eyes were eerily hollow. "I'm staying here until she wakes up."

He shook his head, his afro wobbiling. "It won't do any good, she may never wake up from this, you don't need to put yourself out, if she wakes up they'll notify you."

Her eyes suddenly blazed with fury. "Go fuck yourself." She said it calmly, but the anger was evident, she then turned and walked down the hall.

With a deep sigh he left the hospital.

I was riding way too fast…not concentrating…pot hole…I did it to myself.

The last memory she had was now flashing before her.

OH SHIT! GOD DAMN IT!

Carefully she evaluated the damage.

Arm's broken…lots of blood…head…hurts…

I've got to get to her and tell her…

She somehow managed to rise from the wreckage that was her bike and a bush.

Where am I? Oh…this way…

Natsuki tottered toward the campus.

Fucking Hell! It hurts…got to tell her…

When she arrived at the door to Shizuru's office, she realized she didn't remember walking there.

She knocked. Shizuru said something, Natsuki couldn't quite register it. She opened the door. Her eyes were bleary, but she could make out Shizuru standing there, he face surprised. The woman rushed forward, but no…Natsuki pushed her away.

I have to tell her…

"…Tutor me…", then having done what she had come to do, she promptly blacked out.

Why? Why did I decide that? Did I make the right choice? What will I do?

Thousands of questions swirled in Natsuki's mind…she wouldn't wake until she answered them.

When finally she awoke, she found herself in a dark room. A digital clock showed the time to be…3:04 AM. As she grew accustomed to the dim light, she realized something was wrong.

My arm was broken…

There was no cast, but Natsuki was unbelievably stiff. She glanced around. Someone was asleep in a chair a few feet away.

Shizuru?

Her head was tilted back, her legs curled under her. But her face…it wasn't the same face. Before, her face had been that of a porcelain doll, but now, it was more natural looking. Not a shield behind which all feelings were hidden and carefully monitored…but an open honest face. Her face was also of one aged beyond her years.

"…Shiz…uru…" Natsuki found it difficult to speak…her word barely above a whisper. But somehow, Shizuru heard. Instantly her red eyes flew open and she sat staring at Natsuki for a whole minute, shivering.

"Natsuki?" Her voice was also a whisper. "Are you really awake this time? Or is this another nightmare?" Fear covered her face as she asked. She began rocking back and forth slightly. "It's just a bad dream…wake up…wake up!"

"Shizuru, I'm really awake." Natsuki tried to soothe her, but to no avail.

Shizuru screamed. She gripped her head, now rocking back and forth faster than ever. "Stop it! Stop…" She sobbed for several minutes mumbling incoherent words under her breath.

Natsuki finally managed to rise from the bed, despite her stiffness. She carefully approached the sobbing woman, and held her. "It's okay…it's really me…it's not a nightmare…" she spent hours whispering kind words to the broken woman she held, before they both fell asleep.