-1AUTHOR'S NOTE :Thanx for all of the reviews. It really inspires me to hear how good this fic is starting to turn out. I'm sorry I've taken longer than usual to update this story but I had to go back to chapter 3 to change a few minor things that threw off my plot or sounded really weird. Also these teachers keep loading me up with TONS of homework so I've only had time here and there to type it up.

I won't give it up so please just be patient.

Chapter 4:

Yoh's head was the first to register the pain. It throbbed with the rest of his body as he laid on

the brilliant white hood of a Toyota…or was it a Nissan? Yoh could never really tell the difference

between Japanese cars. They all looked too alike.

The door to the driver's side opened and a tall man with dirty blond hair came out. Yoh tried to

focus in on the man's face but his eyes wouldn't obey and being in his current position didn't help either.

"Are you okay?" The voice sounded so familiar to Yoh yet he just couldn't put the two together.

This infuriated him as he was sure he had so many times before. "Yoh?" The man was now face to face

with him, their noses an inch apart. So close that he could see all the wrinkles from working at the radio

station with delinquents like himself. It didn't matter that he still couldn't see clearly, Yoh knew that it

was Mr. K: His boss, the big cheese.

Yoh tried to say something, but all that came out of his mouth was a groan. "We'll at least your

alive." Mr. K said. He let out a nervous laugh, "Come on, I'll take you home."

Watching Yoh flip over on his back, Mr. K felt horrible seeing his face scrunch up with pain.

He turned to look at Anna instead, his eyes asking what he should do. Anna was quite clueless herself

though; for all her reckless driving she never actually ran anybody over. She knew they should call the

hospital or something, but if press ever found out, it would be hell for dad and the company. Anna was

so consumed in her thoughts that she it took her a moment to realize her father was yelling at her.

"Anna! ANNA! Hold this cloth to him! Don't to much pressure on it, we don't know what else

may be wrong." He grabbed her hand and put it upon Yoh's chest. " Just like that okay!"

He got onto the driver's side and started the car. Anna looked down where her hand lay, to the

unconscious face of the DJ she yelled at and finally to the rag he was steadily bleeding through…

Oh, crap.

………………………………...

Yoh blinked open his eyes, squinting against the bright light shining down. Slowly they adjusted

so he could make out three figures in the room. "Good to see you're finally up Mr.Asakura."

Yoh tried to sit up but was pushed back down by the young doctor. "It's better you not move so

much. Just until your rib heals for a bit, maybe a good week or so. I had to force it back in after it

punctured your skin."

"Uhh. Thank you?"

"Don't even worry about it. It wasn't that much of a problem anyways. I just had to grab my

trusty hammer and give it a few hits."

"Faust."

"Then it was a simple matter of sewing you back up with this old thing" He held up a rusted

needle. "And wrap you up !" The German doctor spotted Yoh's shocked face. "Oh but don't worry I

cleaned you good with alcohol before I wrapped you." He pulled out a bottle of bicardi. "Want some?

no? okay then, more for me!" He let out a burp. "Though maybe later, I still have to drive you know."

"Faust! Do you think you could get back to the subject?"

"Yes, of course Mr. Kyoyama." He turned so he could look at all of them. "Yoh will be fine but

he's going to lay off walking long distances or anything else that requires a lot of motion from him for

the next week or so…"

"Wait, WHAT?!? How am I supposed to get around then? I walk to get everywhere!"

"Maybe, I can be of service?" Everyone turned to look at Mr. K. "It's all my fault you can't walk

so why don't you just chill out here and Anna will drive you back and forth."

Anna who had been sitting in the corner this whole time not saying a word, perked up at hearing

her own name. " Umm Dad can I talk to you?" She dragged her father outside. "What do you think

you're doing volunteering me to be his chauffeur?!?"

"Anna it'll only be for a week. Besides you'll need someone to show you around. This way it'll

be like killing two birds with one stone."

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is, Anna?"

Anna didn't believe her father was this dense. Couldn't he see the whole reason for her staying

was so that they could spend time together.

"Please Anna, do this for me. I feel horrible for running him over and I know he doesn't want to

be riding with me. Who knows maybe you guys will become friends. Please?"

She looked at her father. How could she refuse? She knew he had some good points and she was

feeling pretty bad herself. If she hadn't been in the car maybe dad would of seen him in time…

"Fine. But only because you asked."

"Thank you!" He kissed her on the forehead and ran back into the room.

What a lovely load of crap you've gotten yourself into this time Anna! She looked out the

window and into the dark night sky. Guess it's too late for lunch. She started heading up the long flight

of stairs to her bed where she would try to dream of a better world, one where life wasn't so screwed up.