Chapter 12

Kyoya stared at the phone in his hand. His grip became tighter and tighter as his thoughts darkened until the poor machine let out a faint "crack". It had been two days since Alexis' appointment and though he had been calling every research hospital, nerve specialist and alternative therapy center, he could find no solution.

Alexis' appointment had gone perfectly, but, when he had that she was doing "as well as could be expected" the battle he had been fighting for her had become an all out war. Afterwards he had seen her home, not entirely comfortable until she was there, where she would be taken care of. They had canceled their outing mostly due to Kyoya's insistence that she needed a real break.

When he had gotten home he had spent every waking moment on his phone or computer, only breaking for short bursts of sleep. One of the calls had been to Headmaster Suoh, to let him know that she had been accepted into the host club (she wouldn't know this of course, and he had no plans to fill her in till later).

And than there was a newer problem, one that he had to find a way around or all his work would have been for nothing. Even if he did find a solution for her, would her fear of strange doctors keep her from accepting it?

Since he now knew what happened to her this fear made sense. The one time she had placed her life in a strangers hands, he had in effect killed her.

How will I convince her to try a drug that is still in its testing stages? Or see a specialist that can only administer the treatment?

Throwing the phone to his bed, he reached for his laptop only to hear the cell begin to ring. Turning back to the phone, he picked it up and answered. "Ootori"

"Mr. Kyoya Ootori?" At his affirmation the woman on the other side continued. "This is Dr. Helena Drake, from the California Institute of Muscular Dystrophy. We have never spoken before, but, a colleague of mine, Dr. Noriko Zabatsu, informed me that I might be able to help you. She didn't give me any specifics, however, she said you would be able to fill me in. It is in regards to a Miss Alexis Overtun..."

Monday morning dawned on a rested and determined Kyoya. He and Alexis planned to meet at the bench, outside the hedge maze, after school to start narrowing down the options for her club. His plot for retribution was simple. They would make up a list of clubs she found suitable than they would schedule appointments to introduce her to those clubs throughout the week. What she didn't know was that he would use his pull with each of the other club's members to make her visits "memorable".

The newspaper club had been a small example of that. After the incident earlier in the year with Akira, that club had been in his debt. Akira had heard through the grapevine that Alexis was helping him with host club activities and the second Alexis had shown interest in his club, he called to inform Kyoya. Akira did not want to get on Kyoya's bad side again.

Throughout the day Kyoya plotted, jotting down notes and ideas that would truly make each visit unforgettable. He had already compiled a rough list of clubs he thought she would be interested in, but, he wouldn't let her know. Any time he got to spend with Alexis would not be wasted.

When lunch rolled around he sat with his friends, they were a little quieter than usual after Friday's events, but, he was sure they would recover. He had gotten permission from Alexis to tell them only the bare details of what had happened. He had relayed to them that she had been in a car accident six months ago, and had a very bad experience with a doctor and as a result had a panic attack Friday when she had a doctor's appointment.

That seemed to satisfy them for now, but, he knew that they were beginning to sense something was wrong and it wouldn't be long until they demanded answers of him and Alexis.

"Haruhi, I won't be attending club today. There is a promise that I need to fulfill. Will you make sure our clients are scheduled and kept happy today." It was almost time for classes to resume; he had put off speaking about his absence till there would be no time for his friends to question him. This would have been the perfect plan.

If he hadn't forgotten the wonders of technology.

Not ten minutes after class started his phone began to vibrate. Seeing it was a text he clicked to read it.

Y didn't you tell Daddy u weren't attending club?

Shaking his head in disgust he motioned to close the phone when another text came in.

Kyo-chan, is everything alright? Do you need help? Is it about Alexis-chan?

Wasn't Honey in practice right now?

Daddy is worried right now! Send a response!

Buzz!

Kyoya and Alexis sitting in a tree...

Buzz!

Kyo-chan where are you going? Will you be with...

Buzz!

Mommy! Where are you? Are you OK?

Buzz!

K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Damn it.

Grabbing the cellphone he chucked it out a nearby window.

Unfortunately he forgot about his computer. 30 minutes later as he sat frustratingly closing chat window after chat window, he made a mental note to have his friends blocked for his computer and a back up made of all his work so when he felt the urge to stomp it into oblivion, there would be nothing holding him back.

When classes ended he was in no mood to speak to anyone, charging from his class he started to walk to the bench, but, when he reached the courtyard spotted 4 of his friends trailing him attempting to be sneaky by hiding behind bushes or other people (everyone that is except for Mori, who stood with his eyebrow raised).

He was thinking of a way to lose them, when, Alexis sped by grabbing his hand and rushed to him to a waiting limo. As they dove in they heard their friends calling out for them to stop.

"Why didn't you answer your cell?" Alexis turned to look at him, slightly out of breath, as he rested in the seat next to her. "I've been trying to get a hold of you since class let out. Tamaki has been following me all over campus, dragging Haruhi along!"

"I chucked it out a window. You may have bought us a reprieve for now, but, they will be all over us tomorrow." he arched his eyebrow at her.

"Well, than maybe I should have the driver drop you off at the school so you can explain yourself to them." She teased, grinning.

"Do that and I will calmly inform them that you will tell all of them over dinner at your house tonight." a smirk tugged at his lips.

She looked at him as if deciding something. "You know I really love your smirk. Have no idea why though. Your smirk and your scowl just make my day. It's why I love to irritate you."

"Most people find those "looks" extremely intimidating." he felt a little amused.

"I know that is the reaction I'm supposed to have, but, I can never get passed how cute you look with those expressions." She grinned and shrugged her shoulders apologetically. "I don't think I will ever be able to stop messing with you as long as you keep giving me that reaction."

He moved closer to her. She scooted back. He moved closer again.

"You mean to tell me all the situations you put me through these last 2 weeks was to get me to scowl?" he growled, caught between frustration and amusement.

She grinned so large it should have cracked her face. "Yeah, pretty much." She nodded her head with her words.

He leaned over her pressing a fist into the seat on either side of her hips.

"Now Kyoya," she said in a teasing voice. "violence is never the ans..."

He cut her off, pressing his lips to hers...

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I can feel it winding down. The story is almost done and I can't wait! Not sure but I think it might make it to 20 chapters but no further. Than again I'm no fortune teller so I could be lying. Hope ya'll enjoyed this as much as me. I would love to hear from some of you who haven't commented. Just your thoughts good and bad I've had over 200 hits so I would like to know what ya'll thought. Especially if you think I need to improve a chapter. Critisms make a better writer you know.