Here's chapter three. So far nobody has reviewed, followed, or favorited; truthfully, that stings. Whatever, I wrote this story for my own amusement so I don't care that much.
The biggest problem so far is that barely anyone is reading my story. So I have a question for you: does my summary suck? If it does let me know and I will change it.
Now enough of my boring chatter, go read chapter three!
"Miss Madoka, your sister is having an attack." These words whispered by the nurse, Mrs. Kinoshita, made me grow fearful.
My little sister, Sakura, has a condition where she gets sick very easily and where physical and mental stress causes her pulse to become irregular, often resulting in Sakura passing out. Normally, cold water or a strong fume can wake her up, causing her to regain a normal pulse. But sometimes she gets what we call an 'attack.' This is when she can't be woken up and she needs a stimulant injected into her blood stream to revive her.
The only problem with this is that the average stimulant contains multiple drugs that Sakura is violently allergic to. So five years ago my dad, who is a pharmacist, developed a stimulant that works, so my dad had given the school a supply of it to use when Sakura has an attack. But when the school ran out of this drug, they didn't inform my father; so now Sakura is having an attack and there is no way to stop it.
As I ran from the high school building to the elementary school building, I thanked God for all the gym lessons I had taken here at Ouran because now I would reach my sister sooner. It's funny what you are thankful for in time like these.
I entered the building and various classrooms flashed by in my peripheral vision as I rocketed down the hall to the nurse's office.
When I threw the door to the nurse's office open, I saw Sakura lying unconscious on the canopy bed with her skin a ghostly white.
"Do you know what's in your dad's stimulant?" The nurse asked anxiously as her eyes darted to the monitor that was displaying my sister's irregular heart-beat.
"No, but I'm calling my dad right now," I answered grimly with my phone already to my ear.
"Madoka? What is it? I can't really talk right now, I have an important meeting to attend," said my dad.
"DAD! Sakura's having an attack and the school's out of the stimulant. You need to get here fast!"
I heard dad mumble something to his secretary about having the vice-president attend the meeting in his place, then he said clearly, "I'm on my way." Then he hung up.
"He's bringing the stimulant," I said to the pacing nurse before grabbing my unconscious sister's hand.
While I sat next to the bed, holding Sakura's cold hand, I watched the monitor which was showing my sister's sporadic pulse.
One beep, five second pause, then three beeps in a second, then two beeps in three seconds, then two beaps in a second for seven seconds in a row.
'Hurry Dad!' I prayed internally as I watched my sister growing paler as she was struggling to breath.
Five minutes later my dad burst into the nurse's office; he was still wearing his business suit. I grabbed Sakura's arm and held it flat while my dad injected the needle into her vein and released the stimulant into her bloodstream.
Everybody held their breaths, waiting to see if it would work.
Two minutes later, Sakura opened her eyes and her heart beat stabilized, causing us all to sigh in relief.
"What happened?" Sakura asked weakly.
"You had an attack, sweetie," dad said, patting her on the head.
"I thought I was going to lose you," I whispered as I hugged my little sister with tears rolling down my cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Sakura whispered.
"Don't be," I said gently, "it wasn't your fault."
"Let's go home," dad said picking Sakura up, carrying her to the limo
"I'll go get Hiroki," I said as I left the nurses' office.
I went to the playground, knowing that's the most likely place for him to be. Sure enough, when I entered the playground I saw my little brother swinging on a swing.
"Hikoki, time to go," I said grabbing one of the chains; thus, stopping the swing.
"But I don't want to go!" Hiroki whined.
"I don't care, Sakura just had an attack and we need to bring her home. Besides, we have a bigger play set at home."
"But I don't have anyone to play with at home!" Hiroki said, crossing his arms defiantly.
"I'll play with you," I said kindly.
"No!" Was the only answer got.
"Fine, have it your way," I mumbled as I grabbed Hikori and slung him over my shoulder. Then I carried him, Hiroki struggling all the way, off the playground and out into the front where the limo was waiting.
As I set my brother down and pushed him into the limo, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Kyoya Ohtori holding my school bag.
"You left this in the club room, Miss Yamada," Ohtori said kindly, handing my bag to me.
"Thank you, Ohtori," I said taking my bag from him.
"Please, call me Kyoya," he said as he helped me into the limo.
"Alright Kyoya, but in return you have to call me Madoka."
"Certainly Madoka. Will we be seeing you at the host club tomorrow?"
"Yes, I kind of owe you for today," I answered a little embarrassed.
"I look forward to seeing you. Goodbye Madoka," and with that, Kyoya closed the limo's door and we drove away.
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Ding dong ding dong. 'Ugg, stupid grandfather clock, why'd you have to wake me up?' I thought as I pulled the sheets over my head.
"At least today is the last day of school for the week," I murmured to myself.
"Miss Yamada, time to get up," my maid called through my door.
"I'm up, Miss Saten," I moaned.
"Then get out of bed," my eighteen year old maid said cheerily as she walked into my room.
"What time is it?" I asked ignoring Saten's command.
"Eight ten," my maid replied calmly.
"WHAT!?" I shouted, flying out of my bed. "That means I only have twenty minutes till school starts!"
After throwing on my uniform, brushing my hair and teeth, and lightly applying make-up, I grabbed my school bag off my desk. That's when I noticed the time displayed by my clock; 7:10 am.
"Kairi Saten! Why did you tell me that it was eight ten when now it's only seven ten?!"
"To get you out of bed," Kairi said giggling.
"I'm going to have breakfast," I mumbled, stalking out of my room leaving my maid behind who was laughing at me.
I was eating breakfast when my dad came tearing down the stairs, putting his suit blazer on while he slipped on his shoes.
"Where are you going?" I asked, quite surprised that he needed to be somewhere this early in the morning.
"Mr. Ohtori just called saying he wants to speak with me," dad said quickly as he rushed out the door before I could answer.
"Have a good day," I called after him before sighing and returning to my breakfast.
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Being Friday, school was easy and passed by quickly. I was just putting the books I didn't need into my locker when someone jumped onto my back and covered my eyes.
"Yuka! Get off," I demanded as I tried to push her off me.
"Not until you tell me why you ran off with the elementary school nurse," Yuka sang in my ear.
"I won't tell you until you get off," I contoured.
With a "hmph" Yuka slid off my back, allowing me to stand up straight again.
When I turned to face Yuka I saw Kiyomi standing next to her, but because we have all the same classes, Kiyomi already knew why I left early yesterday. I beckoned Yuka to come closer, then I whispered, "Sakura had an attack yesterday and the nurse had run out of the stimulant."
"Is Sakura alright?" Yuka asked worriedly.
"Yeah, she's fine," I answered.
Yuka, Kiyomi, and I had been friends since elementary school so they knew all about Sakura's attacks.
As we walked away from the lockers I cleared my throat and said, "do you guys want to go to the host club today?"
Both Yuka and Kiyomi froze and then looked at me as if I had grown a second head.
"What?" I asked.
"N-nothing," Kiyomi stuttered. "It's just.-"
"I thought you asked if we wanted to go to the host club!" Yuka said laughing.
"I did," I said, tapping my foot in annoyance.
My friends stared for a second then Kiyomi said, "why do you want to go to the host club? I thought you didn't like it."
"I don't, it's just..." I said reluctantly, " yesterday, Kyoya returned my school bag that I had left in the club room and I sort of promised to request him today."
"Ha! You got tricked into going to the host club!" Yuka laughed.
"Wait Kyoya, not Ohtori?" Kiyomi asked.
"He told me to call him that," I muttered.
"Oooo, are you falling for a host?" Yuka asked slyly.
"No!" I said blushing.
"You just blushed," Kiyomi said accusingly.
"That's because you two are embarrassing me!" I said blushing even more.
"Sure, whatever you say," Yuka said. "Anyways, I have to attend a party tonight so I can't go to the host club."
"And I have tons of homework," Kiyomi said,"so I won't be able to come either."
"Wait! So I have to go to the host club alone?" I said in despair.
"Yep!" My two best friends said before linking their arms and leaving me to go to the host club alone.
'What great friends,' I thought sarcastically as I walked -alone- to the host club.
By the time I reached the host club they had already been hosting for a half an hour. Then another half hour past by while I paced in front of the double doors, trying to build up enough courage to walk in there.
"A promise is a promise, I have to go in there." While mumbling this to myself, I took a deep breath, and pushed open one of the doors just enough so that I could slip inside.
Once I entered I saw that everyone was already entertaining guests. I didn't want to be a bother to anyone so I just stood awkwardly in front of the door.
"I was beginning to think that you weren't coming, Miss Yamada." I turned my head to the right to see Kyoya beckoning me to sit by him.
"I thought I told you yesterday that you could call me Madoka," I said with a hint of annoyance as I slipped into the seat next to Kyoya.
"It must have slipped my mind," Kyoya said with a smirk.
After this small exchange, I made small talk with Kyoya and the other girls. I was at least acquainted with all the other girls because they were the most level-headed girls in school; the most sane guest obviously request the most sane host.
Before I knew it, it was closing time for the club. When I got up to leave, I felt a hand on my arm, I turned around to see that it was Kyoya who was preventing me from leaving.
"Do you need something, Kyoya?" I asked, confused.
"Yes, I need to talk to you about something," Kyoya said as he led me towards the back room.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
"I want to know why you left suddenly yesterday. What did the nurse want, Miss Yamada?" Kyoya asked, starring intently into my eyes. His gaze was so intense that I think he could see my soul.
I gulped and took a step back, 'why can't he just call me Madoka? He'd be a lot less scary if he did.'
Then in a wavering voice I said, "Mrs. Kinoshita, I mean, the nurse came to tell me that my little sister feinted."
Kyoya gave me a once over and grinned slyly before crossing the room in three steps. He slammed a hand against the wall to my right, then he grabbed my chin with his other hand and said in a low voice, "you aren't telling me everything."
"How'd you know?" I squeaked.
"I can tell, it's as simple as that."
'This guy is scary and confusing.' I sighed before looking Kyoya in the eye and saying, "my sister had an attack."
I then explained my sister's condition and the dire predicament we were in yesterday. I concluded my explanation saying, "that's why I left suddenly, I didn't mean any offense."
Kyoya's eyes searched my face before he stepped back and said, "I believe you. Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Yamada."
"No problem, Ohtori. Have a good weekend!" I called as I waved goodbye and left the host club.
So, your humble opinion would be welcomed. I can't fix anything that's wrong if you don't tell me, I'm not a mind reader (though I wish I was). Well, regardless of my little rant at the top I hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you did, come back and read the next one!
Next time: Eavesdropping.
-Karolyn Grace.