Edits in this chapter is few like the last, but I recommend you scan through it if you've already passed this chapter in the fic.
This chapter has a bit more cursing...I think. I just finished it and I don't remember xD;;
I might come back and rewrite some of it . . . I'm not sure with how it came out but I think its okay ./. I especially hate one part but I felt like it should be there *tonfa'd* I might change it .
I hope you like it! :D Pleaseeeeee tell me if you think a part is off or weird to you or anything. I need feedbackkkkkkkkkk~
Disclaimer: If I owned KHR I would never have to write really hard mystery stories :P (theyre fun though heh)
Kanai awoke the next morning with her alarm blaring in her ear. She groaned, her body stiff, and slammed her hand on the snooze. Weakly, she sat up in the bed.
The room was quite bare and untidy. The queen-sized bed was pushed against the wall in the middle of the room. The sheets were a light blue, and the comforter was nowhere to be found; Kanai decided that there were one too many bloodstains on the poor fabric and put it out of its misery.
There was a wooden nightstand beside her, which held her alarm clock, a small lamp, and a small drawer filled with pens, empty mechanical pencils, writing pads, a lighter and cigarettes, and the like. There was also a bathroom attached, but there was nothing inside but the bare essentials.
The floor was hardwood, but it had lost its shine from years of wear. It was also dirty; Kanai didn't own a broom. Clothes were strewn about carelessly. She had a closet to store her clothing, she did; it's just that . . . sometimes she never made it that far.
Kanai grimaced at the thought and tossed her sheets off of her, stepping out of bed. The woman cried out; her leg screamed in pain. Kanai crouched down and held her leg protectively. She glared up at the ceiling, with no avail, of course. Looks like I can be a cripple today, Kanai thought humorlessly. She walked to her closet, careful of her now injured left leg, and picked out her clothing for the day.
After looking through the quickly diminishing selection, the brunette chose a short blue plaid skirt of hers with black petticoats (the cutest thing, she thought), black suspenders, and a white shirt with Black Veil Brides written across the front. She stood for a moment and thought that she should wear some tights with it (I mean, she is the teacher; she doesn't want to be too much of a whore, especially on the second day) but she decided against it.
"I'm Kanai Ameni," She quoted herself. "I can dress however the fuck I want!" She remembered from a long time ago, around the fifth grade, when she said that to her sensei and her parents. Ah, that was an interesting conversation. She reminisced.
She grabbed some underwear and took a short shower. None of the lights in the bathroom worked, sadly. Kanai kept forgetting to replace them. She managed to fix her hair and makeup, though, and walked out fully clothed.
She checked her phone; if she didn't leave soon she wouldn't get to school in time. The teacher groaned. Why must school start so early? Kanai quickly limped to her closet and grabbed a knee brace from the stack of unmentionables before she fled down to the first level.
With her shoes on and the rest of her ready to go, she sat on one of the bottom steps and strapped on the annoying brace. It took a minute; it had been so long since the woman had worn one, she had almost forgotten how to put it on.
She pulled herself up via banister and tossed her bag over her shoulder. Then she grabbed her keys off the floor and rushed out the door without incident—today, at least.
OHHH ALFIE GET UP, IT'S A BRAND NEW DAY. I JUST CAN'T SIT BACK AND WATCH YOU WASTE YOUR LIFE AWAY.
Yamamoto jogged to Tsuna's, as he does every day after his morning practice. He was especially happy this morning. Even Tsuyoshi had noticed. The old man just smiled and passed it off as happiness to have a "new interest". Ha.
He met Gokudera and Tsuna in front of the boss's home and they started walking to Nami-Chuu. Yamamoto and Gokudera had their usual one-sided banter, with Tsuna trying to calm down the bomber before he shoved dynamite down the swordsman's throat.
The three teens walked into the classroom and sat in their seats. All the students (surprisingly) were quiet as they waited for Kanai-sensei to appear and start her lesson—whatever that might be.
Every teenager sat quietly for about ten minutes. Then, someone got tired of the silence.
"Where the fuck is that whore?" One boy in the class exclaimed, leaning far back in his seat, his arms crossed.
"Aww, look at that. Someone missed me." A familiar voice cooed from behind him in the back of the room. Kanai strolled casually toward him; he tried to act cool by staying in the same position, like she wasn't there. She leaned down next to his ear and whispered something no one else heard. The teacher pulled back. "Understand?" He nodded fervently, eyes wide with fear. Kanai smiled and stood straight, making her way to the front of the class.
"Okay, then. Everyone: welcome to your second day with me. I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure that I will actually be teaching a course today." She walked behind the desk and plugged in her iHome, then her phone, and hit play. Drums fell out of the speakers, followed by guitar and piano. She turned the volume down and turned to face the class. "First thing is roll."
She jumped onto the desk and turned her back to grab the roll call. Someone—a girl, actually—whistled.
"Nice tat, sensei!" She yelled. Yamamoto could see Kanai's eyes widen in surprise. She must not have known that her shirt came up in the back when she twisted about. "Can you show us what it is?" Another asked.
"No!" She almost yelled—she had to level her voice toward the end. The teacher's aqua eyes dropped to the floor, and a suspenseful aura came over the room. "Uh, I-I mean, no. I can't. I-It's not finished yet." She stuttered. "I might after it's done." Kanai smirked wryly. The baseball player's gaze became confused; many people think that Yamamoto is a dumb goof who's only good at baseball (i.e. Gokudera). But he's smarter than you'd think. He knows when people lie.
Another moment went by and Kanai broke the silence with roll. Afterwards, Kanai went into total sensei-mode. She started with her favorite subject—science. She always got off-subject while explaining something, but she would realize after a few minutes or one of the students would point it out for her.
Eventually came time for lunch, and she dismissed the class for the time being. Yamamoto wanted to ask Kanai what happened, but he was dragged into the hall by one of his many admirers. After letting the girl down nicely and with an undertone of rushing, he went back to the class to find that she was no longer there. His face fell.
DON'T MIND ME, I'M ONLY dying.
Kanai's head fell into her hands as soon as she saw Yamamoto leave the room. Her head was pounding in the worst kind of way. Music wasn't going to help her anymore. She paused the song and walked out of the room, making sure the swordsman didn't see her escape, and headed off to the roof.
She wasn't surprised in the least to find the disciplinary officer, Hibari Kyoya, lying in the sun almost asleep. She would've smiled if she wasn't in such pain. She took no notice of his awakening as she wandered past and sat down. He glared over (because that's the only look he ever gives anyone anymore) and stared her down.
"You woke me." She scoffed.
"Kyoya, you weren't even asleep yet." Another glare was sent her way but it went unnoticed.
"You have no right to call me by my given name, Kanai." She lay back on the roof and looked Hibari in the eye.
"I don't see why not; when you were in elementary, I remember you calling me Ameni-chan every day." His gaze turned elsewhere. "Or was that just because Dino asked you to?" She smirked, but it changed to a grimace as the pain worsened. Hibari looked over, slightly annoyed by the "herbivore's" behavior, and shifted to see her more clearly.
"Are you okay, herbivore?" He asked dryly, trying to put as little concern (or any type of feeling) in his voice as possible. Kanai could still hear it, even with the blood rushing in her ears. Well, there's no point in hiding it anymore. She sighed internally, and shook her head.
A single moment of sincerity was silently passed between the two teenagers (Kanai was barely nineteen, after all) and the prefect sat up with a slow precision not found in most people's movements. Hibird flew around to land in his fluffed hair. "This is the only time I do anything for you. Remember that, Kanai Ameni." The statement rested in the stale air. Hibari pulled his cell phone out of his jacket and dialed a number Kanai knew very well.
She didn't do anything; she knew it was what she probably should have done as soon as the pain started. But she was too strong-willed. She wouldn't have. But it was nice to have someone know (kind of; Hibari didn't know the details but still knew more than everyone else did) what to do when something happened.
So she pulled herself into a ball and squeezed her head in her hands, the tears falling down, as she waited for her temporary savior.
ON THE GROUND I LAY, MOTIONLESS IN PAIN. I CAN SEE MY LIFE FLASHING BEFORE MY EYES.
Yamamoto didn't know why. He just did. He ran about the whole school, searching for this woman. Reason said that he should've just waited in the classroom; she would've come back sooner or later.
But who listens to reason anymore?
So he searched every floor, every room. He asked students and teachers if they had seen her go by. He didn't get any answers. It was exasperating. Yamamoto walked by a window, and a familiar black car caught his eye. An even more familiar man came out of it, his face alarmed and searching.
Dino-san? The swordsman thought. I wonder what he's doing here… He almost walked on without a second thought. Almost.
"Wait," He whispered to himself. "Dino-san has a relationship with Kanai. Maybe… if I follow Dino-san, I might find her." Yamamoto smiled, feeling smart for a moment. He heard someone running up the stairs behind him, so he ducked into the closest classroom. Dino practically sprinted by, Romario following. Yamamoto jogged after them, making sure to stay a certain distance behind so he wouldn't be found.
She's on the roof? All three traveled the staircase, Dino and Romario bursting through the door. Yamamoto waited thirty seconds, then quietly eased his way through the door and hid in some small shade.
What he saw left him in shocked bewilderment.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN HALLUCINATIONS, SILLY DREAMS, OR IMAGINATIONS?
Kanai was almost to the point of screaming when the rooftop door was thrown open. She tried her best to keep her breathing level but it sure as hell wasn't working. The teacher was pulling at the roots of her black hair, trying to block the pain that was now radiating from everywhere.
Hibari was leaning over her, almost protectively, until he looked up. Dino came rushing toward them, sliding across the cement to stop. The blond immediately reached toward her and clutched her shoulder.
Kanai shrieked.
"DON'T—touch me!" She yelled at the Cavallone, eyes wide with agony. His arm jerked back almost violently. Kanai slowly laid her head back down and sobbed.
"Ameni. You know I have to." She responded with another low sob. Dino sighed, his head down. "I'm sorry, Ameni." He laid his hand on her once again, but moved quickly to cover her mouth to at least muffle her yells. He looked to Hibari, who was watching with an unreadable expression. "Kyoya," The mentioned person glared at the name. "I want you to do anything possible to keep her from screaming—while keeping her conscious." Dino added as an afterthought, foreseeing that the student would just hit her with his tonfa and knock her out.
Nonetheless, Hibari nodded to the older man. The Cavallone, who had Kanai in a sitting position by this time, slowly took both hands off her. She took deep, sobbing breaths and looked behind her to meet his eyes.
"You motherfucker." Dino gave her an apologetic smile.
"You know it needs to be done." He countered. The woman sighed and hung her head. "I trust you know what happens next?" She gave a bland chuckle and nodded. Hibari sat in front of her, Dino behind her. Dino slowly lifted her shirt and growled. "Ameni! How could you let it get this bad?" She said nothing for a moment.
"I thought . . . I thought that I could handle it alone." You could hear the embarrassment in her tone. Dino scoffed and watched the brand reach about her skin, waving and swirling from side to side.
"Of course. You thought. Do you know what will happen once this reaches your skull?" Dino was glaring at her back, as mad as ever. Hibari studied his face carefully.
"Yes, Dino! I remember the very thorough and descriptive conversation!" Kanai yelled. Her voice cut short as she whimpered, trying to curl up again. Dino moved quickly to wrap his arms around her middle, and she made some kind of sound that was between a cry and a shout.
Her eyes widened considerably, and Hibari could see what would happen next. But he didn't know quite how to stop her. Covering her mouth wouldn't prevent the yells; just muffle them in the slightest way. Choking her wouldn't help much. And knocking her unconscious was already out of the question.
So there was only one other way that Hibari could think of (to his chagrin) in that small half-second of time that could work the best.
Hibari forcefully pressed his lips against Kanai's. She made a strangled sound (for even the pain radiated to her mouth) but when Hibari growled at her, she became limp and quiet. The Japanese teen pulled away quickly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Dino had watched in a speculative manner. Well. It worked… he thought.
"Well, Kyoya. That was an, ah, interesting idea. But don't do that again." Dino commented. He pulled his arms away from Kanai and she was barely able to keep herself up. She nodded fervently, though.
"Really. Don't." She discouraged. There was a string of saliva hanging from her lip, left there when the prefect pulled away. She cringed. Dino moved his arm around and wiped it away quickly, knowing that the girl was in no state to move.
"Now, then." The Bronco resumed. He moved back some to see the full mark. It started at her lower back, like a tramp stamp. It was shaped like an abstract butterfly almost, with two "wings" on both sides and a semi-circled line attaching the two together. At the bottom of the "butterfly", the brand started working its way up her back like a snake.
(Or a snake-tree. The description is quite difficult. It would be much easier to see for yourself.)
The black branched its way around Kanai's body. She had let it get to the point to where it was almost touched the meeting place between her neck and shoulder. The branches, so to speak, twirled around itself like barbed wire as it had inched across her skin to snake up and across the left side of her ribs.
Another branch stretched about from the middle of her back to Kanai's right underarm. One tendril runs over her hipbone and across her stomach, ending at her belly button. The whole system whirled and moved like it was its own organism. The different shades of black clashed with each other. It almost looked like magma.
Dino took a deep breath and placed his hands on the mark. They began to glow a bright white as he mumbled beneath his breath. Kanai's blue eyes flashed open in the moment, and opened her mouth to yell. The pain was escalating horribly, and it felt like her brain and all other tissue was about to implode.
Hibari took his queue and shoved his hand in front of her face. "Bite," was all he said. She obeyed, biting down on the side of his hand with all her might. The disciplinary started to bleed. Not like he cared. Yet the metallic taste in the teacher's mouth calmed her in the slightest way, just enough to bring her back to reality. She pushed the anguish to the back of her mind for the moment and let go of the appendage.
She spit some of the blood out, wincing. Hibari looked at her seriously, and before he could say a word, her shaking voice interrupted.
"O-Only because Di-i-no said, r-right?" She smiled weakly, and the cloud guardian wondered how this woman could still be so obnoxious even while in such a painful state as she was.
LAZY TIME SKIP IS LAZY.
Dino's temporary sealing took about ten minutes. Kanai tried her best to get through it (the worst part, really) without screaming, and she got by with small whimpers and occasional yelps. The tears were already drying on her face, and she was thankful that she only had waterproof make-up.
The blond stared disappointedly at his work. He was only able to seal it to a point where it only reached mid-back—not bad, if you put everything into consideration. It originally came up to her neck. She would've been dead within a week had Hibari not called him.
Speaking of which~, Dino thought. He pulled Kanai's shirt back down over her secret and stood. He made his way around to the other teen.
"Kyoya." He stated. Dino's hand reached out toward him, offering to help him up. The student glared at it at first, but took it. They looked each other in the eye. Dino smirked. "I'll have to go back to the hotel now. I will see you," he looked to Kanai, "the both of you, later." He kissed Hibari swiftly; Kanai could tell he wanted to draw it out but Hibari was actually a rather shy person at heart.
"Dino." Kanai stared bleakly ahead of her. He answered with an, 'ah.' "Arigato. And . . . gomen. I should have called you myself as soon as it started." The bronco chuckled.
"You're just too damn stubborn, Ameni. You think you can carry the world on your shoulders. Remember that there are friends around you who want to help you. You're not alone, Ameni. Keep it in mind." Then he walked away. Romario followed him.
She and Hibari sat on the roof for a few more minutes. The bell rang for the end of lunch, and she freaked out.
"Ahh! I have to get back to class! Oh, but I'm going to be so distant! I won't be able to teach worth a motherfucker! Ah, what do I do?" She ranted to no one in particular. Hibari stood wordlessly and took the staircase back into the school. Kanai sat by herself (so she thought; Yamamoto was still shocked in the shadow) and sighed. "I need to get to the bathroom so I can look like I wasn't molested." She smiled sadly to herself and stood without balance.
Kanai limped to the staircase. She stopped at the door and took a deep breath. Then she went downstairs to clean herself up.
She never noticed Yamamoto hiding so close to her, silently crying without even knowing.
WHAT IF YOUR DAD WAS MADE OF RAINBOWS? YOU WOULD BE LIKE "OMG THAT'S LAME! I WANT A DAD MADE OUT OF NINJA ROBOTS!"
CH. II END
Songs: Alfie - Lily Allen, Darling - Eyes Set to Kill, Time of Dying - Three Days Grace, Hallucinations - Angels and Airwaves, (lazy time skip is lazy), and We Ran Out of CD Space - Psychostick.
I really killed the mood with the last one xD Whatever.