"Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Can you?"
"…May I?"
"Yes you may."
I stared at the nurse for about five seconds before sliding of the leather bed and making my way into the bathroom. I locked the door and pressed my ear to it. Nobody was in the room still, or I would have heard their meaningless chatter. Smirking, I went to the corner and unlatched a handle in the wall. It was still there, the tunnel Hikaru and I had made years ago…
"Are you sure this is okay Hikaru? We don't even go to High School yet!"
"We're not going to get caught, and if we do, Tamaki can take the blame, right?"
"…I guess."
We made our way through the school and found Class 1A. That's were we started digging.
"It's so dusty in here, how long till we break through"
"…"
"Hikaru, where are you? I can't see anything! Are we almost there?" My brother wasn't answering. The tunnel was dark and cold, and covered with a thick layer of filth. I was about to stop when I felt his hand on my face.
"That you, Kaoru?" he whispered. I blushed, and was suddenly glad it was so dark.
"Yeah, its me. Are we almost out?"
"I think so, the wall in front of me seems hollow." He continued to pick and stab at the weak wall. Then it was bright, the tunnel filled with white light. Reminded me of a bathroom…
It was a bathroom. "I bet this will come in handy later huh?"
"Maybe…Now we should get out of here and close the tunnel before somebody finds us!"
"I guess so. It's a good thing those maids are clueless, huh?"
"Yeah."
I was about to squeeze through when I noticed I was still shirtless. Bending over the lost and found container, I grabbed a black t-shirt and a white jacket, and went back over to the tunnel. My side was still burning, and as I crawled through I wondered if anybody was in Classroom 1A. It was a good thing we had made the tunnel behind Hikaru's desk. His was the last desk in the room, back right. Next to him was Haruhi, and I was next to her. I heard the bell ring for after school activities to start. I started to worry if I would make it without Kyoya being too angry, and started to scrabble through the tunnel a little faster. Bad idea. I hit my side on the edge and gasped, coughing up blood. My side was pulsing, and I was choking.
"Are you OK now, Kaoru?"
My eyes opened slowly, reluctantly. There was a cool, damp rag being wiped across my forehead, down my neck, across my chest, stopping at my side, and repeating. The hand that was moving it around looked pale, rough, and worried. It was Hikaru's hand. "Ye-yeah, Hikaru, I'm ok-kay."
I heard a close screeching and noticed where I was. Music Room 3, the Host Club. The fan girls were at our table, hyperventilating. It took me three seconds to realize why, Hikaru had removed my borrowed clothing and replaced my pants with a big, fluffy towel. I blushed, wondering if that was really necessary. Hikaru caught my blush and smirked.
Stroking my face, he whispered closely in my ear, "No worries, Kaoru, I didn't peek," he paused for a brief laugh, "long." My cheeks were on fire now, and I pulled the towel tighter around me and stood up, heading for the restroom. Hikaru managed to chuck a bag at me behind his head. This is where my clothes went…
I locked the stall door and dressed, deep in thought. Was he acting? He must have been…but how am I supposed to follow a script I don't know? When did he get so good anyways? I was fixing my tie in the mirror when the door swung open. It was Kyoya. "I'm sorry Kyoya, I didn't mean to be late, I was actually trying to get here faster but the tun – er – path I took kind of wore me out. Anyways I hope I didn't ruin todays profits."
He grinned, evil-like, and turned his laptop towards me. I cocked my head to the side and stared at the screen, I'd never been the best at math, and these numbers were killing me. He could see me struggling and sighed, "Bottom line, you increased profits by about 50% today."
"Whoa." I finished buttoning my jacket and leaned over the counter to make sure my tie was good. Another, bad idea. I hit my side again and fell to the floor, cringing.