Kia's POV-
I stepped into another elaborate girl's bathroom, which was several hallways away from the third music room.
Wealth extended into the farthest corners of the school, and the public bathrooms were no exception. The closest I could associate the decor in the bathroom with might be one that would be found in a five star hotel or restaurant.
Outside of Ouran, the only time I had seen bathroom's like this was when Shito had taken me and mom out to dinner to celebrate their new engagement. It was a disgustingly fancy and expensive place. Like he was trying to impress her as if we could all be one happy family. I think of those times and laugh. I knew I was nothing but a liability to him, an added package along with gaining my mother.
But the restrooms were exquisite, and probably as big as the apartment mom and I had back in the Philippines. The floors and bathroom stalls were made of rose colored marble. The walls had gold leaf wall paper. There was a sitting area with chaise lounges and couches. (A sitting area? Really? In a school bathroom? Are they BEGGING their students to play hooky?)
All the furniture, from the couches to the mirrors to the artwork on the wall was all antique and expensive. They even had complimentary cosmetic items. Little bottles of lotions, powders, and perfumes that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe; all in glittery glass antique bottles on a vanity near the sinks. I wonder if they were imported. I wouldn't doubt it.
I went over to the golden Roman style sinks and started running the water, trying to run it over my face and soothe the overwhelming dread my nerves held.
The previous events had been absolutely and completely insane. I had underestimated just how powerful this spirit really was. Something was wrong with her, there must have been. I've only ever experienced that much emotional energy from a spirit a handful of times. And the outcomes had never been good.
I stared at my dark hands, which were trembling violently.
Seeing the spirit. Being dragged into the Host Club against my will. The close contact with...Tamaki Suoh. Having my face almost torn to ribbons by flying porcelain and then being hit like a train wreck with my own sixth sense.
Yeah...I'm pretty sure these were the reasons I was still shaking. Just a lucky, other worldly, simple guess.
What did I even do to this ghost girl anyway? I had seen her around for such a long time, but this was the first time we had made any real contact. And she stared at me with such hate. Like I had done something to offend her, even before she had practically dragged me to Host Club with that hypnotic stare.
The sensation was a little scary to think about. I felt like I had no control over my own body. I was just in a strange daze, following the pull of her magenta eyes was all that I could feel and care about. Even as I tried to get out of the club to get away from Tamaki, with the energy she was throwing my way, my feet felt like cement blocks as I struggled to reclaim the functions that were being taken over by a stronger force.
Speaking of a stronger spectral force, the member with the glasses, Kyoya Ootori, had one of the strongest and darkest auras I had ever seen. He oozed pure darkness, or pure power, or just pure unadulterated evil. Pick one. Any choice would be a lovely fit.
I knew him, as he was a popular name among all the students in my class, so of course I was aware of his family's prestige. But as to how he even knew of my existence, I was in the complete dark. Not only did I have ghosts on my menu of inner problems, but I also got to add evil, four eyed, stalkers to the list as well. Great. Just great.
But the entire club infuriated me. Especially Tamaki Suoh.
How dare he try to shower me with such charm and grace! It was bullshit. All complete and total bullshit!
It meant nothing when he grabbed a hold of my hands and gazed into my eyes because outside of that club, I hadn't existed. I wouldn't exist. At least not to a person like him. I knew his kind, I knew it all too well.
I sat next to him in a literature class we both had. He always came into class, sat in the left chair in middle row, in the desk right next to mine. The minute he would rest he would be swarmed by one thousand of his fans. I would be nothing but the invisible outline floating beside him. I was nothing to notice.
Never once did he look in my direction as he gave attention to each and every one of his "princesses." And yet, some part of me didn't want him to look at me. I didn't want to be seen. Some one like him would never be able to see me anyway, but a part of me was terrified. I was terrified that if that damn blonde idiot actually took the time to glance at me, even for second, he would be able to see everything I had tried so hard to keep hidden.
I wouldn't be seen! I couldn't! I won't!
I don't want to be displayed like a freak in one of their expensive galleries. Especially for the fact that I-
Just then, the raging monologue that was my inner thoughts was rudely interrupted. The culprit being none other then my high spiritual senses.
My silver eyes dilated again. The cold chill returned. Another painful headache slowly crept upon me as I was faced with more of the emotional energy I felt before.
In an instinctive move, I shut my eyes closed and pressed my trembling hands to my sides, trying to prevent myself from gazing into the antique golden mirror in front of me. For some reason, I felt terrified of my own reflection, knowing from experience that something awful waited if I opened my eyes.
"Hey you! I know that you know I'm here!" a haughty and spectral voice called."You better not try to ignore me! We have a few things to discuss!"
The voice was still pretty, but it chilled me, and I could tell it was ghostly and angry. I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to induce more darkness. I had learned that sometimes if you avoided contact with spirits, they eventually gave up. I kept hoping that would be the case here.
"You better look at me when I'm talking to you girl."
I felt the voice hiss dangerously in my ear. Then almost as if on command, by eyes shot open, and the image I saw in the mirror was shocking, but familiar.
Standing beside my wide-eyed reflection in the mirror was the spirit from earlier. The ghost girl with long sandy blonde hair and hate-filled, hypnotizing, magenta eyes. She tossed her hair haughtily and put her hands on her hips, glaring at me. I couldn't turn away, but I didn't feel like I could directly say anything either.
I just stood frozen.
"Now what the hell was that!" she said, seeming as if she was trying to get to a point. "You were handed the perfect opportunity to get to know him, and you blew it!"
I cocked my head, still not saying anything. Who was she talking about? Was this the reason I had made her so angry? Her statements were just getting confusing.
She pursed her lips when I didn't immediately respond.
"Well! What do you have to say for yourself?" she commanded, pointing an accusing finger at me from behind the mirror.
I still had no idea what she was talking about, so I remained silent. I would not comment on something I felt I had no part in. Spirit or not, this was a rule I would struggle to keep.
I saw her grip her hands like mine, but her's were gripped out of fury.
"Listen up wallflower!" she hissed through her teeth. "I can't understand how someone, any one, can ignore the people around them so easily! Especially some one like Tamaki! Some one like you better learn to be gracious for the social interaction they get with anyone, even after they clearly don't deserve it."
My eyes widened more now, but this was at the mention of Suoh's name. He was what all this was about? She didn't like the way I shirked off that hypocritical womanizer in the club? Why the hell should she be so protective over him? She was dead. She shouldn't care about the events of the living. Unless she was that attention starved.
And what the hell gave her the right to say I didn't deserve social activity of any kind! She didn't know what had happened to me or how I felt! I could feel every spectral emotion coursing through her, but I doubted if she had any idea of who I was. Usually I tried to help spirits if they seemed distressed, but this chick was getting on my last damned nerve!
"Now you better march your awkward slumpy frame back to the Host Club right now!" she ordered me, her hands on her hips as if lecturing a small child. "And you better apologize to Tamaki and admit how stupid your acting. You've got some nerve thinking you can include him in your pathetic and angsty little vision on life! You better learn to be put in the place you've set for yourself, girl!"
That did it.
This bitch just went way too far.
I turned my head away from the mirror in defiance. I would not dignify anything Tamaki related with a response. And this beautiful and commanding ghost was going to have to try harder if she wanted to boss me around again. I struggled having dignity and confidence in my every day life, but damn it, I was not going to submit to a spirit! Not right now! My strength in this issue was all that I had.
When hell froze over, was when I would ever confront Tamaki Suoh again!
But I think trying to ignore the ghost may have been a fatal mistake, because the minute I tried to ignore her I literally felt a burning in the air, coming from her eyes.
I wouldn't have looked back at that mirror in a million years, because now my senses were sky rocketing. I turned away from the mirror, starting to shake again, and the lights in room began to flicker and waver on and off from the high amount of spiritual energy in the air.
As my back was turned away from the mirror, I looked down at my hands and then back up again, and the blonde girl was standing right in front of me, fury coursing about her see-through form.
"Quit ignoring me!" she shrieked at me, in-between the flickering of the lights."You're the only one who can see me, and yet you still try to ignore me? How dare you! I won't be ignored! Not anymore! Not ever again!"
Her raving echoed with in my head, and the pain in the back of my brain made it hard to see straight. This was the pain I had felt in the clubroom magnified about 20 times. I backed up against a bathroom stall, holding my head and waited for the worst, which I was sure to come by the way the ghost wavered dangerously in and out of the flickering lights.
Aki POV-
I glowered at the pathetic wallflower as she cowered against the bathroom stall.
My anger was rising quickly and I couldn't care less. Perhaps it was from the years of solitude and talking to people whom couldn't see you. Or just the stress of hanging between worlds so unnaturally and uncertainly. But I knew that if I didn't get a response from her immediately I wouldn't be able to handle it anymore.
Now that I had options, anonymity was definitely not something I would be going for. If she refused to respond to me, I would make her.
"You are pathetic!"
I spat the words out as if they were venom.
Crash!
Another flare of energy came out and a glass vial of perfume that happened to be in its wake was sent flying. It hit the wall and crashed directly above her head.
She whimpered in surprise.
"I've seen your kind!" I cried. "You and all the rest of the sea of the antisocial-You disgust me!"
The sinks in the posh bathroom began to rapidly flow with water thanks to my energy. Apparently now, it was sinking into the pipes. They began to overflow and started soaking the floor. I continued making the lights flash and another glass vial unexpectedly made its way to Kiali's direction.
Crash!
I stared at her with my narrowed magenta gaze.
"You seem to be so in tune with the other world, but apparently when it comes to the physical world around you, you are completely oblivious. Tamaki wasn't lying! He's truly a caring individual, far more caring than some one like you deserves! How dare you shirk him off like that! How dare you!"
Crash!
Crash!
Two more expensive vials made there way in her direction. The shattering glass didn't miss her this time. Several shards crazed the skin of her hands and arms, causing them to bleed as she shielded her face.
I smiled coldly at the chance to do her physical damage. My power seemed to increase more in my icy rage, and her shaking fingers grabbed her head again as she cried out in pain.
"Oh poor you!" I mocked rolling my eyes. "My sympathy goes straight to poor Tamaki! He's probably out there worried sick about offending you! He's probably still trying to figure out how to make it up to you! And even though its all your fault, you're still going to get his good grace!"
The image of her pitiful form encased by his caring arms infuriated me. It pierced into my soul like the shards of glass I was tossing at her head. She was so unworthy! She was just so unworthy!
"God! You have no idea how much I despise you right now!" I cried, throwing head into my hands, trying to erase the vision of her and Tamaki haunting through my head. "What an opportunity you've wasted with a person like him! You don't deserve him! You don't deserve any of him! As far as I'm concerned, you don't even deserve to be alive!"
The electric light above her shattered and more glass rained down on her as she writhed with the pain of my energy.
I seemed to create a spectral wind within the room, and paper towels, magazines, the rest of the tiny vials and any other items of convenience lying around were promptly blown in her quivering direction.
Crash!
Break!
Smash!
Smash!
I approached her completely now, willing her to look up at me so we were face to face. She obeyed, and I towered proudly above her as she cowered at my feet.
"If I had my body," I said threateningly. "If I was still even alive, I would have made sure you apologized properly. You are nothing compared to me."
"I will never apologize to him!" she struggled out against me, small lines of blood running down her face."I hate him almost as much as you apparently hate me! You don't know their kind like I do!
There she went again. Speaking out of term blindly. About things she didn't know a damn thing about. How I despised her. Her and her insolence.
In reaction, my hand flew out to strike her face, but I knew it would only run straight through her, as it did with every one else.
But as my palm flew over her cheek, she sprung back as if I had made contact. I felt something powerful as my essence came in a collision with her skin. She cried out in pain even more and began shaking even more violently as an after effect.
Seeing her so shaken up, I felt strangely satisfied, truly exhilarated.
However I didn't feel as if my message had quite gotten through, so I continued explaining my piece as she writhed.
"Miss Kiali," I smirked and her eyes widened in shock as I said her name. "My message may not have gotten through to you just yet. But you've sorely mistaken the members of the group you've come in contact with today. Kyoya especially."
I'm sure the darkness of my soul at this moment would have impressed the Shadow King if he had been aware. The spectral wind continued to howl with a banshee like fury. I bent my face closely to hers, making her realize the demise she had created for herself back in the Host Club.
"With that little scene in the clubroom, you are now noticed. And you're days as a wallflower are now forcibly numbered. You had better apologize and make things right, or you will be at their mercy. And mine as well! Now make a choice! And it better be the right one!"
Her pupils were practically non-existent now, and her silver eyes darted around as if looking for a quick exit. She staggered up, shimmering pieces of glass raining off her as she rose. She was soaked. Small lines of blood trickled off her hands.
"What are you to him?" She cried suddenly, catching me off guard. " Why does it even matter to you? You're dead! You're dead damn it! What do you want with him? What do you want with me? Just what the hell do you want?"
"Everything!" I shrieked. "I want everything back! I want my life! I want my Tamaki! And I want to be sure people like you don't have a chance to waste their lives and get away with it!"
I charged toward her with animalistic fury. My essence ran through her body. She was standing in front of the mirror at the time. The lights just kept flashing on and off.
Suddenly, the wind stopped, and what felt like a flash of lightning surged through both of us. I could feel it. It was one of the first things I had actually felt in a really long time.
I watched her face in the mirror, almost as if through her eyes.
Her eyes were widened, and she clutched her chest, choking and sputtering in pain. I kind of felt it too. It was so peculiar. She doubled over, like she was having a heart attack. Her eyes were flashing, just like the lights. And they were changing colors.
First silver. Then a slightly purple-esc color. Like violet, no, like pink. They were magenta. Just like mine.
Silver. Magenta. Silver. Magenta.
Like a strobe light or a traffic light that had gone on the fritz.
Then my own vision was fading, like hers. I felt myself falling as she slumped to the ground, slowly passing out.
I heard voices, some one pounding on the bathroom door and several people running in. There were gasps of horror and concern. People were crowding around her, trying to get her to waken and explain, but she wouldn't.
Hmm, I must have killed her. What a pity. I was having such fun.
Now the important question remained… what was happening to ME?
Why was all this darkness circling me? Was it time for me to pass? Was I being forced?
No… I didn't want to go. Not yet. I needed to stay. I needed Tamaki.
Oh, well. At least if I was going, I was taking the wallflower with me. I guess it wouldn't be so bad. If I couldn't have him, then she couldn't either.
The only thing I wished for was to just see those pretty blue eyes one more time. To hear his pretty, soothing voice just one more time. Then everything would be all right. That's all I wanted.
"Princess? Princess what has happened to you! Please Princess you must wake up!"
I felt my heavy eyes shoot open suddenly and the beautiful vision of Tamaki in his cosplay outfit shocked my vision. His beautiful blue eyes right before me.
Heaven does a wonderful job at granting last requests.
"Tamaki…?" I questioned slowly, knowing he couldn't hear me.
"Yes Princess it's me! You have to wake up! You have to tell us what happened!"
I felt myself smile weakly. I pretended like always. I pretended it was me he was calling to. I pretended all that concern in his voice and that wonderful title of "Princess" was all mine. What a wonderful delusion for such a strange end.
"I guess if I have to leave, this is the way to do it." I mused aloud, watching as he started to fade away. My voice sounded so strange in my own ears. Like it held two octaves. Such a funny thing before disappearing.
"Princess! What are you talking about! You're not going to leave us! You can't go anywhere!"
Was it possible for ghosts to go through delirium? He had just responded to my statement. It seemed strangely as if he really WAS talking to me, but how was that possible?
"You, want me to stay?" I questioned intensely, knowing he'd never answer yes to something like that. I would prove I was crazy.
"Of course I do! Just stay awake, we'll get you some help, alright."
He wanted me. He wanted me to stay. He needed me to stay.
I had no idea if I had just taken an entire situation out of context, but it was against my nature to deny Tamaki anything he desired. Especially now that it was in my power.
"Alright," I said weakly, playing along with my fantasy. "I guess I can stay…"
But before I could reassure him more, I began to become more and more forcibly pulled into the darkness. My eyes were growing heavy and my vision had all but blackened. I could barely muster out another word.
"…but only for you…I'll do anything for you." I finished quietly in my head, since I couldn't speak it from my lips. If only this had been the sentiment he had heard.
My world darkened again, and I struggled against it, for Tamaki's sake. But it was useless. I didn't want to leave. I had made a promise.
The last thing my senses took in was his beautiful voice. Still pleading, but what he said broke my heart in my supposedly last hours.
"Please Princess! Miss Kiali! You need to stay with us. Stay awake for me!"
Damn…So I was day dreaming after all. Once again, this time in a fading and comatose darkness, I was faced with the reality that I would never be Tamaki's princess.
Fate is just too cruel.