When I awoke, I was in a heaven of satin and lavender. It surrounded me, engulfing me in in its sweet aroma and gentle touch. After getting my bearings, I remembered I was at Kyouya's she house. It was large, much bigger than my small apartment. It felt as though I just woke up in Aladdin. Silk throws were draped from wall to wall and the Sun's heat was invigorating. I felt more relaxed than I had in days. The door to my room opened and a small girl bowed her way inside, hesitating a little before looking at me. She was lovely with her short back hair in a Bob cut and her big brown eyes. She was very small, like a little chibi girl from an anime. I smiled at her and she glided toward me. She looked at my face and tilted her head before cocking an eyebrow and gliding back to a tall dresser closet. She flew the door to it open and pulled out a shiny new school uniform. Ugh, today is Monday. That means school. I shrugged back under the covers but they were ripped from me instantly. The small girl was grinning at me with a grin only Kyouya could manage. This girl must be of relation. She pulled me up and began to change me. She brushed my short hair and buttoned my shirt. Before long, I was back to familiarity. I felt at home in my suit. But this time was different. Normally, school didn't scare me. I loved it. Now, I got butterflies thinking about the person who tried to kill me. They were still at that school. Maybe someone I knew. I would never admit it but "I am afraid."
I didn't mean to whisper it aloud, but I did and it felt nice. Suddenly a hand was upon my shoulder. I looked to see Kyouya at my side. I though of last night, although I told myself it was a dream. It seemed so unreal. I only remember bits and pieces because I was on so many medications, but what I do remember is weirder than anything I have ever experienced, and I've seen some pretty weird stuff, what with being a host and all.
Kyouya came into my room after a maid escorted me here in the dead of night. They didn't even let me know where this house was "just in case." For what, I have no idea. Anyway, he came in as I was looking around. He took my hand and guided me to the bed. He lay me down and began to run his hands though my fingers. He spoke, but in a language I didn't understand. I was too tired to even ask. I began to doze off, but the last thing I remember was him kissing my forehead and humming a tune of sleep while laying down next to me, his arm protectively over my body. He was so warm. I felt so safe.
Yep, had to be a dream. There was no way in Hell this was the same person. The clipboard toting, stone hearted man who tries so hard to be like his family.
He squeezed my shoulder and jerked his head toward the door. Time to go. Fantastic.
"I feel sick."
"My head hurts."
"Much better."
"Thank you boss."
"Get back to work!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Utter perfection. You have been a great deal of help."
"But you are the one with the plan, my lady."
"Yes, yes I am."