Two days after Bo came over, I sat in my living room with Kyoya. I'd spent enough one on one time with all of the Host Club guys that I didn't really care to be alone with them. Even Devil Man, Kyoya.

I was watching an old Disney movie, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, for about the eleventh time.

Kyoya had just ordered take out. It took some time to explain to the guys that we didn't have to eat rich every night.

"Kyoya - sempai," I said.

He looked up at me, from his laptop.

"I really hate it when you push your glasses up on your nose when you talk," I told him. He'd just done it so I had to point it out.

He gave me an amused smirk. "Really?" he asked, doing the very thing that I just told him I hated.

"Yes," I said. "You just did it again! Is it like habit or something?"

"I don't know. I never thought about it before."

"I think that it's a protection mechanism," I said.

"Excuse me?"

I thought about what I was going to say, chewing on my lower lip slightly. "Well," I said slowly. "You do it when you're being scarey a lot. Or when you're trying to be bigger than someone. I think it's just because you don't want anyone to see that you're scared. You just want people to think that you're better than them so they won't fight back."

"I don't think so," he said, adjusting his glasses.

I smiled at him. "I do," I said. "Um, I also want to thank you for taking care of me. You did a lot."

He smirked again. "I think that the one you should really be thanking is Mori - sempai," he said.
I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"He donated the maximum amount of blood to you. He stayed more than anyone and he was the one who suggested that we read or talk to you while you when you were in the coma."

He donated blood to me? I thought. Mori never said anything to me about it.

"Of course, Mori - sempai will never say anything about it. He did because he cares for you. We all do," Kyoya continued.

"Thank you though," I told him. "I don't know what would've happened if you guys didn't take such good care of me."

The takeout had arrived and Kyoya got up to answer the door. As he passed, he patted the top of my head.

"Just get better," he requested.

"Look, Ri - chan!" Honey said prancing in. "I brought cake!"

He never ate anything but cake until Mori made him.

"What kind?" I asked.

"Strawberry!" he said joyfully. Omg. strawberry. I loved it when Mori and Honey came over.

"I brought Bento," Mori said, holding them up. He always had real food. Like me, he couldn't survive on sugar alone. I was surprised that Honey apparently could.

Which leads me to think this: The reason all those kids with "reckless" parents that give them nothing but sugar stay skinny because their parents let them run around. Like idiots because they're so hyped up. I think that's how Honey - sempai stays so small.

Honey deposited the cake on the table and hoped on the couch beside me. He hugged me but not too tightly. I was looking forward to being treated like normal. Not like I was made of porcelain. I was also looking forward to not hurting all of the time.

"You should've been at school today, Ri - chan! Kao - chan fell in the lunch room and got his soup all over Tama - chan!" he told me. "It was so funny! Hika - chan almost cried from laughing so hard!"

I started laughing, imaging the situation in my head. I really missed going to school. Thankfully, everyone thought to get my home work and bring it to me every night so I could stay caught up.

"You really like movies don't you, Ri - chan?" Honey asked as I paused what I'd been watching.

"Yeah," I told him. "Can't afford cable and no commercials."

He laughed, like he got it. I wasn't entirely sure that he understood but I was going to let it go. After dinner, I did my homework, with little help from my seniors, and we all settled in for bed.

"Good night, Ri - chan!" Honey called.

"Good night," Mori told me.

"Night guys," I said.

I laid down, staring at my ceiling. I didn't like sleeping so much since I stopped taking the medicine to help me sleep. Without the chemicals, I started having nightmares. I would wake up in a cold sweat at least twice every night.

It was no different tonight. I dreamed of the cool knife, slicing open my flesh. The crazed look of satisfaction on my attackers.

I jerked up, drowning on air, in blankets, without making a sound. a surge of pain flashed through my body and I cringed.

Just remember to breathe. I told myself, as I stood. I slipped into the kitchen. It was getting easier to walk, which was a good thing in my opinion. I hated to have to depend on everyone else do everything for me.

I opened the refrigerator and got a bottle of grape juice that the twins had bought for me.
"Rikku?" came Mori's tired voice. I jumped when I heard it, nearly dropping my juice.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," I told him shakily. "I didn't hear you come up. I didn't wake you did I?"

"No," he said.

I took a drink of my juice, looking at Mori from the corner of my eye.

"Why are you up?" he asked.

I put the juice down on the counter and turned to look at him. "I had a nightmare," I admitted sheepishly. It was kind of dumb for a kid my age to be having nightmares still.

"About the attack?"

"Yeah..." I told him. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure," he agreed.

I held out my pinky. It wasn't anything that I wanted the Club to know. It might just stress them out or worse, they might think I needed counseling. Which I didn't.

"This pinky promise is legit," I told him. "If you break this pinky promise. I'll break your pinky – promise."

Mori nodded.

"All of the host club thinks that Boss Sebachi was trying to kill me," I told him. "but he wasn't. If he wanted me dead he would've just killed me."

"Then why," Mori asked, slightly disbelieving. "Did he have this done to you?"

"To remind me," I explained. "That I still belong to him."

Mori reached out and pulled me into a tight hug. "You don't belong to anyone. Especially him. The only one you're allowed to belong to is me."

"Wh - what?" I stammered.

Mori looked down at me. My face filled with heat.

"I never, ever, want to see you hurt like that again. I want to hold you and protect you and never let you go," he explained. "Mostly, I want you to be mine."

I stared at him open mouthed. He smirked, which was unusual for him. Finally, I recovered myself.

"When I was in the hospital," I told him. "the first thing I heard was you telling me that you felt like your arm had been chopped off. I didn't like how you sounded. You sounded sooo sad. I wanted to wake up and tell you that I was okay. So I did."

He was full on smiling now. He kissed me.

At that moment, for whatever reason, I wondered what would happen once I died. I figured if I was going to heaven, I'd want it to be exactly like this.

BlackRoseKai: Wow. Chapter Ten.

Karson27: Why weren't you at school today?

BlackRoseKai: Didn't want to go.

Karson27: Wow you're a bum.

BlackRoseKai: You're just mad I got away with it without faking sick.

Karson27: You didn't fake sick. I'm telling mom!

BlackRoseKai: What is she ... Wait! Don't tell Mom! She'll tell Dad! He'll ground me!

Runs after Karson27.

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