Mii-Chan: this is a really old story of mine I just never got around to posting until now….with out further ado I present to you chapter 1 of Star Crossed!

Chapter 1

A buzzing noise stirred me from my sleep. It was quiet and getting on my nerves. I tried to prop myself up using my elbows but I could barely move my arms. A door opened and a faint aroma of vanilla and lilies drifted into the room. I opened my eyes and saw nothing…..well I could tell that wrapped over my eyes. I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to speak but instead of my voice I heard some one else's.

"Mr. Hotori, it's so kind of you to visit the patients on a daily basis."

"It is no trouble at all. I'll be taking my leave now."

The door opened again and closed quietly.

"I expect you're awake."

The voice was stoic and matter-of-factly.

"….."

I didn't say anything to this person.

"I'm going to take the gauze off of your eyes."

There was a shift in the weight of the bed. I felt the gauze and on y shoulders as it was unwrapped, slowly the light filtered to my eyes. Everything was so blurry.

"I can't see anything."

I was surprised when I heard myself talk; my voice was strained and hoarse.

"Don't worry about that, you'll be able to see soon enough."

I nodded and swallowed trying to moisten my throat.

"Do you need something to drink?"

I nodded my head.

"I'll be right back then."

The person left the room. I let out a deep sigh. I could be in a worse place. My vision starting clearing little by little as I blinked my eyes. The room around me was an off white color; the blinds were drawn closed so the outside world could not be seen. I scanned the room for a clock and failed in my endeavors. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a plain white hospital gown. There were several bandages up and down my right arm; my left arm however was in a brace. The door opened and I turned to see who it was.

It was a blond kid. I looked carefully at him as he walked toward me.

"I heard from Dr. Tsukiyomi that you finally woke up."

I recognized his voice from earlier.

"What do you mean?"

He sat on the edge of the bed.

"You've been out for about a week and a half."

I sucked in a breath of air. A WEEK and A HALF! They didn't even bother to try and wake me up?

"Are you alright, you look a little mad about something."

The boy asked looking at me sincerely. His blond hair fell into his rose colored eyes; a small concerned smile on his lips.

"No I'm fine….just thinking about some things."

He nodded.

"By the way my name is Tadase Hotori, what's your name?"

I giggled at the way he asked me what my name was; it made me feel like I was in 1st grade again.

"Did I say something funny?"

I shook my head.

"No not at all, my name is Amu…..Hinamori."

I was reluctant t give my last name. He smiled at me a soft and caring smile.

"Well Amu it was a pleasure to finally meet you."

My cheeks flared with blush. Footsteps approached the room and the door swung open. In walked a tall man with blue hair and dark eyes. My breath caught in my throat. He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I thought you already left."

He directed this question at Tadase. Tadase merely smiled.

"I was about to leave but I heard that Amu here woke up and I just had to come see her."

The blue haired man raised an eyebrow.

"So you were eavesdropping."

Tadase laughed happily and I found myself smiling involuntarily.

"I coincidentally walking by and just so happened to hear you talking to one of the interns."

Tadase was clearly getting on his nerves but I wasn't sure that he knew that, and if Tadase did know he was having a lot of fun doing it.

"Well again I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I'm doing a patient intake now."

Tadase smiled at me.

"It was a pleasure talking to you Amu."

He took my right hand in his and gently kissed my knuckles. I looked down.

"Like wise."

Tadase walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"Ms. Hinamori, I'm Dr. Tsukiyomi."

He was looking down at a manila folder. He handed me a bottle of water.

"Thanks."

I took a sip of the water. It felt so good to have the cool liquid flow down my throat.

"Do you mind telling me what happened?"

I knew this was going to eventually happen. I swallowed.

"You don't have to tell me immediately."

His voice was quiet and reassuring. I nodded and took a deep breath. It was either now or never. I told him about how I came home and my father went into one of his violent rages. Dr. Tsukiyomi asked if that was the first time it had happened. I told him that it wasn't the first time he hit me. He wrote something down and looked at me.

"Do you have any questions about anything?"

He asked as he continued to write in the folder.

"Yeah….ummm…..when will I be able to leave?"

He stopped writing and gave me a scrutinizing look.

"You were in critical condition when I found you and it's barely been two weeks since your recovery. So I'd say the earliest you could leave is by the beginning of next week, Monday or so."

Another 6 whole days!

"Why can't I leave now?"

Dr. Tsukiyomi looked at me.

"You could leave now but I'd prefer you waited until your stitches are healed a little more."

"I have stitches? Where and how many?"

Maybe I was over reacting a little but I didn't care.

"On your thigh, your leg was cut open by a rusty piece of metal at some point. Not to mention you still have to sign out."

I wasn't going to sit in here for practically another week because my leg was already bandaged up. The sooner I got a move on the better.

"I can sign myself out if I'm 18 right?"

I asked looking at him. He nodded and gave me a worrisome look.

"I'd like to sign myself out then."

"I'll be right back."

I lifted the blankets off of my legs and I saw a stitch. One stitch, he wanted to keep me here for one stitch. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and the gown rode up around my legs. A long line of stitches trailed up my leg. Absolutely lovely. I stood up and walked over to the window slowly. I peeked out the blinds and saw New York sky scrappers lit up every where. I was probably on the third floor of this hospital. The door opened and Dr Tsukiyomi walked in with several things in his arms.

"Change into these clothes, the bathroom is over there and then we'll talk."

He handed me a black t-shirt and jeans. I took the clothes and headed toward the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and shed the hospital gown. The clothes fit me loosely; I opened the door and walked back over to the bed where Dr. Tsukiyomi was sitting signing some papers.

"You'll need to come back in two weeks time for a check up. Take one of these with each meal. Make sure you don't get any water on the arm brace and this one is for your leg."

He set an orange prescription pill bottle next to me.

"You don't mind if I show you how to put the brace on your leg?"

He asked looking at me.

"Go ahead."

He explained how to put the brace on my leg.

"Now it should be easier for you to walk without feeling like you're going to fall over."

"Thank you."

"You need to sign this before you leave."

I signed the papers and was on my way out the door when I realized that I didn't even know where I was going. I heard a quiet chuckle behind me. I glared at Dr. Tsukiyomi.

"I'll show you to the front door."

He led the way down the hall as we walked in silence.

"I don't think there'll be any cabs at this time of night."

He glanced at a silver watch.

"Why what time is it"

I really had no clue what time it was.

"It's 11:15 p.m. ….you're not going back are you?"

His voice was anxious.

"No….I was going to spend the night at a hotel and then look for an apartment in the morning."

He pressed a button for an elevator. The doors slid open and we stepped in.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride to a hotel I know around here."

Lights turned off behind us as we walked down the hallway. He ducked behind a desk and grabbed some things. He locked the door to the hospital. I looked at the sign next to the building, 'The Silver Cross: A Memorial Clinic in the name of Aruto Tsukiyomi.'

"Come on my car is this way."

I turned around and followed him to the black Mustang in the parking lot. I slid into the passenger seat and settled in for the ride. It was long before he pulled up to the New York Times Hotel. It was at least 30 floors high.

"I'll check you into a room and you can stay however long you need to."

I looked at him; was he crazy or something?

"I'm pretty sure that I'll be fine on my own. You don't need to do this or anything."

He apparently didn't hear me because he stepped out of the car and walked over to my door and opened it for me and offering his hand. I sighed and reluctantly took his hand.

"Really I can manage."

I tried to sound sincere as I extracted my hand from his grip, not that the warmth from him wasn't unpleasant or anything.

"Please, just stay here for the night."

He stopped before the stairs that led to the hotel doors. I rolled my eyes at him and kept walking. My foot hit a patch of ice on one of the steps and I lost my balance.

"I don't think you're that well off on your own."

Dr. Tsukiyomi said looking down at me. His arms were curved around my body and holding me above the ice concrete steps. I agreed with him that tonight I would stay in the room the he was paying for, for however long I was staying.

Mii-Chan: that was really short