Chapter 24: Anticoagulant complex

"So... what happened here?" the nurse asked while analyzing Hikaru's wound. Hikaru threw Kyoya a last darting glance before she got up and rested her gaze on the nurse. She flashed a weak smile.

"Let's discuss outside."

"See?" Kenta remarked again. "She doesn't want to let him know why she has her wound. That's the real drama!"

Both Hikaru and the nurse left the room. Kyoya rolled his eyes.

"So, what happened here?" the nurse interrogated Hikaru while dabbing a piece of wet cloth on her wound.

"I punched the wall until my fist started to bleed." Hikaru blurted out just to finish it. The nurse sent her a puzzled gaze, but continued her work. She disinfected it with antiseptic.

"Why?" she asked curiously.

"I don't give private information to anyone." Hikaru replied coldly, don't even looking at the nurse, who was bandaging her hand. "I just... had a problem."

"You can tell me." the nurse assured. Hikaru sighed long and heavily.

"Okay, okay... I had a problem. The guy who told you to take care of my wound..."

"He was about to die." the nurse completed before Hikaru could continue.

"How did you know?" Hikaru asked puzzled while frowning in confusion.

The nurse told her the logical explanation: I read his chart.", at which Hikaru nodded and scolded herself for how she could be.

"Oh... okay... On his chart doesn't write that he was about to die because of me, right?"

"No." she assured while putting the bottle of antiseptic away. "I'm done here. Keep your story for later."

Hikaru entered ladies' toilet and hid inside one of the stalls. She panted, leant against the right wall and tried to breath. After she calmed down a little, she sat down on the floor and lifted up her gaze at the ceiling.

"Are you here...? God of my imagination?" she quietly called to the walls. After some moments of waiting while she got no answer, she sighed and looked back at the opposite wall. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around them and sighed again.

What?, that voice finally replied coldly.

Hikaru lifted her gaze back at the ceiling, her expression now brighter. "Hey... You're here... What was that?"

What was... what?, the voice questioned, filled with confusion.

"That time when we talked!"

Oh, that... That was just one of your fantasies.

Hikaru puffed. "And... if it was one of my fantasies... Do you think that... maybe I... am in love with...?" she stuttered, not finished her sentence.

Him?

"Yeah."

I know the answer, but I can't tell you.

"F*ck you!" she yelled, then sighed again. "And how? How to figure out if you...? I am weird. I don't blush and my blood pressure never increases. I am the embodiment of health and I had chicken pox at sixteen when everyone has it until the age of eleven or twelve. I don't use to stare into guys' eyes. So how?"

I don't know.

"You do know." Hikaru replied with boredom.

I do.

"But you don't wanna tell me." she concluded, then thought. "Do you think he loves me?"

I don't know.

"Oh, you do know." she replied again.

Yes. Stop bothering me, what the f*ck! Ask him!

"I can't." Hikaru sighed, staring at her wounded hand.

Why?

"You know why."

I do. But... skip the risk.

"The risk of losing him?" she blurted out, then chuckled. "I can't skip it. At least, I can look at him as a friend and I can be close to him. If he'd hear that I am..." She skipped the word. "What would he say?"

I don't know. Maybe he'll... simply ignore you?

"Something like this..." she sighed.

Anyway, it's your fault.

"Why's always my fault?" she sighed for the second time, pouting.

Because you always fall in love with people you mustn't fall for.

"I'm a bitch." Hikaru muttered for herself, her confidence totally dead.

We all know it.

Hikaru entered Kyoya's patient room, ignoring him. She walked straight towards the couch and lay on it.

"Okay..." she directly started, looking away from him, but Kyoya cut her off:

"Shut up! I'll talk now. Just... don't say anything. Not now. I am asking you not to say anything. Just shut up. Do this for me. And you'll talk when your turn is. But now, I'll talk. I'll talk the first. I'm right, but I'll talk the first this time." He took a deep breath. "You killed me." he simply pronounced. "Because of you, I met a person I wish I didn't meet. So," he explained, "I'm done with friendships, sweetness, helpfulness and I'm a bad boy again." Pause. "Now it's your turn to talk."

She hesitated before talking. "Okay... I'm done with tequila, Angel and morphine."

"Fine." he approved.

"Fine." she replied without hesitating.

An awkward silence embraced the room.

"I like you better when you're naked." he started firstly, not afraid to stare directly into her eyes. Hikaru didn't feel offended by his words.

"I have a pink bra and panties with Hello Kitty." Hikaru immediately replied. She... didn't seem to be embarrassed of anything.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Quiet again for a moment.

"Madoka has a secret crush on you and she's jealous on me." Hikaru sputtered, almost impossible to understand what she said.

"Fine." he mumbled, his lips shivering.

That simple 'fine' surprised Hikaru, letting her a bit confused. "F-Fine?"

"Friday or Saturday?" Kyoya asked determinedly, ignoring the main subject.

"What?" was all Hikaru could mumble, her face expressionless, slightly confused.

"Friday or Saturday?" Kyoya insisted, his voice louder. She widened her eyes as realizing what he meant, but kept relaxing. The air got heavy.

"What?" she muttered, her voice quivering, filled with surprise.

"Go out with me, Hikaru. Friday or Saturday. After I leave the hospital, go out with me. Go out with me because I really love you. I love you so much that I almost hate you. And because I am the right guy for you. Go out me. Accept. Be with me. Love me. I dare you to love me. And I'm not sayin' 'please'. I dare you to love me the way I do. I dare you to think about me everyday and I wanna scare and haunt you in your nightmares how you do. I dare you to hear chirps in your head like I do. I dare you to suffer, like I do. Because I faced death and survived and... I feel like I can do anything. Everything is... clean. And clear. And now I understand. And... Yeah, it's amazing. But it'll not last for long. So accept. Until the feeling doesn't disappear and I'll never have the chance to ask you again. Consider that you aren't my friend. Consider that I'm Kyoya and you're Hikaru. Would you accept if I'd be myself and you'd be yourself?"

Eh, I know, title is weird. Ignore it. Just one of my aftereffects... I don't sleep at night and I memorize stupid things the entire day... And at night I don't sleep because I'm not sleepy even if I'm tired at hell and every part of me is aching. Irony of the life. Sorry for mistakes and... detailess. I wrote it at 11 p.m. after a hard day... French test tomorrow. I hate French. Anyway... See you next time :3 I'm going to beg for coffee now. I need coffee... Grr...