Rushing to the Scene
Lory picked up the phone on the first ring.
"Where is he?" Ren's voice came through the receiver. The LME President could hear the worried edge to his tone as he fought to stay calm.
"I've sent a car to get you. We don't want the press to know what hospital he's in so I don't want you driving here and being recognized. It should be waiting for you outside."
Sure enough, when Ren stepped out of the building there was a black Mercedes sitting at the curb with Lory's personal assistant standing next to it. He quickly entered the car closely followed by Yashiro and they were soon flying through Tokyo at breakneck speeds, and violating enough traffic laws to make a street racer cringe.
They pulled up to the back of the University of Tokyo Hospital and Lory's driver led them through empty hallways and into an elevator; pushing the button for the top floor.
"I wasn't sure you would show up." The deep voice of Lory Takarada greeted Ren in the deserted corridor.
On the outside the actor seemed calm but his anxiousness could be found in the way his fists clenched to his sides. Before he had a chance to respond, a frantic voice called out.
"How is he? Is he alright? Did they need to do emergency surgery? Please tell me he's not… *gulp* dead."
"Calm down Yashiro." Lory soothed as Ren mentally rolled his eyes at the fangirl currently occupying his manager's body. Seriously, did the man have no shame? This from a guy who repeatedly referred to himself as 'big brother'.
"Kuu is very much alive and is now awake." The president continued. "However, he did suffer from head trauma and there are some lingering effects. It seems he's developed a serious case of- Ren wait!"
At the words 'head trauma' the previously calm actor turned and barged into the hospital room. Past grudges and arguments forgotten, the actor pushed the door open and his eyes immediately fell on the man who gave him life. The man who bred his love for acting and who was his one true hero. The man who was currently gorging himself on enough fried tempura to feed a small army and… was that kimchi? Where did he manage to find Korean food in a Japanese hospital?
The answer became known when a flash of bright pink in Ren's peripheral alerted him to the other presence in the room. Only Mogami-san would be able to cook a five course meal in a public hospital with only two hot plates, he thought to himself, suddenly feeling foolish for having worried so much.
Seeing as how his father was currently distracted by the mountain of food, and knowing well the repercussions of interrupting a beast while it feeds, Ren made his way over to the hot pink pixie that was currently tossing a stir-fry in a giant wok with demonic speed and an unearthly gleam in her eye. If he looked closely enough he thought he could see a dark orange aura flowing around her. Clearing his throat cautiously, the actor attempted to catch the actress's attention without losing a finger as she was now chopping onions at an inhuman pace.
"Mogami-san." Ren called lowly as not to startle her. "Mogami-san look at me."
*CLANG*
The large knife she had previously been using shook violently where it was embedded into the small cutting board. Ren stared at it in shock for a second until a drop of water hit the board next and broke his trance.
"It was me." Came the broken voice of the girl he loved. "It was my fault."
Ren's expression softened as he gently cupped her cheek and wiped away a stray tear.
"Mogami-san, I'm sure it wasn't your-"
"If I had only been able to fry the Tonkatsu faster, this never would have happened!"
And for the second time in an hour, Tsuruga Ren was struck speechless.
Author's Corner: Long overdue and hopefully not too disappointing. This chapter is short and definitely not in my top ten but I wanted to post SOMETHING. Don't hate me and be patient while I try to get back into this fanfiction thing. I don't expect it to be very good for a while but I'm tired of using that as an excuse to not post. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. Until next time…