The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

✿ Chapter 40 : Honesty ✿

"When I was 12, I got kidnapped," Sumire started snuggling closer to Kyoya, his arm slowly rubbed circles on her back. 

"It was about three days before they found me, turns out the man who kidnapped me was a serial killer all the way from America. That's how the FBI got involved, he escaped from the US to hide here in Japan, where crime was low."

Taking a deep breath Sumire shut her eyes for a moment before continuing, "He was cornered so he started beating me up. The only reason he kept me alive was because he wanted a ransom. He had no money here in Japan, and he was a global fugitive. But the ransom fell through when they had found me."

Closing her hands tightly Sumire tried to calm her nerves down, Kyoya wrapping another arm around her as she trembled. "We can continue this another time Sumire."

"No, I already started, I'll be okay," Sumire nodded saying the last part mostly to herself. Receiving a nod and a tight squeeze from Kyoya she proceeded, "They got me out just in time and I was about to enter an ambulance. But there was a huge explosion, the warehouse collapsed and my mother and father got stuck in the debris. They were talking to one of the FBI agents when it happened, they didn't have time to get away."

"They both died at the scene, along with a few agents," Sumire shivered hugging Kyoya closer, "It was a suicide bombing. They got me into a hospital and started treating me but my scans showed that I had a tumor on my left ovary. It was a very rare case of ovarian cancer, at such a young age, but it was there."

"Grandma talked to me about it since no one else was there and we agreed it was better to cut both ovaries out just in case," Sumire sighed tiredly, "I healed pretty well after that, and the FBI cut a deal for money compensation and locking up everything. I'm okay so far, I just wont be able to have children."

Kyoya was silent for a while, letting the news sink in stroking Sumire's hair in the process, "Does anyone else know?"

"Just Haruhi. She freaked out when she found out and bought me sweets after school while I was in the hospital."

"May I ask about your scars?"

Sumire pulled down her sleeve and moved the bracelet aside, Kyoya's fingers tracing along the faded but still very apparent scar, "Yep, they're from that time. I wasn't very smart and struggled against the rope, left a pretty deep rope burn and wound."

"Is there anything I could do?" Kyoya pulled away a bit tucking a lock of hair behind Sumire's ear who shook her head, "Just don't tell anyone okay? I'd hate for you to treat me any differently after this."

"Whatever do you mean? You are still the same strong, beautiful, stubborn, endearing person I know. Nothing in the world can change that."

"Really? You think so?"

"Absolutely."

"Kyo-kun?" Fuyumi took off her coat and hanging it on the rack looking around before calling out again, "Kyo-kun? Kyo- oh."

In front of her was Kyoya and a girl with a mess of silvery hair laying down on the sofa fast asleep snuggled together. Fuyumi giggled snapping a photo before getting a spare blanket and draping it over the two. Quietly taking the teacups and small plates Fuyumi retreated to the kitchen to clean up.

Sumire was the first to wake up, feeling pretty cozy, squeezing the warm pillow she was hugging. Except the pillow was breathing and letting out a small gasp at the sudden realization Sumire looked up to see Kyoya who was still sleeping.

Moving Kyoya's arm to the side and wiggling out of the hug Sumire face palmed at the latter nights events. They had ended up talking a bit more before eventually falling asleep.