Long Forgotten Pasts (OHSHC Story) DISCONT'D

Chapter Three

"Takashi... wake.... up?..." a childish voice asked quietly. I barely caught those few words, although I'm not quite sure I want to. I left my eyes closed, trying to fall back to sleep and subconciously wishing it still came as easily as it once did.

I felt shifting where I lay before the feeling of being held, like I was by him, beckoned me to drift off farther into the black abyss of nothingness that welcomed me. I turned towards whoever was holding me and got comfortable, never opening my eyes once. They began to walk with smooth, quiet steps, much like what I was used to, and I sighed silently through my mouth as I pulled the locket containing his picture from the collar of my dress, holding it tight in my porcelain pale hands as I was carried somewhere.

Just as I was about to fall back into the abyss known to me as sleep, although to others more as a coma, I heard squealing and felt an intense stare focused on my back. I refused to let my eyes open, wanting only for the sleep that I got little of, but shifted in hopes of removing the god-forsaken glare from my back. However, it only stayed despite my wishes, making me groggily let my eyelids slide up into slits, only to remember the eyepatch over my left one. I saw someone's plum blazer and white dress shirt, and I slowly looked up with groggy eyes to see the stoic face of a raven haired, stone-eyed teen, maybe young adult, staring blankly ahead. I yawned quietly and rubbed at my right eye, it having teared up from the yawn, and he looked down at me. Although his face didn't show it, he seemed somewhat surprised by me. I wonder why?

As I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes, I slowly began to realize something. He was carrying me. I froze up for a second before jumping out of his arms, landing gracefully albeit my fright. I then stood up, shaking visibly, and took a few hurried steps backwards, only to run into someone. I jumped forward, looking back, only to see another guy with raven black hair. Suddenly, something in my mind clicked, and I remembered him from the hospital. He had always protected me from needles when he came. I latched onto his leg immediately, earning a pat on the back from him and others in the room to gasp. I began to shake, only to feel myself picked up like a toddler by him. 

"Now, now, no need to be scared, Iris-Emmiline," he reassured, patting my back like I truly was a toddler. I latched onto his shirt with my hands, my legs locking around his waist and my head buried in his shoulder. 

Suddenly, I heard the voice of a young boy. "Kyo-chan, how do you know her?" the voice asked. 

"She is a patient in one of my family's hospitals out in England. She was dispatched recently," Kyoya answered.

"Then how did she get here?" the voice asked again. 

Kyoya paused as though contemplating what to say. "Well, she was excepted to this school," he said, avoiding saying I was the scholarship student. I wonder why?

"Aww. Kyoya, I didn't know you were so good with kids!" another voice cut in, earning an annoyed scoff from Kyoya.

"Tamaki, I'm not. Iris is a..." He paused. "A different case," he finished, although no one but me caught the undertone. At the same time, however, I was also the only other one to understand what he meant. Not only was I most certainly not a child, but I was a "special case" in the hospital, labeled with Schizoaffective Disorder (don't look up what that is or else you'll ruin the story for yourself).

Kyoya looked back down at me. "Flower, I think you should go home now," he said as though reading my thoughts. He knew how bad I was around people... 'Social anxiety,' I believe the doctors called it. I nodded quickly, loosening my grip on him, although he continued to hold me, oddly enough. "Here, I'll drive you home," he added, beginning to walk. He moved a hand to grab something, which I came to assume was my book bag when he held back onto me. I immediately shook my head no, surprising him. "I'm sure Mr. and Mrs. James won't mind, especially since I was the one that drove you home after-"

"A-Alone..." I stuttered out just loud enough for him to hear. "First month's rent, two room apartment because of my dolls..."  I finally looked up into his steel grey eyes, which held anger, much to my astonishment. "P-please put me down?" I begged, shaking in fear of the stares on my back. 

Reluctantly, he placed me down on the floor, handing me my book bag. "You sure you'll be okay going home on your own in the dark? No magical rabbits or demons?" he asked, although the last part he whispered so the others wouldn't hear, making me cuss under my breath in response. Before I could scurry off, he rubbed my head, ruffling my white hair. Finally, I scurried off to the door, looking back only once. When I did, my ice blue eyes met mysteriously familiar honey-brown ones, making my head and heart throb. With that, I was off down the hallway. 

Eyes like those of his...