No Treatment for Love [Ouran Host Club Fanfic]

Chapter 4:: Tea for You; Pain for Me.

Francesca Kiss

I was running. Oh, God, was I running. Fleeing, actually. I was fleeing for my life.

Okay, not my life, but if you had just been in the same situation as me, you'd put your life in equal pairing to why I was running.

I had been so confused when Rose came in and started yelling. Then when she was talking to the obvious brains of the group, Kyoya Otori, the rest of the guys started looking at me. And I mean really looking. Not looking at my appearance so much as looking at who I was. I could see the gears turning in their brains. They were almost at an answer, which was the last thing I needed. Their eyes were all pointed at me, making me more uncomfortable than the time when I was locked in a limo with my ex. And dang, was that awkward.

So, of course, me being a bubble-gum pop star, instead of standing there and taking it like the rocker in me wanted to do, I ran. Where was I running to, exactly? I had no idea. This freaking school was huge, and I was going to get lost sooner or later. How long had I been running anyways? My legs were on fire, and my breath was caught in my throat.

Just get somewhere safe, Francesca. Anywhere where you can think.

Of course, my first instinct was to find a free music room, but that was in the other direction. And I really didn't feel like running into any of the Host Club members. Talk about awkward. Maybe I could go to the kitchens and find something to calm me down; tea, possibly.

The thought of tea brought my mood up significantly. I loved the stuff; ever since I had visited Ireland for the first time, I had fallen in love with tea. Originally, it had only been breakfast tea and black tea. But eventually, I moved up the tea ranks and got to loose Oolong tea, citrus tea, green tea, white tea, jasmine tea... you named it, I'd try it. Tea was so soothing; the hot water falling gracefully down the throat, warming the body, mind, and eventually the soul.

Okay, I needed to get some tea before I started drooling.

I continued running, but once I found steps, I ran down, knowing that any fancy place would have the kitchens on the lowest level. That's what they did in castles. That's what they did in mansions. I just hoped my assumption wasn't wrong about this school.

I skimmed down the steps, my hand just hovering over the railing. If I held on, I'd be slowed down. The friction on my hand would make my arm lag, and I didn't feel like dragging my arm down behind me. I turned and continued to go down, my feet pounding the carpeted steps. I didn't even care if I was being loud and obnoxious.

Just one more set of steps, and you'll be on the floor.

Of course, my mind could only keep focused on one thing at a time. As I was reminding myself that I only had one flight of stairs left, I forgot about my feet, and missed a step. I went hurtling forward, my hands out to catch myself. Crap, this was going to hurt.

You know how people say when they fall, it's in slow motion? Well, this was not one of those times. My body collided with the steps, my face just narrowly missed hitting full force onto the stair. I didn't manage to keep everything from hitting, though. I was lying face down on the steps, my pink hair in my face. I shakily sat up, wincing. My arms were killing me, and my shins hurt even more. I wiggled my toes, wincing slightly. Well, my legs weren't broken. My shins were just a little scraped up. I moved my fingers, and pain shot up my right arm.

"Ow," I whined, stopping myself from crying out. Tears brimmed my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away. At first glance, my arm seemed fine. Nothing was sticking out at weird angles or odd places, and I hadn't heard any kind of crack. I bent my arm at my elbow, and the pain was significantly less. Crap. So whatever I hurt, it was on my forearm. I looked at my arm again, my eyes looking over every aspect, trying to not move too much. I noticed a large, blotchy red mark on its right side, and I knew it was going to bruise. However, I just hoped I hadn't bruised the bone. That would be just as suckish as breaking it.