Ootori's Anatomy

Chapter 1

Kyouya walked to the elevator pressing the button and waiting. He heard a ding and stepped inside without paying any mind to whom was already inside. It was his first day as a resident and he was just so anxious to be the best out of his colleagues. He had to prove he was the best or face the never ending wrath of his father. He knows that scowl and scorn better than he knows the own palm of his hand. He shuttered at the thought and looked at the petite woman to his right. A familiar petite woman. He looked her over noting her delicate curls that peeked out of the scrub cap, her amethyst eyes that shone in the luminescent light, and her glasses. He could almost even recall the brand. 

"I've never seen you around here before" he began, clearing his throat "But I feel as though I might've seen you elsewhere..."

"Where?" she blinked innocently and peered up at him.

"I can't seem to remember" he admitted, scratching his head. "Maybe I'm just crazy" he sighed, pulling a notebook out of his pocket and beginning to scribble away. She laughed and took off her mask, and the dots connected immediately.

"I guess it's been a while since we've bumped into each other, Ootori" Karariri smirked as the elevator doors opened. She walked out without paying him any further attention, walking through the halls of her new place of employment. She waited to come here again, after all the drama she experienced in college she didn't want a repeat. She had completed her internship in the states but returned to Japan to make a new life for herself. 

Kyouya remained in awe in the elevator but refrained from chasing her. This was a place of professionalism, not a grade school play ground full of unrequitted emotions. Or so he thought. He stopped his scribbling and looked down at his now beeping pager.

"Can't I ever get a break" he groaned as he ran to the emergency room. The room was bustling with seemingly ill people, but one was so mamed he couldn't be confused for healthy. 

"What have we got?" he demanded as he geared up.

"Car crash, several passengers on their way to their high school graduation, sir" a surgical nurse reported as she lead the way to the operating room. 

"Has anyone paged cardio?" Kyouya asked ready to do it himself. The nurse nodded and looked at a person standing behind him. He turned and saw Karariri was running with them to the operating room. "A resident is the best cardio can offer us?" he scoffed, "We need an attending"

"My attending is stuck in an operating room as it is. My hands are very capable of this Ootori" she almost glared. He couldn't believe the way she was looking at him. As though they had never met, never married, never loved one another. 

"Fine, I'll make myself useful elsewhere" he glared back, walking back to the emergency room. Karariri sighed sadly before running to scrub in and perform her best to save a life. Thoughts of him lingered as she cleaned her arms and pulled back her hair. She placed on her mask and cap, and any thoughts of him seemed to disappear.

"Hibari lets move!" a scrub nurse hollered.

"Coming!" she nodded as she entered the room.

Kyouya sat downstairs after having missed all the good trauma cases. He played those few moments over and over again in his mind. He analyzed each word trying to understand why she had decided to come now that he was finally doing well for himself. She had left him after all, twice. She was the one that left both times claiming it was what was best for him. She was the infertile one his father didn't accept, she was the one that didn't want to fight. Yet now she fights tooth and nail for surgeries? He decided then her true love is her own greatness, and he had never contributed enough to earn that same love. 

The hours passed and the operating rooms seemed to freeze time as every move became about survival. Not only the patient's but their own survival. Karariri repaired seemingly irrascible wounds, mending broken flesh, replenishing lost blood. She worked dilligently until her attending arrived and took over for her. His job was easy, much easier than hers. All he had to do then was stitch the boy back up, but he earned the glory for her work yet again. Karariri left as he completed her work, heading to the cafeteria for a much needed break. 

She walked in and found a place to sit, alone as usual. She picked at her salad, leaning back against her chair. She was exhausted from the night before and wondered what state her home was in since she hadn't been there to clean.

Hitomi slept the day away on the couch, a pile of take out on the coffee table. She was growing to dislike her lead role in the Japanese production of Wicked. The praise was delightful, the flowers Tamaki brought her every night were always more beautiful than the last. She could do without the long practices and shows, the heat of the lights, and the never ending strain on her vocal cords. The doorbell rang and she sat up, her hair a knotted mess and her clothes loosely hugging her curvy figure. She peeped through the door and saw her radiant blonde boyfriend smiling at her. She unlocked the door and let him in.

"Tamaki I'm so happy you're here" she yawned, sitting back on the couch. 

"I was hoping we could maybe go out on a picnic or something today" he smiled, holding up a basket. His face went white as he saw her messy surroundings. "P-Princess... tell me you didn't do this." Hitomi looked at her left overs and back at her boyfriend.

"Yes I got home so late last night I just ate and went to bed... I'm sorry if my mess bothers you" she blushed, clearly embarrassed. Tamaki smiled at her and took her hand, leading her to her bathroom. He ran the water and grabbed her a towel, and left the room, hurridly cleaning up after her. Hitomi sat in the tub smiling to herself at his caring nature. How lucky she was to have never let him go. She cleaned herself and rinsed off, putting on a dress he had laid out on her bed and grabbing her favorite sandals. She walked out and saw he was waiting for her, talking with Karariri who had finally gotten home.

"Well Tamaki looks like she's ready to go on your picnic. I'm very thankful you are around to help me clean up after her" she teased, a hint of sadness in her smile. Tamaki laughed and grabbed Hitomi's hand, leading her out of the door. Karariri locked up and sat on the couch, almost instantly jumping back up. She reached and found a pair of chopsticks that had lunged into her and sighed. "Ah, Hitomi" she smiled to herself and turned on the TV. She began to fall asleep again, curling up into a ball on the couch. Its no wonder she nearly jumped when she heard the doorbell.

Karariri grumbled as she stood up, peering through the door to see him standing there with his hands in his pockets. She opened the door and looked up at him.

"Hey... I was wondering if you were free tonight..." he said confidently.

"For you of course I'm free" she smiled, letting him in.