Her Pervert (Sequel)

Finale

It's 1:25pm over here guys. How did you like my teasers? Well, a much as you guys might enjoy this story, I mindlessly hate it. I hate it as much as Robert Pattinson hates Twilight. Sorry. That's why it's ending today.

It wasn't the first time that (Y/N) had woken up in a hospital and she was fairly certain it wouldn't be the last. The poor girl's eyes slowly fluttered open at the feeling of a thumb gently swiping back and forth on her left hand. What am I doing in a hospital? Was all she could ask herself while attempting to move her hand. Her whole body, however, remained glued to the awfully hard bed – well, compared to her standards, a hospital bed felt like sleeping on a pile of bricks. (Y/N) struggled to keep her heavy eyes open and it also appeared that whoever else was in the room with her had not noticed she was awake. (Y/N) tried to focus on the blurred form beside her, but before she could even begin to make out who it was they had moved, standing quickly to greet another as the door shut with a soft click. "I wasn't aware you had arrived, Mr. Ootori." The person (Y/N) now recognized as a doctor or nurse as some sort (from the authority in his somehow kind voice) spoke in a formal tone that sounded so rehearsed that it made the bed ridden girl want to cringe. "Indeed. I felt it necessary to see (Y/N) again. After all, this was my fault. Speaking of, how is she?" There was a noisy sigh and the rest was drowned out by a loud pounding in (Y/N)'s head. However, the drumming was quick to slow and fade into a gentle tapping. That, of course, didn't mean it was less annoying to the girl, who still tried to concentrate on the conversation. A third voice joined the discussion, but it wasn't easily recognizable and sounded like nothing more than an incoherent murmur. (Y/N) strained to hear what was being said and was surprised that they still hadn't seen her eyes wide open. "...wait any longer?" The more the young woman concentrated, the more she could hear and see, the once blurry figures and objects now becoming chairs and doctors and patients, although (Y/N)'s attention remained solely on the two males not in uniform. Kyoya Ootori and Levi Ackerman. "...afraid I have to...today. It's been 3 years. It must be done today." Are they operating on me? 3 years? What's going on?! I don't understand! To say (Y/N) was scared would be a massive understatement. She screamed and screamed, but no sound slipped past her glued together lips. Help me. There was nothing but everything around her, and none of it comforted the child who couldn't even curl up and sob. No. She felt restrained, claustrophobic. NO! Trapped. Help me. And there was still everything around her. Dead. The empty metal chairs, the bed made of bricks, the dying patients occupying other brick beds, the nurses rushing about, the lifeless defibrillator in the corner. NO. So much to take in at once and yet all the girl saw was nothing. Help me. Her seemingly lifeless eyes flicking about as she tried and tried to reach out with her voice. Help me. Everything screamed silence. She screamed silence. Help me. She attempted once again to reach the forlorn Kyoya, almost not recognizing who he was when he sadly pushed his glasses further up his nose. Kyoya! She screamed as his body twisted into distorted shapes along with everything around him. His mouth stretched, his body flailing about in multiple seizures as his head rolled about in impossible ways. HELP ME. NO. STOP IT. DEAD. "Are you ready, Sirs?" Everything snapped back into an obvious reality the instant the question was asked. Everything. The empty chairs. The brick bed. The dying patients. The rushing nurses. The defibrillator. HELP ME. The chairs. The bed. The patients. The nurses. The defibrillator. Chairs. Bed. Patients. Nurses. Defibrillator. NO. Chairs, bed, patients, nurses, defibrillator. KYOYA. Chairsbedpatientsnursesdefibrillator. Chairsbedpatientsnursesdefibrillator DEAD. Nothing. Everything was nothing in a world where only everything can be something. And yet, (Y/N) was nothing. She was nothing in a harsh reality of everything. She did not notice Kyoya, the once emotionless man, collapsing in the once empty metal chair and having a break down. She did not feel herself as she left the bed made of bricks, not as a part of everything, but forever as nothing. She did not see the dying patients occupying other brick beds as they observed curiously. She did not hear what the nurses rushing about were shouting as the grabbed the lifeless defibrillator under Kyoya's order. She wanted to smile, leave it to Kyoya to bring her to a hospital where he had more authority than the actual professionals. But she couldn't. She saw nothing, she felt nothing, she heard nothing. She is nothing.

"Kyoya."

"Today at the Ootori Medical Hospital, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a confirmed member of the short lived sensation 'Kuro no Shinigami,' unfortunately died at 1:25pm. Three years ago while on an outing, the nineteen-year-old (sixteen at the time) along with the Ouran Private Academy's well known Host Club, accidentally lost sight of none other than Karate champion Mitsukuni Haninozuka. She was fatally shot by a Black Onion Squad member and fell into a coma soon after. A family and 'Kuro no Shinigami' member, Levi Ackerman, had this to say when confronted as he left the hospital followed by a grieving Kyoya Ootori: "Even though (Y/N) is...dead, she will always hold a place in our hearts. God, that sounded so cheesy." Our hearts go out to the rest of her family and friends. Goodnight."

Fin.

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