Ouran's Dimension (Rewritten) (Complete)

Chapter 14

"Um... Hi, Kyoya," Dimi said. Turning her head slightly as she broke into a cold sweat.

"Where were you."

"I went to walk on the shore."

"Is there a reason as to why there is dried blood on your neck?"

"Nope. No reason." Dimi said, though it was obvious she was hiding something.

Kyoya sighed, "Come on." He said, pushing Dimi towards the dining room.

Not too soon after, Dimi was sitting in a chair, Tamaki, the twins, Kyoya, Honey, and Mori were standing in front of her. Nobody wanted to wake Haruhi. More like they didn't want to involve her in this, and apparently, everyone was relived that Honey was already awake.

"So. What were you doing out so early?" Tamaki asked. His attitude seemed different, he seemed serious.

"I woke up early and then went to walk along the shore." Dimi replied.

"Did anything happen while you were walking?"

"Nope." Dimi lied, her expression deadpan. She was still covered in blood, so she knew they wouldn't buy it.

"Come on, Dimi." Hikaru said. Placing a rather strong grip on her shoulder, keeping her in the chair.

"Just tell us the truth." Kaoru finished, doing the same as his twin.

"Fine." Dimi said with a sigh. "I ran into some thugs. They were all idiots though, huge wimps." She added that last part too quiet for the others to hear.

"You ran into some what?!" Tamaki asked, quite loudly. "Why didn't you call for us?"

"Because I could beat them easily myself?" Dimi suggested.

"You're bleeding, Di-chan!" Honey exclaimed, concern in his eyes.

"No." Dimi said, "It's their blood."

"That doesn't look like it was from an outside source." Kyoya said, bending over to inspect the blood-stained shirt. When he pulled his hand away, there was some red on his fingers. "And it's fresh."

Tamaki grabbed Dimi's shoulders, making the twins move their own hands away.

"What were you thinking?" Tamaki scolded softly. "You know, you're not a trained fighter. You're not like Honey-senpai." His grip tightened. "Why didn't you call us for help. Why did you think you could confront them? You against some thugs?"

"You guys weren't awake." Dimi said, staying level headed. "And I beat them just fine. Besides, it wasn't like you guys could come at a moment's notice-"

"That's not an excuse!" Tamaki exclaimed, anger was now blazing in his eyes. "Don't forget! You're a girl!"

Dimi felt herself tense up. She stood up and grabbed Tamaki's hands from her shoulders. "If I recall correctly, I managed to beat all three of those thugs Easily on my own. And there's not a scratch on me." Her eyes were narrowed dangerously, and she knew her right eye was starting to tint red due to anger. "I didn't do anything wrong, it was just self defence. I'm not a defenseless little princess in need of help 24/7. And just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I can't fight."

Tamaki moved his hands away and let them hang at his side. "Fine, you can think that if you want. That doesn't take away the fact that you're not a trained fighter, and you could of gotten hurt easily. So I'm not speaking to you can admit that you needed out help."

"Fine Sounds good to me. I don't need to talk with a sexist playboy anyways." Dimi seethed, pulling away from the group. "Now excuse me, I need to change."

She walked back to her room and took off the bloodstained clothes, along with the bandages. She headed into the bathroom that branched off her room and grabbed a towel, wetting it with warm water and cleaning off the dried blood. Sighing, she looked at the part of the burn scar that the cut had reached. It was still burnt skin. She sighed. Once a part of your body is burned, it can never go back to normal. She rewrapped the scar, hiding it from plain sight.

Sighing, she walked out and grabbed a black tank top, sliding a white hoodie on top of it. Now that she looked at if nothing happened, asking out of her room, she saw the twins talking to each other down the hall, along with Tamaki and Kyoya, they all looked towards Dimi, and she narrowed her eyes, sending daggers their way. Turning away from them, she headed out of the villa, and headed to the small shopping center not too far away. She didn't want to buy anything, she just needed to cool down.

Walking along the street, she could feel herself calm down. "Damn him." She muttered. Him scolding her didn't bother her that much. It was more him saying that since she was a girl, she couldn't fight. Not to mention that since he thought she was a commoner, she wasn't trained in combat. "That damn idiot and his stupid thoughts."

Looking to her left, she saw a dojo, it was small, but it said that for a limited time, anyone could train for an hour free. She sighed, "Why not?" She walked into the dojo. There wasn't really a front desk, so she just walked past, surprised that nobody stopped her.

Going into a back room, she walked up to one of the punching bags. She didn't need to wrap up her fists, any cuts or bruises would heal almost immediately, so she figured she didn't need anything to protect her knuckles.

Taking a deep breath, she started to punch the bag.

After a while, she stopped, taking deep breaths, and feeling sweat run down her face. Grabbing one of the fresh towles, she wiped off the sweat, draping the towel over one of her shoulders.

She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She was feeling calmer now, but she didn't want to talk to Tamaki for a while, though the others might be worried about her. Sighing, she pushed herself off the wall, and put the towel back.

She'd been there for almost an hour if she had to guess, and she decided she needed to get back. Walking out of the dojo, she headed back to Kyoya's villa, opening the door and walking inside, seeing a fake monster jump out in front of her.

"That's pretty realistic." Dimi stated calmly, poking the monsters face. Shrugging, she walked past it, seeing Hikaru and Kaoru looking at her with surprise on their faces. "What?" She asked.

"Nothing!" The two exclaimed.

Dimi looked at them for one more second, shrugged, then walked back to her room, slipping off her hoodie, she walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

Not long after, she turned the water off and took a deep breath, then she heard a knock on the window.

Wrapping a towel around herself and peeking out of the bathroom, she gasped at who she saw, her blue eyes meeting a familiar pair of green. A wide smile grew on her face. "Simion!"