A Shared Past (A Hyuuga Ryuuya x Reader/OC fanfiction)

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE:

The drive to the party wasn't at all peaceful.

Ringo had reprimanded us after his shock wore off. He even managed to clean up most of the mess before leaving for the party. Ryuuya didn't seem too happy to be reprimanded and launched into a small round with Ringo before peacefully getting dressed (Thank God) and getting into the car with us.

"I'll drive," Ryuuya said curtly to Ringo. Of course, they bickered about it for a while ("It's my car, therefore I should drive!") until the latter gave in and handed him the keys.

And so here we are, weaving through Tokyo's traffic with a frustrated Ryuuya driving and a Ringo taken over with a mother-like fussiness riding shotgun. Ringo was leaning over the console, applying makeup over what I believe was the purpling bruise forming on Ryuuya's forehead.

Meanwhile, I was seated here on the backseat, my thoughts constantly straying towards my embarrassing episode earlier in Ryuuya's apartment.

I dropped my head and looked at my palms. I was just surprised, too carried away by my emotions. But that wasn't an excuse-I was expected to be professional in handling situations, even if it involved half-naked men.

I could sink into a hole and die right now.

I fixed my gaze at the back of Ryuuya's head, thinking maybe I should apologize later...

You're twenty-six years old and you haven't gotten laid yet?

Or not.

My face heats up at the memory of his incredulous face. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, I thought. I'm not about to give myself to any man. I have a dignity to protect, and that's honorable. If he thinks that's weird, then I can only guess he has had his share of encounters before. After all, men will always be men.

Or maybe you just spent too much time being crazy, a voice in my head sneered.

Shut up, I snapped.

"Damn it, Ringo," Ryuuya said through gritted teeth. "Stop making such a fuss and put that away!"

"No time for that. The press would be there and they mustn't see this bruise-"

The car suddenly makes nauseatingly sharp turns left and right, the tires making screeching sounds against the asphalt below. I held on for dear life as the car jerked uncontrollably, my body following suit and the seatbelt straining against my body. I had to throw my arms out at one point to stop myself from crashing face first into the window.

"Just what are you-" I begin.

"Your arm! I can't see!"

"Just a little bit more..."

In horror, I watched as our car crossed lanes, driving through opposite traffic. Cars whirred past us in the opposite direction, many of them angrily blaring their horns.

"Pull over!" I tried to scream.

Soon, I saw a massive truck speeding towards us. It's headlights were blinding, even with Ringo's and Ryuuya's silhouettes up front. Its horns blared deafeningly loud, even from afar.

"All done!" Ringo cried.

"SIT DOWN, DAMMIT!"

The truck was speeding faster than expected, and I could hear the brakes being pulled and the tires straining to stop.

"TRUCK!" Ringo screamed.

I broke into a cold sweat and squeezed my eyes shut. This was too familiar. Memories flashed before my eyes and I tried to stop it from flowing in, trying to focus on bracing myself.