Kyoya's Secret Kitten

Chapter 7

All I wanted to do was run. The scene in the club room had been all too familiar, the anger, the suspicion, it was too much. As I ran from them, I had to push back the memories that had already started my tears flowing. I ran for what seemed like forever, leaving the school grounds far behind before I even realized what I was doing. When I came to my senses, I realized that I had run almost 5 miles from the school. Heaving a sigh, I turned and started to head in the direction of home. As I plodded along the deserted street, my mind couldn't help but wander over the events of the day. Every moment of the day had been an absolute mess, from missing my first class to running off after school. As I recounted my day I remembered the incident in the club room this afternoon when I accused Kyoya of lying to me. Being reminded of look in his eye, my heart sank once again. Why? Why did seeing Kyoya hurt make me feel so bad? Why did I want him to worry about me and pay attention to me? Why did the idea of him carrying me across campus to the club room make me feel all warm and fuzzy? The realization hit me suddenly and I stopped and stood on the sidewalk, staring at my feet in shock. 

"I love him," I mumbled aloud to no one. Oh no, this is bad. If anyone were to find out, Kyoya could be in real danger. I couldn't let that happen. "Besides," I thought to myself. "It's not like Kyoya would ever notice me. I'm just a means to an end." The thought came crashing through all my feelings and I began walking toward home once more. As I rounded the next corner, a hand reached out and forced me against the wall. I had closed my eyes but I heard two hands land on the wall to either side of my head, pinning me in place. When I looked up I saw, to my astonishment, that it was Kyoya. He was angry, beyond angry. I couldn't come up with a word for how angry he was. He put his face just a few inches away from mine and stared at me for a few seconds. The ice in his stare froze the blood in my veins in an instant.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He questioned gruffly, not raising his voice but making me tremble none the less. When I didn't answer right away, he slammed a fist on the wall next to my head, causing me to flinch away. "I asked you a question. Why did you run off like that?" The memories began to come back, causing tears to well up in my eyes. "Answer me."

"I just," I began, pausing to regain my composure. I couldn't do it, I couldn't answer. One more word and it would be all over. Apparently I took too long answering him.

"You just what?!" Kyoya flew off the handle, I've never seen him so mad and it frightened me. "You didn't think! You should have thought before you acted! When you go running off on your own, no one can come to rescue you when you inevitably run into trouble! My reputation is on the line!" This was getting to be too much. I slammed my eyes shut, knowing that if I looked at Kyoya I would see someone else entirely. "Look at me when I talk to you, damn it!" I opened my eyes and there he was, my father was standing before me and I just couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry, Father!" The words came from so many angry outbursts, so many nights trying to spare myself the pain. I collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably into my hands. "It'll never happen again I swear! Please Father!" I covered my face with my hands and curled into a ball on the sidewalk and waited for the pain to come. The pain that I had always known.

Kyoya's POV

Why had she run off? I try and protect her and this is the thanks I get? She disappears among the city streets and I have to go find her? The more I thought about her behavior today, the angrier I got. I quickly turned on the map that showed her phone's GPS location. "Good thing I know how to find people." I smirked to myself as I followed the map closer and closer. I saw her approaching and just as she turned the corner I grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall. She hit harder than I had wanted and I felt a little bad, but I was more occupied with other thoughts at the moment. She looked into my eyes and I could see the nervousness in hers. "Good." I thought to myself. "Perhaps she'll listen better after I'm done."

"What the hell were you thinking?" I questioned her angrily. When she didn't answer, it only fueled my rage. I slammed my fist next to her head, causing her to flinch. A small voice told me that I needed to calm down, but I chose not to listen. "I asked you a question. Why did you run off like that?" I could see her eyes begin to fill with tears and I was almost at my limit. "Answer me." I growled.

"I just," She paused as if thinking of what to say. I couldn't take it anymore. She blatantly ignored her own safety and went running off into the city alone. She made demands like she was some kind of princess, wasting my time. She made me worry about her and all of that just came out all at once.

"You just what?!"  I lost it. I could see the fear in her eyes but I was too angry to really understand. "You didn't think! You should have thought before you acted! When you go running off on your own, no one can come to rescue you when you inevitably run into trouble! My reputation is on the line!"  I watched her clench her eyes shut. Why? Was I really that horrible? No, she just wasn't as tough as she liked to think. "Look at me when I talk to you damn it!" I shouted. When her eyes opened, a look of absolute horror spread across her face and the tears began to fall.

"I'm sorry, Father!" Her voice sent chills through me. Father? He wasn't here. Why would she be talking to him, and why did she sound so desperate? She collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably into her hands. "It'll never happen again I swear! Please Father!" She begged as she curled into a ball, her face in her hands. I stood there staring in surprise at the sobbing girl before me. Why would she call me father? Was I really so harsh as to warrant this kind of response? I thought for a second, then, I came to a realization that made my blood run cold and boil all at once. I knelt down next to her and tenderly lifted her to my chest.

"Yuki, it's Kyoya. Your father isn't here." I consoled her, trying to undo the damage I had done. I felt like such an idiot. "I'm so sorry Yuki, I didn't think. I should never have been so harsh with you." I admitted. She wasn't calming down and it broke my heart. I had been no better than her father. How could I have treated her this way? "I promise, I'll never let that man lay a finger on you ever again. I give you my word." I promised as I pulled her even tighter to my chest. "Please, I need you to calm down. You're scaring me Yuki." I half whispered to her as I began to feel her breathing slow, even though she was shaking like a leaf. I eased my hold on her and she slowly pushed herself upright enough to look into my eyes. She looked like a frightened child and it felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest. Why did  she have this effect on me? Why did she always make me question my decisions? Why did she make me feel like I could and should be better? Having more important things to worry about, I returned my focus to Yuki. She looked so fragile and frightened. She leaned back into my chest and I wrapped my arms around her once more. Why did this feel so right? I felt so confused when a voice brought me back from my thoughts.

"I wanna go home." Yuki sniffled into my shirt. She sounded so broken and I just couldn't say no. I pulled out my phone to arrange for transportation. I was not going to let her walk anywhere in her mental state. After a few minutes one of my personal limos pulled up and I gently helped her inside. once we had been driving for a few minutes I noticed a weight on my shoulder, and when I looked over, I saw Yuki sleeping soundly. Looking at her beautiful, innocent face I couldn't help but smile. Becoming aware of my actions, I shook my head in confusion and frustration. Why did I always have this girl on my mind? Was it because she was my star witness and she was like a business partner? Was it because she was my responsibility? I shook my head in frustration as we pulled up to her building. None of those answers seemed to fit.

"Wait here," I commanded the driver as I prepared to go inside. "I need to make sure everything is clear before I bring her inside." Before I could even open the door, two massive men dressed in black exited from Yuki's apartment and looked directly at my window.