For tHIS Girl || KHR! Fanfic

二 Fate Intervines

        Brrrrrrrt, brrrrrrrt, brrrrrt. 

        Kyoya groaned in annoyance as he rolled over in his bed and covered his face with his pillow. That damn phone, it wouldn't stop ringing. Why won't she leave him alone? 

        Here it was 3AM and [Name] has decided to bombard his cell phone with calls. A million calls. He even turned the volume off a long time ago, at like the thirtieth call. She was relentless and he kept asking himself why he even gave his number to her in the first place. But, then he thought back on that night a few weeks ago, when she had opened the door with a crying face. He couldn't forget the way she gripped to him like a leech, no matter how much he pushed at her, and the many tears that fell on to his shirt.

        If [Name] were any other girl, or person, he would have just left her and all of the mess with her and Gokudera far behind him. But, he had known [Name] since Namimori and leaving her didn't feel right. So, he had walked in that night, dragging her still latched form, and sat on the couch. He had gripped her by her shoulders and made her sit a little ways away from him as he handed her a tissue box. He didn't even have to say anything to her and she had started telling him everything. How Gokudera had cheated on her, in their bed and how she had caught him. And the most surprising thing; she was pregnant, and she wasn't planning on telling the bomber. This part was probably the most shocking to him. He must have made a face when she told him, because he remembers her choking on a sob and then bawling and snotting everywhere. He had patted her awkwardly with a, "Hn." And then she asked him not to tell a soul.

        He promised her that he wouldn't, in his own Hibari Kyoya way, with a stern look. Afterwards she had leaped across the couch and again wrapped her arms tightly around him while burying her face in his chest. The snotting ensued and he sighed. Before he left her to her tears and snot he had put his contact information into her cell phone and left. It was the biggest mistake he had ever committed in his life.

        He was brought out of his thoughts when short vibrations started coming one after another to his cell phone, signifying that he was getting a message, a lot of them.

        His vexation got the best of him then, causing him to grab his pillow and throw it harshly across the room. Well, across the room was what he intended on doing, instead it traveled the short distance to his nightstand and knocked his lamp off the table. It crashed into a million pieces, causing him to jerk up straight in his bed and look at the remnants on the floor beside his bed.

        He sighed again and cursed as he made himself swing his legs over the side of his bed. His hand reached out toward his forgotten cell phone and he made the screen light up. 60 Missed Calls. 7 Text Messages.

        That damn woman was persistent. He skipped listening to all of the voice mails that she had left him and started reading the text messages. 

"KYOYA I NEED U!!"

"Kyoya, I'm craving some grilled cheese and tomato soup, come make me some. Please?! ;_; "

"Also, could you stop and pick some pickles and peanut butter up? Thank yew!"

"Kyoya where the hell r u?! I'm dying!!"

"IF YOU DON'T COME I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!! D:< "

"I hate you... D':"

"Pleeeeeease answer meh! //dies//"

        "Hn..." Hibari ran his fingers through his bed head. Who did this woman think she was ordering him around and annoying the crap out of him at 3AM?

        He sat there for a while, just staring off into space, still wondering how he got himself into this mess. This woman was incessant in her requests, the pregnancy hormones made her worse and aggravated him to no end. He did not want to go. He didn't pity her, he didn't pity anyone. But, the longer he sat there in the quiet, the harder he thought.

        She was pregnant. She was alone. She had absolutely no one to help her. Though, Hibari never once remembered a time before now that [Name] wanted help from anybody. Being pregnant must also make a woman venerable...

        He let out one more sigh before he stood up and stretched his arms behind his head. In a matter of minutes he had slipped his robe off and put his suit on. He sluggishly drove to a small, 24-hour grocery store out on the outskirts of town and bought her requested items. No more, no less. Then he drove to her house. When he arrived he checked his watch as he waited on the wretched woman to open the door; it was 4:30AM. He was tired and beyond annoyed at this point, he was angry.

        When she finally opened the door, wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, her panties, and a doe eyed expression, he pushed the bag he was carrying into her hands, "Here. Now leave me alone."

        He turned his back toward her and was beginning to take his first step away from her when he felt her small hand reach out and grab his wrist to stop him. He craned his neck to look back at her and watched as her bottom lip trembled and her [e/c] eyes teared up. When she gripped his wrist harder and pulled on it slightly, he sighed again for the umpteenth time that night.

        "I'll make your food, but then I'm leaving."

        "But, I wanted to talk some before I went back to sleep..."

        "Hn."

        She smiled, she knew she had won.