The Wallflower Fan Fiction ❯ Like a Moth to a Flame ❯ Damages ( Chapter 2 )

 

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Takenaga went up with the officer to see Kyohei in recovery since he was the most knowledgeable in health care matters and a male. Sunako and the others sat sipping coffee in a corner of the waiting room.

“What did Kyohei mean when he said he'd leave the light and join the darkness?” Yuki asked.

“Oh, I don't know but I have some ideas. Do we know anyone who has a problem with his brilliance and has a tendency to the dark? Hmmm? Sunako, do you any ideas on that one?” Ranmaru coyly suggested.

“I really don't know why he would say that. I agree that I am unable to look at him because his handsomeness is blinding to me and I get nosebleeds from it. I can't imagine him giving up his brightness. That's like him giving up on a part of his personality. I know that whenever goes to that arcade, he comes home in a bad mood. You are aware how he's followed, because you all are. I hear what the girls say. With you three, they say things like I want to spend the night with him or peep in on him. It's all girly and cutesy. You are not dangerous, so the desires are pretty tame. With Kyohei, he looks and acts like a `Bad Boy' so the desires are a bit more primal. I have heard about girls who want to cuff him to their beds, and have their way with him. He told me that he's even had employers that have brought various `toys' and have invited him home to play in exchange for a bonus in his check. He didn't, thus his problems keeping a job. It's probably a good thing he doesn't eat the bento people shove at him. It wouldn't put it past some girls to drug him. Do you understand what he goes through day to day?”

“Wow! I never thought of it like that. It must be so difficult for him, I knew he was tough. I didn't think the girls would be that forward. I never knew what was going on with the crowds following us. I know I could never be accused of a `Bad Boy'. I'd be happy to always be identified as a boy though” Yuki gushed.

“I guess I need to change my image. I would love to meet some girls that could put me through my paces. Could you point them out to me? On a serious note, I know he draws a criminal element. Remember the host club that kidnapped him, and the gang boss that challenged him? I guess he has had plenty experience with the dark side.”

They sat and talked about what Kyohei could have meant and what Sunako had heard about all of them from the girls. They found out that the boy's locker room isn't all that private and they really should not flex in front of the mirror. She told them that she had been running some interference and choosing which packages to deliver and such to the guys. She did say that sealed chocolates may `get lost' on their way to them. Ranmaru got some names of “safe” vixens. As much as he deserved to get a disease or something, he was kind of a friend. They came to the conclusion that Kyohei was simply sick of the crowds that follow him and that he was trying to let them go easily. That obviously didn't work out the way he wanted.

Meanwhile, Takenaga and Officer Fuuma went to recovery to check on Kyohei. When they got up there, they saw Kyohei white as a ghost and intubated His left arm was casted and his right leg was in traction. He had tubes coming out of everywhere. He even had a tube coming out of his head. Takenaga wasn't ready for the shock.

“What did those crazy bitches do to you?”

A Doctor came in and explained his injuries. “Sir, your friend is lucky to have survived. It looks like he was knocked down and kicked by several assailants. He has a severe fracture in his arm, but he should regain full function in it. His leg has been broken in two places, so he'll be in traction a bit until he's stable enough for surgery. You heard about the internal bleeding, we caught it in time, so he's good there. The tube you see in his head in measuring the pressure on his brain. He was kicked in the head, and there's some swelling that concerns us, but we're keeping an eye on it. The breathing tube is a precaution. He was breathing on his own, but with the surgery and the head trauma it's better for him to rest. On a personal note for him, is he an only son? I don't think he'll be able to father children either. There are high heel marks on his testes. We can try to salvage what we can, if need be.”

“Oh, I knew it was bad. I had no idea it was that bad. So what you're saying doctor is that none of his injuries are currently life threatening, but he's in a coma, has the potential of a long recovery, and he's probably lost the ability to procreate?”

“I'm afraid so.” replied the doctor.

It was an ashen Takenaga that returned to the reception area. His mind was reeling. How could any one do that to a person? True, his attackers could not fully fathom the damage they did to him. For him, the whole idea made his insides squirm. Broken bones are one thing. But going for what makes him what his is, unforgivable. When he returned to the reception area, he looked for his roommates, and they weren't there. There was a small group of women that were looking around though. They looked at him briefly and wandered off. The clerk recognized him and took him to a room that said “FAMILY CONSULTATION ROOM”. He found them talking quietly, but they stopped when he arrived.

“What is going on out there?” asked Takenaga. “I got a bad feeling about a group of ladies out there and the clerk hustled me in here”

Ranmaru answered him, “It seems we may be marked too. I saw them come in. They looked ticked, and if they knew who we were, we'd be in trouble. I asked if we could hide somewhere. What news do you have? It can't be good. You don't look your debonair self, which is probably the only reason you were able to get over here.”

“It's really not good guys. He's lucky to be alive, though I think he'd rather be dead. He's not going to be in any fights for a long, long time. If he comes out of all this, women might not be a problem either. To be somewhat gentle, they may have made him a eunuch.”

“What do you mean?!?!” yelled Yuki and Ranmaru in unison. “That's cold! “How did they manage that?”

“It seems he took a few direct hits while he was on the ground, he might be ok, but the doctor said there were heel marks there.”

“EWWW!” they exclaimed holding themselves.

Sunako was in the corner taking in this exchange. She really did not know what to say or do. She was thinking back to what she was thinking while she made dinner. He truly was a bright light, she thought. Those women nearly killed him. Why did he say those things? What did he mean? Was he taking about me when he addressed the crowd? It sounds a bit like me, do I really mean that much to him on some level? We fight all the time; it often comes to a draw though. He would never hurt me and I could never bring myself to mar his appearance. I've gone after people who've hurt him and vice versa. Does that mean we understand each other? I can't spend time with him because of my nosebleeds.

Why do I have those nosebleeds? They started after my rejection in middle school. The boy that shattered my heart and soul wasn't nearly as handsome as my current roommates, but he was cute in his own way. Perhaps it's a way my mind and body work together to keep me from being hurt again. As my life got darker, I felt more comfortable with the macabre and blood never bothered me like it does with others. The more gross I was, the more isolated I became. No one wants to be around a bloody mess, especially with AIDS and Hepatitis being a common fear. I never had to worry about fitting someone's idea of beauty, and I didn't care. If I get over my fear of rejection, will my nosebleeds go away?

In the reception area, the women who had gathered were bullying the clerk.

“We figured out that the hospital didn't transfer him. Where is he? We want to know what room he's in so we can send our regards. Is he going to be all right? Why are you keeping information from people who really care about him?”

They made so much noise that Sunako, decided that she would face the crowds that gave Kyohei so much pain and hurt him so bad. So she slipped out of the conference room.

“Do you truly care about Kyohei?” she yelled.

“Hey, I'm talking to you guys!” She called over the din “Do you guys really care? Do you care that he was attacked and nearly killed by women who supposedly adore him? Were any of you present when this happened? Or are you simply following the story and want to take a peek at the infamous Takano Kyohei?”

“What's it to you bitch?” Someone responded. “It's not like you would even have a chance with him.” “I bet you don't even know him, or even saw him up close.” “At least we are pretty.” “You look like a bag lady.” “We don't want your ugliness in the same hospital as our Kyohei-kun.!

Sunako drew herself up and drew a long breath. “It means a whole lot to me, and as far as the term `bitch' goes I would think that title would fit you all. He was brought down by a pack of wild she-dogs, otherwise known as bitches. It takes a lot of guts to attack a man on the ground.” She spat out.

“He was talking crazy and some of us wanted to show that we were interested in him. We would never hurt him intentionally. ” One of the leaders said. “We like to go to the arcade and watch him play. He never brings a girl along, so he's fair game. A man that looks like that needs a pretty woman by his side and we'd all like to be that one. I'd bet some would be willing to share. There are so many fun things to do as a group.”

“Not that you would have any idea what I'm talking about, ugly!” Someone yelled.

“He called us all something; I can't remember what it was. It wasn't flattering. Then he said that he has someone, that's distant and doesn't show her feelings. She's someone who isn't silly and foolish like us.” The leader continued

“Yeah, like anyone doesn't get giddy around him. That's physically impossible.” Another person called out.

“Then he said that he wanted to be like her. Dead to the world around him, not caring what people say to or about him. Then he said the oddest thing, he wanted to share her coffin. We knew then that he was completely around the bend. He got on his hands and knees and begged that we leave him in peace and let him seek the solitude that this mystery girl offered him. We couldn't bear to see him be like this and we rushed him to cheer him up. He started pushing people away, telling to leave him alone and let him go to the darkness. Some of the group must have hit back. He was already on his knees, so it wasn't hard for him to have fallen on the ground. I really don't know what happened after that, but when I was able to get away from the group, he was on the ground, bent at odd angles, bleeding profusely. Someone called the ambulance, but the only one hurt was Kyohei. That was the last thing I would have wanted. Some of us followed the ambulance and we left when we heard that he was transferred. It seems that the hospital tried to keep him away from those who love him.”

Unbeknownst to the group of ladies, Officer Fuuma came down and heard what was being said. He called for back up and by the time the leader stopped speaking, he had the dialogue on tape. The police gathered up the group for questioning, though they knew they would never know who did what.

While they were being led to the waiting police cars, Sunako said “You know, you really should think about who you may be talking to before you spout out things. There really is someone in his life like that you know. You made assumptions about me. Oh yes, I know Kyohei-kun well, very well. I live with him. I cook, do laundry, and care for him when he's sick. We've seen each other naked. I've kissed him and have nearly slept with him a few times, YOUR KYOHEI-KUN, AS IF! Oh yes, I do own a coffin I sleep in, for your information. I never knew he felt that way about me, because of all you guys follow him around and made me feel inferior. You are truly ugly people. You have desecrated a beautiful creature and I could never forgive you for that. I hope what you did haunts your dreams.