()We have a Dance()Ootori Kyouya()Its Called Love()9

After the incident,my father was put in prison and charged with child abuse as well as many drug abuses.I can't remember the exact number, but I knew he was going to be in custody fora long time. The company, however, was the more important thing on my mind. I did not feel like I was capable of leading a company at this age. Sure, I was taught this and that, but it was certainly not enough to lead a company.
As my other family members tried to stray the press away fromus, I was too. I felt kind of alone at that point. Covered in bandages, I would hold myself as much as I could and cry.

The doctor's final diagnosis was thatI hadseveral broken ribs, a broken arm, anda punctured lung. Iknew that for a fact that was not anecessarily good thing.The doctor, who was so kind, told me everything was going to be alright.

"There is also a slight chance that your lung will collaspe in the near future, with the shatteredbones and all,so we are probably going to have to do surgery to put it back together," said the warm doctor.
I can't say that I wasn't scared when he told me that. My face fell a little bit but I tried to pull through and kept thinking it could always get much worse.
The hospital scheduled my surgery for next week. In the meantime, they told me to calm down and not do anything rambunctious. I sighed and subconciously did not listen. I knew Honey would want to play a game of sorts with me and that would involve action.
I was also very reluctant to go back to the house after my surgery. So many memories would flood to my head and make it, quite frankly, implode.
A knock on the door woke me from my dazed dream. I tried to look up, but managed to see hair like raven feathers.
"Hey," he said,"Brought you some food."
My heart floated when I recognized the voice as Kyouya's.
"Thank you," I said in my discomforted position of lying down but keeping my head up. I reached my hand up to grab something in the plastic bag that Kyouya had. I noticed that he was in his school uniform.
"Did you come here straight from school?" I inquired.
Kyouya sighed,"Yes, the others were so persistant on coming but I managed to avoid them to make a much quieter experience."
I silently thanked Kyouya and his gut instinct for keeping them away. I did love those guys like they were my brothers, but I certainly did not want my body bruised even more than it already was.
"I know this is kind of mean to say, but thanks" I said, perking up a slight smile,"Kyouya-kun."
The black haired man gently grasped my bandaged hand and smiled.
I kind of jumped a bit when his cold hand was placed onto mine. It felt comforting, yes, but startling. My lips trembled a bit as I tried to break my new heartfelt news.
"Kyouya-kun," I said in a nice soft voice,"The doctor came in and told me I'm going to have to go into surgery to prevent my lung from collasping."
Kyouya's squeezed my hand a little tighter. I chuckled a little bit.
"Don't worry," I said,"I'll be fine and it's not even scheduled till next week."
His grip relaxed.
"Still," he said with a slight bit of worry in his voice,"What if the surgery goes astray? What if you dont wake up? I'm scared for you."
Even with those frightening words, I managed to keep my hopes up. Whenever Kyouya was near me, I always felt much safer than when I was without him in my company. It was...something I could not think of now that I could live without.
"You shouldn't,"I said,"Your doctors are the best, right? I shouldn't have to worry."
I brought my hand intertwined with Kyouya's and kissed it. His hand then touched my face and he brought his face closer for a kiss. I smiled when I felt his lips slowly place themselves on mine.
The world stopped. All I could focus on now was Kyouya and I, being together.

The rose he brought to me, once was a bud, but now it was a full bloomed scarlet rose.