Your eyes flutter open and take in the scenery around you. You are lying on a bed and looking up at a very clean, white ceiling. You sit up, to further look at your surroundings, and realize that you are in a hospital. As you look around the room, you tried to recall what happened and why you are in a, what appears to be, hospital. As you look around, however, you notice a white cast on your right arm. You cringe remembering your " epic escape" from the Hitachiin fashion store in the mall. As you recall your memories, you groan when you remember the conversation that you had with Kaoru about what all had happened with Yuri. You are snapped out of your train of thought, when the door to your room is opened, allowing a man in a long white coat to enter.

"Ah, I am glad to see that you have awoken. How are you feeling?" The man asks you, holding a pen to the clipboard in his arms. You look at him with a blank stare before gesturing with your left arm at your body that is laying on the white hospital cot, raising an eyebrow.

"Do I look okay to you?"  You retort, keeping your tone level with a cold edge behind it, causing his eyebrows to shoot up in surprise at the malice behind your words.

The man stutters to speak as his eyes grow wide in disgust.He scoffs, before rolling his eyes at you, replying, "Well this kitten has a sharp tongue," sarcasm lacing his tone.

"I could say the same thing about you," you retort with a smirk gracing your features.

Appalled by the way you're speaking to him, he saunters over to you with an arrogant aura. He rests his clipboard and pen on the bedside table. He turns to face you and kneels next to the bed, resting his crossed arms on the sheets laying atop you. "Feisty, aren't we," he asks, though it is more of a statement than a question.

As you are about to counter with a statement to match his own; you feel an ominous energy fill the room, sending shivers down your spine.

Turning to find the source of the new presence, you make a great show of ignoring the man as you look around. As your eyes rake across the room, you notice a figure standing in the shadow of the doorway. You snicker to yourself when you catch sight of the familiar black notebook that the figure held.

Kyoya.

You smirk to yourself, realizing that while the black book was certainly no deathnote, it could very well contain the means to this man's demise. Fleetingly, you wonder how long Kyoya has been standing there before you shake your head,rolling your eyes at yourself.

'He's Kyoya,' you remind yourself. 'He's always watching.' Shivers run up your spine again at this thought, knowing that you had accidentally given your mind the fuel that it needed for Kyoya based nightmares. You watch as Kyoya's tall figure lingers in the doorway for a moment longer before stepping into your room. You raise a brow at him as he gestures towards your side.

Realization hits you full force as you turn to face the man from before who appears to be completely oblivious to Kyoya's presence. He gives you an arrogant smirk, and speaks.

"Done being defiant?" He asks sarcastically. Resisting the urge to role your eyes, you stare strait into his eyes.

"Nope," you had a hard times restraining your self from laughing at him as surprise floods his expression, leaving him wide eyed, with a noticeable tick mark on his forehead. He groans in frustration, resting his head upon his arms, heaving a deep sigh before straightening. He stands up from his kneeling position, retrieving his clipboard and pen from the bedside table. He turns to face you once more before speaking with disdain.

"Well, you don't seem to be having any trouble speaking, so the damage to your ribs must be minimal. And seeing as you are so feisty, the anesthesia must have worn off. So you're in the all clear." He turns around, walking away from you, but you don't miss the small tsk that passed through his lips as he did. His annoyance is short lived, though, as he notices Kyoya standing near the door. He noticeably pales as his brain registers the situation. Standing in front of him was Kyoya Ootori, the third son of the owner of this very hospital which you were in.

"M-Mr. Kyoya, erm...... sir.... I, uh, wasn't told that you would... uh... be visiting us today... ehm.. to what do we owe the pleasure?" The man speaks, stuttering his words as he noticeably sweats under Kyoya's gaze.

"Well Mr. Ontari, I was here to check up on my friend, Miss (Y/N) when I noticed that you had beaten me to it. It does raise the question though, what are you doing here? Mr. Somi was assigned to Miss (Y/N), not you." Kyoya states, causing your eyebrows to raise as your eyes widen in surprise. Mr. Ontari smiles at Kyoya before replying with no hesitation.

"Oh, is that so? I must have gotten the rooms mixed up then." He reigns innocence as he walks past Kyoya, into the doorway before pausing to look over his shoulder at you. "Oh and (Y/N)? Try not to jump off of anymore ledges. He would hate to see you hurting yourself again." With these last words, he exits the room, closing the door behind him.

"I'll have to call for an analysis on his performance..." Kyoya says thoughtfully as he writes some thing in his notebook. However, you don't pay him much attention at you focus on what the man had said. It scared you. Why? Because the only person who knew what happened in the mall was Kaoru and you had sworn him to secrecy, with the exception of telling Kyoya. If that man knew what had happened, then either he was there or.... Some one else was.....

"He would hate to see you hurting yourself again." Mr. Ontari's words echo though your head as your breath  hitches. There was only one person that he could have been talking about.

Yuri.

After Kyoya spoke with another doctor (this one was not a creep), you were given the all clear to leave the hospital. Kyoya, after writing down a quick note, helped you out of the bed carefully. You cringe while standing up, the change of position stretching your side, causing your fractured ribs to protest at the movement. Clenching your jaw, you try not to labor your breathing from the pain. Linking your not injured arm through Kyoya's, you slowly make your way through the hospital and down into the lobby. Kyoya gently guides you over to the check out desk, standing with you in the line. As you wait, however, you are not oblivious to the whispers and comments that are sent your way. The most prominent being a couple with their teenaged daughter. The mother, quite obviously, was pregnant, which was most likely the reason behind their visit.

"Is that one of the Ootori brothers?" The mother asked her husband, not so subtly gesturing in our direction. This causes the man to cast a glance our way, before turning to his wife.

"He must be someone of importance, especially with what he's wearing." He states while wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Their talking caught their daughter's attention, as she looked up from her phone, moving her bangs from her eyes.

"Of course it is, gosh you guys are so dumb," she rolls her eyes while blowing a bubble with her gum. Once it has inflated, she bites down on it, causing it to pop loudly. The man, then turns to face her, eyebrows raised in a questioning gaze.

"What do you mean?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest, his tone laced with annoyance from her clear lack of respect for him. Rolling her eyes once more, the teenaged girl, looks back at her phone, typing quickly at the screen. Once she finishes, she taps on, what you can only assume is a picture, and turns the phone so that her father can see the screen.

"Kyoto Ootori," she states in a bland tone, as though she is bored with the conversation, which is most likely the case. "He is the youngest of the brothers, attends Ouran's Elite Private Academy, and is the Vice-President in it's "Host Club"." After finishing with her little "speech", she turned around her phone and went back to what every she had been doing before her parents had started the conversation. While more and more people started to cast looks at you and Kyoya, all you could think about was how amazing that girl was at finding out details. She was almost a female version of Kyoya. Although, facts on Kyoya such as the ones that she stated weren't to hard to find, considering that he was the son of a very successful business man, the way that she had stated it was.... different. She didn't say it in a way that made you think, 'Oh, this girl must either be 1. A fan or 2. A crazy stalker for her to know that.'. She said it in a way that almost made you think that she did this on a day to day basis and just... knew.... these things, for lack of a better term. Much like Kyoya himself.

Looking at the line in front of you, you see that there are still quite a few people ahead as an elderly lady was holding up the line. Most times, you would complain about the time that she was taking, however, that was not today. You tap Kyoya on the arm, getting his attention, before nodding in the direction of the girl, signaling that you were going to go talk to her. He merely raises an eyebrow at you before shrugging his shoulders, turning to face the front of the line once more. Now having Kyoya's approval, you leave the line and walk over to where the family is standing. Walking up to the girl, you tap her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention. She turns to face you, eyes lightning up slightly upon identifying you.

"Yes?" She asks, putting her phone into her pocket, giving you her full attention. You open your mouth to speak, before noticing her family and other people watching you two. You instead shake you head at her, discreetly nodding your head towards a bench on the far side on the room, only enough for her to see. She nods her head, and follows you across the building before sitting next to you on the bench. Quickly looking around, your eyes darting over the lobby looking for any prying eyes or ears. Upon seeing none, you turn to face the girl once more, and open your mouth to speak.

"What's your name?" You ask, keeping your tone hushed, just to stay on the safe side. Catching on, the girl leans closer to you, before answering.

"Sayaka Matsumoto. How may I help you?" She asks, though you have a feeling that she may already know.

"Do you know who I am?" You ask her, watching her intently.

"Of course I do. You are (Y/N) Fujioka, The Celebrities' Kitten, 15 years of age and attending Ouran's Elite Private Academy." She states, no hesitation or or uncertainty in her tone, you observe. You nod your head at her answer before replying.

"What else do you know?" You see her entire demeanor change, from the expression on her phase to her posture. Smirking, she leans in to speak directly into your ear. Then, in hushed tones, she replies.

"Your sister's name is Haruhi Fujioka, you are twins. Your mother's name was Kotoko Fujioka, her maiden name was Kotoko Simsera and she was the only daughter of the late Lord Simsera. She has two older brothers. The eldest, Ayato, is now the new Lord Simsera, and the other brother, Rui, is married to Princess Sakura of Lunadale. She left and married your father, Ryoji Fujioka. She died when you were young and a few years after, you left for the United States." She goes on and on, naming your entire lineage and events that happened in your family, even bringing up your so called "fiancé", Yuri. These facts throughly convincing you that this girl was defiantly worth your time. After she had finished with telling you her information, you asked her how she knew all of these things. When she replied with "A little bit of hacking here and there," you knew that you had the perfect person for the job.

"Well, Sayaka, It seems that I have a job for you." You say, neatly crossing your knees, resting your hands on your lap in a business like pose. She holds up a hand, lightly shaking her head. You nod, her message being clear, someone was watching. She stands, handing you a card with, what you assume to be, her number on it. Catching on, you take the card and nod, shaking her hand before standing up as well and walking back over to where Kyoya is waiting. You glanced down at the card in your hand, smiling to yourself, before pocketing it and stepping up to the desk to check out. You were thankful, that Kyoya didn't ask any questions, though you were sure that he already knew what you were planning from the moment you went to talk with Sayaka. All you could do now was to hope and pray that she had the resources and expertise to do what you needed.