We walked in silence until we reached his estate. I had insisted we didn't take the limo for various reasons that Kyoya surprisingly didn't question. I smiled to him as we stood in front of his door. He looked down. "I understand that this may come off as strange but... I would appreciate it if you didn't walk me home. My father may get upset." I nodded to him, smiling, this time it was more forced. "Absolutely, Mr. Ootori. See you tomorrow." Tomorrow we have to go back to school... Without Tamaki. Who knows what could happen to him in the week it will take for the
higher-ups to authorize the files? I shivered involuntarily at the thought of Kiyomi doing something to Tamaki. Not that I cared for him in that sense but as his friend, I needed to be honest with myself. I cared about what happened to him. Unlike his father. I frowned almost out of reflex. "Don't be upset... Mr. Suoh has had a hard time with Tamaki after... it's not my place to explain. Goodnight, Takumi." Kyoya wrapped his arms gently around my torso. I smirked and hugged him tighter. "We've already slept in the same room. Why are you so shy, Kyo-ya?" I whispered to him. "I beg your pardon, I-" I laughed a bit and patted him on the head. "Be good to yourself, Ootori." He nodded. "Goodnight." He reapeated. "Goodnight, Kyoya." I replied. I walked away slowly, worrying about Tamaki and trying to sort out how I felt about Kyoya. I had just turned onto my corner when I felt off. My head was thumping and my shest was tightening up. I felt extremely sore and strained. Black dots danced across my line of vision. I sat down agaonst the wall. I should probably tell someone. I pulled out my phone and quickly texted Kyoya.
(These are just texts)
Takumi: Kyoya, something's wrong. I don't feel well.
Kyoya: What's happening? Can you list your symptoms?
Takumi: No. I can't describe it. It just hurts.
Kyoya: What hurts?
Takumi: Everything.
Kyoya: That's not very specific Takumi: Sorry, Kyo.
Kyoya: Takumi, stay where you are.
Takumi: Like I would move.
Kyoya: Just keep texting. It's keeping you focused.
Takumi: Focused on what? I'm kinda worried.
Kyoya: Don't be. I'm on my way right now.
Takumi: Anyone eve told you that you act like Superman when you text?
Kyoya: Who?
Takumi: Amwricsn guy with a reed caep. Uou wpuldn'y now im.
(I intentionally made it like that )
Kyoya: Takumi? Stay focused. Where are you?
Takumi: Bi mu hose
Kyoya: What?
Takumi: My hom
Kyoya: Your home? I'm almost there. Bye.
(And that's all folks)
I shut my phone. It was like vertigo. I couldn't see strait. Everything hurt and it was hard to breath. I sat there for a moment before remembering that I needed to breathe. "Takumi!" Kyoya shouted, running over to me before squatting beside me and pressing a gentle hand to my forehead. "You're running an extremely high fever. You need a doctor." I nodded and tried to stand up. "Sit back. I've got Hikaru and Kaoru calling an ambulance." I sighed and leaned against the wall again. "You've given us quite the scare." He told me. I could just barely make out the words. "Hm.." I closed my eyes. "Takumi-senpai!" A girl shouted.