This is one of my first Fanfic's. Actually, the first one I decided to share to the world. I'm sorry if the first few chapters are a little boring, but please, bear with me as this story goes through. My inspiration is the one and only, Sakura414. Check out her stories too! Please enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing this! Reviews are what keep me motivated! ^^ I wouldn't consider this to be a crossover so here are the links of the characters that you don't know. They are not my own! They're Shungiku-Sama's.
Usagi-San/ Akihiko Usami- . /_dS7AK-KqSPc/TMyYjZLmCDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/zKLI05YtcL4/ s1600/The_Great_Lord_Usami_by_
Aikawa-San- . /_cb20120102224034/junjouromantica/images/0/09/Eri _
Isaka-San- . /_
I ran into the hospital, not knowing where I was going. I didn't care where I was going, as long as I found them. Usagi-San picked me up, like I was a little child.
"It's disgraceful to run around in such a place." He scolded at me.
I squirmed in his arms, wanting to find my brother and sister. Tears welled in my eyes.
"Brother and Sister! Brother and Sister!" I shouted like a child.
Usagi-San stroked my hair.
"Hush, be quiet." He ordered.
Tears ran through my cheeks. I hiccupped.
"B-but," I started.
Usagi-San asked where my brother and sister were. The lady at the front desk told him the room number and looked up. The woman smiled at me. Usagi-San thanked the person and headed to the room. There, I saw my brother and his spouse in hospital beds, the monitors beeping. Usagi-San put me down. I ran to the two beds, taking their hands with both of my arms and weeping. My brothers hand weakly patted my head and stroked my hair. I sniffled.
"W-what happened?" I asked my brother.
My brother smiled.
"We wanted to come back and see you so badly, I couldn't wait to give you the presents we bought you for your birthday. We rushed home in the rain and the car slid then crashed. Happy birthday, Emi-Chan," He said.
Could my brother be dumb? My parents died for the same reason, just not in my birthday. What if they both died? My brother continued.
"Usagi, take care of my sister, I want you to adopt her. Otherwise, she will be taken away." He ordered.
My eyes widened.
"What are you saying? Are you two going to die?" I asked shocked, more tears running down my cheeks.
My brother smiled and stroked my hair once more. Usagi-San nodded in agreement of the order that my brother gave to him. I shook my head and turned to my brother's spouse. The woman gave me a smile and squeezed my hand.
"You're old enough to understand about death, right? You can be brave about this, never forget that your brother and I love you, always." She said.
More tears ran down my face as I sniffled loudly. Both my brother and his spouse squeezed my hand tightly. The monitor suddenly started to slow down. I looked at both of them.
"No! NO! You can't just die and leave me by myself! You're the only ones I have!" I shouted, squeezing their hands.
My brother looked me in the eyes.
"I'm sorry. I love you." He whispered, closing his eyes.
I looked at both my brother and sister. The monitors went blank, the sound of when a person dies.
"NO!" I shouted.
The both squeezing hands went limp. My hands shook as I let go of their hands. I looked up at Usagi-San. This could not be happening! Usagi-San sighed and picked me up. He forced me to wrap my legs around his stomach. I started to scream in protest.
"No! Brother and sister! Brother and sister!" I shouted, reaching for them with my arms.
Usagi-San picked up the presents they had got me and walked out of the room. As I looked back, I saw doctors rushing in the room. I buried my face in his chest as I sniffled and stained his shirt with tears. While we walked through the hospital, I felt people staring at me. It started to make me feel uncomfortable.
"Aw, poor thing," I heard someone say.
We walked up to the front desk to check out. I saw the woman's eyes. They filled with sympathy and sorrow. More tears ran down my cheeks. The lady in the front desk put a bowl of lollypops in front of me. I picked out a grape one, one of my brothers and my favorites.
"T-thank you," I managed to say, hiding my face from the woman.
The woman smiled.
"You're welcome, child. How old are you, dear?" She asked me.
My face turned into a small scowl. I hated it when people called me a child. The scowl soon disappeared. I looked up at the woman, opening my mouth to try and speak. Not a single sound came out. Usagi-San rubbed my arm in reassurance.
"She's fourteen, as of today." He replied smoothly. The man noticed I was having difficulty with the candy wrapper. Usagi-San took the lollypop and opened it for me. He shoved it in my mouth. I sucked on the candy with no emotion. Usagi-San stroked my hair.
The woman's eyes widened, showing she was surprised. Everybody showed that same expression when Usagi-San told them my age. "Really now, In all honesty, I thought she was four years younger. She looks very young for her age." She admitted in an amused tone. Great, they're talking as if I'm not even there. Usagi-San chuckled a little.
"That's how most people respond when I tell them her age." He said, turning his focus back to me and realized that I was becoming irritable with their conversation. Usagi-San noticed me trying to suppress a yawn.
"You need your rest after that entire crying, little one." He said soothingly.
I frowned once more. It seems to be that I'm beginning to be treated like a child.
The woman smiled once more.
"Have a nice day, and be careful with the rain." She said as Usagi-San walked out.
The rain, the rain was the reason that made my whole family die. Usagi-San carried me like a child to the parking lot. He opened the car door and buckled me in. I would have protested and done so myself, but I was pretty tired. Usagi-San started the car and drove home carefully. When we got home, we were greeted by Misaki and an unexpected surprise by Aikawa-San and Isaka-San. I didn't want to see them; I didn't want to see anybody. They both smiled at me when they saw me with a lollypop in my mouth. Aikawa-San spoke up.
"Aw, you look so cute. How was it with the hospital?" She asked.
Tears welled in my eyes, my lip quivered, and I clung on Usagi-San's shirt. The best birthday gift ever, is having someone so close to you die and leave you alone without anyone else in my family. My mom and dad died when I was nine years old. And now, five years later, the rest of my family died. I couldn't take it anymore. I burst into tears, Usagi-San started to bounce me a little, stroking my hair. He began to try and soothe me.
"Hush, little one. It's okay, it's okay." He said in a whisper, sitting down and bouncing me on his lap.
Tears fell on my face, my crying had calmed down to hiccups and sniffles. I wonder what did my brother and sister got me that was so important. I reached for the bags slowly. Usagi-San noticed and picked them up for me. I started to open the presents. Most of them were just art and drawing supplies.
There was one more bag. It seemed to be wrapped carefully. Once I uncovered the wrapping paper, I saw that it was a scrapbook. It looked pink and girly, just my type of style. The cover had words that said, 'Happy 14th birthday!' on it. I opened the cover and saw the words, 'First year of Emi-Chan's life'.
I turned to the next page. There were a lot of pictures of me as a newborn, my parents and brother smiling and laughing at me. There was another picture of me, a couple of months old, holding my brothers nose while he carried me. My brother was 15 at the time. Tears welled in my eyes as I turned more pages. When I got to the age of ten, there were pictures of me. It looked like I was really sad and depressed. Throughout the photos that I saw, there were no more pictures of me smiling and laughing. Those sad expressions on my face are the same ones that they are today.
My hands covered my eyes as I started to cry. I rocked myself back and forth. I kept on blaming myself. If it wasn't for me, they would have still been alive. I struggled to stand up. This just couldn't be the end! I fell to the floor screaming,
"It's my entire fault! I was the one who killed you, your wife, mom and dad!"
Usagi-San came rushing to me, picking me up as I started to wail. He tried to soothe me. I shook my head in denial. I kicked my feet and wailed. All Isaka-San and Aikawa-San could do, was watch as I threw my crying fit. Aikawa-San looked at me, worried.
"Maybe she needs some grief counseling." She suggested.
My eyes widened. Grief counseling sounded as if I needed help with my problems. Usagi-San rocked and soothed me.
"No, no. She just needs some rest and time to get adjusted to this accidental situation." He said, trying to assure her and soothe me at the same time.
The world seemed like it was spinning when my eyes began to droop. Another tear rolled from my eye, just before I fell asleep in Usagi-San's arms. The tall man laid me down on the couch, where I rested. Usagi-San went back to editing and dealing with his upcoming novel with the two other adults. I started to dream something happy, something that I've wanted to dream for my whole life. The dream was sunny, happy, and bright.
There, I saw my parents, my brother, and his wife standing around laughing and smiling. They waved their hands, motioning me to come forward to them. I started to walk toward them, slowly. My mother and father reached their hands out for me. Just as I was about to grab their hands, everything suddenly went dark, I heard all of them cry for help. Then there was a loud cashing sound. Then dead silence, except for the pouring rain and thunder. My eyes opened immediately, tears quickly appeared in my eyes. There was a loud crash of thunder. I whimpered. The three adults looked up at me, concern filled their eyes. How dare they look at me as if I'm a helpless child!
Once I heard the doorbell ring, I quickly wiped my eyes with my sleeve. Misaki walked toward the door and opened it. All I heard was a high-pitched squeal and footsteps running towards my direction with the person squealing, "Emi-Chan!~" When I turned around, I found myself being hugged tightly by Aoi, my cross-dressing childhood friend.
"A-Aoi, get o-off m-me!" I exclaimed, trying to pull his arms off of me.
Aoi only hugged me tighter, making it impossible to escape. "Aw, you're just so cute! That outfit you have on, it's so adorable!" He squealed in a girly voice. I wouldn't blame him, it was pretty cute, but so not me. The outfit was a cute pink dress that went down to my knees. No wonder people had mistaken me as a young child. I always dressed as a little kid. Girls my age would probably wear mini-skirts or something like that. A blush formed across my face.
"Not as nice as yours, even though you're a Cross-dresser." I admitted, finally pulling myself away from the hug. Aoi giggled, twirling around in his maid-like dress.
"I know, right?" He asked, admiring his dress.
I nodded slightly. "Right…" I said as my voice trailed off, biting my lip so tears wouldn't come out.
Aoi obviously noticed me biting my lip.
"Where are your brother and his wife? I was sure that I would hear laughs and giggles coming out of you since they were here." He questioned me.
My anger and frustration built up inside of me. I can't take it anymore! I will not be treated as a child for the rest of my life! I clenched my fists tightly. "Get out…" I said coldly.
Aoi looked at me with a puzzled face. "What do you mean, Emi-Chan?" He asked.
"GET OUT! STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD AND GET OUT!" I shouted at Aoi.
Aoi looked heartbroken. "Fine, if that's how you want it to be, then I'll get out! And I won't come back either!" He shouted, storming off and slamming the door as he exited the apartment.
I'm done! Sorry if the death scene wasn't good, I never experienced a death in the family, so…yeah… I'm currently writing the second chapter so that'll be here in a bit. Ouran host club will be in the next chapter. -Michelle