For the Sake of Normalcy

14

The three men stopped outside a large, traditional style house. Kyoya knew his father and uncle were proud at their accomplishment of finally capturing Shiori. It was still something he didn't even understand. She wasn't a threat by any means and didn't display any sign of physical strength. There was no gain in capturing her. The three turned to look at Shiori and froze. She was gone. How did she leave without them knowing? Wouldn't they have heard her? Throughout Kyoya's life, he's never seen his father lose his cool until now. He put a hand over his face.

"Where did she go?" Kyoya's uncle asked. "Kyoya, did you hear her leave?" He asked Kyoya.

"No."

Kyoya's father shook with anger. "What shall I do, brother?" The uncle asked.

"Don't do anything."

"Why not?" The uncle asked.

"I'll give her this win for now."

Kyoya was surprised. Usually, his father would have whoever defied him killed or severely injured. However, Shiori was the only exception. She was the one that everyone in the family talked about. Yet, Kyoya didn't know why everyone was obsessed with her. Even though he didn't have many interactions with her, she was always on time and didn't cause any trouble for anyone.

"Shall I give orders?" Kyoya's uncle asked.

"No." Kyoya's father turned his back to them. "If she steps out of line once, Kyoya, go ahead and give her the Hibari specialty."

"Yes, father." It was the only thing he could say. Even he couldn't defy his father. At least he didn't dare do it in the state his father was in. It'd be too dangerous.

For the remainder of the week, I noticed Kyoya watching me a lot. It was probably on his father's orders. He'd even be patrolling the hallway my class was on more than usual. No one in class seemed to noticed. At least, no one openly spoke about it. They were all too afraid of Kyoya. On my way home on Friday, I saw him standing between the school entrance and the gate. I had a feeling he was waiting for me, but I kept walking.

"Stop." He spoke.

I stopped a few feet away from him. "Yes?"

"How's your hand?" He asked.

I tilted my head with confusion. I thought he'd ask how I left or make me go with him. I lifted my hand with my palm facing him. There was only a small scratch left. He was slowly coming to the realization the wound wasn't as bad as it initially looked. "I'll be just fine." I could see his body tense.

"Impossible..." He muttered.

"What is?"

Kyoya grabbed my hand and stared with disbelief. "Your hand should still be sliced open."

"Should it?" He nodded. "I guess I'm a fast healer." It wasn't that at all. I only made one spot in the middle of where I cut that was deeper than the rest. It was enough to fake a larger wound. "May I leave, sir?"

"Yes."

I gave a small bow and walked right past him. I had to cover my mouth as soon as I left the gates. Yuko was starting to rub off on me. I wanted to laugh right in his face, but I knew better. Kyoya was innocent until he tries to attack me. Plus, it'd be more satisfying to laugh at his father and uncle instead. They gave me this small victory probably out of pity. For them, it's one too many victories. They'll come sooner or later. I didn't know when, but I knew I had to be ready at any time. This was a simple game between a cat and a mouse. They just didn't realize they were the mouse.