Of The Lucky Ones - Prologue

A Kyoya Otori (Kyouya Ootori) Story

Ouran High School Host Club © Bisco Hatori
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There was something wrong. I wasn't sure what it was, but there was something terribly off. But, everything was perfect. There wasn't a cloud in the endless sky. The Sun was beating down hard at ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit on that July noon. When I looked into the bluish-grey ocean, I could see my long legs all the way down to my feet on either side of the board I got for my birthday just two days ago. There were a few laughing kids playing around much closer to the shore than we were. I realized that the current had pulled me closer to the swimmers that I was terrified of running over. So, I shouted out to the sandy-haired boy with me, "Let's paddle up north a little. The swimmers are getting in front of us."

"Yeah, I noticed that, too," he commented, flashing the most beautiful white smile back at me.

I watched his bum as I paddled behind him, following him a few yards north of the beach. It and the top part of his tanned hairy legs were covered by some white board shorts from his favorite store, Hollister, with an orange and brown tropical beach scene on them. He stopped and sat up on his long board right before I almost ran into him. I was able to stop in time while an unbroken wave rolled under us. He used his muscular arms to hold his firm torso above the surface of the water. His body looked like it had been sculpted because of playing baseball since he was a little kid, which I knew he actually did. His shaggy hair shaded his round, green eyes from the sun and drew attention to his sweet, sunny face. I didn't go surfing to go surfing even though it was my favorite thing ever. I went surfing that day to see this boy.

The change in location and being by this boy didn't make it anymore comfortable, though; just the opposite, in fact. It wasn't because this boy made me nervous; I was actually the most comfortable when I was around him. This wasn't just some nerve fluttering in my brain, running my estrogen. All of the hairs on my body were standing up. There was this small pressure from an invisible source running up and down my spine. I could feel something grabbing onto my legs in the water even though I knew there was nothing there. A small, withered voice I could only hear in my mind kept saying over and over, "Get out of the water."

I was about to ignore it until I saw a flash of grey slip against the face of a breaking wave between us and the shore out of the corner of my eye. Another wave rolled by, making the sun shimmer against its face which reenacted the flash I saw before, relieving me somewhat, but I was still very uncomfortable being in the water. "Hey, Alex," I called to him, "You wanna go back in and get some ice cream or something? My throat's pretty scratchy from the salt water."

"Sure. I'd love some right about now. These little two-feet things aren't waves, anyway." He smiled at me and started paddling back to shore before I did. As we paddled, (as I watched his bum again,) a much stronger pressure ran up my spine so forcefully that my back was making itself sore. I started paddling faster when we got to the point that the waves were breaking at which made it harder to keep balance. Alex was able to catch one of the larger waves.

I was distracted by the act and stopped paddling to clap for him. Smiling widely, I yelled out as loud as I could, "Yeah! Go Alex!" He smiled back at me and jumped back into the ocean not too far from me to stop himself from going further.

"Izzy!" he yelled, pointing at me, "Behind you! Get that one! Hurry! Start paddling! Come on, Izzy-Anne!" He kept shouting as a wave even bigger than the one he had ridden on came at me fast. "Get it, Iz!" I turned back around and started paddling as fast as I could while the wave pulled me into it, listening to it crashing behind me to judge its position.

Just as it at grabbed onto me and started taking me, an incredibly sharp pain locked onto my right thigh. The pain forcefully dragged me off of my board and against the rough waves, deep into the sea.

Everything fucked up after that.