Robot {OHSHC Fan Fiction}

5- Ok

A helicopter fanned above Vero. He laid unconscious on the rock, exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and cold. Men grappled down from the helicopter surrounding the rock and snatched Vero from the ground.

The second he was in the helicopter he was stripped to his underwear and shoved into blankets.

The men reported to their superior in the helicopter with shocking news of the body and it's condition. The superior thought for a moment and the helicopter went off towards the nearest Ootori owned hospital.

- - - -

Cyura paced the large hallways of the Ootori manaion, waiting for some sort of news. Oh how she felt guilty.

I can't believe I did that. He is going to hate me forever.

She knew he couldn't be dead, he was way too strong to die, he has survived gang fights; he has to be fine. The anxious knot in her stomach grew. Her phone rang and in an instant she picked it up.

"Hello?" She spoke quickly in Japanese.

"Hello princess," It was her father of course, "How was your day at the beach? I haven't heard from Vero." The guilt returned tenfold. He sounded annoyed with that last sentence.

"I lost him." She blurted out covering her mouth, and it was silent on the other line for a couple moments.

"Was he kidnapped? What happened?"

"I pushed him into the middle of the ocean and I couldn't pull him back and we don't know where he is." Her eyes began to water, her voice wavering.

"Oh princess, don't worry it's probably for the best, if Vero isn't strong enough to-" She snapped the phone shut, her father didn't understand.

They were friends. Bodyguard and Princess. But best friends. He knew her best and although she didn't know a lot about Vero, he let her in much more than others did.

The door from the main room opened as Kyoya entered. "They've found Vero, he's being brought to the hospital as we speak." He said and ignored her teary form as he went to inform the others.

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When I woke up I was covered in a bundle of blankets with an iv in one arm and tons of tabs all over my body. Hospital. Damn.

I sat up and saw a man in a suit sitting in a chair, head on the covers, face covered by his arms.

I stared at him for a couple moments having a mental debate, before shoving him back. He fell out of the chair and sprawled out onto the floor.

"What the hell?" He spoke in Japanese.

"Yeah, what the hell. Who are you and why are you using my bed as a resting place? Get out." I responded in such sharp Japanese I couldn't believe myself for a second.

"Veronica?" The man stared at me in shock for a moment before his eyes softened.

"I don't know the hell you're talking about. My name is Vero. I'm not a girl." I crossed my arms over my chest. Eyes sharp and dangerous.

"You don't have to act as a bodyguard anymore. I got your freedom." He spoke with a grin, reaching out to grab my hands. I sucker punched him in the jaw.

"The hell are you going on about? Who are you?" I growled.

"Oh my. But you do look so much like Veronica. Have you been taking supplements?" I froze for a moment and my eyes narrowed in on the guy.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked.

"Your uncle. Or at least. I think I am. You are Veronica Boiero, last daughter to Alex Boiero who was murdered in an explosion on a boat."