Kyoya Ootori was never one to smile, not truly. You could have a sincere smirk, or a fake beam, but he just wasn't one to smile.
Tamaki Suoh could always be relied upon to smile. Charming, happy, amused, obnoxious; and smile a person could name. He was a warm and happy person, the opposite of Kyoya; but there always did seem to be a bond between them. But, Kyoya was making it his mission to become a little more on par with the blond. Not in terms of personality, oh no; but in terms of appearance. Beauty would replace his hideousness, where once was fat would only be thin, beautiful skin.
But what Kyoya didn't know was that there was a circus mirror's image of himself in his mind. He didn't know that the Kyoya he saw wasn't real, just a piece of fiction from a diseased mind.
He didn't know that ribs and collarbones shouldn't be seen; or he did, and the fact was disregarded when he could see himself jiggle.
He didn't see that the fingers he forced down his throat were nothing more than bone and skin.
He didn't consider that that was the reason his friends gave him concerned looks. In his mind, as the number on the scale went down, the circus mirror contorted even more.
"They're pitying me. They can see how big I'm getting."
But that wasn't it. Kyoya was ill, looked ill. His hair was thinning as well as his frame, his uniform hung off boney shoulders and his once beautiful ivory skin was pale and sickly, marred with dark circles under his eyes and blue veins that were to visable.
Kyoya saw none of that.
His health was declining, always so tired and exhausted. He just wanted to sleep... He couldn't sleep...
They got drunk one night. The twins and Haruhi stayed sober, but the others drank; even Honey.
Kyoya was the first to feel it's affects, no food in his stomach and little weight.
"Y'know," he slurred, "I think - I think Tam-Tamaki's the sun, and I'm the moon. No, no, no; it makes sense, don't worry."
"Sempai, I think you're a bit intoxicated..." Haruhi began, unsurehow to finish. She was just a little concerned...
"No, no, no," Kyoya denied, "listen, listen. He is so... Bright and eye catching, happy and warm; the sun. I am the moon; cold, dusty little rock no one really cares about. The moon reflects the sun's light, the sun makes him shine, but also shadows him; the moon will always be partly in darkness. No one cares about the moon."
"I think the moon is beautiful," Tamaki interjects, his speech lazy but not slurring. He's only tipsy, not to the point of drunk like Kyoya.
"From afar, possibly; in a tragic sort of way," Kyoya pondered, "But closer, closer you see it's just a dusty rock who's reputation for beauty is vastly overstated. I'm so much like the moon..."
Everyone agreed to put him into bed at that point, concerned for his well-being. They'd address it in the morning, when all of them were sober.
A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction for OHSHC and would appreciate a review. I'm fending off ideas for more, a lot more, and there will also be more chapters of this.
See you soon!