Chapter 1
"Kyoya what's wrong?" Kyoya looked up sharply from his table in the corner of music room three, his dark eyes void of emotion, "I don't know what you mean?" Tamaki walked over his blond hair sitting perfectly around his blue eyes, "Yes you do Kyoya." Tamaki sat down flamboyantly on the table next to Kyoya's black notebook, "Really Kyoya, you haven't been yourself at all…you've been…more "evil" than usual." A smile fluttered on his features as he studied Kyoya's pale face. Kyoya merely sighed pushing his glasses up his nose with a pale finger, "I honestly don't know what it is you are referring to. I am perfectly fine."
"No, I have to agree with Tamaki-senpai." Kyoya turned in his chair, to see a cute brown haired girl staring hard at him. Tamaki jumped from the table and wrapped his arms around Haruhi's shoulders, "Oh Haruhi I knew you would come through for daddy." Haruhi struggled against Tamaki's grip, and finally managed to push him off, sending him dramatically to the floor. She straightened her school uniform and glanced at Kyoya, "As I was saying, I agree with Tamaki senpai, you haven't been yourself." Kyoya dropped his head onto his pale hand and studied her, "Oh? Then please, by all means tell me what is different." Haruhi frowned for a moment, "Well, first off you haven't blackmailed anyone in a while-"Tamaki, who had regained his footing stepped forward with a more serious expression, "I noticed that you haven't been taking notes in your black note book for a while which is very unusual, and on top of THAT you haven't been talking that much at all…well, even less than usual." The three host club members became quite, so the only sound in the room were the customers and the rest of the host club. Kyoya almost allowed a smirk to form on his lips, "Is that all." Tamaki and Haruhi looked at each other and Haruhi spoke up, "You have also been ignoring your guests Kyoya senpai." Tamaki nodded, "Right, which for you is VERY strange, weren't you the one that said you only do things to benefit yourself? Well, failing your customers is not in the best interest of the club, right?" Kyoya's beautiful, dark eyes widened as he stared at the two in front of him. How could they read him so easily, most people couldn't because of his already dark personality and the dark air around surrounding him. Then again…Haruhi and Tamaki had always been able to see through everyone…they had a strange and… sometimes annoying knack for it.
Kyoya turned his back to them, "I am fine, and even if I wasn't it wouldn't be your business anyway." Kyoya started in surprise as Tamaki suddenly appeared before him. Tamaki's eyes met his, a very serious expression on his face. So, serious…and so unusual that Kyoya's breath caught in his throat. "Kyoya, you may not always believe this but you are our friend so it is automatically our business moreover, if you are worried then all of US should be too, because it takes quite a bit to worry you. If whatever you are worrying about will affect the club or yourself you need to tell us." Kyoya quickly collected himself and stood to his full height. Straightening his Ouran High Uniform he said, "Thank you for your concern, but it isn't necessary. Pardon me I will be back in just a moment." He gracefully picked up his notebook and walked to the beautifully ornate music room door. Once the door shut behind him, he clenched his teeth, "Crap. I can't keep this up to long; I can't get them involved in anything…especially family business." Kyoya rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand; he could hear the beating of his own heart which was much too fast. He took in a slow breath and closed his eyes; he focused on the sounds around him in the hallway. The buzzing of a fly, the murmuring of the hosts voices beyond the door, the faraway sounds of footsteps… and the sound of blood pumping through six host club members.