Kyoya's thoughts

He's at it again.

"Haruhiiiiiii!" Tamaki shouted, rather loudly of course. "Why don't you love your papa?" "You're not my father, senpai." she responded." "Wha- eh- meh- tch- -meh ...Kyoya!" Why is he bringing me into this? But he looked up from his clipboard anyway at Tamaki's miserable face. "Really Tamaki, you should be working right now. There's lots of other lovely ladies who would enjoy a cup of tea with you." Kyoya cast his eyes back down to his clipboard. He didn't want to see it once again. The way Tamaki's face could change so suddenly into that expression of complete... What is it, how can his face even look like that? What causes it? He looks so peaceful and..."Kyo-" But it would never, ever be directed at me. "Kyo-?" No, only towards the mindless women who continuously flock here, for his looks and- "Kyoya?" Kyoya jumped and readjusted his glasses. "What is it now, Tamaki?" he asked, avoiding his amethyst eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. Kyoya gazed sideways at him, his hand still at his glasses. "Uh, yes. Why do you ask?" Tamaki ran his hand through his golden hair. "I don't know...Something has been off about you lately, but I can't put my finger on it. Are you keeping something from me?" Yes. "No." "Are you sure?" No. "Yes." Tamaki sighed. "Oh all right. If you say so. But you should try having a little fun with us. Maybe eat a cake with Honey-senpai or play video games with Hikaru and Kaoru. Or maybe..." "Maybe?" "...maybe you and I could go do something sometime. It's been awhile since just the two of us hung out. Remember when we went to a different place every weekend because I had never been to any of them?" his laugh faded off quietly as he began rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess, I just miss you Kyoya. You're standing right here, yet it seems like you're so far away. Maybe it's all the paperwork you do, or maybe it's just me being around so many women all day, but I feel as if we've grown distant and I don't like it. Not one bit. So, promise me we'll hang out soon." Tamaki asked, holding up his pinky. Kyoya's eyes widened as he stared at his pinky. Tamaki smiled. "C'mon Kyoya." He nodded and linked his pinky gently with Tamaki's. "I promise."

"Tamaki," "Hmmm?" "Where are we going?" Tamaki looked at him and smiled. "We're always going to such grand places Kyoya, I thought somewhere quiet would be better. My mother used to say 'sometimes the most simple of things could make a difference.'" "Do you believe her?" he asked quietly. "Every word she said held such an intensity. Yes, I believe her." "So, this place that we're going...it's simple?" Tamaki nodded but grinned. "But it should make a difference." What does that even mean? Tamaki is usually so easy to figure out, but this time...I don't know. Everything about him seems to confuse me lately, and I can't shake this feeling... "Kyoya, you're doing it again." Kyoya readjusted his glasses and glanced at Tamaki, who was watching him. This look on face...the gentleness in his eyes...I've never seen it before. Why...Why is my heart aching? He cleared his throat. "Doing what again, Tamaki?" "You're zoning out. I'd enjoy it if you paid a little more attention to me." he stated quietly. "Tamaki-" "Look, we're here!" he pointed at a small empty playground. "C'mon Kyoya, let's swing!" he smiled. How can I resist, when he just said that? Kyoya sighed and nodded, taking the swing next to him. "Ah, the stars are so pretty out here Kyoya!" he glanced up. He's right. Somehow, I don't want this to end... "I'm glad." Kyoya looked over at him. Tamaki met his gaze and held it. "Sorry, I was just thinking that I'm glad it's you here with me." A light blush colored Kyoya's cheeks. Luckily the sun's already set... "Kyoya," Tamaki stood and stepped in front of him. Kyoya silently looked up at him as the chains on his swing rattled. Tamaki stared at him for a moment before grabbing the chains right above where his hands rested and leaning in close to Kyoya. His lips brushed dangerously close to Kyoya's as he whispered, "Kyoya, I-" "Is that Tamaki-senpai?! Tamaki, over here!" Tamaki swiftly stood back up and turned around smiling. "Hello ladies, isn't it dangerous for you to be out here all alone?" "I guess you're right." one of the girls who had interrupted giggled. "Yeah, maybe you should accompany us home so we don't get captured by some pervert." all three girls giggled. "But ladies, what if I'm said pervert?" he rain his hand through his hair suavely. "I don't think I'd mind." the other girls nodded in agreement. "Very well. Are you coming Kyoya?" he shook his head slowly. "I...have to run some errands for the Host Club first." "Kyoya..." Tamaki begged quietly. "See you tomorrow." Kyoya waved as he walked away, alone. Why, why was he so close to me? What was he going to say? Why do I feel so foolish?

"Ah look boys, one of the little rich boys seems to have lost his way." Kyoya jumped and turned around to face the five men dressed in black. He realized he had turned down an empty alley while he was lost in his thoughts and instantly regretted it. "Give us your money, and maybe we won't kill you. Maybe." they laughed. "I'm sorry," he said, pushing his glasses onto the bridge of his nose. "I don't carry around cash with me because insolent fools like you would try to take it. Sorry you had to waste your time." Kyoya responded, turning away and walking towards the other end of the alley. Suddenly he was roughly pushed to the ground. "Since you have no money, looks like we'll have to beat you instead." "Hey, maybe we should scar that pretty face of his." they all laughed. "Good idea." one of the men said as he pulled out a pocket knife. "Hold still, this may hurt A LOT."

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