A/N: I am writin' this for my friend so I will put an official dedication. Only a nickname. Don't want any of you serial killers goin' after her. Gosh darn it I know you're thinking it!

Dedicated to MiaBuscus

They both say a lot of things they don't mean.

But you know what they say. Behind every lie is a sliver of truth.

His eyebrow twitched. Everyday, every single day, it's all about Haruhi with him. He's her daughter, now he's her love-interest, wait, he's her daughter again.

With all the things Tamaki makes him put up with, why does Kyouya still care about him?

And as much as he tells himself it's a friendly, or perhaps even brotherly, love, it isn't.

Ootori loves Suoh.

It shouldn't be too surprising. There are many signs pointing to that truth, and even more pointing to it being mutual.

But they're both blind to it.

"Mommy?" The blonde looked to the raven-haired teen with his watery violet eyes.

"Yes, Tamaki?" Kyoya said rather dismissively, scratching furiously into his notebook.

His dramatic demeanor faded and was replaced with a sincere concern. "Kyoya? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine Tamaki. What do you want?" He inquired, allowing his agitation to seep through.

Tamaki pouted and shrugged. "Nevermind."

"Okay, if that's all, then you have guests to attend to." He walked away from the 'king' and left him looking after him with a furrowed brow.

"Tamaki-sempai? Are you alright, you've been sort of quiet." Haruhi cocked her head at her friend after placing a cup of tea on the table.

He'd come to her house uninvited and she'd almost slammed the door in his face until she noticed the troubled look he had. He'd come in, unable to form any clear responses so she'd made tea to give him time to sort out his thoughts.

"Oh, Haruhi... Yes I think I am..." He ran a hand through his hair. "Daddy's just worried about Mommy."

"You mean Kyoya-sempai? Why are you worried about him?"

He leaned forward to rest his chin in his hand and looked at the steam coming from the tea. "It's just... He hasn't been himself lately."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"He's always had a bad temper, but he's been more snappy with me than he normally is." Tamaki explained.

Haruhi chuckled. "I don't think there's anything weird about that, but go ahead, continue."

He pouted at her for a minute before continuing. "Well, he's been going through notebooks like there's no tomorrow and he won't talk to me, and I think he's in trouble."

She took a sip of her tea and looked up at him. "You say he's been using a lot of notebooks?"

He nods. "He's always doodling in class and writing a bunch of nonsense. It's got nothing to do with the club or-"

"I'm going to stop you right there. Not everything has to do with the club, sempai." Tamaki began to look a bit distraught at that statement.

"Alright, if it isn't the club, what else could it be? That isn't a danger to us all." He challenged.

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, for one, it could be something at home."

"No, I surprise-visited him yesterday, everything was normal."

She let out a breath. "Well, then maybe he was writing creatively. You know, short stories?"

Tamaki chuckled. "No, he's not that type."

Why are you asking me if you're just going to shoot down everything I say? Haruhi thought angrily whilst biting her nails. "Maybe it's a girl." She said off-handedly.

Tamaki froze. He looked up at her with a blank face. "A girl?"

Haruhi shrugged. "Maybe. If he's acting agitated, maybe he's just flustered. Maybe his thoughts are scrambled so he's been trying to sort them out on paper."

Tamaki frowned. No, he would know if Kyouya was dating anyone, or if he liked anyone... Kyoya would tell him.

Right?

Right.

Right?

"No, it can't be a girl. I would know..." Tamaki covered his mouth thoughtfully.

"Sure. Just like you know absolutely everything else." Haruhi gave him a deadpan look."Listen Tamaki, even if you two are best friends, it doesn't mean he'll tell you everything."

Tamaki shot up and pulled out his cell phone. "I'm going to ask him."

"What? No! Stop it, sempai!" She stood up and pulled the phone out of his hands, disconnecting the call. "Look, if he didn't tell you, there's a reason. Let him tell you when he's ready to share."

"But-"

"No. If you want to be a good friend to him, you need to learn to be patient with him." She shoved the phone in her pocket. "No phone."

"But-"

"No buts, go home and relax. You can talk to Kyoya tomorrow, but no interrogating." She practically shoved him out the door.

"But-"

"Goodnight, Tamaki-sempai." The door was promptly shut, leaving Tamaki with broken expression and a lot to think about.

Kyoya lay back on his bed letting out a huge breath. How long will he be able to delude himself?

He pulled his glasses off and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He turned over onto his stomach and let his chin rest on his pillow.

Sometimes he feels dumber than Tamaki.

He pulled out his cellphone, expecting to see a billion missed calls from Tamaki, demanding explanations. He was surprised to find none and surprised to find he was a bit disappointed.

Going against all his better judgement, he decided to dial his friend's number.

It rang and rang and he held his breath.

Hello! It's Tamaki Suoh, if you-

He hung up.

He's spent so long trying to keep the blonde from bothering him and in one moment of peace, it's all he can wish for.

How ironic.

Kyoya chuckled and as he chuckled it turned into an agitated groan.

Why is he always contradicting himself?