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He waited. Unsure of what would come next. The raven-haired boy was following him again, and this time he was angry.

But the question on his mind remained the same: did Kyoya hate him?

His speed increased. There was only one sanctuary he had in the entire school, and that Kyoya already knew too well.

That sanctuary, of course, was Music Room #3.

No one else would be there at the time, however. It was a Friday and every other host had already gone home for the weekend.

Of course he knew he couldn't run forever. For you can run from other people, but you cannot run from yourself.

He stumbled into the Music Room and slammed the door shut behind him. Resting his back against the wall, he sunk to the ground and threw his notebook as far as he could across the room.

Kyoya was glad nobody else was in the room at the time, or else he didn't know what he would do. Especially if the only other person in the room had been none other than the Host Club's king.

That had been his reason in the first place for running and running. His thoughts were spilling over and making his mind trip over itself. He couldn't last much longer in the solitude of his own thoughts.

However, there was nobody who would ever understand it. Because the only person he told anything to was Tamaki, and that wasn't going to work in this situation.

This was, in a sense, the one thing he could never understand. He could never tell anyone else about his inner turmoil…especially since it would mean…..

No, that couldn't be it. He felt nothing for the idiot. Nothing at all. He was stupid, arrogant, and… really, really attractive.

Kyoya shook his head, trying to shake away the thoughts of the deep indigo eyes…the silky blonde hair that fell just the right way…the perfect silhouette of his lean self…

No. Kyoya did not love Tamaki, and Tamaki did not love him.

Kyoya once again shook his head, this time with enough force to throw off his glasses. He held his face in his hands and screamed. Just as he did so, however, his phone rang. And he guessed who it was without even seeing the number…

Somewhat reluctantly, Kyoya picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?"

"Ah, Kyoya!" the idiot responded, brightly as usual. "I was hoping I could catch you! I didn't see you after school and was hoping we could hang ouuutttt! Ya waaannaaaa?"

"I can't, I'm busy," lied Kyoya. "Maybe another time."

Kyoya could practically see the eccentric blonde pouting through the phone. "But Kyoyaaa! We never hang out! COME OVER THIS INSTANT! YOUR KING COMMANDS YOU!"

Kyoya struggled to articulate all that was going on in his brain. "I'm busy," he repeated.

"You sounded less confident that second time!" Tamaki whined. "Mommy dearest, you must come over! I need you!"

Kyoya's heart sank. The idiot's words were getting to him: "I need you!" But the question was: Who really needed who?

"Kyoya…" Tamaki whispered through the phone, looking for confirmation that his best friend was still on the line.

"Why do you need me?"

"I—" the blonde hesitated and seemed to Kyoya as though he was starting to cry. "You wouldn't understand…" The idiot was on his way to hang up the phone, by now softly whimpering through the cellular device.

"Maybe I would," Kyoya whispered in response.

The line was quiet for a long time, neither one making a motion to hang up. Tamaki sighed unsteadily and made a choking sound which he tried desperately to hide. "I need…" he started again.

"You need what, Tamaki?"

"You…" he whispered in response. And with that, the line went dead.