Disclaimer: If I owned Ouran High Host Club… but I don't, so I'm not going to say, though I would have continued the anime…
Warning: could either be viewed as slash, or just two friends, or really, one friend being there for the other… sorry if they are ooc, I know Kyouya probably is – he's just not that nice, really, though he probably is to Tamaki, I wouldn't know, I don't own them or have any copyright rights….etc…etc…etc
There is something wrapped around him, ropes maybe, or chains, holding him still, back against a wall, water dripping onto the nape of his neck. Everyone else, his brothers, are moving forward, they're leaving; they're disappearing. Kyouya struggles slightly and the restraints tighten and something clenches tight to the front of his shirt, he feels like he can't breathe.
Kyouya opens his eyes, waking from his dream, to find arms around him, hands tightly holding onto the front of his pyjama top, arms that occasionally clench tighter, flinchingly and fleetingly, causing Kyouya to feel like he's running short of breath. His back is pressed into the others front, and he can feel the other's head pushed into the back of his neck.
"Tamaki?"
There is no answer, but Kyouya is startled when he feels the tears rolling onto the back of his neck. He can feel the eyelashes squeezing shut, as Tamaki tries to force them to stop crying.
"It's okay," Kyouya whispers, as the body behind him shakes slightly and loosens its death hug on him slightly. Kyouya utilizes this opportunity and turns over, gathering the blonde into his arms and placing a hand in amongst Tamaki's hair.
Tamaki's grip tightens again as he buries his face in the hollow of Kyouya's neck and shoulder, and a sob escapes his throat as tears run down his cheeks.
Kyouya is surprised, slightly, as he realises that Tamaki is still dressed in day clothing, though this surprise subsides as he recalls that Tamaki had been away visiting his Grandmother, and, therefore, would have been given some sort of information concerning his mother.
His mother.
"Is it your mother?" Kyouya asks, and Tamaki responds by, if possible, tightening his grip. Kyouya can barely hear him when he replies, but the two words he croaks out are enough to explain why he has come to Kyouya's house and Kyouya's room and why he was still dressed, minus shoes, and was holding onto Kyouya as if he was likely to drift away and leave Tamaki all alone, because, in Tamaki's mind, he probably felt truly alone, he probably felt like his whole world was tilting and swaying and bruising him.
"She died." He whispers hoarsely, and Kyouya's grip on Tamaki tightened.
I wasn't sure about the last line, I left it like that, but if you want, you can add onto it "as he allowed him to cry until he fell asleep" or "as he breathed in the scent of the blonde hair, and a single tear rolled down his cheek" or some other such thing, me, I just thought it ended nicely there…and if you can't already tell, this is basically a one-shot, drabblesque type thing…hope you enjoyed