Tamaki tried to remember when he hadn't thought of Kyoya... like this.
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It had to be around the first time the Shadow King had approached him when he'd first moved to Japan. All alone, a French foreigner. All he had done was say hello and given him a tour of the school. Maybe that's why Tamaki had made the Host club. He needed an excuse to be near this silent, strong dark haired man. At the same time, he wanted to become friends. The club fell into place when he met Hunny and Mori, and a year later the Hitachii twins. His Host club was complete, but he couldn't help but feel empty inside- which was why he threw himself into extravagant things and flirting with the ladies.
Then came Haruhi, a new chapter in his sob story. At first, when he thought Haruhi was a boy, he formulated a plan to make Kyoya jealous by chasing after him. Then, to his utter embarrassment, Haruhi turned out to be a she. But what could he do but continue his charade, even if it killed him every time he pursued the female instead of his love. What lengths he had gone through to throw the other Hosts off his trail, always muttering about Haruhi and complaining, but in his mind he was consumed of thoughts for the youngest Ohtori.
So he came up with Mommy and Daddy. Chasing after Kyoya in his own way. But the Shadow king never batted an eye. Sure Tamaki acted as if he could care less, but inside each dismissive glance from Kyoya, each, "You idiot," from those beautiful lips made him want to collapse within himself. That was around the time his Grandmother started visiting, talking about an engagement to some girl from his hometown. Not knowing anyway out, Tamaki had agreed. If he couldn't have Kyoya he wouldn't ever be happy, but that didn't give him the right to take away this lady's happiness, did it?
So he kept his mouth shut and true feelings hidden, all the while slowly refusing to eat and sleep.
He knew the host club was worried, but he didn't feel like forcing his usually naive and bubbly nature. He sulked, stared off into space, only snapping out of it long enough to complete his host duties before falling back into his blank mood.
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Which was why he could be found here, in Music Room #3, skipping lunch (where he would be expected to torture himself by sitting by Kyoya) to grant himself his only escape: music.
Dropping his books, he loosened his tie and jacket buttons, slipping off his shoes as he padded over to the grand piano.
Running his fingers through his hair, messing the perfectly arranged blonde strands, he placed his fingers lightly on the ivory keys.
The music that flowed out of him when he was like this was never the same- always prompted by his sad mind, the only similarity between all the compositions was the melancholy sadness that each lilting tune held. Losing himself in the music, he never heard the door open and close behind him, nor acknowledged the intruder as he sat on one of the couches.
Tamaki let the song engulf him, he half wished it would eat him all up so he could have peace. The song slowly changed from the sad lullaby to an angry melodic pounding of keys, switching back and forth between the two at random intervals like a bipolar psycho (an accurate simile considering his current state of mind) until with a loud bang he slammed his hands down in one final bittersweet harmony before banging the key-cover down. Standing abruptly, he turned, almost falling over in shock at what- or more accurately who- sat behind him.
Kyoya sat, statue still, for once not taking notes or typing, just listening.
Dark gray eyes latched on to violet ones, and Tamaki felt himself go red, then pale. Tears threatened to appear, but he wouldn't give in. Slowly, he walked past his Shadow King with careful measured steps, grabbed his books and shoes, and padded out of the room.
Only when he closed the door behind him did he start to break down, shaking like a possessed man, tears trailing down his perfectly sculpted French features, before running through the halls to the front gates of the school- ignoring the worried glances of teachers, the trailing of Host Club attendees and Hosts alike.
He pulled out his cellphone and called the driver at his house, informing him that he was ill and wished to go home. Two minutes later the limousine pulled up and he stumbled inside.
As the car drove away, he swore he saw Kyoya's tall, dark silhouette through one of the upper school windows.
So the Story managing tab was down on Fanfic when I went on to check my story stats, so I decided to write. When (read if) the error is ever fixed I will upload it... Not feeling to inspired for my other stories right now, I decided to do a new drabble on Kyoya and Tamaki! Its short and angsty, and I don't know right now if I'm gonna keep writing so they can have a happy ending or leave it at this. I love Tamaki, but I always think his idiot act is just that, an act. And who honestly wants Haruhi to end up with a Host? No one. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but at the same time she is like Tohru from Fruits Basket: Necessary but at the same time in the way of every other couple there (like Kyo and Haru! Best shipping ever, but Natsuki Takaya obviously didn't feel the same...) Anyway, I put my phone on shuffle, and the song She Had the World came on, by Panic! At the Disco, which inspired this one-shot.
***Update***
Guys, I just received my first flame. Ever! I'm so fucking proud of myself, no really- I am (read this line with dripping sarcasm). To the 'Guest' who left me my review: Yes, I realize that Kyoya and Tamaki in the original manga and anime were not gay, nor had any sexual preference for each other. Now can I ask you to pause. Look at the pairing under the description when you clicked on my story. Look again at what site you are on : . Please, get with the program. It's obviously not gonna be like the real storyline because I am not the real author. Nor do I write the real story. I don't wish to treat you like morons, but I have no problem being rude right back. (Really though, I do love that you had guts!) So please, I really do appreciate flames. Just think before you click. If you do not ship what I ship! that's fine. Now allow me to use the ignorant rich white kid excuse 'It's a free country' (at least in America.) So a great shoutout to my first flamer! appreciate you reading the entire story just to tell me everything about it that sucked.
For those readers who made it through my rant and enjoyed my story, feel free to try and fix my now rotten mood. You've made it this far, you know you wanna click that button! :)
-Issa