Kyoya's POV
That idiot! I feel the boiling hot liquid slip off my laptop and on to the crotch of my black uniform slacks. Then quickly, I up at my tea soaked black laptop, desperately trying to salvage it's hard wired corpse from it's impending red soaked death. The screen glitches out frantically for about a minute, then turns a deep, hollow pitch black. The streams of slow, thin smoke rise from the once working keys. Though none of the scorching tea landed on my face, it burns. Like the computer smoke is coming out of my ears, why does it burn. Never mind. That jackass!
I bolt up from my once sitting position to see the surprised and scared looks on the guest's faces. They stare at me like some elephant in the room that finally made a noise. How surprised will they be when the elephant shows it's tusks. My crotch is burning from the pomegranate tea that was specially made for our " glorious and graceful " king of the host club. Oh how graceful is he while I pin him up against the pillar and pull on his tie, hard. The skin around his throat begins to clench as he is forced to look directly into my enraged face. I don't care anymore. I don't care if my dad hurts me for this. I don't care about this, pathetic club. I don't care he is my friend, or more than that. I don't care that he is our king. Now, I wouldn't care if he's the bloody emperor! For once, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind, that has endured all of his shit over the 3 years I've known him.
" You little! Do you know what was on that laptop! Every single report I've ever done for this club!" I see him slowly choking, his face beginning to turn paler than normal. Only I could notice this subtle change from cream to ivory, but the blood coursing through my veins is crimson and burning as I'm inclined to choke him. How...HOW COULD HE DO THIS! " You blond dumbass!" I pull even tighter on his tie, in rage and frustration. The light hue of purple that matchs his eye begin to dot his pale, pale lips as I let go of his make shift noose. He drops to the cold floor, landing in a puddle of pomegranate tea. Getting his nice, white under shirt red and blotchy, it almost looks like blood. I lean down to his level, my curiosity of his safety taking over my body. I look him in the eyes, his beautifully purple, tear soaked eyes, how could I...how could he... NOT NOW KYOYA! I think to myself. Then snap back to my reality. Whispering, I frantically proclaim. "You are gonna pay for this Tamaki Suoh." I clench my fist and raise myself back up. Careful not to shake with my passing steps, I start walking out the music room.
"K-kyoya-a?" I hear a faint, shrill voice. Obviously Tamaki's. I refuse to turn back and look at him. How could he just throw all of that away. " I-if it means anything-" He starts to say. I hear his puddle sloshing, as he slides to his knees, gasping weakly for air. He smileing. I know he is, he's always damn smiling. " I-I'm sorry-" A large splash is heard behind me as I assume he fainted and fell face first into the wasted tea. Waisted tea, waisted time.
I walk onward, parting my way is the sea of mortified faces of the guests in the club. Damn, I didn't even think about them. I was too caught up in my own furies. I turn around real quick and face the distressed ladies, and I mentally sigh. Lets just get this over with. " Mori, call an ambulance. Hikaru and Karou, please help our guests get over this traumatic experience. Honey, j-just go eat some cake." I then turn around again and walk out. My eye's burn more. That idiot will pay.