Ouran highschool hostclub fanfic focussing on Kyouya. Will contain Yaoi. Maybe somewhat harsh in the future. Abuse.
I have lot's of ideas, but I don't know if I'll have the time and patience to write it all down. I apologize in advance.

Enjoy! :)

"Good evening, this is the Ootori Household speaking, how may I help you?" a polite voice answered the phone.

"Good evening!" spoke a cheerful somewhat over-enthusiastic, melodic voice, "Tamaki speaking, I've been trying to reach Kyouya, I haven't seen him at school and he hasn't shown up at the host club activities, but he wasn't reported ill either and his phone is dead, or maybe he lost it? Haha! No. Impossible. I find it hard to imagine Kyouya-kun without his phone! Anyway, can I speak to him? I mean... don't wake him up if he's asleep - really, please don't - but maybe you could see if he's still up and if he's not, ask him to call me back later? Or maybe I can come over sometime soon? Tomorrow? Maybe we can all come over! Though, maybe he wouldn't - well, in any case, could you tell him we need him? The host club can't survive without him! I have some new ideas for themes this upcoming autumn - actually, I can't come up with anything new, that's why I really need him! - we should go through it soon and also, we're running out of cake, I do not wish to risk the wrath of Honey-senpai - I mean - sorry - I got carried away - anyway - yes - right. Kyouya, could I speak to him please?"

"I am sorry to disappoint you, Suoh-san. The young master is not at home." the polite voice replied.

Tamaki didn't give up so easily. "Pretty pleaaaaase with sugar on top?" he purred into the telephone.

"The young master is not at home. He left five days ago." the polite voice repeated.

Struck by surprise, Tamaki was left speechless for a few seconds - a rare occasion for the King. He recovered fast though. "Left? LEFT? I am afraid I do not understand, is Kyouya going on vacation the first week of school? Surely not! Silly Kyouya, and he's always so serious about school - I mean, he's serious about everything really. Perhaps not. But mostly, yes! So, where did he go?"

"That, I cannot tell you, Suoh-san." the polite voice replied. "However, the young master is not on vacation."

"No? What then? He is not ill is he? Is he in the hospital?! O no! Kyouya! We-"

"He has been transferred to study abroad." the polite voice interrupted. Yet another dumbfound silence followed.

"To... study... abroad..." Tamaki repeated mechanically. His blue eyes widened in mere surprise and disbelief. He simply couldn't believe his best friend would just leave to study abroad without so much as mentioning a word! Especially after what happened this summer... Though perhaps... that could have been the reason of his sudden disappearance? Tamaki bit his lip. Surely not...

"Ah... for how long?"

"It is not clear yet."

"I see... well, perhaps you could tell me where he went, so I can visit? We can all visit as soon as it's vacation! Or perhaps this weekend already? We could even have a special host club event abroad!"

"I cannot disclose this information to you Suoh-san."

A knot was starting to form in Tamaki's chest. He dropped his cheerful act and spoke more softly with a serious undertone "... Why not?"

The voice remained silent.

"Is Kyouya... angry with me?" Tamaki asked even more softly.

Still no response.

Tamaki swallowed. "Could you at least give me his new contact information so I can try to contact him? Please, if you could do that, I would be most grateful."

The voice replied again, ever so politely: "The young master has your number. I will let him know you called and I am sure he will contact you himself - should he wish to do so. Until that time, please refrain from distracting him any further. He is very busy."

The words were like a bucket of ice.

"Now, if that was all, please excuse me. I will hang up now. Thank you for calling and good luck with your studies, Suoh-san. Farewell."

The polite voice hung up and Tamaki was left speechless on the other side with glistening eyes and slightly opened mouth in disbelief, listening to the beeping pulse of the dead line on the other side. He clenched his fists and after a moment put down the phone as well. This would not do. Whateve1r it was Kyouya was angry at him for, he would do everything in his power to make it up to him. And besides, this kind of behavior was somehow... un-Kyouya-like. Tamaki frowned and shook his head, lost in thought. Something seemed to be off.