I haven't posted in forever. This is another one that probably should go to my spare account where I post all my other sub-par stories but I can't seem to get into the account at the moment so I have to go find my list of passwords. I still have to post this one shot because someone told me it was good enough and I should post it. :/ What do you think? Hope it's not a complete fail. And yes, I really need to stop writing angst BECAUSE I SUCK. And yes, as always, stupid title is stupid.

Disclamer: I DISCLAIM!

The room stayed silent and stone still as he entered. They were always silent. I turned around to see the boy as he stumbled in.

No, he didn't stumble. He was too refined and urbane and perfect to do even something like that...

But he was limping.

It seemed that he'd worsened overnight but he stayed silent. They all stayed silent.

I watched him limp towards the love seat across from me and sit down. I could see the cuts and badly concealed contusions on his face. Why didn't he say something―anything? Why didn't anyone say anything? Kyoya was so obviously being hurt. Could he take anymore before he snapped in two?

Everyone should be screaming that a defenseless boy was being abused like this. Shouldn't they be demanding that it be stopped?

No.

Everyone stayed silent.

I frowned and glared at the club members scattered around the room. Any one of them could just tell someone. Kyoya himself could tell anyone but wouldn't dare though he deserved so much better. They wouldn't though.

I would; I had. The call to social services had happened many times. Easily, Kyoya dismissed the man or the woman that was sent to check on him and make sure he wasn't being hurt the way he was. The shadow king effortlessly utilized his boundless charm and impeccable language to fool them. It was too damn easy for him to make them believe everything was perfect.

He always became so angry with me for speaking to social services. He wouldn't talk to me for days. Still, even if it didn't work it had to be done. I would do it again if I weren't so sure Kyoya'd lie again just as simply.

I couldn't stand this! I couldn't bear the thought of someone hurting Kyoya.

My Kyoya.

My only love though he didn't know it just yet.

Kyoya, who didn't deserve any of this.

He was fucking perfect in every way. He'd done nothing to deserve this from that bastard.

It was bad enough that he often tacitly taunted Kyoya about the inevitability of his brother inheriting his business, torturing the raven's mind. His own father didn't have punish his body too.

All Kyoya had done to start this was do better than his brothers had at his age. The teen wanted so desperately to earn his fathers approval. He tried to succeed as much as possible and he did.

So what then? Is this the sun?

The fire to melt the wax wings he flew so high on?

Kyoya didn't deserve this.

"Kyoya." I said softly.

"No, Tamaki." he responded tiredly.

Shaky words sank in with such finality.

"I'm fine. Just, please don't worry."

As if that was a choice I could make.

We'd had the conversation so many times before. This was becoming his favorite way of deterring me.

He sounded so exhausted and docile; weak. How could we leave him to this fate?

I glared at the host club members again before my eyes settled on the bruised angel perched delicately on the love seat.

The room remained silent.

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