"Say, Kyouya?"
The guests were leaving and the club members were beginning to clean up after their festivities, but Tamaki stood quietly in the middle of the mess, pouting with a furrowed brow as he stared at his best friend, seeming thoroughly confused about something he was trying to decipher in his mind.
Kyouya continued scribbling down notes on the Host Club's activities of that afternoon, being aware of the importance of keeping record of their club activities for future reference. However, his attention was sparked at the use of his real name, rather than Tamaki's favorite 'mommy' nickname for him. "Yes, Tamaki? What is it?" he asked, not looking up.
"Earlier, in the courtyard during the flower viewing reception. You called that girl mademoiselle. You never told me you knew French, Kyouya!" he said, suddenly springing back to his usual lively self.
Kyouya finally looked up. He hadn't realized he had let the foreign endearment slip earlier during hosting. Oh well, easy enough to brush off. He smiled and turned to the blond. "Well I can't say I know much, I do know a few simple phrases. No more than the next student at Ouran. You may be forgetting; the twins have been taking French class with Haruhi. Naturally, they would want to confuse people and speak in French rather than Japanese. It is only expected that I caught onto some phrases." He explained, although he knew it was a lie. He had learned it shortly after meeting the tall blond during his first year in high school.
"Oh, I see…" he murmured, rubbing his chin in thought before smiling and getting to work helping the other hosts, humming to himself. What's with the lie? he wondered. Kyouya has never bothered with things he found to be of no use to him, right?
Kyouya let out a silent sigh of relief. He knew Tamaki would not think much of it after he gave a simple explanation, but he was always nervous when even a small slip was noticed by Tamaki; or even worse, the twins. He could not let anyone catch a glimpse inside of his head. His future depended on his self-discipline.
After the other club members had departed, Kyouya stayed behind, typing away on his computer. This wasn't unusual, for he often did this to avoid going home. Although his home life was not horrible, there was a chilling stillness to it that he preferred to not be enveloped in for as long as he could help. At least, ever since he met Tamaki and founded the Host Club. It was all he had known before then.
Once Tamaki called out a goodbye and shut the door behind him, he pushed up his glasses with one finger and closed his laptop. He put his hands behind his head, leaning back and closing his eyes. The retreating sun cast soft rays into the dark, empty room from the large window behind him. This was his favorite time of day. The warmth of the sun, the soft glow of its light, and the peaceful quiet of the room as he allowed his thoughts to wander after all his work for the day was complete.
He loved letting his thoughts wander ever since he found other mind-occupying subjects other than his father and his expectations for his third son. Violet. The color was so breath-taking. Kyouya opened his eyes, frowning. His eyes were so extraordinary, and his own? Soot. The color of soot. Dark brown grime.
A week later, the dark-haired teen laid in bed, hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He thought back to what Tamaki had said when they encountered the strange girls from Saint Lobelia.
Don't you realize there is nothing to be gained from a romantic relationship between two girls! If that were the case, why did God create Adam and Eve?!" the blond prince yelled, deep into a rant about how crazy the Saint Lobelia's views were.
Even now, the words stung Kyouya as his eyes threatened tears. Nonetheless, his face remained expressionless. His ability to suppress his emotions was astounding even to him. His stomach felt uneasy and his heart felt like it was being squeezed, but his entire exterior remained relaxed and neutral. What was so wrong with having a lover of the same sex? What was so wrong with being…gay?
Of course, he already knew the answer to this question. If he were to admit his own secret, his father would not let him back into the house, refusing to acknowledge the existence of a third son. The Ootori name alone would forever be tainted by his own biological mistake. He knew, even now, that his best friend wouldn't even accept him. Especially after his outburst earlier that day. He closed his eyes, willing the tears to stop, but one still managed to escape. Damn it, He sighed again What is wrong with me? He wondered desperately. He needed to go to sleep
Kyouya groaned, turning over to see the clock read 9:47 am. He sat up slowly, making a sour face as he looked out the bright window and put on his glasses. He felt dizzy. Waiting for the feeling to go away, he took a vitamin B12 pill. He pulled his laptop out from his school bag beside his bed and checked his phone for any important messages. His daily morning routine always included checking all forms of contact before getting out of bed, making sure he did not miss any important memos while indulging in sleep.
Sleep truly had become a luxury ever since he began high school, especially since he helped Tamaki found the Host Club. I almost forgot, I need to check with our King and make sure he is generating ideas for the next few club meetings he thought, pulling out his phone to make a phone call. Best to plan during the weekend than when they were caught up with extra work during school days. Well, for him at least. Tamaki simply came up with the ideas. If only he knew the amount of work was involved he thought. But he couldn't really complain. He had managed to put together any idea the blond had brought up with exceeded expectations.
Anything to see him happy.
Kyouya stopped mid-typing. That was it. His feelings did not matter. No matter what, he did everything in his power to keep Tamaki happy. Even if it meant he had to sacrifice his time, his sleep, his happiness, himself.
Anything to see him happy.
I know this is short, but I wanted everyone to get an idea about what is going on in Kyouya's mind before getting into the story!
