Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor do I have any part in the making of it.
This is a FanFiction, made only for the purpose of typing out my thoughts and ideas. In no way did the events in this FanFiction actually happen in the anime/manga, and they never will.
Here's chapter two. I know that it's been a long time, considering I uploaded this on my other account months ago. So, try and enjoy this if you can. :P It's longer (I think) than the last chapter. I think this may be progressing nicely, and I hope that this will continue for a while. :P
Kazuhiro sat at the Takaki manor, where he lived until he finished school at Ouran, curled into a ball in his bed. He was replaying the events that had happened earlier. He couldn't believe that he did that to Tamaki, and it was the first time he had engaged in a conversation with any of the hosts.
Tamaki huddled in his personal "emo-corner," clutching his stomach.
"Wh-what did you do that for?" He asked, tears streaming from his eyes. Kazuhiro was too dumbfounded with his actions to even pay attention to Tamaki. Wh-what the hell did I do that for? He yelled to himself, running away from Kiyoko-nee and the Host Club.
Wh-what the hell did I do that for? He cursed to himself, for the second time that day. A firm knock sounded at his door, snapping him from his thoughts. He stood up, only wearing a pair of underwear unseen because of a long sleeve shirt too big for him. He opened the door to find a blond-haired Tamaki.
"S-sempai?" Kazuhiro was taken aback as the blonde smiled back at him. His cheeks glowed red beneath his messy black hair that covered his green eyes that were tightly shut. He pulled his large shirt down in order to hide his visible legs.
Tamaki looked slightly confused. "Kazuhiro-kun? Are you sick? Your face is all red…" He leaned over to touch Kazuhiro's cheek, which made him furiously blush a darker shade of crimson red. He flinched, but he did not show any other reaction.
"Sempai? I-I'm fine… Wh-why are you here?" Kazuhiro asked, his face still burning red.
Tamaki removed his hand from Kazuhiro's cheek. "Ah. Kyouya gave me your address. After what happened, you looked guilty about what happened. I only wanted to reassure you that I'm fine."
"Ah. Y-yes. Thanks. You can leave now, sure you have more important things to do…" He murmured. He was embarrassed. His body was betraying him. His cheeks were a fiery shade of crimson red, and he was worried that Tamaki could hear his heart beating loudly.
"Not so fast, Kazu-chan." A familiar voice sounded from behind Tamaki.
Kazuhiro's body froze. "K-Kiyoko-nee?" A head popped from behind Tamaki's shoulder, the smirking face of Kiyoko.
When Tamaki looked at her, her smirk turned into a fake frown. "He's our guest for today, Kazu-chan! Show him some respect!"
"Kiyoko-nee!" Kazuhiro was almost shouting. "Fine. At least let me get dressed! I'm barely clothed here!"
She smirked at Kazuhiro, and smiled at Tamaki. "Yeah, yeah. Tamaki-sama, would you please follow me?"
"Huh? O-oh. Ah, sure!" Tamaki followed the devilish girl towards the living room.
Kazuhiro closed the door loudly, not necessarily slamming it. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a green sweater, which he pulled over a long-sleeved white shirt. He slipped A dark pair of brown pants. Before he left his room, he slipped of his slippers and went to find the two in the living room.
"You must excuse Kazuhiro, Tamaki-sama." Kiyoko-nee said, smiling sweetly.
Tamaki blinked. "What do you mean?" He gave her a puzzled look, frowning.
She sighed. "Well he's been dealing with a couple of things in the past two years. He's had some trouble with some family issues." Tamaki spotted her gently biting her lip.
"What do you-"
"Kiyoko-nee! Are you happy now?" Tamaki was interrupted by Kazuhiro angrily walking into the living room.
Kiyoko smiled. "Yup. Ah! Tamaki-sama, you sit here with Kazuhiro, I'll go fetch us some refreshments, as well as something to eat."
"H-huh? W-wait!" Kazuhiro's words did not stop Kiyoko from going to the kitchen. Kazuhiro sat down and sighed. Tamaki noticed that his cheeks were still painted red,
"Kazuhiro-kun? Are you sure you're feeling okay? You face is still burning red." Tamaki was frowning. Kazuhiro nodded.
"I don't get sick easily, but even if I do it's doesn't usually last a while." That was all Kazuhiro had said for a while. Tamaki wanted to get some conversation out of him.
Tamaki said the first thing that came to mind. "So what were you doing at the Host Club?"
Tamaki noticed the boy's face turn scarlet. "I-It's not what you think… Considering I've been at Ouran for a few weeks without any friends, Kiyoko-nee forced me to the Host Club. She said that she's a regular guest, so you would be able to help me. But she… Urm… tried to do something else." Tamaki nodded.
For a while, neither had talked. Kiyoko-nee walked in with a tray of cookies, and a kettle of tea. She had a pout on her face, mainly directed at Kazuhiro. "Come on! Kazu-chan! Remember what I said about socialization!"
Kazuhiro clasped his hands over his face. "Yeah, I know, I know. You don't have to say it again." Tamaki was confused. What was Kiyoko talking about? Before, she was saying weird things about Kazuhiro-kun… I wonder if there's something wrong…
Tamaki watched as the two fought.
"You need a social life, Kazu-chan!"
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"Because… You're going to be alone for you're life!"
"That's not true!"
"Yes, it is Kazuhiro."
"Ah. I don't believe that's true." Tamaki interrupted. Kazuhiro and Kiyoko both looked surprised, but all the while Tamaki was smiling. "I'm sure I can convince the other members of the Host Club to become friends with him."
"Tamaki-sama! Thank you so much for helping Kazu-chan! What do you say?"
Kazuhiro sighed. He didn't want to go along with it, but he didn't want to say so in front of Tamaki. "Thank you, Suoh-sempai."
"Would you like me to carry him to his room, Takaki-san?" Tamaki asked to Kiyoko, who sat with a sleeping Kazuhiro laying his head in her lap.
She smiled. "You wouldn't mind?"
Tamaki smiled back. "Not at all." He said while bending down to lift up Kazuhiro from Kiyoko. He carried him princess-style. "He's pretty light." Tamaki said, surprised.
"He doesn't eat a lot. He thinks that he's a burden to everyone." She sighed with a pout.
"Why would he think that?"
"Well, since his father died when he was still young, his mother took care of him. His mother couldn't deal with it any more, so she committed suicide. He thinks that that is his fault."
Tamaki had stopped dead in his tracks. "He's gone through quite a lot, hasn't he?" Kiyoko nodded.
"So, he tries to do his best to take up as little as he can. He wanted to stay in the orphanage, but my mother had pad for his expenses to go to Ouran, and had him stay here until he's finished High School."
Tamaki bit his lip. "Well, I'll bring him to his room, you can just wait here for me." Kiyoko nodded.
As Tamaki approached Kazuhiro's room, he looked down at Kazuhiro. His face was still a bit red, but he didn't seem to be as bad as before. He felt his cheek. It was still a bit warm. He opened the door to the younger boy's room, he moved over to his bed, setting him down on it. He noticed that there wasn't much inside the room. Just a wardrobe, a bed, a desk, and a chair. Tamaki sighed, pulling a blanket over the small body.
Tamaki felt something for him. It wasn't exactly sympathy, but it was care. He wanted Kazuhiro to be special to him, like Haruhi. Tamaki turned from the boy, and exited the room, gently closing the door.
And that's chapter two. Looking back at this, this is pretty much a lot longer than the previous chapter. My writing skills have been enhanced since the previous chapter, written a few months before on an old account. I wrote this while pulling an all-nighter on a school night. Only took me two days to write, but I did this in a great amount of time. I have part of the next chapter already planned out, so it should be coming pretty soon.
