"Otokooya," Kyouya begged, "Please, no, not again!"
"Don't try and mess with me, boy!" His father pointed a finger at him, "You know when you were born, I knew you'd be trouble from the moment your poor mother gave birth to you. You're such a vile, pitiful, worthless creature. You don't deserve to be an Ootori!
Kyouya was scared. No. Terrified in fact. He'd always had a fear of his father, ever since his mother died when he was four years old. He'd always been pushed aside, and no-one ever cared what he did. But since joining the Ouran Academy 6 years ago, it changed. It seemed his father cared about him, but he didn't. He was trying to get Kyouya to work as hard as possible to live up to the standards of his two older brothers. To make him reach for a goal he would never achieve. Kyouya didn't want much in life. He often asked God to take away his fortune just so he could be loved for once. His heart longed for love. Someone to pick him up off the floor. Someone to kiss him goodnight. Someone he could hold close. But most of all. Someone he would die for. He glanced over to Haruhi, then to Tamaki. He knew his father had been making arrangements behind his back with Haruhi's father, planning for them to marry when Haruhi graduated from Ouran. He had loved her. He still did. But Tamaki had given him hope, and a chance to stand out from the crowd. He knew what was coming next.
"No son of mine will have sexual intercourse with another man and live to tell the tale!" His father shouted.
The Host Club appeared at the door, still in pyjamas, with shocked expressions on their faces.
Kyouya cowered and leaned back to get as far away as possible from the man he called 'Father' without making it completely obvious. Tamaki put a hand on Kyouya's shoulder and pulled himself in front of Kyouya, pushing him back and sitting at his feet, facing the man towering over them.
"If you wanna hurt Kyouya, you'll have to go through me first." Tamaki put his arms back, putting a guard around Kyouya.
"Move Suou!"
Tamaki violently shuck his head, making sure that the duvet still covered their waists.
"Tamaki, move!" Kyouya shoved him out of the way and glared at his father.
His father took a few steps back to the pile of clothes on the floor next to the bed. He used his foot to lift up the two pairs of underpants and throw them at Kyouya and Tamaki.
"Get them on. Now!" He yelled, before both boys pulled the duvet over their heads and pulled their underwear on as quick as possible.
On removing the duvet, Kyouya's father dragged him from the bed and threw him onto the floor. He lay there for a moment, motionless, looking almost dead.
"Kyouya!" Tamaki shouted as the raven boy hit the ground with a bang.
His eyelids twitched open, and he pushed himself up off the floor and faced his father. Kyouya wondered what he'd done wrong this time for a moment, then he remembered. Damn it I'm thick! God, why did I sleep with him, why? Glancing around at everyone, he felt what they felt. Haruhi's face was white, she was scared too. He wanted to walk up to her, kiss her on the forehead and tell her he was fine. The twins had a concerned look about them, almost as if something life changing was about to happen. Mori had his usual look, but, Kyouya could sense that he was afraid for Hunny, as he kept glancing down at him. Hunny was somewhat unaware of what was going on (would you believe he's 18?!?!), his eyes filling with tears and clutching Haruhi's hand.
He looked up at Mori, "Takashi," He whimpered, in a cute, light tone, "What's going on with Kyou-chan and Tama-chan?"
"Erm, I-errrr." Mori stuttered, trying to find a way to describe it.
"You see, Mitsukuni," Kyouya's father butted in, "My son, Kyouya, and Suou, have been making music together."
"Huh?" Hunny tilted his head as he asked in a confused manner, "You mean like with violins and guitars and stuff?"
"No," He laughed back to him, "I mean with a stick and a hole."
"They're not musical instruments!" Hunny shouted back, clutching Usa-chan in fear.
"Well they are when you put the stick in the hole and move it in and out."
"That's enough!" Mori commanded, covering Hunny's ears.
"Very well then." He replied after a long pause, "Now," He turned to face Kyouya who had begun to approach a very distraught Tamaki, "Hold it right there!"
Kyouya froze and rapidly span to face his father. Kyouya was terrified of his father. He always had been. He'd been treated differently to his brothers, almost as an outcast. Someone who shouldn't belong, and was never going to be accepted……ever.
"You, Suou!"
"Yes, sir?" He asked, with a shake to his voice.
"Stand."
Tamaki did as he was told and stood next to Kyouya, his eyes opened wide.
"Now. I want you to do one simple thing for me."
"What is that?" Kyouya asked.
"Go outside to the front of the house and stand on the grass."
"Excuse me, sir!" Haruhi snapped at him, pointing a finger at him, "If you'd care to look out of the window, you'll see it is raining. If you checked your calendar, you'd know it was winter and if you paid ANY attention at all, you'll notice they are wearing nothing but boxer shorts!"
He turned to face her, making her instantly recoil to the door, "That's exactly why I'm doing it." He laughed slightly, before turning back to face the boys, "Outside. Now!"
Both of them ran out of the door, past the Host Club, down the stairs, through the main hall, out of the door and into the pouring rain.
"Kyouya." Tamaki asked, holding his arms in an attempt to keep warm.
"Yes?" He replied, mimicking Tamaki.
"What's he going to do to us?"
There was a long pause. Tamaki took this silence as a sign of fear. Whenever Kyouya didn't know the answer to something, or was thinking about something seriously, he was always silent.
"No matter what happens, we'll stay together, okay?" Tamaki asked, taking Kyouya's hands into his own.
Kyouya just gave a slight nod, before facing the door at which his father had just appeared at looking angry. He was scared.