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Tamaki's POV

All during the day, including the Host Club, I couldn't help looking back at Kyoya. The question was eating me inside out. Who was doing it? Even though I thought I knew, there was a possibility it was someone else. I just couldn't find the courage to ask him that day.

I laid in my bed, just staring at the ceiling. What if it wasn't Haruhi I loved? I snapped out of it. All I could think about was Kyoya, I thought of him in so many ways. I knew it wasn't Haruhi I loved. I wasn't going to deny that I loved Kyoya, but this wasn't a good time to think about it. How far did it get? How far was it going to get? 1,001 questions were stuck in my head. I didn't get as much sleep as I should have.

The next morning I woke up, dreading going to school, or the Host Club, probably because I was too tired. I finally ended up getting myself together and went to school. The day went by slowly, and painfully as usual. I finally got to the Host Club, freaking out a bit. I was early, the only other person in the music room was Kyoya. I sighed and sat on the couch next to him.

"Hi," I said as cheerfully as I could, since the rest of the day had drained me out.

"Hey," Kyoya replied not taking his eyes off his notebook. I always hated the damn thing. I never understood what it really was or what he wrote in it. I didn't know whether he was writing a journal, or just random things, or if he was writing a story. "How was your day?" I heard him ask me while I was in the middle of my thoughts.

"It was the same as usual, how was yours?" I tried asking.

"Fine, same as usual, no changes, nothing exciting," Kyoya sighed. I nodded, understanding what he meant.

"Is everything…ok?" I asked shyly, unlike myself. I heard the scratching of Kyoya's pen stop. I held my breath, turning to face him.

"Yeah, why?" Kyoya turned to face me. I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Nothing, just wondering," I lied and mentally slapped myself, and he lied. If he was ok, why was he getting more bruises every day and avoiding me.

All I knew that day, was that that was the longest day of hosting in my life. I wanted it to end, all I wanted to do was go home, go to sleep, and for someone to hit me in the head with a bat. But if I asked the twins to do that, they might actually do it.

The way I knew Kyoya's bruises were getting worse, was because I had gym with him, and I would see them every time he changed. I would always turn away after, mostly in shock because I had never seen something like that before.

"Tamaki?" I heard someone say behind me. I turned around to find Kyoya standing behind me, without his notebook this time.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"It's time to go now," Kyoya pointed out. I looked around, only to notice that everyone had already left.

"Oh, ok," I grabbed my bag, and headed towards the door.

"Walk with me?" Kyoya unexpectedly asked.

"Yeah, ok, sure," I nodded. I smiled on the inside, liking that he wasn't completely starting to ignore me.

"What's been with you lately?" Kyoya asked as we walked down the hallway. I wanted to ask him the same thing.

"Nothing," I said a little too quickly. He obviously knew there was something wrong with me. I knew there was something wrong with him, in more ways than one.

"You sure, you've been acting so unlike you?" Kyoya kept asking. I was tired of his questions.

"You have been too," I instantly regretted my words. I mentally slapped myself again.

"I know, I'm sorry," I heard him whisper.

"You've been very unlike you," I told him, I wanted him to open up to me without me asking him to.

"I know I have, it's just time," Kyoya told me. Just time? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"No, it's not just time and you know it, I've seen you Kyoya, I've seen the marks left on you and I don't like it, what happened?" I yelled grabbing Kyoya's arm. I didn't mean to, I just did.

"What?" Kyoya asked nervously. He flinched and I let go of him.

"You know what I mean, I meant what I said," I said calmly. I was glad I got it out and told him.

"I don't know what to say," Kyoya sighed.

"Did you get the bruises by being hit?" I asked wanting to help him part by part. He nodded. "Did your dad hit you?" I asked slowly. Kyoya stopped in his tracks, started walking again, and then nodded. I knew it, I was right all along. My heart sank, I wanted to take him away from it, especially since it was Friday and he'd have two and a half days alone.

"How did you know?" Kyoya asked finally being able to look at me.

"I guessed, I just knew," I said looking back at him. "What are you going to do?" I asked sighing.

"I don't know," Kyoya shrugged.

"How long has it been happening?" I asked.

"About two weeks," Kyoya confessed. That was true, I started seeing them around that time.

"Why did he do it?" I asked remembering the main question I wanted to ask him.

"He found out that I was in love, and who I was in love with," Kyoya stopped and leaned against the wall.

"But that's a good thing, being in love, so why would he hate that so much?" I was so confused.

"He found my notebook, read it, found out who I was in love with, and didn't like who I was in love with," Kyoya sighed again, still staring at me.

"That's sad, who are you in love with?" I asked quietly and curiously. Kyoya laughed, then hesitantly kissed my cheek. I gasped, touching where he kissed and couldn't help smiling. I heard him laugh again.

"I'm the reason you're getting hit?" I frowned and snapped back into reality.

"No, it's ok," Kyoya realized. We started walking again.

"What's going to happen to you?" I asked the question I asked earlier.

"I'll be ok, don't worry," Kyoya smiled a bit. I shook my head.

"Do you want to stay with me, you don't have to say you're with me though, I'd feel better if you would stay with me?" I asked hoping he would say yes. I would have felt better if I knew he was with me, and safe.

"Sure, it can't hurt," Kyoya said smiling. I smiled back and reached over to hold his hand, and surprisingly, he let me hold it.

Yay. We have an answer and our pairing has now become a pairing. Until next chapter. Please review , follow, and favorite!