He decided. Kyouya is one emotionally constipated bastard. The most emotion that he has ever seen the dark haired boy express would be in the morning when he would deathglare everyone in sight for a full 30 minutes after waking up. The rest of the day would be composed of calculated smiles and articulate speeches that were all impeccably logically measured. Kyouya is also the most regimented person he knows. Each day is scheduled and maximized to the very last second. One would think that that would make him a very boring person but ever since he first saw the vice president, Kyouya was anything but. He is a curious contradiction of sorts; cold, manipulative and harsh to an unbelievable degree and yet… he manages to charm people instead of repelling them. He has an air of mystery that draws people to him, consciously or not. He is however, not the enigma that fangirls portray him to be. It's true that no one knows of his plans until it's too late but the reasons in which he does them for are rather blatant. He does what he does for profit, for his own gain. He has no mysterious purpose. A true enigma is indiscernible in all aspects. Kyouya does not have that particular romantic requirement. No, he is selfish, cold … real.
Wherever he is, whoever it is, Kyouya bluntly puts them in their place. Most people think that that makes him cruel. It's true only to a certain extent because the only person he's truly cruel to is himself. He doesn't allow himself to feel. He suppresses everything, never letting anyone get close. He pushes them away not because of arrogance but because he's afraid. Afraid that they won't understand, afraid to feel the pain that he knows would come if ever he truly did get close to someone and they just left him. Although, of course, Kyouya would be damned before he admit to such a thing. His forced indifference is a good way to shield himself but in doing so, he deprives himself of the possibility of something wonderful. Unlike the others, he could see the absolute intensity that Kyouya hides behind his glasses. His quiet yet fierce spirit is a welcome refresh from everything else that surrounds. Kyouya is the epitome of the darkness; scary, unsettling, holding all the shadows you don't want to face but ultimately, you cannot deny that you need it.
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No one knows a lot of things about Tamaki. Noone knows that his favorite bands are really Aqua and Metallica - which is just as well since that was admittedly a disturbing combination. Noone also knows that the real reason he set up the host club was because he was lonely. Longing for the company of the other host, of true friends who understood him and not really the supposed 'princesses'. Noone knows that every year, on his birthday, he curls up in the same corner of his bathroom floor and cries till he feels too exhausted to even be disgusted at his pathtic state. And noone knows that the days after Kyouya walked out, he was filled with a sense of despair that was completely conrary to the smiling assurances he gave the other hosts and clients. And that during the nights, he would lock himself in his room and wallow in his own personal hellhole, till he would finally fall asleep and wake up empty and restless despite the dreamless night.
Kyouya wouldn't return his calls, texts or e-mail. The bespectacled boy even went so faar as to temporarily move out of his mansion knowing full well that Tamaki would visit him there everyday after school.
Because the truth is, no matter how cliche it may sound, he NEEDED him. He had come to depend his life, his sanity on Kyouya. Everyday, what kept him from completely losing himself was the constant presence of the other boy's controlled albeit undeniably strong personality. He was the only one that effectively kept him anchored to the ground, reminding him of who he is, who he WAS.