Why did it always rain whenever he felt just a bit down?
Kyoya sat up in his bed, only in his boxers, his bottom half covered in a thin white bed sheet, looking down at his lap, eyes half-lidded. His glasses sat on his bedside table, and he didn't have to look outside to know and hear the rain falling onto his window, hard. It was dark, and his curtains were pulled, barely letting in any gray morning light. His hands lay flat on the bed beside him and he had a blank look on his face, and slowly, his head turned to the side, looking at the closed curtains. He took a soft breath, and removed the bed sheet from his form, swinging his legs over the bed almost in slow-motion. He walked over and opened the curtains, squinting at the light as it came in, bringing one arm to shield his eyes momentarily before he adjusted. Despite the gloom, it was still a large contrast to the darkness that shrouded the room prior.
Once his eyes adjusted, he let his arm drop to his side once more, looking out for less than a second before turning away and walking across the room again. He made his way to the bathroom connected to his room, opening the door and flipping the light on, as there were no windows for daylight in the bathroom. He went to the sink, turning on cold water, cupping his hands under the water and splashing it in his face abruptly. It woke him up, for sure. He blinked rapidly, rubbing his eyes afterwards and looking in the mirror.
The paleness of his entire for didn't shock him at this point.
Kyoya had always been pale, but recently, he looked sickly pale. Tired. Thinner. Basically, he looked absolutely horrid. And he knew it, he wasn't denying it. Luckily, there was the power of make up. He'd learned how to apply it in the right way, so it wasn't obvious he was wearing it. He didn't care about any notion of 'masculine pride.' There was no way to fix his complexion permanently, so this was the only solution, for now. It would keep people from asking questions.
He went along with his morning routine, showering, brushing his teeth, getting dressed in his Ouran uniform. And last, applying foundation from his face down to his neck where it was no longer obvious how sickly he looked. His hands were hard to distinguish as and paler than usual, so he didn't bother with them. Her combed his hair, fixing it around his face, as always. And there he was. Normal, everyday Kyoya. Nothing unusual. All was the same.
He traveled to school by means of his driver, like every morning. Brought an umbrella, in case it started pouring again, but it had stopped for now. Went into the school building, took his classes, interacted when necessary, and speaking to Tamaki a bit less than usual. Both of them seemed to be avoiding each other, if only a little.
He went to club, as usual. Nothing was different, really. Except for the slightly dense air between Kyoya and Tamaki. But even before Kyoya had revealed himself to Tamaki, and used him, the way he had, things had been different, even though he tried to ignore it. Ever since the first day, when he suddenly found himself staring at girls... like he never had before.
Contrary to common belief, Kyoya was a normal, hormone crazed teenage boy, just like the rest. He just hid it well, unlike some. He was always very reserved. And of course he found the girls in school attractive, but he never did anything about it, he was never romantically interested in any of them. He didn't even have any real friends, let alone girlfriends.
Except for Tamaki. But even he denied himself the luxury of thinking of Tamaki as a true friend. He didn't think he was capable of having friends. Faking it, sure. He was great at that. But Tamaki was the first person he'd let himself get close to in a long while, even though he despised the idiot in more ways than one, at times. The guy was trustworthy, accepting...
But, getting off track. Kyoya did, indeed, catch himself staring at some of the girls in the host club, getting distracted from his work. One of them even caught him in the act and turned away, giggling like mad. He stopped directly after, not having the capacity at that moment to scold himself, but just wonder why?He'd never had this problem before. He brushed it off at first, thought it was probably nothing.
But soon he couldn't think of it as nothing anymore. Because, the next time he caught himself staring, he felt something very, very strange rising withing him. It was a sort of longing, almost, and it made him squirm. It wasn't a sexual desire, it felt nothing like that. But he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was...
Nonetheless, soon after, he found himself approaching, and talking to this young lady. She had long, dark brunette, straight hair, and she smelled like the chocolate she had made for Tamaki the night before. He must have caught her name, at some point, but he didn't remember anymore. All he knew was that somehow, he had ended up leading her away, after school... alone, to an empty classroom, behind the teacher's desk, and ended up on the floor with her, her shirt messed, her upper body somewhat exposed. She had been very, extremely nervous, hesitant, thinking whatever was happening, was leading to something other than what it was, and that she shouldn't... and that's when Kyoya bit her. Right at the base of her neck, into her veins, with two razor sharp fangs he didn't know he had until then. But it was all fuzzy, thinking back on it now. He remembered her scream, and at some point, fall unconscious. When he woke up, from whatever odd state he had gone into, he was horrified. She was no longer bleeding, but he remembered how much she had been when he was done, and doing away with it all, with his mouth, while she lay unconscious under him.
He'd taken her to the hospital. That maybe wasn't such a smart idea, but he didn't know what else to do, he was panicked. Once he'd straightened himself, he told them he'd found her this way in his class room when he went back to get a book he'd forgotten. He learned later that she'd gone home safely, yet, ended up being very sickly for the next week. Everyone was talking about it, for only about two days, the time it took for the gossip to cool down and shift to something new and more interesting that had happened.
He tried to stay calm. He was having a panic attack on the inside, though. He opened his mouth in the mirror, looking for what he couldn't believe was really there. He found them, shorter, more withdrawn into his mouth, and not visible when he spoke.
That was two months ago. Since then, he'd counted at least five more girls he had done the same thing to. All of them had been rendered unconscious in the end, and they all went to the hospital, he left them for dead, but they never died, someone always found them. It seemed as if, if they lost consciousness during, they forgot what happened when they woke up.
He had lost all empathy for anyone female he did this to, directly after the process... afterwards, though, when he tried to sleep at night, he couldn't. He stared at the ceiling, thinking of what he'd done, disgusted with himself, unable to tell anybody, these events had made the news, it was on TV, the six girls he'd done this to... There was no way it could be traced back to him, right? Of course there was, stupid, he's thought, his DNA would be all over them. But for some reason, it wasn't, it must not have been because when they tested for it it never showed up, ever, not once. It was a mystery that no one could figure out.
Somehow he managed to compose himself. He managed to act normal in school, and not slip again... But he found that when he went too long without... drinking... he started to break down. His body became weak, he became nearly unable to control himself, and he stole away yet another girl who he caught wandering the halls near the very end of the school day.
It was then that he decided, enough was enough. He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't keep this up, he was a monster, he was acting like and animal, he was absolutely disgusted with himself.
He was more than hesitant when he made the decision to go to Tamaki with this problem... he told Tamaki about the girls, how it had been him doing this. At first Tamaki was confused, and doubting him, thinking he must be joking, but Kyoya wouldn't joke like that... and then he'd been disgusted, which didn't last long when he thought about Kyoya carefully, and how much he really cared for his friend. Was it really something he couldn't help? It wasn't his fault, then... But this was unbelievable. It couldn't be true; it was like something out of a horror story.
Eventually, though, when all was said and done, Tamaki decided to help Kyoya, however he could. He just... hadn't known, at the time, what he'd agreed to. Now, he did. Two days later, going about club activities, he remembered precisely what he's gotten himself into. And he tried, he tried very hard, not to look at Kyoya differently, not to treat him any differently, but he couldn't help himself, it was hard to act normal around a person when you shared such an odd experience with them.
Kyoya had helped Tamaki cover his wound with bandaging, around his neck. It was explained away as a rash, that no one asked about just to be polite and respect Tamaki's privacy. So it had turned out, no one suspected a thing. Well, except maybe the maids, inside Kyoya's mansion. No one had been home at that time except for the help, a few of them overhearing Tamaki's cries, muffled behind two closed doors. Kyoya told them he had been helping Tamaki remove a splinter. Which was, admittedly, a weak excuse, but they seemed... to pretend to believe it. Most of the females turned away stifling giggles, most likely assuming he was lying to cover up... well. You know.
But it was on the third day after, that Tamaki started really thinking carefully about this; if Kyoya didn't drink again, would he go after those innocent girls, again? Furthering the police investigation? They hadn't traced it back to him so far, and could never be able to assume what was really going on, but still- those girls. They ended up sickly, weak, for a long while after it happened. And though Tamaki didn't blame Kyoya for this, he really couldn't let it happen again.
At that realization, he had to stop himself from visibly trembling right where he sat. He remembered the pain, it was... horrid. There was no way to describe it, it was just... and the closeness between the two of them, that had been uncomfortable enough as it was. Everything about that experience had been painful, uncomfortable, and awkward...
But if he was going to stop these events, keep it from happening anymore, he may very well have to let Kyoya do that to him, again.
This time he did shiver.
