"All I'm saying, Kyoya-senpai is that maybe if you actually paid attention to Tamaki you would realize what's going on!"

Kyoya sat on one of the Host Club couches; it was well past when all the customers had left, and the members had long since cleaned up before sitting down to talk about the Suoh heir.

It was sufficient to say, Kyoya was confused. Haruhi had jumped him not long after he had sat down to do his usual extensive paperwork. This was the first time he had seen Haruhi so worked up about something: her obvious passion for Kyoya to visit Tamaki left him confused, not that he allowed any emotion to show on his stone face.

Tamaki. That blonde idiot. That extremely dense, talented, confusing, beautiful, disastrous prince of a boy.

Kyoya never could focus on Tamaki long. The more he pictured the President; the more confusing and conflicted emotions arose within the Shadow King. Kyoya was not one to deal with what he couldn't clearly understand, so when it came to anything concerning Tamaki, he simply didn't dwell on it longer than necessary.

Which, at the present time was extremely hard to do.

What confused him even more than Haruhi's demands that he go visit the blonde boy and talk to him wasn't just the ferocity in which Haruhi persuaded the action. Nor was it that she would not tell him exactly why she needed him to do that, instead looking off to the aide, going slightly red and muttering unintelligible things. No, it was that, for the first time he could ever remember, the twins, Mori, and Honey were in a deadly serious agreement.

"Come one, Kyo- just go talk to Tono!" Kaoru wheedled.

"It's really, really, really important you do..." Hikaru added.

"Otherwise, the boss may never come back." They both finished.

Honey sat curled up on a couch in Mori's lap, not eating anything. The larger man was rubbing circles on the smaller one's back. Honey looked up at Mori, worried, then at Kyoya.

Kyoya sighed. Sure, it had been a while since Honey and Mori had officially 'hooked up' as Hikaru might have said, but it was long since expected of the two by Kyoya himself. The way they cared for each other, interacted with the other... Kyoya's only request when they came out about it all was that they keep it private among the student body "to not affect sales incomes," he had said, and not do anything to publicly display their affection in front of him. Well, to a reasonable extent: he didn't need Takashi and Morinozuka all over each other when Tamaki was, well, being Tamaki.

"They're all right, Kyo-chan. You have to talk to Tama-chan. He... he needs you."

Kyoya wanted to scoff. Tamaki, need him? That was laughable. The dummy didn't need anyone, not with that personality. Or those eyes... definitely not with such a charismatic being...

"I find that quite hard to believe." he finally said.

"Then don't believe it. Just trust us," Mori piped up, almost causing Kaoru to fall of his current perch on Hikaru's lap.

Honestly, what was it with everyone in this club? With Honey and Mori, and the twins... Soon the only single, straight people would be him, Haruhi and Tamaki! Kyoya almost debated on whether they should change their name to the Ouran High Yaoi Club...

But all joking aside, the fact that Mori made it his business to get involved got under Kyoya's skin.

"I think you are all overreacting due to the sudden stressful change of events. Clearly, Tamaki's behavior these past few months coupled with that outburst earlier has affected you all. I personally think he is fine, just worn out, and will come back fully recuperated the next day."

"You aren't listening!" Haruhi stamped her foot. It would almost be comical, Kyoya thought, If not for the anger in her normally calm face. "If it were that simple, I wouldn't be bothering you!"

"Well you can stop. I honestly don't see how I can be of any help; it isn't as if I mean anything to Tamaki! You can stop bugging me about it!" Kyoya snapped. As he realized what he did, he removed his glasses, polishing the lenses on his shirt hem, before putting them back on. The habit of his his action calmed him down, allowing him to collect his fluttering thoughts.

Hikaru laughed, a big loud foreign sound, almost eerie in the sudden silence. "Man you really don't get it, do you?" he asked, half disbelievingly as he turned his brother to face him in his lap. "Was I really as bad as him? Please tell me I wasn't that oblivious."

Kyoya watched as Kaoru blushed deeply, grabbing Hikaru's hands in his own. "Almost." he said. "But not quite." Hikaru groaned, bringing his face to meet his brother's. "Then it - is my - own – fault – definitely - my own - almost - loss." Kaoru giggled and blushed at the statement between his brother's kisses. Kyoya felt a heat rise on his own cheeks. What the-?

"Honestly, get a room." Haruhi muttered, before turning to Mori. "At least tell me you guys aren't this bad...?" Mori stayed stoically silent as Honey giggled.
Kyoya saw all this through a haze, his mind detached and whirling, processing.

As oblivious as... Hikaru and Kaoru... That bad... Almost loss?

"Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi waved her hand in front of the vice-president, bringing him back to his current situation.

"I- you mean to tell me... what?"

Haruhi grinned sheepishly, Honey rubbed the back of his head and smiled, and Mori blinked. "That wasn't the exact way we planned on letting you know..."

"You mean you had planned telling me?" Kyoya choked out.

"Of course!" Hikaru piped up from the couch, having wrestled Kaoru into the folds of his arms. "You know, for someone as smart as you..."

"You really are blind. Tono pretty much has done everything to get your attention except strip you down, push you on a table and do the deed with you."

"Though that would be funny," Hikaru mused darkly. "To finally have some dirt on the elusive Shadow King..."

"Tama-chan really does love you. And I think you love him too, right Kyo?" Honey noted, staring down Kyoya with his big brown eyes.

"Just go." Mori stated.

Kyoya turned to Haruhi, mind reeling.

Did he really love Tamaki? Were those the complicated feelings? Sudden loss of breath, heart pounding, sweaty palms, tightening of pants? And wasn't it supposed to be wrong- to be gay, to love your best friend like that? At that moment, Kyoya answered his own questions. Yes, yes, most likely, who cares?

Standing, he closed his laptop and grabbed his bag.

"Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi questioned.

"I'll see you guys later. I have an idiot to go talk to."

Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnd with that chapter, the rating just officially went up! How did you like it? I think I'm gonna keep switching back and forth between Tama and Kyoya's point of views(respectively)- because I like the changes and contrast. Tamaki, in his ill state has less out together, more vague and dreamy short chapters. Kyoya is more sensory, hard facts and longer passages... Just like their personalities... But whatever. I'm having fun with it, and right now that's all I give a damn about. Thanks also to my two commenters from last time- Ciefador Grey and RiddledWithWolfstar! thanks for inspiring me to keep this up, glad you both enjoyed the first chapter- hope you enjoy this one too...

-Lissa