The Shadow King attempted to roll over in bed. It didn't work. He tried again, his body refused to move. Coherent thoughts failed him. He fell back asleep.
Three hours later his consciousness tried, yet again, to rouse him. His room was dim but through his single, half-open eye he could tell by the light on the ceiling from behind his blinds that it was at least midday.
He squeezed his eyes shut, he would have groaned but by the state of his head (two halves of a head?) it would have caused him more pain to do so.
Slowly sitting up, he waited for his eyesight to stop blacking out before he attempted to roll his legs over the side of the bed. Pressing a button on the wall for a maid he let his head fall down to his chest.
The poor maid, who was literally shoved into the room by the other significantly more experienced and terrified maids, slowly tiptoed up to the youngest Ootori.
"S-sir, I have brought you some aspirin and water. Is there anything else?"
"Shut up." Metal crunching against gravel could have sounded more pleasant.
"Ye-yes sir." The maid squeaked and backed into a corner.
Kyoya glared at her response. To say something, anything, in response to that was CLEARLY not shutting up. He grabbed the aspirin and water off of the bedside table where she left them. Swallowing the overly cold water through his fuzzy throat nearly made him throw up. Again. He didn't expressly remember throwing up but there's no way in hell he could have this bad of morning breath if he hadn't.
"Mouthwash. Phone. Now." He glared at the, now wilting, maid in the corner.
She ran out silently. Well, at least she had learned to shut up.
He raked his hands through his hair, waiting for the aspirin to start to alleviate his pain. He could feel the cold air follow his fingers, it was not all unpleasant. He rubbed his temples with two fingers. His brain was mumbling something about increasing blood flow to make the meds work faster.
Letting loose a deep sigh into the dim and deathly quiet room he wracked his tortured head for answers. 'Why did I drink again? Oh yeah…dad dropped that hint about my brother's latest accomplishment at dinner.' He took a deep shaky breath, the clenching feelings of jealousy, bitterness, and competition rising quickly to stab at him. 'Note to self: drinking solves nothing.'
He flopped over onto his back, staring at the whirling white ceiling. He barely noticed the maid come in. It wasn't until he heard the overly loud click of items being set down on his nightstand that he even dared lift his eyes to glare at the back of the fleeing maid.
Grabbing the mouthwash and drinking it out of the cap like a shot he grabbed both cell phones. First he checked the business phone. As expected, everything was clear. No missed calls or emails. Even the host club had left him alone. He had covered his bases well preparing for today being his much needed day off.
He looked down at his 'personal' phone. Hesitating he thought of the dream that he'd had. His dreams always had tended to be semi-lucid. His dream had been about the party, as was natural since it was probably the last thing on his mind before he passed out. Though for some reason this dream seemed less lucid than usual. This worried him. He hoped it was a dream anyway. No matter how drunk he was, an Ootori should never use pickup lines.
Gingerly picking up the old model cell phone he ran his thumb over the cool surface. He only brought this phone when there would be drinking, his reasoning being not wanting to accidentally drunk-dial a business partner, have a drunk set of devil twins drunk-dial a business partner, or break a newer model phone that would cost more money to replace. Tachibana was the only speed-dial, since he would keep his business phone for him and could contact him if something came up.
Flipping open the screen he winced at a solidified smear of something across the screen. Last night must have been really rough. Thinking back on his dream, if it was in fact reality instead of a dream he should have some sort of text message from one Haruhi Fujioka. His stomach decided to be upset at that notion.
Cleaning the screen first he checked his message inbox. Thank Kami-sama. No text messages. It was just a dream. Setting the phone back on the nightstand he went limp, staring again at the ceiling, spinning less now, waiting for the meds to finish kicking in.
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Haruhi had been studying in the public library since noon. She had been reviewing her Latin bases and was now bored out of her mind. Pulling out her phone she idly started flipping through contacts, she rolled her eyes and almost smiled when she came across his "name."
The twins' voices were suddenly in her head, 'Too much work and no play makes Haruhi a dull boy.'
Her shoulder twitched as she mentally shrugged them off. 'Why not text him? Maybe I'll ask him what kind of cologne he used…not that I could even afford it though.'
Sent to: Dark Romeo
So, "Dark Romeo" you never did
tell me your real name. Why did you
choose a Shakespeare reference
in the first place? You do know it's a
tragedy, right?
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Kyoya's personal phone jingled and vibrated once on the table next to him.
Sitting bolt upright he swore in every language he knew….until all of the blood rushed to his face and he blacked out, hitting his head on the corner of the desk on the way to the floor.
Author's Note: I consider it canon that Haruhi has difficulty recognizing Kyoya without his glasses. My reference to this would be episode 8, the sun the sea and the host club. Sorry this chapter didn't do much. And yes, he was completely sloshed last chapter. Thus the ooc-ness. Please forgive!