The clock tower outside the window at Ouran Academy chimed at four o'clock on the dot. Music Room 3 was practically empty. Well, except for the blonde who was perched on the windowsill. Said blonde was looking outside wistfully, lost in his thoughts. He had been so busy lately and because of this, he barely had any time to spend with his 'little girl' (aka Haruhi). He had fended the twins off tirelessly all day, which added to his moodiness. But most of all, he hadn't seen Kyouya since they had a slight falling out earlier. All he wanted to do was apologize and hug his best friend again. He looked over the beautiful grounds, smiling wistfully.
"Mommy…" the word passed quietly from Tamaki's lips as he watched the trees and flowers sway in the breeze.
Kyouya heard Tamaki's soft voice and rolled his eyes slightly. Surely Tamaki wasn't so naïve to believe that simply calling him once would bring him into the room. Deep down, Kyouya felt slightly bad about yelling at Tamaki earlier, but it had been necessary. As an Ootori, he was not allowed to show weakness, which included feelings. If it had been a girl, he would have been a little gentler than he had been with his friend. He figured Tamaki could handle it, but in hindsight, as he watched the blonde mope, his assumption was obviously incorrect. He sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. Tamaki was calling him again, and something in Kyouya made him want to walk in and kiss the other boy senseless. He nearly slapped himself in the face; no, he could not think those things! Not now. It was bad enough for his reputation that he was feeling something toward someone, much less having homosexual feelings for his best friend! He really was a disgrace to the Ootori name, wasn't he?
"Kyouya… I know you're there… I'm sorry for making you upset earlier," Tamaki said weakly, looking at the open door.
Kyouya just happened to be standing against the door, out of Tamaki's line of view. The blonde stood up from his perch on the windowsill and started to walk slowly towards the door. Kyouya sighed, stepping slowly closer to the doorway. By the time Tamaki was at the door, Kyouya was most of the way into the room. Tamaki, with not another sound, pulled Kyouya into a hug. The raven haired male's shoulders tensed. Surely, this was a figment of his imagination? He was just daydreaming; he was sure of it. Never in a million years would Tamaki-
"I'm sorry Kyouya, please don't be angry with me…" the blonde whispered, looking at the raven haired male with his big violet eyes.
"You're such an idiot…" Kyouya said simply, pulling Tamaki's head down onto his shoulder.
"I know… But I'm your idiot!" Tamaki protested, smiling against Kyouya's shoulder.
Kyouya smirked, tilting Tamaki's chin up and crashing their lips together, "Damn straight."
"Wait, what?" Tamaki asked, almost doing a double-take.
The blonde was currently sitting on his bed, talking on the phone with his father. His grandmother refused to ever invite Tamaki to the main estate after she accidentally found out that the Suoh heir was dating the Ootori's youngest son.
"It's just as I told you, son. I already asked Ryoji, who agreed, albeit reluctantly. When I told him that his daughter had found favor with a rather rich family, he seemed to listen eagerly," Yuzuru said, trying to win over his son.
Tamaki let out a silent, frustrated huff. His father didn't seem to understand the situation. He was happy with Kyouya. The entire family knew his secret now, so why were they still trying to pass him off as a heterosexual if he was gay? He knew it was all a scheme to appease his grandmother. Why couldn't they just leave him and Kyouya alone? After a moment of silence, Tamaki started protesting again.
"But father, I-" Tamaki started.
"It will help you gain favor with your grandmother," Yuzuru baited.
Tamaki swallowed. He had lost all hope in a relationship with his powerful grandmother after the cat got let out of the bag. The idea was enticing… but he loved Kyouya too much. Before he could press the matter further, the phone was transferred to another line and Tamaki's grandmother's voice rang in his ears.
"You are to end your relationship with Ootori tomorrow and dissolve the Host Club at the end of the semester. Do you understand?" the old woman said, her voice full of menace.
Tamaki gulped and stuttered out a weak, "Yes, Madame," before hanging up.
He felt tears burn in his eyes as he reached for his cellphone. He didn't want to break up with Kyouya via text; that was just wrong. He wanted to cushion the blow in a way. He slowly pressed each key, feeling his stomach sink lower and lower with every sound.
To: Kyouya 3
I hate this family… :(
From: Tamaki
Sent at 10:10 pm
Kyouya felt his phone vibrate from somewhere under his butt. He looked around a moment, before moving to the side to find the buzzing contraption. He flipped the phone open to see who the text was from. He rolled his eyes; what did Tamaki want now? He was surprised at the message when he opened it. Tamaki only used the frown emoticon when he was really upset.
To: Tamaki (aka Idiot)
*sighs* What happened now?
From: Kyouya
Sent at 10:15 pm
Tamaki opened the message as soon as he received it. He blushed; was Kyouya really concerned about him? He was so unused to the idea. They had been dating for almost five months, and Kyouya had yet to tell Tamaki he loved him; whereas, Tamaki said it all the time. The blonde didn't mind it, really. Kyouya was more of a silent lover anyway. Just being together was good enough for the Ootori and Tamaki liked that. The blonde chewed his lower lip, wanting to write what he was thinking but for some reason, he just couldn't muster the courage to do it.
To: Kyouya 3
Call me?
From: Tamaki
Sent at 10:16 pm
Five unsettling minutes passed before Tamaki's phone rang. The ringtone was recognizable immediately. The blonde smiled, pressing the send button.
"What is it, Tamaki?" Kyouya asked, cradling his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he continued the budget graph for the Host Club.
"I'm… really upset…" Tamaki said, finally letting the emotions from earlier come back.
The tapping of keys stopped and a creak indicated that Kyouya was leaning back in his office chair, "Care to tell me what's wrong?"
Pale, slender thumbs twiddled around each other whilst the blonde thought, "Well…"
Kyouya sighed, letting a subtle tenderness overtake his voice, "Tamaki… I'm not a mind reader. I don't know how you feel or why you feel that way if you don't tell me."
Tamaki huffed, pulling his knees to his chest, "My grandmother is forcing me to do something I don't want to do, again. Except this time, I don't get a chance to see Mother…"
Kyouya felt his shoulders drop a little. Was Tamaki's grandmother doing what Kyouya thought she was doing? He understood that she hated him (Kyouya) with a burning passion. It was reasonable, for she never expected her grandson to be playing for the other team, no less playing for the other team with his best friend. Truth be told, Kyouya was slightly afraid of his father finding out. He would be disowned for sure. He shook his head, trying to prevent selfish thoughts from slipping into the rational part of him that was still functioning at the late hour.
"So she's trying to break us up…?" Kyouya's question was more like a statement.
"Essentially… I just feel bad for getting poor Haruhi involved in this…" Tamaki stated bluntly, forgetting (once again), to keep his mouth shut.
"Haruhi? What does she have to do with-? I see," Kyoya started to ask, then stop, for he knew the answer.
An uncomfortable swallow came from the other end of the line, "Yea. I know... I hate it…"
Bile started to rise in the back of the raven haired teen's throat. He cleared it quickly and simply said that they could talk tomorrow and wished his lover a good night before closing his phone. He threw the gadget aside, closing his laptop with the other hand. The thoughts weighed heavy on his mind as he attempted to sleep.
A few years later…
Kyouya lay in bed, watching the woman beside him sleep. He watched her delicate chest rise and fall. He felt guilt tear through him like a knife. He had lied to that poor woman he now called his wife. She had told him from the beginning that she was a virgin and he had lied and said he was too. Of course, he would always remember his first. (A/N: Tamaki, in case you couldn't figure it out) He hoped that the girl would figure out who he really was and leave him alone to suffer in peace. He wanted so badly to reach over to his phone and call Tamaki, but he wasn't that naïve. He knew what would happen if he did.
"Tamaki, I'm leaving you," Haruhi said coldly, picking up a box and dragging it out the door.
The blonde nodded numbly, watching her. He knew it was coming. The signs were so obvious. Tamaki was internally happy that Haruhi was leaving him. Hikaru could take care of her emotionally better than he ever could.
"Are you pregnant?" he asked just before she set down her keys.
The brunette didn't look at him, but nodded. Tamaki smiled sadly; he knew it. During the entirety of their 5 month marriage, they had never done anything. They hadn't even kissed since the wedding day. Really, it was loveless. Tamaki still loved Kyouya and Haruhi simply loved Hikaru more than Tamaki, but was forced against her will to marry Tamaki. The blonde simply let her see other people as an apology for his family's actions. He knew that the child inside Haruhi was not his, and he didn't want to pretend it was. He just wanted to suffer his pain alone and let Haruhi be happy with her true love. Footsteps broke Tamaki's train of thought. He looked up to see Haruhi standing before him, holding the golden ring in her palm. She gently placed it in his, pressing her forehead against his.
"This is meant for someone else," Haruhi said wisely, grabbing her car keys and leaving a speechless Tamaki behind.
The blonde wanted so badly to reach for his phone, but restrained himself. Kyouya would probably never talk to him again. Just as he got up to leave the room, the phone rang. The ringtone was all too familiar and for a second, Tamaki thought he was dreaming. He picked up the phone, feeling the numbness creep back into his veins.
"Hello?" the blonde asked.
"Tamaki…" the raven- haired male's voice choked.
"Kyouya?" Tamaki asked, his violet eyes widening.
"I need to talk to someone… And my family is not the best option right now. Meet me at Ouran around 10 o'clock," Kyouya said, closing his onyx eyes and holding the bridge of his nose.
"Okay…" Tamaki said, feeling his heart sink as he whispered goodbye and hung up.
I miss you… so much…. Come back to me.
A/N: Awwww! I didn't want this to end sadly, but it did. The song and this story are way different. . Anyway, I feel bad for my poor Kyo-chan. (If you haven't read Situations, then I'll just let you know I'm a Kyouya fangirl) On another note, I'M SO GLAD I FINALLY FINISHED THIS! Sorry, I think I had a little too much sugar today. (I shouldn't have eaten that chocolate cake at lunch .) Anyway, thanks for reading! If you liked it, or have anything to say, click that little speech bubble at the bottom of the page that has the word review next to it, por favor. Until next time!
-Hakura
