Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, I will never.
Golden Horizon
On the way to the school, Kyoya kept a stone-faced. If he didn't he'd probably be crying his eyes out right then. He wanted to cry but sucked it up, on days like these that all he could do. Kyoya hated his life, he wished he never was born. He wished he never was born into the Ootori family, as sad as that may be. Even coming from a wealthy family, no longer helped the situation. He was like all the other victims he read in books, he was helpless and vulnerable. The young man couldn't understand why it was him all the time, why was he violated in such ways? Why was he to blame for almost everything? His mind became cloudy, his eyes burned. 'Get a hold of yourself. Stop crying.' He thought sharply. Sucking in a deep breath the boy looked up, he was already at the school. Right on cue, his driver opened the door, the boy got out and thanked him.
Right before walking up the stairs, he caught the soft voice of his driver, "Have a good day sir!"
He replied, "Thank you."
Today he was certain would go smooth, he would have no problems, and most of all be in peace. Checking his watch the young man bolt right up the stairs, he was running late. He had two minutes to get tot the classroom. At school, he found that he could get away from most problems. He fixed his glasses rubbed his eyes, making sure they were clear, He fixed his askew uniform. Kyoya was glad, for the most part there was no one in the halls. He looked pretty much the same if you didn't look at his eyes. He didn't have the cool aura like he usually had, if anything the low blood pressure king had a much more 'glooming' aura. He forced a smile on his face, making sure he kept up appearances like usual. Oh, the stuff he hid, if anyone where to find out, they'd probably wouldn't believe it. The son of successful business owner, Yoshio, who by the way is filthy rich, raping his own son? Oh how tragic that'd be for the Ootori family. But Kyoya knew better then that, he wouldn't confide in anyone, if anyone did believe in what he was saying.. He wouldn't go to the press, he wouldn't do a thing. But what was he supposed to do? Just sit there and let his father keep touching him. harassing him, hurting him? Yes, our beloved Kyoya was most definitely screwed.
'Ding'
The late bell, Kyoya was late. Not only did the bell messed his thoughts up, he was certain that his father would beat him tonight. Walking into the class hurriedly, Kyoya sat down. No one seemed to notice he was late, not even his fan girls or that blonde idiot. Taking his books out, he looked around for his homework, he could have sworn that he done it! It was definitely obvious that Kyoya was not on the ball, like usual. Fidgeting around, the boy tried to find a comfy position for his sore bottom and that damn thong. That thong of his felt absolutely horrible, like a major wedgie. But the shadow king was used to it, his father often made his wear lingerie like this. His father even went as far as making the boy wear raunchy clothing around the house. The maids were no help at all, they simply just turned a blind eye. That special 'security' that the family has? They were worst then the maids! They simply ignored Kyoya's bloodcurdling screams, as if there was no danger in the mansion at all. But if you asked Kyoya all this, he'd probably would have just shook his head and roll his eyes. Kyoya has been through so much, what with Fuyumi being gone he has no one in the family to confide in. Fuyumi being older then him, she knows to an extranet how horrible their father can be. To an extant Fuyumi only knows how violent Yoshio can be. She has no clue about the other perverted, masochistic side of her father. If anyone were to find out what happens behind the Ootori mansion doors, Kyoya would be a goner.
"Mommy! You didn't answer my texts!" , he heard a familiar whining voice. Kyoya, once again was yanked out his thoughts. 'Now is really not the time to play house Tamaki.' Ah, yes Tamaki Souh. The blonde man had the mind of a child, sometimes. He was Kyoya's closest friend, you'd think the boy could tell him his secret.
"I was busy, don't call me Mommy.", he replied rather coldly. The complete opposite off how he felt. He needed a big hug.
Just like that, the blonde went into a corner crying, just like usual.
Within five minutes class started. Tamaki stopped crying and Kyoya sat deep in thought. Thirty minutes later and class was over, The shadow King reluctantly got out of his seat and went to he next class with Tamaki in tow. To anyone else the boy seemed to be rushing to get out, almost like he didn't' want to be there. Tamaki had to jog to keep up with his 'cold blooded' friend. By the time the pair got to their next class, Social Studies, the blonde had to lean against the wall outside the classroom to catch his breath. Kyoya paid no attention to his out of breathe friend and sat down in the empty classroom. He placed his books neatly on the side of the desk and waited.
Tamaki walked in and sat net to him, "Are you alright Kyoya? Is there something bothering you?", he asked softly.
Kyoya mentally cursed himself for being so dramatic, now the moron was going to keep annoying him.
"Nothing is wrong. Stop being stupid", he replied
The blonde pursed his lips together but said nothing. For the rest of the class Tamaki sat determined to find out what was wrong. But it wasn't like Kyoya didn't notice but he ignored him. nothing unusual there. The low blood pressure king had his own damn problems to deal with, it wasn't like he was on his phone 24 hours of the day and waited on Tamaki's every call. So why the hell was he worried that he hurt Tamaki's feelings? The young man shook his head and sat, determined to not cringe again at the uncomfortable thong. It made the boy sick to think about just why he was wearing the thong. As strange as it did sound he wondered whether Tamaki's father knew about the beatings and the rapes.
For the rest of the day Kyoya ignored everyone around him until he got home.
On the way home in the limo, Kyoya got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had thought about it again. 'Get your worthless ass up! I will not have some fag living in my house!'
There it was, that voice again. That voice Kyoya for the life of him, couldn't get out of his head. 'You deadbeat, you'll never take over my business! Your nothing but a faggot and that's all your going to be!'
"..Stop please..", Kyoya whispered, he tried desperately to soothe the booming voices in his head.
'YOUR NOTHING! NOTHING!' the voice continued. The golden eyes widened. He couldn't take it anymore. Kyoya, the smartest kid in his year, couldn't handle a little hitting and screaming. He just couldn't keep it in any longer. Why, he absolutely positive that he'd have a breakdown before he got to age 17. He was so tired of keeping up appearances, making sure to stay on top, and most of all, being played as a connection for his father. He was sick of fit all!
Holding back a sob in those beautiful brown eyes, Kyoya screamed, "STOP!"
Right on cue, the limo stopped. The driver looked up shocked, "Yes sir?"
Kyoya, whose head was still down, shook his head, "Sorry. I didn't mean you. Continue driving."
The driver nodded.
The boy looked into the window, tears still streaming down his face. 'I got to get a hold of myself. This is very un-characteristic of me.' He thought.
The boy wiped his eyes., took a deep breathe and waited for his doom. Kyoya knew that his father most likely got wind of his lateness and missing homework and planned to show just how angry he was of his 'third son' his father would put coldly.
He took a breathe and waited for the driver to open the door. It felt like a dream to him, getting out the limo walking up the stairs to his room. That was until his father kicked the door open. The dream Kyoya thought he was having turned into a vicious nightmare.
"You are a disgrace to the Ootori family.", his father screamed. Kyoya backed all the way to the farthest hall. All the while his father kept advancing towards him, cursing the heavens for having a dirty son like him. He was right, his father had indeed got wind of the missing homework.
His father stopped.
"I have a business meeting, something you don't know anything about to attend to. I have some new clients so, you will be attending with me. They sure do love that ass of yours.", his father purred.
The younger man gasped at the touch. He felt his father grab his butt cheek really hard. The 'clients' his dad mentioned, were pedophiles in disguise. They were important businessmen to the outside world but sick, twisted pedophiles in the inside. His father's friends, the very same ones who'd molested Kyoya all during his last year, were attending the very same meeting. How did Kyoya know you ask? Well, they don't call Kyoya the shadow king for nothing. He heard his father at night, talking to the pedophiles, the 'friends' his father had on a daily basis communicated with. But the young man wasn't able to hear all the dirty details his father had gone on to talk about. Kyoya was passed out by then, suffering quietly to the beatings his father had did to him earlier on the day. Sometimes his father forgot when to stop. He should have stopped when blood spurted on his face or when all he could see on the boy was blood.
No, none of these were the answers, it was Yoshio's censor of the food in the mansion, specifically Kyoya's wing. He made sure to cut some of the iron in the boy's diet long ago. Without much iron in the boy's body, he developed iron-defiency anemia. His father in his sick twisted mind thought it would better suit his desires. He liked the fact Kyoya had to when he was younger (like 14) had to take iron supplements. He loved the way the poor boy would shiver in cold, how unnaturally cold the boy got when others where just cold. In other words, Kyoya's dad loved to exploit Kyoya's health at the expense of getting off.
But anyway, Kyoya knew just how bad things were getting by the time he turned 15. He wasn't sure whether it was because of the death of his mother the previous year, had caused his father to go crazy.
No, Kyoya wanted to believe that his father was okay before the death of his mother. He wanted to blame her passing on his father's no longer sane mind, that his father actually missed his mother and was just taking out his grief on the younger boy. Lately, its been hard for Kyoya to believe that. He wanted to so desperately believe his father wasn't a cynical pervert who wanted nothing but to harasses Kyoya constantly. His father was so caught up in public appearances, that he didn't even care what his own family thought of him.
"Father I can not go.", he lied. Bad move Kyoya, bad move. But what could the boy do? He didn't want to be stuck in a room being molested by those bad breathe perverts! And he certainly didn't favored being talked to like he was some dirty whore they found on the street! The boy shook with fear, he had lied. His father never liked being lied to, in fact when hid mother lied years ago he slapped the poor women so hard, she fell to ground with a thump. She was on bed rest by the doctor for the rest of the week, it seem she had accidentally fell down the stairs and got a concussion. But getting back to the story, Kyoya's dad reached up with a hand and smacked him so had his already abused glasses cracked and fell to the ground. He gasped and fell to the ground. His cheek stung so bad he thought it was ripped off.
"You CAN go and you WILL go. You WILL do as I say WHEN I say." His father continued, "When I tell you to do something you better damn welldo it!"
The boy bent his head, not showing any sign of saying a word.
Kyoya never believed in anything that had to do with dreams, fairytales, that sort of thing. But right about now, he could definitely relate to how the damsels in distress felt. Boy, did he need a hero.
Author's Note: So how was my extra long chapter? I hope it was grand, because I got another round of one-shots I got to post soon. This story line is set during the beginning of the anime, don't worry I know what I'm doing!
