Chapter Title: Laptop
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I did, I don't own OHSHC or any of its characters. All rights go to Bisco Hatori, seeing as without her I wouldn't have been able to write this.
Dedications: So I'm dedicating this to all of the readers who waited patiently for this chapter to come out. Thanks for being so patient with me guys!
Not too long after his lips connect with Tamaki's, Kyoya pulls back and for a moment merely looks at the blonde boy through a hooded gaze. Then his head slowly descends and he is lying back down, fast asleep as though nothing had happened. To Kyoya it hadn't been anything. Half of him honestly believed that it never happened, that it was just his messed up mind trying to play tricks on him. The other half kept screaming at him for what he'd done and it turned his dreams to nightmares instantly. Kyoya was confused beyond belief about what had just happened… If it had happened at all… and as he once again lost consciousness, the only thing that breeched his fogged mind was the feel of Tamaki's lips on his own and how he had enjoyed it. Not that he would ever admit that out loud of course.
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Tamaki was absolutely speechless. His half-asleep best friend whom he himself had injured had just kissed him. As Kyoya drifted back to sleep, Tamaki raised his hand to his lip and touched them slightly, as though making sure that they were still there. It was impossible for him to slow his breathing down or stop the fast beating of his heart in his chest. It seemed as though Kyoya hadn't even meant to do the reaction. It was obvious that he had been out of it when the kiss had occurred, but that didn't mean that he hadn't meant to do it.
The swirling thoughts in Tamaki's head collided and the hand whose fingers had just been touching his lips became a fist and he stood up, nearly knocking the chair he had been sitting in over, and started pacing the room. One hand was clenched at his side while the other scratched the top of his head. Tamaki's eyes kept darting uncontrollably to Kyoya's sleeping form and with every sight of the younger boy came a wave and embarrassment and the blonde's pacing sped up.
"What was that?" Tamaki mumbled as his shoes made a quiet tap, tap, tap on the tile floor. " He was half asleep. But that doesn't really mean that he didn't mean to do it, does it? Agh, now I'm just confusing myself! Look at him sleeping there as if nothing's happened. Could he really not know what he just did? But there has to be some reason he would just randomly… just… kiss me. Ah! Maybe he was having a dream about a girl… Like Haruhi!… and he slightly woke up and thought that I was that girl so he kissed me. But Kyoya can't like Haruhi! Wait… Why does that bother me?!"
Finally after another few minutes of ranting and annoying gestures, Tamaki let out a long, annoyed sigh, and sat back down in the chair beside Kyoya's bed. He crossed his arms and legs and just stared at the sleeping boy before him, trying to decipher him. He wasn't very good at it; it was much more like something Kyoya would be good at. But still he tried. Tamaki tried desperately to figure out what had been going through Kyoya's mind and yet nothing really satisfying came to mind. His thoughts bounced from the possibility of himself having imagined it to Kyoya believing him to be Haruhi to Kyoya just having wanted to kiss Tamaki. None of them subsided the blush that was still present every time Tamaki's gaze grazed over Kyoya's lips, and the last one nearly left him speechless.
Deciding he would just wait and see what happened when Kyoya woke up, Tamaki let his shoulders slump and his face to lose the scowl that it had acquired. He looked down at his best friend, lying in the infirmary bed and breathing normally, and his entire being seemed to let out a contended sigh. He didn't know what it was about the black-haired boy, but he always seemed to settle Tamaki's worries. And now he was the cause of all of Tamaki's worries. The blonde couldn't help but laugh a little at the irony.
Tamaki felt his eyes start to flutter shut and he only slightly tried to stop them from closing completely. The last thought that popped into his mind before his head fell back against the chair was What could Kyoya have been thinking?
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The sun was just about set when Kyoya's eyes once more slowly opened. This time his mind was completely clear and the pain was all but gone. He was smarter this time and sat up slowly in bed. Though his head was feeling much better, he guessed that sitting up fast would cause it to once more send shots of pain through him. His eyes feel on Tamaki, who was leaning back in his chair next to Kyoya's bed, his breathing slow as he drifted through dreamland. So it really was all a dream, Kyoya thought was a small smirk. Though his entire body shown out that he really couldn't care less about what might have happened, if you looked in Kyoya's eyes at that moment you would see something that most didn't. Regret.
Checking the time on the clock on the wall and realizing that it really was getting late, Kyoya slowly reached out his hand and shook Tamaki's crossed arms slightly, causing the blonde to jolt awake. His eyes were wide as his head popped up from where it had been resting and they quickly found Kyoya's. For a moment the black-haired boy couldn't move, but he quickly composed himself and sent a rare, genuine smile at Tamaki's wide-eyed face.
"We should be heading home," Kyoya said. "It's getting late."
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Tamaki stared at Kyoya with wide eyes, hearing his words and trying to figure out if he had any idea of what had happened merely an hour or so earlier. It didn't seem like it. Telling himself that Kyoya must not have any recollection of what had happened, Tamaki smiled slightly a nodded in response to Kyoya's words. Standing up, the blonde held out his hand to his friend, knowing that he must still be in a slight amount of pain at the least. Kyoya nodded in thanks and let his hand grasp Tamaki's. The moment their skin touched a shiver ran down Tamaki's spine and he had to bite his tongue to stop him from blurting out the truth about the kiss. So, trying hard to hide the strange sensation and embarrassment that was running through him, Tamaki helped Kyoya up, who cringed slightly as he wrapped his arm around Tamaki's shoulders for support.
"Are you sure you're alright to move?" Tamaki questioned, worry coating his words.
Now that he knew Kyoya had no recollection of the earlier events, it was as though nothing had happened and the two were just back to being best friends and complete opposites. Well, except for the fact that Kyoya's arm wrapped around his shoulders was making Tamaki's thoughts go to places he never would've guessed they could go. Especially concerning Kyoya. But he shook them off, not wanting to cause awkwardness between the two of them. Well, maybe that would be a little far fetched. It was obvious to both of them that there wasn't going to be "normal" feelings between them, though for different reasons each.
"I'm fine," Kyoya responded, contradicting himself as he winced slightly as they took their first step. "Just keep moving."
And so Tamaki did. Not liking the grunts of pain and the heavy breathing that was taking over his friend, Tamaki tried to make the walk outside as easy on Kyoya as possible. He let the black-haired boy lean on him, letting the weight of his best friend be put on him instead. The two trudged along in silence until Kyoya seemed to feel the awkwardness had been held out long enough.
"Thanks you Tamaki," he said, not looking at the blonde. "For taking care of me I mean."
"What are you talking about?" Tamaki replied in a shocked voice, looking down at his friend. "It was because of me that you fell. Of course I was going to help! What kind of best friend would I be if I hadn't?"
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The words that left Tamaki's mouth hit Kyoya like a ton of bricks. He had been called Tamaki's best friend, something that hadn't happened in a while. Actually, he hadn't been called that since Haruhi had come into the picture. That simple phrase was like an umbrella in the rain or a pat on the back after losing a sports game. Kyoya's gaze continued to look at the floor, but the line his mouth had formed now turned in a smile bigger than one he had shown in a long time. He wasn't about to let Tamaki see how happy he was at the comment, though, and tried to force the smile away. But he found this easier said than done. It just wouldn't go away. Kyoya hadn't been this happy in a long time and it seemed like just listening to Tamaki ramble on about how happy he was that Kyoya wasn't hurt was making his happiness grow more and more with each word.
Kyoya didn't speak another word until the school doors had closed behind them and they were headed towards Tamaki's limo, which sat waiting in front of the school to take them home. As they approached the black vehicle, Kyoya stopped walking, causing Tamaki to stop as well and look down at his friend with a quizzical expression on his face. Kyoya glared up at the window of the third music room before glancing over at Tamaki's confused expression.
"Dammit," he muttered. "I left my laptop up in the room. I have to go back and get it."
"No," Tamaki said bluntly, surprising Kyoya, who looked at his friend incredulously.
"No?" he questioned.
"No," Tamaki repeated. "You're still not completely recovered. I'll go and get it after I get you safely in the car."
Kyoya's eyes widened a little, but he shouldn't have been surprised at Tamaki's kindness. It was how the blonde worked. Forgetting what exactly was on his laptop's screen, Kyoya nodded and thanked Tamaki, who brushed off the thanks and helped Kyoya into the limo. The Shadow King watched Tamaki go, completely oblivious to the fact that his screen saver was the only thing hiding Tamaki's gaze from some of his darkest secrets.
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Tamaki got to the third music room quickly and threw open the door. He was in better spirits now that he knew that Kyoya hadn't meant to kiss him. The laptop sat on the table where it had been left when Tamaki had carried Kyoya off to the infirmary. The computer was flipped open and as Tamaki got closer his eyes took in the screensaver. It was one from the host club's website. Different animated heads of all of the hosts passed by diagonally across the screen with different expressions on each. Tamaki looked for his own face and was proud to find that he looked good as an animated character.
The blonde was reaching to close the laptop so he could take it to Kyoya when his hand grazed the mouse pad and the screen lit up as Kyoya's document was flashed before Tamaki's eyes. It was the same jumble of words that Tamaki had fought so hard to see and the reason why Kyoya had gotten the concussion. Though he tried to ignore the words, Tamaki did catch a glimpse of a sentence before shutting the laptop a little too hard.
"It's absolutely idiotic how the jealousy towards Haruhi and Tamaki causes me to go against my better judgment."
The sentence caused Tamaki to stop his movements after shutting the computer. The words reverberated around in his mind a few times before Tamaki finally came to a conclusion that he accepted.
"Kyoya must be in love with Haruhi!" he said out loud, his eyes widening.
In all reality, Tamaki was just trying to elude the fact that the first idea that had popped into his head was that Kyoya's interested wasn't in Haruhi, but in Tamaki himself. After the ordeal in the infirmary, Tamaki wasn't ready to accept anything like that. He just kept telling himself that Kyoya was in love with Haruhi as he walked back to the limo, Kyoya's laptop tucked under his arm, until he eventually believed it. This led him to believe that he was causing his friend anguish by being so close to Haruhi.
As Tamaki slid into the limo across from Kyoya and accepted his thanks for the laptop, he made a decision that he was going to try as hard as he could to make Kyoya happy and to stay as distant from Haruhi as he could bear. It wouldn't be an easy thing, but if it was for his best friend, Tamaki knew that he could do it. By the time that Tamaki's limo dropped off Kyoya at his home, the plan to stay distant from Haruhi was hardened in his mind and he was able to say a happy good bye to Kyoya after making sure that he was in the protective care of his sister.
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Kyoya's sister worried about what had happened to her brother, but Kyoya simply told her that there had been an accident. He didn't explain any further and simply made his way slowly to his bedroom, his laptop under his arm. Upon reaching his room, Kyoya flopped down on his bed, something he hadn't done in a long time, and set his laptop on his stomach. It was only when he flipped up the top that he realized what was showing on the screen. The teen's eyes widened immensely until he felt that they would fall out as realization hit him. Of course Tamaki would've seen what was written on the screen, which meant Tamaki would know the truth about Kyoya's emotions.
Shit! he thought frantically, quickly exiting out of the word document as though it had done something wrong and staring up at his ceiling. There wasn't anything he could do, however, and he knew it. Kyoya concentrated so hard on the ceiling, willing the realization to not be true, that he felt his headache come creeping back.
With a groan Kyoya rolled over on his side, letting his laptop slip off of his stomach and slide onto the bed sheets beside him. His mind was still frantically begging for the past to be undone when Kyoya finally fell into a deep sleep, too deep for even his taunted dreams to slip into.
Author's Corner – Wow… This came out so late I'd be surprised if you all didn't completely give up on me. Things just came up and I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you guys about it and kept you waiting.
I won't be able to post as quickly as I had intended for a while. I'm not exactly sure when my next post will be but trust me when I say that it will be before the tenth. After that? I'm not so sure.
But I hope that you all still enjoy reading this, even if the chapters aren't going to be coming very quickly. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
See you next time.
