Chapter Four
Broken
The rain poured down heavily onto Tamaki's head. His blond hair became thick with water and he rushed down the long driveway to the gateway leaving the Ootori estate. Kyoya must have ran fast, for Tamaki couldn't see any traces of him. He only hoped he could catch up to him.
As his feet flopped into the puddles, Tamaki's mind raced off to only a moment ago. Why had Kyoya kissed him? Was he kidding around? He figured right away it wasn't a joke by the way he ran off like that. As far as Tamaki was concerned, Kyoya had never kissed anyone. He didn't even have feelings for anyone, yet why had he woken up to find him straddled over his waist, their lips connected?
He had so many questions.
He found the large gate with the Ootori crest wide open. Kyoya must have ran through it and kept running. Tamaki stopped in front of it and grabbed the bars as though to help him stand. He looked down at the rain splashing into the ground. His mind raced back to his first kiss only a few days ago. Suddenly, it seemed much longer ago than a few days, but he remembered it vividly.
Haruhi had been wearing a pink sundress. Tamaki couldn't believe it and kept trying to take photos with his cell phone, but Haruhi yelled at him to stop. In fact, during the entire date, it seemed Haruhi wasn't enjoying herself. Tamaki wondered why she even agreed to go on the date at all.
It was around dinner time when they noticed, in the back tables, the red-headed troublesome twins Hikaru and Kaoru. It was so much like the twins, to be so nosy on a date between them.
Haruhi had leaned into the table, closer to Tamaki, and smiled, "Let's throw them for a loop," she had said, and before Tamaki could ask what she meant, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his in a kiss. It wasn't a full, passionate kiss, but a quick satisfying smack on the lips. Tamaki remembered his face flush. It was so unlike Haruhi to play a joke on the twins by kissing someone. It completely took him off guard.
Tamaki gripped the gate's bar tighter. It's not like he didn't Haruhi. He would have loved to kiss her so many times. He actually liked kissing her at the date. But suddenly, after being kissed by someone with such passion, even if he wasn't meant to feel it, the kiss from Haruhi seemed empty.
He looked up from the ground and noticed a tall, figure standing by the street corner at the bus stop sign. The figure was pacing nervously, and as he turned to face Tamaki's direction, Tamaki noticed a glimmer of light refract off of the figure's glasses. He knew right away it was Kyoya. Tamaki let go of the gate and ran towards the figure. His loud, splashing footsteps gave him away, and Kyoya turned to face him, but didn't attempt to run this time.
He wiped at his face, and Tamaki wasn't sure it he was wiping at the rain or tears, "Is there something you'd like to ask me?" Kyoya asked.
Tamaki nodded, but didn't answer, suddenly forgetting all the questions he had in his mind only a moment ago.
Kyoya sighed and adjusted his glasses, "Let me guess, you want to know why?"
"Well, for starters, yes," Tamaki answered.
"I don't know why," Kyoya said. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at Tamaki coldly, "I kissed you because I wanted to, but I don't have a reason why."
Tamaki looked away, avoiding Kyoya's hard stare, "Kyoya...are you...?"
"Gay?" he finished with a sharp bite in his tone, "Don't insult me, Suoh. Let's just say I'm confused. I don't want to be called a faggot right now."
"I didn't call you a faggot!" Tamaki snapped back. Suddenly, all his questions returned, "Why don't you tell me why you kissed me? And why you did it while I was sleeping?"
Kyoya shook his head, "Forget it, I'm not talking anymore," and with that said, he turned his back as though he was to continue waiting for the bus stop.
Tamaki angrily put his hand on Kyoya's shoulder and turned him back around, "I'm not putting up with your stay-out-of-it attitude tonight," he said, "You need to answer me."
Kyoya looked at Tamaki in disbelief. He had never seen an angry side to Tamaki before. He wondered if he was angry because he was kissed by Kyoya or because Kyoya wouldn't answer the question. Regardless, he answered, "I guess you can say I have a crush on you."
"A crush?" Tamaki echoed.
"No," Kyoya said, shaking his head, "I love you."
"You love me?" Tamaki said, and then he removed his hand from Kyoya's shoulder and looked at the ground again. He thought for a moment. Kyoya loved him? But why?
"I kissed you when you were asleep so you wouldn't know," Kyoya continued by answering his other question, "I shouldn't have without your permission. I'm sorry."
Tamaki shrugged, confused on weather to say it was ok that he had kissed him or "ok" in response to his apology, "Well, can you at least come back to your house?"
"Why?"
"We can talk out of the rain," Tamaki said, "Come on..."
Kyoya look up at the sky. The rain fell in huge drops onto his face. His dark, black hair hung drenched down his back, "I was raised to uphold the family honor," Kyoya thought out loud, "Sworn to present the family in such a way that made the world see us as untouchable. Unrelated. I was raised to make us seem one of a kind."
Tamaki didn't quite know what Kyoya was talking about, and merely stood there quite, listening.
"And here I stand!" he shouted, "About to re-enter my family's house a confirmed faggot, one of the many things I was raised never to be. I'm an embarrassment to my family."
Kyoya's words tugged at Tamaki's heart. They flowed smooth, yet struck like thunder. It was like hearing Kyoya recite a poem, "You're still a good person, Kyoya," Tamaki said, finally, "You're not an embarrassment."
Kyoya titled his head back down and headed towards the Ootori Estate, "Let's go."
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I am trying to at least get one more chapter uploaded in case I don't get a chance to upload this week. Thanks for the reviews. You people inspire me!
