Hi guys this chapter is a bit intense, and a tad dark. I dedicate this chapter to gemmy11 who helped me a lot with this chapter with her wonderful ideas.

Kyouya could appreciate the need to feel normal, but Tamaki would never be normal. He knew this in his heart and could barely stand to know it and would never bring the fact to the forefront of Tamaki's mind. He watched from a distance as Tamaki entertained the girls, they looked ecstatic with his company and Tamaki looked happy in turn. Kyouya could be satisfied with that small thing if Tamaki was happy.

He didn't notice Haruhi walking up beside him and standing near to him with a small knowing smile on her face.

"You really love him don't you. It hurts you to see him in pain." She whispered, Kyouya let his mask slip back into place.

"Pardon?" But he knew that she already had seen his true face, his face of love and care for the boy and man he loved.

"Kyouya you can hide it from me. You love him and he is your whole being." She then walked off back to her girls and sat down. Kyouya looked after her and raised and eyebrow.

"You are far to dangerouse Haruhi Fujioka" he muttered under his breath before putting his mind back to the figures and facts in his little black book, ocassionaly looking over the top to see Tamaki, he seemed for once in his misfortune life Normal.

"Maybe, He could do it."

Tamaki watched as the girls began to flood in, crowding him. He felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, as all the yellow silk and patterned lace pressed in close beside him. Attempting to take a deep breath he smiled. 'I will be normal' He repeated the phrase like a mantra in his head and lead a select few to an ornate sofa. Sitting down he waited for the flow of questions to ebbe so he could begin serving the girls with pretty phrases and loving gestures, he settled into it easily. It was like riding a bike, you never forget. He relaxed back into the sofa and smiled gracefully, Praising the girls and being his flamboyant princely self. Many would say it was his usual self. It wasn't it was a front like most at the host club they hid behind these masks of host types and pleased others while something deep inside their hearts festered and grew eating away until all that's left it the mask. All that's holding them together it the mask.

He felt ill, the world was tipping slightly and falling in and out of foucus, his normality shattered again. He hated it, why? Why when he was just feeling like anyother person in the room did his body have to do this to him? Is that what his grandmother had felt; the world closing in and normality slipping into the distance as the doctors and nurses told her? Did she even know? Then a thought came to him. It would be him eventually that was led in a hospital bed and Kyouya the one being told that they were making him comfortable. Saying that he was dying. The word felt heavy in his mind it weighed down his body. Dying. That led to being Dead didn't it? Death? Was he scared of death?

He Shook his head violently, he wasn't to be thinking like that, he would live with what he had and the time he had and he would relish it. He became aware that the girls were looking at him expectantly and slightly confused, pausing before deciding his response. Swallowing and pushing away the mounting nausea he said.

"I'm sorry Princess I was so overwhelmed by your beauty that I was unaware of anything else." They swooned infornt of him. 'Shallow' He though roughly before continuing to pay attention to the sickly sweet girls fawning over him.

The club ran on and on in Tamaki's mind, he'd come to feel normal but had only ended up feeling worse. A headache pounded behind his eyes and in his temples as the squealing and horrid mix of perfume assaulted his senses. He felt dazed and light headed everything he could see had a far away quality, like he was stood on an island and viewing the whole thing through a grainy tv with lost of static, he shook his head again to try to clear it. Nothing.

Kyouya, who had begun to keep a closer eye on Tamaki after the zoning out incident noticed the shake of his head and walked over concerned that Tamaki was feeling ill. Placing a hand on Tamaki's shoulder he was even more worried to feel the flinch of his love at the touch. Bending forward he whispered into Tamaki's ear.

"Are you okay? Tama" He said this as quietly as possible, he knew that if Tamaki had one of his migraines then anything above a whisper would grate against his brain with excruciating consequences. He looked into the mismatched eyes and moved to ponytail to the side and place a discreet to fingers against Tamaki's pulse point, he wasn't in a good enough position and found it near impossible to get the reading. He saw Tamaki pause then answer.

"Yes fine. Thank you Kyouya." Kyouya sighed, he couldn't be feeling that bad if he could take that tone with his love. He walked back to the pillar he was leaning against and resolved to keep a closer eye on Tamaki now. There was only and hour and a half till the end then he would get the truth out of him and get him home.

Tamaki took a mental deep breath and tried to ignore the pounding and then the sudden stabbing pain that was brought on by Kyouya light whisper, then those fingers on his skin. They burnt; like needles and thousand needles in that touch. He looked at his watch and concentrated enough to get the hand to focus. One and a Half house left he could last that couldn't he. Yeah he lasted worse he knew he had. He knew that Kyouya would be watching him now, like the proverbial hawk.

One hour to go.

He could give up, he knew he could but he was stubborn. He was going to do this. His stomach felt like a stormy sea, tossing this way and that. The headache was now and migraine of gigantic proportions with a side helping on sensitivity to light sound and touch. He surprised the urge to heave and be sick, he wasn't that bad off. He would finish this club meeting. He would be normal.

Half an Hour left.

'Come on Tamaki you are normal. Breathe yes like that in and out. Hang on I can barely get any air in.' Tamaki struggled to breath normally, his lungs and chest constricting painfully. He tried to concentrate on the action of getting air to his deprived lung. 'In through your nose and out through your mouth. That's it Tamaki' breathing became slightly easier. He was not going to give up.

Kyouya took one last look over his book and before walking towards the table and beginning to usher people out of the clubroom and collecting pay and selling merchandise like he did at the same time at the end of every meeting. He started a bit early today, as he wanted to give Tamaki a quiet five minuets before they began to move and go home.

Over, it was over the last of the girls left and the large doors slammed shut. The sound rang loud through Tamaki's head making his world spin that little bit faster. The rest of the club had their backs to Tamaki as he tried to stand.

The world tipped dangerously and his chest seized, he felt his heart start to beat rapidly and with no real rhythm, his stomach lurched and water rushed in his ears. His senses became a solid wall of pain he tried to call out for Kyouya but everything came to a sudden stop, he felt nothing, heard nothing, just pain.

Cliffy please don't hate me. There we go. It is unbetaed sorry. I will get that sorted a soon a possible but real life is not that fair sometimes. Anyway please review. Thank you.