(Note: Sorry times 8 only sideways, everyone. It's short, but it's something.)
He was sitting at his dining room table; all of his family was present. Fuyumi sat with him on one side of the table; his brothers sat on the other. His father sat at the head of the table to the left of Kyoya, he wasn't eating any of the food that covered the table. Tamaki sat at the other end of the table, also not eating any of the food that was laid out for him. He was looking at Kyoya with long, wishful stares; they were sappy and lust-filled looks. What was he doing? He's going to blow their cover.
"My, my," Said Tamaki. "I know what I'd like for dinner." He scooted out his chair from the table and took Kyoya's hand gingerly in his. Kyoya was screaming in his head, telling Tamaki to stop, they couldn't act like this, his whole family was here—
But he just floated along as though he was in a trance; a spell that Tamaki cast with his eyes. Tamaki pushed everything off of the dining room table onto the floor, laying Kyoya softly upon it. Kyoya's father watched with an indifferent face, seemingly unaware of the acts that they were about to commit. Kyoya's heart was beating like hammers against his chest. No, no, no… we can't do this…
With every piece of clothing that Tamaki stripped off of Kyoya, the audience seemed to double tenfold. The host club—His biology class—The school—Prestigious owners of large businesses— They all watched Kyoya and Tamaki with disgust and shock in their eyes. His brothers were outraged and threw the food at Kyoya and Tamaki, while Fuyumi accepted the yogurt that Tamaki offered to the family.
He was inside of Kyoya now. Tamaki had slid himself like snake inside of him. A hissing noise, like air being let out of a mattress whispered,
Failure… into Kyoya's brain. Betrayal… weakness…
Kyoya couldn't stop him. He never wanted to leave the cage that he and Tamaki were now trapped in, but he wished that the bars were thicker. Every single push, the voice grew louder, louder and louder and louder until Kyoya couldn't take it anymore.
"SHUT UP!" He screamed. He couldn't hear anything besides 'NO SON! I HAVE NO SON! DISGUSTING MONSTER—WEAKNESS, UNFIT—I HAVE NO SON!!'
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Kyoya cried. Tamaki was pushing knives into him now; he was being cut from every angle by the bars of his cage. He couldn't find Tamaki in all of this mess—Business managers, his brothers, his sister, his mother—they were all pulling pieces off of him. Someone took a leg, another took an ear—it was chaos, as Kyoya had never experienced. He wanted to be gone from this place—he wanted to die.
"STOP! STOP, STOP—STOP IT!" He screamed, but no words came out. He tried to make them hear it, but not even he could hear it himself. "SHUT UP, STOP IT! TAMAKI, STOP IT!"
*Slap. * Kyoya sat up in his bed, so quickly that he didn't even recognize the head he had bumped into.
"Fuyumi—" He breathed, grabbing his fingers. Those were the piece of him that she took. "I—" It took him a minute to realize that it was all a dream. It was all a nightmare. "I-it was just… just a nightmare… I— tell me…how much—did I…did you?… I mean—it was…What did you…? Can you—"
"Kyoya," She whispered. "What's wrong?" Her eyes were brimming with tears. She inched forward. He had a sudden desire to gush out everything, to tell her everything about Tamaki. Instead he just burst into tears. It was more difficult to do, but it hid his words, and she wouldn't ask as many personal questions. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried this hard—he wanted to seem stoic and strong in front of Tamaki… other than that he had no one else that he had opened up to. He cried and he cried… he cried to hard that he had to catch his breath. Fuyumi was patting his hair down consolingly.
"Kyoya." Fuyumi whispered. "Whatever is going on with you, you need to settle it. Please I can't see you like this anymore."
"What did you hear…?" Kyoya croaked.
"You were screaming 'stop' and 'shut up'. Kyoya, has anyone done anything to you?" Fuyumi asked nervously.
"No." Kyoya whispered. He wasn't sure if this was entirely true or not. "what time is it?"
"It's five o'clock in the morning." Fuyumi said. "I came over to this side of the house because I wanted to know if you wanted to have breakfast with me. I heard you screaming and I tried to wake you. I had to slap you to get you up, though. You were in a really deep sleep."
"Five o'clock?" Kyoya said. "I have… I have to get ready for school… I need to—" Fuyumi grabbed Kyoya's hand.
"No." She whispered. "You're taking a sick day." She shook her head. "Whatever is bothering you is getting to you very deeply. I'm not letting you go to school. You look a mess."
"I need to get to school, Fuyumi." He said, trying to regain his cool composure with pink tear-streaks striping his face and sliding his glasses up his nose.
"No you don't, Kyoya. You are staying right here until you tell me what's happened to you."
"Nothing has happened to me, Fuyumi. If you're suspecting rape or that I witnessed a murder, you're off. It's just a petty little personal thing." He scoffed, tripping slightly off of a corner of a rug. "Nothing to worry about for you."
"Kyoya, You've been acting strange lately." She said, squinting and shaking her head. "I'm sorry to bring it up, but these past few months you've been acting very strange."
"It's nothing," Kyoya repeated. His mouth felt dry—had she noticed.
"You need to be honest with me, Kyoya."
"It's nothing," it didn't matter how many times Kyoya said these two words, Fuyumi wouldn't let him leave. Once Kyoya realized this, he slid back into his own bed and sighed pointedly. "Are you happy?"
"Yes." She smiled. "Very. Now, take some Nyquil so you can get to sleep without dreams, alright?"
"Sure, Fuyumi."
"Where's Kyoya, senpai?" Haruhi asked once they were in the Host club room. "He seemed fine yesterday.
"I don't know." Tamaki muttered, his mouth sandpaper. "He didn't answer any of his texts."
"Are you worried, boss?" Hikaru asked, peeking from the side of his card game with Mori.
"He's not been himself lately." Tamaki murmured looking out of the window. "I hope he's alright."
"Are you awake yet?" Fuyumi's voice was like an out of tune radio, her face was an out of tune television. "Kyoya, you're so cute when you sleep."
Kyoya blinked in the light, unaware of how strange it was to have a dreamless night. He hadn't realized how he had woken up feeling unhappy or nervous every morning. Here, though, he felt light and airy, this day was beautiful one. He grabbed his glasses from the dresser on the side table.
"What time is it?" He asked, stretching.
"It's around 1:00pm. You had nice nap there, did you?" Fuyumi lead him down his stairs to his own little sitting area. There was a steaming bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup with a half of a loaf of French bread sitting on the table before him. He sat down to it and started to eat.
"Now, baby brother, tell me what's wrong."
"No," Kyoya said simply. He sipped at the soup carefully because he didn't want to toe the line with her.
"I didn't want to do this, Kyoya." She muttered, shaking her head. "But if you don't tell me, I'll tell Father that there's something wrong."
"Don't you dare." Kyoya growled. "That's not even a joke to me."
"Your health isn't a joke to me either." Fuyumi stated. "Tell me." Kyoya's stomach jolted at the idea of revealing his relationship to his sister. There was a chance that she would tell their father or their mother or any one of her acquaintances or friends and her father would find out indirectly—or she would go straight to their father in which he would beat the truth out of Kyoya. The risk was high on either side.
"Fine." Kyoya whispered so quietly, he might not have been heard had Fuyumi been looking directly at his mouth. "Fine."
He couldn't find the words to describe just exactly what had been going on between him and Tamaki over the last few months—over the last two years, actually.
"Well, I don't know… it's difficult to say—"
"Kyoya!" Tamaki burst into the room, worry etched into his face. "What's going on? Why haven't you texted me back?"
"Tamaki, I—"
"You had all of us worried sick!" Tamaki raved. "Do you know just how many girls requested for you tomorrow? Are you alright?"
"Tamaki," Kyoya smiled. "Tamaki, I'm fine."
"He had a very, very bad dream last night," Fuyumi revealed. Kyoya flung his head around and looked sharply at his sister. "I had to physically slap him to wake him up."
Tamaki was at a loss for words. Kyoya could see that Tamaki wanted to pull him into a hug or kiss him consolingly. Instead, Tamaki lowered his head so that his hair covered his eyes.
"I don't know what to do anymore." He said, exasperated. "I just don't know what to do…" Kyoya was shocked. He had never seen Tamaki so vulnerable, so… sad before. Tamaki knelt onto the floor across from Kyoya, one hand in his hair and another on the floor. "You told me that those dreams had stopped, Kyoya…"
"Kyoya was just about to tell me what these dreams are about…" Fuyumi said. Tamaki's head snapped up and glanced nervously at Kyoya.
"Were you, Kyoya?"
"She would go and ask my father, I don't want him to find out…"
"I'd like to know too."
"It's alright," Fuyumi said, smiling. "I think I understand what's happening." She put a hand on top of Kyoya's and squeezed it lightly. Kyoya remembered the dream and his fingers twitched to pull away, but he didn't. "I won't tell Father. It's alright Kyoya."
"I have no clue what you're talking about," Kyoya said dryly. Fuyumi said nothing but stood up and left the room swiftly, like a flower blown in the wind. Tamaki and Kyoya sat there next to each other for a while wondering what just happened.
"I tried to play ignorant for you," Tamaki muttered. "I'm sorry if it didn't work."
"That's okay, Tamaki." Kyoya said immediately, even though he didn't mean it. Tamaki slid his hand into Kyoya's and kissed his face.
"No," Kyoya moaned, "Tamaki, please get off of me…"
Tamaki backed up with a confused glance.
"What is it, Kyoya…?" Tamaki whispered.
"It's… the dream that I had… it was, bad." Kyoya said, trying to evade and failing miserably.
"Do you think that's a good answer?" Tamaki chuckled. Kyoya stared into Tamaki's angelic face, and all at once everything poured out. He told Tamaki about the dinner and the table and the cage. He told him about how everyone wanted a piece of him and how they were looking at him in disgust.
"And there was this voice," Kyoya whispered, shaking. "This horrible, loud, shrieking voice in my head that was telling me that I wasn't anyone's son and that I was a failure, and I couldn't find you Tamaki, I couldn't find you."
"Kyoya, Kyoya!" Tamaki said, taking Kyoya's wrists and forcing Kyoya to stare into his eyes. "Kyoya, everything's alright. We can continue on like this, it'll be fine, alright? I won't let anything hurt you."
It was a strange role that Tamaki had to play, and he felt almost fake playing it. Kyoya had always been the strong one, the one who wouldn't let anything hurt Tamaki… but Tamaki had to slip these shoes on and make sure that no one would hurt Kyoya. He pulled Kyoya into a hug, and tried to comfort him.
"I can't accept that," Kyoya whispered. "I can't let you fend for me. I need to be able to fend for myself."
For those of you who put this on alert like, a year ago… thanks! I'm so sorry… it's been forever and I had things happen and I feel better than I did when he died.
*but I'm not gonna talk about that*
SO. HERE IT IS. BUHBUHBUH finally a new chapter! And it's… short. Er. Than I had wanted it to be. I know that I said that the dreams were going to have nothing to do with Tamaki, but I lied. (actually I reviewed the plot that I was going to have to follow, and it screamed cheesy.)
You: DOES Fuyumi know?
Me: I was going to have him tell her, but then the plot would be all funkay!
You: DAMMIT.
So, again, thank you for bearing in there with me, I know that you've been waiting forever for this, (or maybe not at all, I dunno) and here it is finally!
HOORAYYYYYY~~
Tell me if I suck after that hiatus (because I know it's not as good as the previous chapters)
