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A BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE

Kiss The Setting Sun.

I was given a week.

A

Single

Week.

…to move my things and find another place to keep my being, another place to call my own, with my own money. I had to pay for my own education, certainly I could gain a scholarship with my GPA, but the title I had earned and clawed, typing murderously on a computer, calculating numbers until my brain felt it would bleed equations, it was now being used as the gray cement for my father's projects. For once in my life I felt as though it was falling apart, slipping past my usually quick fingers, they were suddenly shaky as if rubbed with old butter.

I needed a person…

But the one person I truly needed was,

Afraid

Of

Me…

How could I think otherwise, his small physic trembling beneath my icy hands? I had on more than one occasion been told my skin must have been chiseled from cold stone, and once was even from my Kings gentle lips. But…Perhaps…If I asked…if I begged and pleaded with his beloved heart, the one I had been cut by, the one that struck my own into a beating motion again.

Would He…

Accept Me?

My feet wanted to run, the leap out the caging jaws of this soon to be ex home, but it had been shut tight, forbidden from me, specifically so I could never be with him.

I now Knew why my heart was black.

My palm caressed the silver knob of my doors handle, its smooth surface granting a slight twinge of comfort to my aching head and body. If I could find away to leave, to escape, to be with him just once more, just a single moment, one glimpse of him and maybe I could return to whom I was.

What I had wanted to be.

Tamaki…

There must be away, I studied the carvings of the knob that know held the inner workings of my sanity. It curves and turns forming at the edge a snakes head, eyes sharp and cool. Its nose sensing and feeling the tips of my fingers; I could nearly feel the scales against my flesh.

I flinched when I heard footsteps climbing my winding staircase, pressing against its levels allowing the walker high access with each pace taken and given. It could not have been my father; if possible he would never allow his gaze to fall on my face again for the only sake of tarnishing his vision with impurities. I backed away from the door, my touch leaving my lady serpent, only to watch her head turn as the door slid open to reveal my eldest brother, his eyes tired and blood shot.

He had been away on a business trip, his normal duty of watching the houses main Gate had been put on hold as my father tried to push his head child into the seat of office occupation. All knew…he was not cut for the job, his heart…

to loose for such a leashed work.

Did I admire him for that?

Had I ever wanted my own heart to be free?

No…

I had been dead and misshapen until this point.

"Hey take care of the Gate for me." he said groggily as he shut the door, retreating into his bedroom a few stride from mine.

What?

The Gate?

Had he not been told of my actions? Of my faults and dirty lips, my greedy hands? What god was granting me my wish, my morose head a chance to touch and see and speak with my King if Just once more? My logic hit the side of my face…

Why was I asking so many questions?

As if on puppet strings I pulled a grey polished cell phone from my back pocket as I began to change my clothing, a slight blood stain on my blazer from the self incision tongue I had given myself earlier this afternoon. I could not call him, my voice could not reach him through old telephone wires, I could recall his wince, his sudden turn when he became frightful of my voice.

But my words…if not cut to ribbons by my own teeth had always reached him, had always given him a reason to trust and listen.

I typed with the pad of my thumb against the keys of the cellular device.

'Meet me at the soccer field.'

And with that I shut it, hitting the power button; I didn't wish to hear an answer, to reason with him through the use of abbreviations and acronyms. The sun had begun its fall into the ground, painting with a large brush as it did, a canvas with the colors of fire.

I had to hurry.

I Needed to Hurry.

I left the white collared shirt of my school against my shoulders, slipping on a light brown jacket as I pulled my serpent by her tongue and left my own private corridors for what I felt would be the last time. A sudden heaviness slamming into my core while my feet carried me to the main hall, down the twisted stairs that I had gazed through, saw roses and thought of Tamaki through; across the main room in which me had learned French and math in, hiding me from the suspicious eye of my father who sat just a wall apart from my rushed body.

Before I couldn't breathe, but now I was breathing that of fresh air, the taste of thick warm honey, the shining warm star leaving us humans to produce our own source of light for the next 12 hours of our small lives. I broke.

Into a dead run.

The slight heal beneath me beating against the common ground, the sidewalk I trailed upon on rare occasion, this new and unpaved commoner's path would lead me to a steep and thorn related cliff or into the comfortable bliss my throbbing heart secretly wanted, either way it was an end I was desperately waiting for.

The school building lavished with riches and dreams, covered in glorious diamonds approached me all too soon, the yellow hued face of a giant clock tower greeting mine, his large hands chiming against barrier winds as they rushed against the set of time, making my run seem slow and unworthy.

Was I worthy?

It was too late now; the judges were in front of me, the three fates once again banging immortal fists against my door as I opened it willingly, only wishing to shut it at a glance. The soccer field, beneath my feet, the melodic chime of this tower demanding my position a minute to soon; Crafting destiny with elegant fingers, I felt the gable being raised and waiting to be struck.

This beauty I faced, the canvas Apollo has pulled in a golden carriage rested gently in warm colors across this grassy ocean of crimson and ginger. Each flower shifting just slightly in a fiery breeze that hit your skin with a gentle grip resembling the locks of a goddess. This was rivaled to splendor I surrounded my lowly self in, the Academies spoils falling short to the sight before my cold eyes. Could this sun make even a heart like mine…Beautiful… what would it take…?

What is it you wish for sun?

Won't you tell me?

Share with Me?

What would it take Sun?

Answer me…

"Kyouya?" That voice… My head swiveled as my black irises caught the eyes of him…

"Tamaki?"A string within my chest tightened forcing a section of my stomach to nestle within my throat. "You came?" his face only gave me the response, its porcelain skin greeting the pink ground beneath him. "Tamaki…"

"Listen Kyouya…I only came…because…because…"

"Look at me when you speak…please." the edge in my voice was in dire need of replacing, the razor chafed and old. Worn down. With caution those blue Safire's pierced the air between us with a comforting shot. Splitting the red sea and turning it blue.

"Because...I… Can't stand you…you sicken me… y-you hurt me…" his body tensed, his lids tightening around his lashes, a gleaming cheek of water dancing across his orbs. "I Don't ever want to see you again!"

BLANK

It could be done… a woman can be stripped of beauty…a man could be stripped of honor…a fire can die with winds…a God could bleed…

An Otori can have his heart broken…

Speak…or the silence will overwhelm…speak and be broken again…

Speak…

"I…I see…" this body of mine…it only felt empty… a muggy draft filling my organs with a heavy film. "I am sorry to have bothered you." Could it hurt this much? "I'll be leaving then…" There is nothing you could have gained from it… Was Haruhi right? What could I have gained from this? "I Promise to never show my face before you Mr. Suoh."

Ever again…

This road I chose to take…neither led me to a cliff nor a state of bliss, but to this emptiness, to a routine I had broke, I'm ready to return, Strike your gabble, cut your wire…I'm ready. I began the surprisingly numb step away from this setting, the gates of Ouran never seeming to far from my reach, my escape. The invisible cliff just over a bleeding sun.

Can I met with you?

"W-wait Kyouya."

"Tamaki I have no room for contradictions, you have said your side, and I have taken the understanding to that side." another step.

"But K-Kyouya just listen to Me." was that a plea?

"Tamaki I have already listened well enough to you, I see now your hatred for me is apparent and there is nothing I can say nor do in order to change those feelings." a farther step.

"Kyouya!"

"You have made yourself clear enough…do not insult my intelligence or comprehension of words Mr. Suoh."

"What have a made clear?" a dense fool, was he trying to cut me? Did I mind? I couldn't feel it…

"Your hatred for me, now if you'll excuse me I…" This…

Warmth? Fire had struck me; claws had tangled their ways into my hair, boiling water splashing against my face. A hold tighter then a lock to my father's emotions buried deep inside a rib in cased chest.

A Kiss From Tamaki?

Fingertips holding my skull as his arms enclosed across my shoulders, those feather painted lips pressed firmly against my carved ones, heat from his body soaking through his school uniform that still separate me from his skin; tears falling against my cheek, his burning cries between a gasp of air.

"I…I never said I hated you…K-Kyouya…" these words, his small frame shaking, trembling against me, his hands refusing their retreat across the contours of my back securing themselves into the fabric of my dull brown jacket, forceful whimpers sliding from his mouth as he hid his face in my collarbone.

"But you never wish to see me again?"

"You…don't get it…"

"And what don't I get?" that knife behind my teeth as sharp, thinner then the finest samurai blade.

"Shut up! I love you ok!"

Love?

You?

Me?

These words, the blade hidden beneath the muscle I commanded to speak with, was insignificant compared to the sharp point of his double edged sword. I couldn't recall the next events, but that would replay like a black silk woven record running against the almost wet surface of a needle.

"You?...You love me too…Right?" my heavy head nodded with his question, a brilliant smile that could have torn through the main lands so called strong hold against invaders. Clear paint dripped from his glossy sketched eye lashes that framed a sea into a glass surfaced orb. His golden strands slipped with the winds strings, the unison of sun casting a bright shadow pink and orange across the already stained bullion hair. Pale ivory stolen from god's skin had been stitched onto his gentle frame and skillfully built an angelic face, rose licked lips, and the softness of facial features, dripping with immortals sweet colored blood.

My Tamaki…

His protected hands were flawless; his skins color clashing with the dull brown of my jacket while a gentle and hesitant finger traced a thin line up my chest and to my neck, as he was mentally cutting through me with the tip of his finger nail. My heart crashing against my ribs in order to touch the flesh his had touched. Was I sure of his intentions? Would I frighten him with mine? Did I care at this point anymore?

My own curiously aching hands traveled to the familiar blazer resting against tender shoulders, reaching beneath the starch soaked fabric and easily dipping it further and letting it slide off a sleek, long sleeved white shirt. A light 'thud' singing as it met with grass. A pink ribbon dancing across the elegant bridge of his nose, marring perfect porcelain. To my surprise, his knees met the ground beneath him as he lay his back to the burning drawn earth below, a shock of concern pierced through my core, but his beckoning smile did more than mend the fatal wound, with a single movement I joined him, the mechanics on his lips only pulling them further across his cheeks. The rounded pins binding his shirt were child's play, my fingers ridding them with little effort when, their tips just grazed across the Satin beneath them, heat blazing through me, using the veins as a pathway to the dead kindling in my heart, setting it a flame. A pleasurable sound coming past the lips of my lover, a drawn and strained moan, soprano clashing with alto. Again… oh please again.

"Off." I muttered and as I commanded, his relaxed arms lifted, his soft shoulder becoming sharp, the clothing obstructing my view slowly retreating further down until it rest on the head of his hands. When his eyes checked for my approval I gave a light dazed nod as he gripped the sleeve of my jacket and pulled me dangerously close to his chest, freezing sparks hitting the bit of exposed neck my parchment allowed. He only gazed at me through hazing blue eyes, his suddenly hasty reactions began pulling my hoodie over my skull, without objecting, ignoring the gabble banging against my offense, I placed my glasses to the left of me, and allowed him to let my skin feel cooler, my uniformed shirt coming with it, the chilling nips of air felt delightfully comfortable, like a rinse of crisp water. His hot hands meeting around the back of my head intertwining between strands of black wire, pulling my body to meet to the very details of his contour. The mere feeling of his fire crested flesh against my own cold muscle surrendered me taken and lost with opening chests of dark desires from which I had chained time and time again; he was unlocking them and throwing their workings around like petals in breezes.

"Kyouya?" His voice brought me back to his presences, that wicked smile easily written with royal ink across his face.

"Yes?" he tugged me further, his nose touching the shell of my ear. Whispering.

"Kiss me." …

Oh Tamaki…my Tamaki… You have a way with words. I complied. I had given in, taking those steaming lips with mine, shocks traveled endlessly, I wished to ravage him, to tear him like I had done to countless equations, but with him I knew…I would never solve his actions or the consequences that followed. His hold only tightened, his gem cracking against my black stone, his hands leaving trails of chemical and his lips setting the fires.

It burns…

It Hurts…

It Bleeds…

Its… Wonderful…

I had Kissed the Setting Sun.

Ok….Wow I know I know not really smutty but I felt is matched the seriousness of the story.

But I don't disappoint, there WILL be Love making in full detail after the story is finished like a behind the scenes bonus, there will be a revision of this scene and then an additional scene. =]

Ok! THANK YOU ALL! I know it took me a while I am so so so sorry. I wanted It to be good, please tell me what you think… Oh and all the reviews I have received and not replied to I am sorry my email is acting dumb and won't let me respond to messages right now but THANK YOU for your support and time.

Sorry for Rambling. Thank you again.

~Jessie Sinnfold.