Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

Warning: This chapter is seriously not meant for the light-hearted. If you can handle angst then why the hell are you still reading this? -Rape, Adult language.-

word- text message

'word'- thoughts

WORD- emphasis on word when shouting.

WORD- extreme emphasis on word when shouting.


Golden Horizon

Tamaki came over, just like he planned yesterday. Currently, Kyoya was finding it hard not to jump out of his seat and kiss the gorgeous guy right in front of him. They were so close to each other.. all he had to do was lean in a little more..

Shaking such thoughts from his mind, he tried for the most part to focus on what the blonde idiot was saying.

Kyoya sat on his seat calmly, hands crossed over his chest as he waited for Tamaki to get done speaking. He fidgeted slightly, those thongs were never comfortable. For almost a year he had been wearing them, such a long period of time that he thought he would have gotten used to them. A part of him was jealous of the half Japanese boy in front of him. He guessed it was because how much his father loved him. Even though he knew Yoshio wasn't the best father, Kyoya still longed for that bond his father had with his older brothers. It seemed as though it was only him, his father detested-

"Kyoya?"

The shadow king raised his head, his eyes showed he was somewhere else.

"What?"

"I was saying that we should have the twins do something different instead of their usual skit. What do you think?"

"Okay."

" 'Okay' ", Tamaki leaned in so that he was about 3 inches from Kyoya. "Kyoya, whatever it is that's wrong, please tell me."

"Why would there be anything wrong?" Kyoya raised an eyebrow, his eyes cold. Tamaki wasn't fooled inside he knew the boy was probably crying.

"Because Kyoya you're not acting like yourself.", he said worriedly.

" How would you know how I act? You're always so busy chasing after Haruhi.."

"You are my best friend, Kyoya! Of course if you're acting strange I'm going to notice!", he shouted. He saw the boy wince.

He made a mental note to keep his voice down.

"Whatever.", he replied indifferently.

"Could you please tell me whatever it is that's hurting you?"

"There's nothing-!"

"Wrong? There is, I know there is."

"No you're wrong. I'm fine, really."

"No you aren't.", Tamaki looked down at his watch. 3:03. His driver was probably waiting outside. " I think it's time that I left, before I regret something that I might say. I'll see you at school Kyoya.", he sighed softly. Kyoya wanted to say something but closed his mouth quickly and nodded.

The boy walked Tamaki out of his quarters respectively, but he didn't expect this.

Before walking down the hall to the door, he peck the boy's cheek. It was quick and as soon as Kyoya felt it, it was over.

"I-!" , Kyoya blushed, his bottom lip quivered in shock.

But, Tamaki just turned on his heels and walked out. He smiled the whole drive back home.

"What the hell are you smiling about?", his father had snapped. Kyoya's father had saw the little exchange between the two boys. He advanced toward the boy in the hallway.

Kyoya instantly wiped the smile off his smile. "Nothing, I'm sorry-".

"Sorry? You're always sorry. Why can't you do anything right for once?", his father muttered walking right past him. But his moves did not go unnoticed. He gave Kyoya a very hard push to the concrete wall as he walked pass.

The boy uttered a small gasp but said nothing. He waited for his father to go away until he got up. Clutching his forearm he walked wearily to his room.


Ring!

Putting down his pencil, Tamaki looked down at his phone.

A text message.

From Kyoya.

Meet me outside the school doors at 7:20, please? It's important.

Tamaki blinked at the words. But nonetheless he replied

Of course.

Closing his phone he leaned on the back of his chair, deep in thought. He wondered what could be going through his friends head. As far as he knew, Kyoya never demanded or asked anything like this from him. It was always the other way around. But after taking all those ideas into consideration, he decided that it was best if he just let fate take its course. Kyoya was so fragile. If he did something out of line, he could lose Kyoya.

'Be safe Kyoya.', he thought sadly. It was a pity he could only spend such little time with his friend. Kyoya was not safe.

Of course.

The boy looked at the text and smiled. He felt…happy? His chest didn't hurt much, and he actually felt good about himself today.

Was it because of Tamaki?

Quickly shaking his head, he questioned whether he should or not respond to this text. Feeling bold, he typed a response.

Thanks. You're a good friend.

He pressed sent when his father rudely barged in. Just when he was going to talk, his father took the phone right out of his hand.

"Who were you sending a message to, Kyoya?", his father's voice lowered.

Not getting response, Yoshio backhanded the boy. Kyoya fell to the floor with a thud.

"ANSWER ME!", he barked.

"….", Kyoya bit his lip and kept his head down.

"It's that Souh kid, isn't it? What did I tell you?", he kept his tone low. He looked at he text message on the screen and growled.

Still not receiving an answer, he kicked the boy repeatedly until he was satisfied. Dusting off his shirt, he threw the phone on the bruised boys chest. That coincidentally landed right on a fresh bruise. Kyoya whimpered.

Laughing at the boys appearance, "Lets see who like you now, you pathetic whore." Not sparing his abused son another glance Yoshio walked out the door. He stopped and turned around.

"Tomorrow, you're walking to school. There will be no driver for you, from now on. I don't care about you.", he carelessly kicked the boy in the head and walked out of the door. This time without another assault.

Kyoya head started to spin, he looked down at the text message

I'll always be here for you Kyoya.

He blackout immediately afterward.


Mornings were never good for Kyoya. He cracked one eye open and got off the floor, slowly. He couldn't feel his arms which was usual. Looking at the alarm clock he noticed it was 6:30. He got to his feet carefully and walked into his bathroom. He peeled off his clothes, and started the shower. Not waiting for it to be warm he jumped in. He ignored his body's cries for comfort and immediately took his wash cloth and showered as best as he could.

He told Tamaki to meet him at the school this morning, and he'd be damned if he was going to miss it! He carefully washed his hair, avoiding the small sore spots on his scalp.

Turning off the shower he reached for the sliding door and stepped out. He grabbed his towel and patted his skin dry. He ran over to the sink and brushed his teeth.

He knowing it was probably 6:55 by now, took his uniform out of the closet and began to get dressed. He looked at the hundreds of thongs that lay in his once underwear drawer. He grabbed it and reluctantly put it on. He put on his uniform afterwards and ran to his dresser to fix his hair. He combed it and gelled some of it to the side. Kyoya looked at his face and sighed.

He ran into the bathroom and took the makeup case and applied some concealer. He would have to apply some more when he got to school.

Not taking another chance, Kyoya hurriedly put the make up in his bag and ran out of the mansion.

Kyoya didn't notice the pair of eyes that followed him out the house that day.

It took about 15 minutes by car to get to the school and judging by the time, Kyoya ran the whole way there. If he was late he knew the blonde would get even more suspicious of his tardiness. By the time he got to the familiar street to the school, he was out of breathe. And besides that, he was freezing! He had left the house in just his uniform, no coat, nothing!

He stopped for a couple minutes for air. He was crazy, he knew he had a just gotten a beaten yesterday and his ribs, especially his chest were really fragile. But he had done it, all for the blonde.

Smoothing out his uniform, Kyoya sighed and walked on.

In a distance he saw the blonde leaned against the school doors, waiting patiently. How the hell was he going to explain this one?

Especially since he wasn't wearing his glasses or contacts. It was out of pure luck that he managed to get to the school the way he had. But the makeup- it wasn't enough to cover the bruises. He hoped his blonde friend wouldn't look at him like he did yesterday.

"Kyoya! I was getting worried- where's your ride?" The boys eyes sparkled a little but he kept his head down.

"Tamaki", he started he raised his head and looked at his friend. "I had my driver drop me off down the street, I needed some fresh air. That's all." 'Oh god! How lame was that? Hopefully he takes that excuse.'

"Oh. So, what did you want to tell me?", He asked casually. 'THANK YOU GOD!' Kyoya mentally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wanted to talk to you about you kissing my cheek. Why did you do it?"

He smiled. "Because it looked like you needed a hug. I knew if I hugged you, you'd freak out. So I thought a quick peck on the cheek was more suitable!", he answered normally. Yep, same old Tamaki,

"You're an idiot Tamaki." 'I love that about you.'

"I know. But, um, if you don't mind me asking, how did you get that bruise on your chin?", he motioned to the boy's chin. It was more or less noticeable.

"I went to get a cup of water in the kitchen and I tripped over my rug." , he stated. It sounded more like a robotic answer.

"But you never clumsy!", the blonde said incredulously. 'Oh, if you knew Tamaki, if you only knew.'

"Like I said, I tripped over a rug. I wasn't paying attention."

"Hm.", the blonde took the brunettes hand and he went into the school, seeing some kids starting to get out of their limos.

He led the boy into a quiet hallway as more and more people started pouring in.

The blonde let go of they boy's wrist. He looked down at the wrist and noticed another bruise on his skin.

"Kyoya, you must be falling an awful lot, huh?" , he said wistfully. Kyoya licked his dry lips but said nothing.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" He questioned the boy again.

"Yes." 'No. Please save me!'

"Nothing's wrong or there is something wrong?" 'Something is wrong.'

"Nothings wrong! Why do you keep asking me? You are really starting to annoy me!", Kyoya growled.

"I was just concerned Kyoya, when I see bruises on my friends face I get worried."

"You act like you never saw a bruise before!" Things started to heat up between the two.

"Yeah, I have just not on YOU!", He screamed.

Kyoya looked down at his feet.

"Well get over it. There's nothing wrong with me, so stop asking me.", Kyoya mouth tightened in a straight line and he walked out the hallway heading to his

"Kyoya why do you lie?", Tamaki lost his cool and screamed at his friend. A group of girls looked at the blonde, but passed by him whispering. The blonde didn't care.

"What?" Kyoya stopped momentarily.

"You heard me! Everyday, you lie, about the same damn thing!", he continued to scream. Kyoya just kept walking trying to ignore the blonde. He didn't need this.

He walked until he got to the class. By then whispers were spread throughout the school as Kyoya walked down the hall. He felt like crying, he really did.

He quietly walked the rest of the way to class with his head down. He asked his sensei if he could use the bathroom since class was so close to starting. She nodded her head with a concerned look.

He took one look at Tamaki when he entered the classroom and looked the other way. He waked out of the classroom.


Tears poured from Kyoya's eyes, he could barely even think straight right now. He was on the verge of a breakdown. The brunette needed to pull it together for sake his sanity.

Walking into the bathroom he closed the door and quickly applied the concealer. He didn't want anymore attention from his peers.

Luck was not on his side. He should have locked that damn door.

Immediately a third year student walked in. He turned behind him and locked the door. He laughed at Kyoya, but walked closer to him. As he advanced on him, Kyoya backed all the way up to the wall. 'Not again!'

"Aww don't be scared Kyoya. I just want to talk.", he cooed in the boy's ear. He brought his hand to the boy's face and backhanded him.

"You're such a bitch. I heard what happened with you're dad. It's pretty funny.", he bullied him.

He was Tayuki's son. Tayuki didn't really care to cover up to his son of what he did to Kyoya.

"What?"

"Ha-ha. You're dad doesn't love you. You're mom didn't either. I heard you cried like a little baby after my dad got done with you. ", he mocked cruelly. He was just like his father.

"I- I", Kyoya tried to form words but nothing came out.

"You what? Cried like a bitch in heat for hours? Or you know that no one likes you?"

"…"

"No answer? Kyoya, your really predictable. I just hope that", he groped the boy's ass, "you're ready for me."

Eiji, Tayuki's son, was well known as a trouble-starter. He yanked Kyoya's pants down, and with one quick movement, thrusted into him.

Kyoya bit his lip until it bled, crying silently. Eiji never had the balls to do this to him in school.

It only lasted a few minutes and after he climaxed.

He zipped up his pants and whispered in the boys ear, "You better clean this mess up, eh?" He gripped his shoulder tightly. Kyoya whimpered.

Eiji smiled sweetly and kissed the traumatized boy. He walked out without another word. Kyoya, got up walked into the stalls and grabbed some tissues and cleaned up the evidence of his rape.

He was supposed to be safe in school. He cleaned himself up and got up from the floor. He wiped his eyes and washed his eyes, cautiously, he didn't want to ruin the makeup.

When he walked back to class, his sensei was in the middle of teaching a lesson. He opened the door, all eyes were on him, Kyoya knew he looked like shit. Whispers started to swirl around the class. He knew it was about him, but he didn't have the strength to tell them to shut up.

She looked concerned and asked if he was okay. He just nodded and walked to his seat.

He didn't forget the pair of violet eyes that bore into his skull from the side.

Tamaki noticed Kyoya was shaking like a leaf the whole period.

Kyoya ignored him.


It was lunch time and Kyoya quietly went outside to the school garden and sat down on the bench. He wanted to kill himself right then and there. Angst washed over his heart like a tidal wave. The boy wasn't expecting Eiji to be back at school until winter break ended. He felt pieces of his heart fall off one by one. Thoughts clouded the troubled boy's mind.

'No one likes you.' 'Go to hell.'

The brunette closed his eyes, his disheveled appearance wasn't something he was proud of. Kyoya knew he was the talk of the school right now. Eating in the cafeteria was a no-no. He wouldn't be eating today.

"Kyoya-sempai?", Haruhi asked. She smoothed her hair and watched in interest as Tamaki talked.

"Yes. Please, don't ask him any questions, just say hi and keep hosting. I don't think he's in the right state of mind to answer any question concerning his appearance and what not.", he told the members, with the exception of Kyoya.

The day had gone by annoying slow for Tamaki. He gave each one of them – Haruhi, Karou, Hikaru, Mori, and Hunny a serious look. They nodded vigorously.

"So, what do we do if the rumors are brought up?" , Karou asked softly.

"We tell them kindly to change the topic and we continue serving. If they don't then you guys can kindly escort them out."

"Tamaki-sempai.. Are the rumors that bad, does he really-.."

"Yes, Haruhi. I wouldn't be surprised if he did something rash today."

"The Third music room door opened and Kyoya walked in. He greeted the group making sure to ignore Tamaki's gaze.

"Hi Kyoya-san!", Honey chimed sweetly. Kyoya seemed to be in a daze as he walked to his chair. He didn't hear anything.

The other Host Club members shared looks with one another, but said nothing. Even Honey frowned.

It would be twenty minutes before they expected their first customer to roll in. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

Kyoya pulled out his laptop and began typing. He stared at the screen before him and pretended not to notice anything.

The others just sat down quietly, talking among themselves so they didn't bother Kyoya. They were concerned for their friend.

But the blonde had momentarily forgotten something to ask Kyoya.

"Kyoya?", Tamaki asked quietly.

Kyoya continued to type, ignoring him. He fidgeted in his seat.

"Kyoya. Could I see your notes from History. Sensei was going so fast and-" He tried to explain

BAM!

Kyoya reached in his bag and slammed the paper down on the table.

Tamaki's eyes widen but he covered it up.

"Thank you. I'll give them back to you shor-!"

"Keep them.", Kyoya screamed. His hands quivering, he typed faster ignoring the looks he was given.

"No. you need them to study from." He said politely. 'Don't do it, Kyoya!' , he thought.

Kyoya rolled his eyes. But nonetheless, continued typing even faster than he had previously.

His heart hurt his chest constricting. He was so close to losing it.

"Now you're concerned.", he muttered bitterly. 'I'm sorry.'

"I'm always concerned about you, Kyoya.", he answered in a heart beat. He looked straight ahead at the boy.


Meanwhile, Haruhi looked at the two shocked. Just last week, Kyoya and Tamaki were acting like there normal selves. What was going on?

The twins eyes widened they kept their mouths shut and continued to watch the two go at it. The Shadow King was losing it.

Hunny talked quietly to Mori, so he could take his mind off of his friends trouble. He felt really bad for Kyoya.


Emotions began to overwhelm the boy. He didn't know what he was saying.

"Fuck you, Tamaki. FUCK YOU!", Kyoya screamed at the top of his lungs. The others' eyes widened. Kyoya was becoming out of control. He got out of his seat but he made no move to get any closer to the other.

"I want to help you. That's all.", Tamaki said gently. His eyes shined with nothing but kindness, which pissed Kyoya off even more. 'Please help me, Tamaki.'

"I don't want your help. I don't need help. Get off my case.", he said coldly. 'No! I want your help..really I do!'

"But you do! You've changed so much Kyoya!" He retorted, he was not backing down. Kyoya needed to open his eyes.

"No I haven't. You just noticed that I stopped giving a damn about everything!"

"And I want to know WHY!", he screamed back. His violet eyes darkened in anger.

"Why? You want to know why? Because I hate you! That's why.", Kyoya shrieked. He was so mad at the world. His pent up anger with himself, his life, and everything else got the best of him.

"Fine. You want to be nasty towards me? Go ahead! I've tried to be nothing but nice to you."

Kyoya snorted.

"I don't even know why I bother. You're so bitter. You'll just end up alone in life, with no one.", Tamaki said out of pure anger.

He instantly regretted it the moment it left his mouth.

The look on Kyoya's face was heartbreaking.

A tear slid down his face as he looked at his 'friend'. A soon as it hit the floor, Kyoya burst out in tears.

Shock, Tamaki walked up to the brunette and put a hand on his shoulder. Kyoya just cried even harder. He didn't want to think about all the horrible things his father, Hagoshi, Tayuki, and Daichi had said to him. All the sneers Eiji had given him drove Kyoya over the edge.

But to hear it come from Tamaki's own mouth? Kyoya sobbed. He wanted to die right on the spot.


Sighing, Haruhi got up and wrote a note on the door that stated that the Host Club was canceled for the day.

Their friend needed them more than the customers would.


Tamaki looked at the others and looked backed at Kyoya. He wrapped an arm around the boys waist and hugged him dearly.

Kyoya became hysterical, so much so, he yanked out of Tamaki's embrace and fell to the floor. Tamaki sat on the floor and wiped some hair out of the boy's face, he was so beautiful. He rubbed soothing circles over the boy's back.

"Please calm down.", Tamaki whispered in the boy's ear, so softly it made the latter shiver. He wrapped an arm around the boys hunched shoulders and laid Kyoya's head on chest. The boy laid in Tamaki's lap clutching his shirt tightly as if something bad was about to happen. He rocked the boy, back and forth. He murmured sweet nothings that he was sure only Kyoya could hear. But his crying did nor cease.

"Kyoya, you have to calm down.", he stated worriedly. He started to hear little gasps come from the boys shaking form.

The quivering boy's gasps were loud enough for the other members to hear.

"Tamaki-sempai?", Tamaki looked up, "I don't think it's working, he's getting even more hysterical…"

"I know.", he said sadly. Kyoya just kept crying. It didn't help that the concealer was wearing away. The bruises we all over him, eyes mouth, nose, neck even his forehead.

Tamaki cursed Yoshio mentally in his head.

"I'll get Kyoya-san some tea! That'll cheer him up!" Honey said, he hoped off the chair and went into the back, Mori went along with him.

"Kyoya, breathe. Just breathe.", Tamaki murmured. The beauty had been crying for an hour straight. His shaking stopped some, but his tears kept flowing, while his sobs died down slowly.

Honey walked to the fallen angel and handed the boy a cup, "Here you go! Tea always makes me feel better.. besides cake!", Honey said comfortingly. Tamaki thanked the smaller boy and thumbed away some tears from the crying boy.

"I knew something was bothering you", he murmured softly. Looking at the Shadow King with such love that it even made Hikaru blush.

"But I didn't know until now. I had some ideas, but I really tried to rule it out." He continued.

Kyoya looked down on the floor. He was embarrassed. More or so embarrassed that he let the Host Cub see him this way.

"It really would be a shame if you cried like this every day.", Taking the cup of tea, he took his other hand and lifted a finger to Kyoya's chin.

"I really hope what I'm saying is just some lie, Kyoya.", he said with all sincerity. Beautiful brown eyes filled with more tears.

"Ssh. Just drink some tea. You'll feel better, I promise.", he smiled. He gently gave Kyoya the tea and watch as the boy drunk it slowly. He rubbed his back up and down, resembling a parent trying to soothe their child whose gold fish just died.

Haruhi walked towards the two, amazed at how Tamaki was able to calm down the other.

"Kyoya-san, are you okay?" , she asked softly. Said-boy looked up her, and nodded.

"That's good, because I'd be really upset if anything happen to you. To any of you." She said the last part to all of them. They all quietly thanked her.

"…Thank you.", Kyoya said. It was almost inaudible but Haruhi heard it. She nodded.

"Kyoya.", Tamaki said softly. "It's going to be alright, I won't let him touch you again." He wiped the tears that feel from Kyoya's bloodshot eyes.

"Him?", Hikaru asked.

"His father.", Tamaki stated. He quietly kissed Kyoya's cheek and hugged him to his chest.


A/N: 0.o

That's probably hands-down the lognest and most angsty/hurt&comfort chapter I've ever written! The best part was that I was listening to this song 'Concrete Angel'- by Martina McBride and it set the mood for this chapter. (I do not own that song. nor, do i make any profit from it, so don't sue!). That is if you replace 'she' with 'he' but it still works nonetheless. As i listened to the lyrics, I just let my mind write it out without me even thinking a single bit. And thats what i came up with.

Anyway, you guys should be really happy that i wrote such a long chapter. I'll update as soon as my fingers stop cramping..OW! But other than that, you look for an update in the near future.

Please review, it'd make me really sad if you don't review :(