Hey all, chapter 9 is here!

These characters belong to Bisco Hatori.

Sorry for the long wait for the last chapter. I wrote this one quickly to make up for it.

Chapter 9: Who Knows?

Hikaru sat there with his jaw hanging open. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Someone posted pictures on the Ouran Highschool website of Tamaki and Kyoya. In the pictures, they were holding hands, laughing and smiling with each other. There was even a picture of them hugging!

"Jesus Christ..." He said quietly.

Everyone in the room was whispering about it. There was a quiet buzz filling the room. In the back of the room, some of the girls were crying. Others were cursing Kyoya's name. Some of the guys were calling them names, even some of them looked annoyed.

"Whoa, can you believe this?" Whispered one of the girls.

"I can't! Why would Tamaki do this to us!?" Cried one of the other girls.

Kaoru walked into the room and sat next to his twin. He glanced at the laptop and sighed. "They're probably fake. Why are so many people freakin' out?" He asked his twin.

"I dunno, Kaoru." Hikaru shrugged. "They look real to me."

"Yeah, but, come on! We have things like Photoshop, it's not like nobody knows about it." Kaoru shook his head. "Some people choose to believe in the stupidest things."

"Maybe...Though it's none of our business who Souh's dating." Hikaru sighed. "Though I guess it's a big deal since it's that Ootori guy."

It's a big deal to me. Kaoru thought. If Kyoya is dating Tamaki, I don't have a chance in hell with him! The twins looked up when Haruhi sat down beside them.

She barely looked at the screen. "You guys heard the news as well?" When the both nodded, she sighed. "I've been hearing about it all effing morning. Renge keeps asking me if Tamaki would think it's creepy that she wants pictures of them together." She shook her head. "The hell I'd know!"

The twins laughed. "I always told you that girl was nuts!" Said Hikaru.

"Ya know, for once in your life, Hikaru, I believe you." She mumbled under breath, which made the twins laughed even more.

"Alright, class. Settle down!" The teacher clapped his hands togather. "In your seats!"

Everyone sat down in their seats, and class begain. But the was really only one thing on all their minds; Tamaki, why?

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"Dammit! Dammit! DAMMIT IT ALL!" Kyoya roared. He'd saw the pictures when he went on his laptop this morning. There was posts all over the website.

lappy_bunny wrote: i dont beleave it! i love u tamaki!

The King of Life wrote: What the sh*t is this?! didn't know tamaki was a f**

Crazygirl-fangirl wrote: Guys, leave them alone! Who cares about it?

The Trick God wrote: All of you shut up! You don't know the facts, so don't talk about them!

jack of all trades674 wrote: ouran is a gay school dont come here if youre straight

"Maybe if some of you could actually write!" Kyoya punched the wall in anger. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled. He punched the wall until his fist started to bleed. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he fell to the floor.

He looked up at the ceiling. Why? Why can't I just be happy? His tears trailed down his face, and dripped onto the floor. The blood from his hand was running down his fingers and was staining the floor, but Kyoya didn't care.

Kyoya pulled off his glasses and put them on the floor beside him. He put his face in his knees and started to cry more. Everytime something good happened to him, something had to mess it up.

He jumped when he heard the door open. He looked up and saw Tamaki standing there. Kyoya quickly buried his face again. "Is there something you need, Tamaki?" He asked, trying to keep his voice sounding calm.

Tamaki sat down beside him. "I'm guessing you saw the pictures." When Kyoya didn't anwser him, he just kept talking. "Yeah, I saw them as well. Honey-senpai told a couple of students off, with Mori-senpai there of course. You know," he said, looking at Kyoya, "it's not that bad. In a few weeks, they'll find someone else to pick on."

"Tamaki! You don't get it!" Kyoya looked up, his eyes red and puffy. "Everytime I get something nice or something good happens to me, something like this happens! For some reason, the world doesn't want me to be happy!"

The blonde looked at him. "I want you to be happy..." Tamaki whispered. He put his hand over Kyoya's bloodly knuckle.

Kyoya looked at Tamaki for a minute, then looked at his hand. For some reason, he couldn't look the blonde teen in the eye.

"Kyoya, from the time you got here, 'til now, I thought you were good looking. People can't choose who they fall in love with." Tamaki smiled. "And I've loved you since you came Ouran."

"Damn, seems like you're even smarter than you look..." Kyoya shook his head. "It seems like you knew the right things to say..."

Tamaki laughed. "Well, I was the smartest until you got here, Kyoya." And then, he bent over and kissed Kyoya on the lips. "Now, what do you say we get that hand looked at?" He whispered into the glasses-wearing teen's ear.

"I think that's probably for the best." Kyoya stood up. He pulled Tamaki up from off the floor. And together, they left to go see the school nurse.

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Yoshio Ootori sat in his office, the vein in his temple throbbing. Akito had showed him the pictures this morning. How dare he?! My own son, dating another man... how disgusting. Does the little brat not understand he's going to ruin the Ootori name?! Well, maybe I should pay my youngest son another visit.

A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts. "Come in." He said firmly.

Akito walked into the room. "Hello, Father. How are you?" He asked, his voice slick.

"I could be better." Yoshio turned his chair so it faced the window. "Is there something you would like, Akito?"

"Yes, Father. I was wondering if I could go talk to Kyoya?" He asked.

"Why would you want to do something like that?" Yoshio stroked his beard. "Well?"

Akito sat down and crossed his legs. "I was thinking I could go talk to Kyoya about those..." He grimced. "...Photos. Then you wouldn't have to leave the office, Father." He said in a silky tone.

"Hmm... I guess that would be better. I wouldn't want that damn old man Souh sticking his nose in my buisness." The elder Ootori turned his chair slightly, enough to see his son. "Alright, but make sure you tell Kyoya I saw the photos."

The son nodded and smiled. "Of course, Father." He stood up. "I'll take my leave now." Yoshio waved his hand, shooing his second son out of the room.

Akito closed the door behind him. A evil, sly smirk spread across his face. "Well, guess I going to go visit little Kyoya..."

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"Who would have done something like this, Takashi?" Mitsukuni asked. "I mean, really. It's not like Kyo-chan has been here long enough to actually piss someone off!"

Takashi nodded. "True."

Mitsukuni sighed. "A man of very little words, aren't you?" Takashi nodded, causing the younger boy to laugh.

Takashi glanced over. "Isn't that Tamaki?" He said, pointing at the blonde teen walking by.

"Yup. I should go say hi!" Mitsukuni jumped up, only to be grabbed by Takashi. "Hey, let me go, Takashiiiiiiii!" Takashi only shook his head and pointed again.

Kyoya was walking beside Tamaki. One of his hands were bandaged up, while the other was in Tamaki's. The big brown eyes widened. "I didn't know they were actaully dating! Now I kinda feel bad beating all those guys up..."

The black-haired teen nodded slightly. "We should...head back to your room. I have a feeling that your wall doesn't look like what it did last time..." He mumbled.

"For some reason, I think you're right." Mitsukuni frowned. "But ya know what's weird? Even though they're happy, I have a real bad feeling. Like something bad's gonna happen..."

"Something bad..." Takashi repeated. "Maybe you're right."

Mitsukuni sighed again. "Oh well, we can't stop a feeling, can we? So let's go see what Kyo-chan did to my wall, and what picture will be big enough to cover it."

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All done!