Um.
...
My bad.
The tension was palpable in the air as Tamaki set his belongings down where he normally set them down. Kyoya was standing as far away from Tamaki as physically possible without trying to attract attention. Kyoya wanted to get away from the questions that he knew would come. He wanted to get away from the pitying eyes that Tamaki placed upon him. He wanted to get some of his cold medicine, he wanted to sip on that Nyquil, just so Tamaki could go away satisfied knowing that he, Kyoya, was doing just fine thank you.
"Now." Tamaki crossed his arms and looked at Kyoya. "I need you to tell me what's wrong. What's causing such a change in you, Kyoya?"
"Nothing." Kyoya said, unconvincingly. "Well… not now, Tamaki. Alright?" "When, then?" Tamaki cried. "When will you get help? You're slipping mentally, and I don't want you to get hurt before you get back up!" "Before I get hurt?" Kyoya shrieked, closing the gap in between him and Tamaki rapidly. "You don't know the meaning of hurt!"
"I'd like to!" Tamaki said, his eyes watering. "I want to feel your pain so I can know how to fix it."
"There's nothing you can do." Kyoya said, jerking away from Tamaki as though the heat around the boy were too excruciating to be near.
"Goddammit!" Tamaki kicked over the side table. "I'm fucking trying!" Kyoya whipped around. He had never seen Tamaki so upset. He knew that Tamaki had this obsession with trying to help people, and that he could usually look through the person's mask to find out what really was the issue. Kyoya was sickeningly proud to see that Tamaki couldn't see what the problem really was, only see that there was one.
"I don't need your help." Kyoya muttered, embracing the moment of Tamaki's weakness to fully push him away. He was starting to feel that ache in the back of his heart that longed for the medicines that were stashed in his bathroom cupboard. "Go home, nothing you have tried has worked, and I doubt that this will." He pushed the glasses up his sweaty nose.
"Please," Tamaki begged, walking in closer to Kyoya quickly, while wide-eyed and nervous, Kyoya backed up against the opposite wall. "Please, I just want you to be happy again."
"I'll be happy once you're gone!" Kyoya said forcefully, half-yelling in Tamaki's face. Tamaki's feature's slackened, Kyoya had hit the sweet spot. Tamaki backed away from Kyoya, the truth that was sketched throughout Kyoya's face was terrifyingly strong.
"Really…?" Tamaki said, his voice wavering. Now, Kyoya just needed to deliver the final blow.
"I'd be happier if you got out of my life." Kyoya hissed. All he could think of was how his bathroom seemed to be glowing with happiness and how this place was too negative. Tamaki let through a small gasp, his watery eyes full of hurt.
"Are you… You're…" Tamaki was shaking his head in confusion. "You can't be-"
"GET OUT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" Kyoya bellowed.
"YOU'RE AN IDIOT!" Tamaki sobbed. "All I wanted was for you to be happy, all I wanted was for you to-"
"Are you deaf or something?" Kyoya said, sweating profusely, pulling at his collar. "Get. OUT!"
Tamaki's face turned from one of depths of sadness to one of pure rage. He ran to Kyoya, his teeth barred. Before Kyoya could react, he was on the ground, bleeding from the cheek, his glasses smashed at the intensity of the punch that Tamaki had delivered.
"I don't even know what I was thinking, trusting a bastard like you." Tamaki growled, his eyes soaked.
Kyoya spat out some blood. "If I'm not mistaken, you're the bastard, remember, Suou?" Kyoya chuckled.
Tamaki clenched his fists, one of them covered in blood, and he turned on heel and left. Once the door slammed, Kyoya struggled his way to the bathroom, his head spinning from the punch. He stood up and grabbed his children, his Elixir of Life, and downed the rest of both. He grabbed the mouthwash and sipped at that too. He had read about the high level of alcohol in mouthwash, and he wanted nothing more than to get drunk and forget what he had just said and done.
"Would you look at that," He slurred, on the brink of sleep and drunk after two gulps. "I'm losing myself to household liquids."
Just outside the Ootori mansion, Tamaki clutched his cell phone as though it were his only remaining lifeline.
"And he said terrible things, je ne peux pas respirer, it hurts, I hurt so badly-" Tamaki was sobbing openly, letting all of his emotions out, hoping that some of it registered in Haruhi's end. He didn't realize that he was so upset that he was merging his French and his Japanese. "He's not himself, he's going to bruler en enfer pour ce qu'il m'a dit! But non, I don't want that- Oh, Haruhi!" Tamaki bawled, bending over to fall on his knees. His chest was hurting, his breath was gone… he was gone… what was he still doing here anyway?
"Calm down, Tamaki-senpai…" Haruhi. That was why he was still here. Because Haruhi was still here. "Why don't you come over to my house and have a cup of tea?" He was shocked, Haruhi was inviting him over to her house.
"Wh-what?" Tamaki hiccupped. He had this irrational notion that every person he would encounter would become bitter and evil towards him. Haruhi had proved the exact opposite.
"Unless you don't want to." Haruhi said simply. "You sound really upset, and I can't understand a thing that you just said, most of it was in French."
"Yes…" Tamaki whispered, still shuddering. "I'd love to come over."
"And senpai?"
"Hm?" Tamaki said, his head down in between his knees.
"Don't give up hope, okay?" Haruhi said it in such a caring voice, Tamaki broke down in tears again. But these were tears of a happier variety.
"Thank you, Haruhi." Tamaki whispered gently.
Don't say anything.
I know it already.
I was so caught up in Last Chance that I couldn't get into this plotline again. Shame on me. TT_TT
Direct any complaints you have here. :(
