Kyouya Tamaki Romance

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Kyouya followed a servant into his bedroom where his luggage was placed in the middle of the floor and the servant was dismissed. Kyouya stared at the luggage dispassionately, not wanting to bother unpacking but not wanting his solitude intruded my several household servants. He'd leave it for later. Sighing with frustration and grief Kyouya threw himself backwards on the bed, arms spread out.

That whole day had been nothing but awkward. There was no other word for it. One of them would start up a conversation and the other would answer with one word or ignore what was said completely. Lunch and dinner had been eaten in the hotel, room service trays on either side of the room. Kyouya would write in his black book and Tamaki would play a game boy or read a book to pass the time. That night Tamaki had gone to bed early. He'd wanted to cry when he saw the pillow barrier he'd placed to keep Kyouya from touching him.

That had been the last straw. He waited until he was sure Tamaki was deeply asleep before packing all of his things. He didn't know when he'd get a plain home and he didn't really care. All he wanted was to leave this country and Tamaki, before he did anymore damage. He was out of the country less than six hours later.

Now, here he was in his room in Japan. Tamaki would be waking up about now. Kyouya wondered how he'd react when he woke up and saw all of his things gone. He hadn't bothered with a note, thinking Tamaki wouldn't care what he had to say. So he'd up and left. He'd have to see about transferring schools. His father would be disappointed and his mother would be indifferent about it. He'd have to put Haruhi in charge of financing the Club. There wasn't anyone else he could trust. Somehow he'd threaten her into it by telling her, her debt would continue to rise if she didn't send him monthly reports on what the clubs financial status.

As much as he wanted to get out of Tamaki's life, he didn't want Tamaki out of his. This would be the only way he could help Tamaki. He'd been with him from the start and as conceited as it sounded, he didn't think the blonde could survive without him.

Kyouya was very close to crying. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Kyouya started to shout for the person to go away before the door was flung wide open. There was no surprise when his sister stood there staring at him with great concern. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it. And before you come into my ro-"

"I knocked!"

"Wait for my reply."

"You would have just told me to go away." Kyouya said nothing because he knew she was right. "Talk to me."

"I messed up. I did something I shouldn't have done. I'm transferring schools."

"Kyouya," she asked sounding very worried, "what did you do?"

"I practically- no I did molest him. God I'm so stupid. No wonder he's scared of me. I ruined everything. He'll never forgive me."

Fuyumi sighed. "That wasn't what I expected to happen."

"Yeah? Me either."

"Don't get angry with me. I admit I may not have given you the best of advice. But I thought surly you'd seduce him into realizing he wants you."

"Well I didn't seduce. He spent the whole time seducing me and he wasn't even aware of it! He pisses me off. Showing off his body, strutting around in tight clothes and short shorts. Then I accepted what I wanted to see as an invitation and it scared him. Badly. Now, it'll never be the same. I'm switching schools," he stated again.

"I don't know if that is necessary." Fuyumi said with concern.

"It is. He's scared of me and I know he'll never be able to look at me the same way again. I really messed it all up. I can't fix this."

"Can't you try?"

"You didn't see his face." Kyouya closed his eyes trying to block the images but that just strengthened the memory.

OOOOOOOO

Kyouya stood in the old music room. He was looking for something important but he didn't know what. It had to be found. Where was it? The doors to the room swung open and Kyouya saw light and rose petals filled the room. Tamaki walked in, he wasn't looking for Tamaki. He needed to stay away from him. No. No, there was something he needed to keep away from Tamaki. Where was it.

He's beautiful, Kyouya thought as Tamaki continued into the room. "I found it."

"What did you find?"

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"I should be sorry. What I did to you-"

Tamaki chuckled. "You didn't do anything to me. I've tortured you for years. It's my fault."

Kyouya felt tears run down his eyes. "I shouldn't have done that. I hurt you."

Tamaki smiled sadly. "I'll want it."

"You will?"

"When you see it again, I'll want it."

"See what again?"

"The thing you're looking for."

"What am I looking for?"

Tamaki chuckled and slowly sank back into the light and rose petals.

OOOOOOOO

Kyouya sat up in bed, the moon and the stars shining brightly through his windows. He couldn't remember half of the dream. It looked like scenes from a shoujo manga. Rolling his eyes he lay back down, closing his eyes. When he finally fell back to sleep he didn't dream and in the morning Kyouya hardly remembered a thing from that night. All he saw was an image of Tamaki made of rose petals.

At school Kyouya did his dead level best to avoid Tamaki and the blonde didn't seem inclined to seek him out. Something that was probably to his advantage.

During Club it wasn't necessary for the two to talk directly and everyone, including the guests noticed Tamaki didn't cling onto Kyouya's arm and Kyouya wasn't watching Tamaki like a hawk. Two things that both boys figured went unnoticed by everyone else. They couldn't know how wrong they were.

Kyouya went about club smiling and earning money by selling special issue magazines and VIP tickets to a play that was being sponsored by the club. Kyouya wondered who they were going to get to play his part after he left.

When club was over. Kyouya hung back so he and Tamaki wouldn't have to leave together. Apparently Tamaki had the same idea. Kyouya began to gather his things when felt Tamaki move in behind him. Kyouya's movements were stiff.

"Is it true?"

Kyouya froze. Unsure what was being discussed he turned around and took a step backward, running his ass into the top of the table. "Is what true?"

Tamaki held up a black book. Kyouya's eyes went wide. "How did you-"

"You left it behind. Did you do it on purpose?"

Kyouya stared at the book. "Where did you find that?"

"It was on the floor next to the bed."

"It was in my bag. I placed it in the front pocket."

"It was on the floor next to the bed," Tamaki repeated. "It's a journal."

Kyouya felt heat rise to his cheeks. "Y-yeah."

Tamaki chuckled. "This whole time we thought you did figures or homework or something official. Is it true? Everything you have written down… is it true?"

Kyouya turned his back to Tamaki. "Yes. All of it." Kyouya was jerked back around and faced an angry Tamaki. Something he didn't see all that often.

"No! Don't you dare pull that act with me. You don't get to act cool and calm and composed after all that's happened between us. I know how you really feel." Tamaki waved the book around. "You don't get to act around me ever again. Not if you love me."

Kyouya glared. "Just give me the damned book back." He reached for it but Tamaki held it behind his back. "Tamaki!"

"Kyouya! This whole time I thought you were just putting up with me. I thought you were just using me because of my family background. Do you know what that did to me? No you don't! Well it tore me up." Kyouya turned his head. "Look at me." Tamaki growled in frustration. "Look at me damn it!"

The brunette couldn't help but look up in shock. He'd never heard Tamaki curse before. "After what you did the least you could do is look me in the eyes. You owe me that much."

"You're right." Kyouya pushed his glasses up further on his face. His heart ached, but he looked his beloved in the eyes and said, "Please. Just let me have it back. I want to take it with me when I leave."

Tamaki stared at Kyouya with confusion. "Leave?"

"It's best. I'm going to transfer schools and stay out of your life. It's what you need."

"Don't decide things for me." Kyouya was shocked.

"You… you want me to stay?"

"I sure as hell don't want you to leave."

"But… after… I thought you wouldn't want to see me anymore."

"Don't decide things on your own."

Kyouya's frustration broke through. "Then what do you want me to do? I made a mistake and I'm trying to fix it! Now you're not letting me. Then I leave you my journal, which was another mistake and an accident."

"The field… was a mistake?"

"Of course it was! I… I… I molested you!"

"It's not molestation if I want it!"