Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC!

A/N: Oh lookie! A new chapter! YAY! Looks like my severe boredom paid off! I hope you like the chapter, i put my heart into it. Thanks to my wonderful beta Of Kings and Queens [she beta this for me!].

Warnings: Dark!Tamaki, that's all you need to know..

word-Yoshio's dream

word...- time change!

Golden Horizon

The boy remained unconscious on the way home. Yoshio had cruelly decided that Kyoya would lie on the floor during the whole duration of the ride. He couldn't help but run a finger down the partially clothed boy he had come to call a slut. This was something he did not want to ruin. The pale skin, soft pink lips, and those beautiful eyes. He could not lose this. He'd be damned if Souh Tamaki ever looked at the whore again.

Yoshio smiled at the words carved on the boy's skin. It was the perfect reminder. Kyoya couldn't possibly get anyone to pay attention to him now. He didn't have to worry anymore, not that he did. No longer did Yoshio have to check the boy's cell phone and email to see if that boy's name came up. If he had his way, he'd kill Souh for taking Kyoya away from him. Kyoya was his and his alone. A whore and nothing more. The way that dirty bitch's eyes twinkled when he talked of the dumb brat. Clenching his fist, he punched the boy on the infected skin around his eye. That'll show him.

Whether Kyoya would get it or not, he was Yoshio's sex toy and nothing more. The only possible comment he could think of after his wife gave birth to Kyoya was 'failed abortion'. He literally had failure written on his forehead as a newborn, or so he thought.

His other children were perfect. They were good kids and certainly didn't need to be surrounded by an infectious creature like Kyoya. In fact, his good children didn't need to be in contact with that disgusting piece of trash at all. He could sever all connections between the whore and his offspring. The only one he had to worry about was Fuyumi. His only daughter seemed to be really attracted to the boy. She was crazy enough to hug the boy. She was foolish enough to call him, as if he was someone important. Ha! The whore could never be important. He wasn't even gorgeous, well not anymore. There were too many marks on his body to be considered sexy.

No one would want to marry him.

No one would want him.

No one but Yoshio himself.

The boy stirred when he was dumped into Yoshio's bedroom.
"Wake up." Yoshio's cold voice shook the room. The gentle creature slowly opened his eyes as if afraid of a punch or kick. He looked at his father, shoulders shaking. He was still obviously scared.

"You will not be going to school tomorrow or following day after that, due to your constant recklessness. I will not be here for the remainder of your second term at Ouran. But don't worry, Eiji will gladly take my place." he stated. His cold brown eyes looked down at the boy who was on the floor. You could literally see the hatred spewing out of his eyes.
Kyoya just stared on knowing all too well that he shouldn't say a word.

"With that being said, you will not disobey him. If I get so much as one phone call that you have, there will be severe consequences." Yoshio continued. "You will do everything that he tells you to do. You will be allowed food for the duration of his stay but if I catch that you've done something wrong, it will be taken away. Are we clear?"

Kyoya whispered, "Yes, sir."

"Now get out of my sight." Yoshio turned his back to the boy and walked out the room.

Kyoya whimpered. His arms shaking by the overwhelming weakness his body had succumbed to. After five or so tries he managed to stand on shaky legs and walk to his room. It was one of the longest walks of his life not to mention hardest.

Just nearing the corner of his quarters, Kyoya's legs gave out. He ignored the pain that shot up his spine and crawled on his arms.
He ignored his father's laughing. Right now, he was exhausted and he could care less about how he looked at the moment.
It felt like forever when he finally got up. He had crawl all the way to his room.

He had no energy left.

No willpower.

Just sore arms and limp legs.

That's all he was. A run-down body.

Kyoya fell asleep shortly after climbing into bed. He didn't want to wake up after that.

Later on…

Tamaki walked to the steps of the mansion and knocked on the door. Right on cue, a maid opened the door and greeted him. She turned her body so she wasn't in the way and let him in.

He smiled and walked in. She closed the door and asked if he wanted anything. He turned it down politely. He took the black bag from his shoulder and grasped it in his hands.

Right on cue, the maid returned and led him to Yoshio's office. She bowed her head politely and walked out the room leaving Tamaki and the rapist.

Yoshio looked up from his paperwork and at his arch-enemy. Time to play nice.

"Souh Tamaki is it?"

"Yes."

"So tell me Souh Tamaki why you came to my house uninvited.

"With all due respect sir, that is none of your business." Tamaki lowered his voice. He could feel his blood rising… It took him all his strength not to stab the man.

"And why not?"

"Because, it's not your business. But you are part of the reason."

"Am I now?" Yoshio was one step closer to getting his dick cut off.

"Yeah. Tell me why Kyoya wasn't in school today, if it's not too much to ask." Tamaki demanded. His grip on the black bag tightened.

Yoshio snorted. And lower his gaze to the black bag. "What the hell are you going to do?"

Tamaki laughed darkly. "You'll see. Now I suggest you tell me."

Yoshio pressed the button under his desk. The secret police would be there in two seconds flat.

"They're not going save you Yoshio." Tamaki advanced to the older man. He sat the bag on the chair.

Yoshio's eye twitched. What the hell was this kid doing?

"You see, I know your past. I know you. I can destroy you, would you like that?" Tamaki's eyes glowed a dark purple almost black. His blonde hair seemed to darken.

The older man got a hold of himself. Tamaki's face and his were a mere three inches apart. He reached out and punched the boy.

As swift as ever, Tamaki caught the punch. "Don't even think about it."

"You're just a stupid lovechild. A child not even your grandmother wants." That was a low blow but if anything it only made Tamaki laugh.

"You have no room to talk, you bastard. Look at your own family." Tamaki backed up a little and went around the desk.

The atmosphere of the room darkened.

"I should kill you right now."

"Likewise."

Tamaki sat back down in the cozy chair in front of Yoshio.

He reached over to his black bag and pulled out the book.

Yoshio's eyes widened at this. What was he doing?

The king reached over to the disgruntled man's desk and took a pen. He crossed his legs and began writing in the book.

"What the hell are you writing?" Yoshio's curiosity got the best of him.

Tamaki's brow furrowed but he kept quiet. When he was done he looked up and threw the pen at Yoshio's head.

If he didn't duck the pen would have stabbed him in the head. Yoshio looked behind him to see the ballpoint pen perfectly stuck in the wall.

"Are you fucking crazy? Get the hell out of my home."

"No thanks." Tamaki got up from the chair and walked around the office pretending to be interested at the business papers. He picked up a picture, and smiled. His love looked so cute.

Turning on his heel he faced the shocked businessman. His grip tightened around the framed photo.

"This is why I'm here. Do you know who this is?" Tamaki's slim fingers pointed to the small boy on the right.

No answer was received.

"ANSWER ME DAMMIT!" Tamaki rage got the best of him. His hands shook. The framed photo dropped on the desk.

It was a picture.

A picture of the Ootori family. Yoshio, his wife, his children, and that dumb brat.

"A whore." Yoshio stated. The blonde was certainly no one to fuck with but that didn't mean he wasn't a person to BE fucked with either.

A swift punch to the f ace. That's all it took.

Yoshio head hit the hard wall, he growled.

"You disgraceful piece of shit."

"You perverted mother-fucker." Tamaki's voice deepened. He grabbed an object from the bag. It looked like a knife.

With the punch to the head Yoshio was a bit vulnerable.

His age had caught up with him.

Tamaki knocked over the desk and walked to the man's side. Lowering the knife so that the blade was just above his ear Tamaki whispered.

"You hurt him and now I should hurt you. If you ever think you can put your hands on him again. I will kill you."

He grabbed Yoshio's hair and slammed it on the wall. Yoshio groaned.

"You little fucker." Yoshio growled out. But it wasn't like he could do anything. The world was beginning to spin a little faster for him.

Tamaki smiled. "Tell me what the hell you did to him," his grip tightened on the man's hair. His voice certainly didn't match the innocent smile.

Yoshio almost couldn't believe it turned him on.

"I did nothing. He is a whore. Nothing else." He stated. One swift blow to the wall, Yoshio passed out.

The old businessman woke up startled. To his surprise he was hardened. What the hell just happened? He reached out and touched his head. Nothing. He looked around again. Nothing. He was in his bedroom.

Was it a dream?

That dumb whore! He did this! How dare he? This was all Kyoya's fault.
Yoshio was scared. He was shaking. He lay in his bed and took his glasses. Growling, he walked to the boy's quarters.

This bitch was in for it now.

He stopped himself. He had an even better idea, it had just hit him. He smirked evilly.
Instead, Souh was going to pay for that. Even if it was a dream. He was going to pay for that.

How he was going to pay.

Meanwhile…

Kyoya's head worshipped the porcelain toilet. He had tried to take a shower but was unable to. It was late, he was still so sleepy. The memories made him rush to the bathroom. He continued to dry heave the night away, Tears mixed with sweat making it even harder for his body to stay hydrated. He wanted to pass out right there. But found the smell to horrible to even breathe in. This all caused him to dry heave more, his empty stomach churned, it was beginning to eat itself. His body was shutting down, no; it was well in the middle of shutting down. His eyes were losing its color. They were beginning to turn black.

Life was ending for him.

Sometime in the evening…

Tamaki rubbed his eyes forcing himself to not cry. He had to be strong for Kyoya. He was probably the only one defending the poor thing.

He tried not to cry as he skimmed the last pages of the history book.

He loved Kyoya, with all his heart.

He wanted Kyoya.

He wanted to hold him.

To kiss him.

To make love to him.

To comfort him.

To be there for him.

To protect him.

To marry him...

Tamaki sighed to himself. Kyoya wasn't in school today. It worried him if not scared him. Tears brimmed his eyes the whole day. He had managed to shake it off when he was at the Club.

He just missed Kyoya. So much. He missed the old Kyoya. He missed the way he would make clever comments and the way he'd scream at him for being an idiot. He missed his voice…

It was weird though, he was upset like they actually were a couple. Like the way a husband would be if his wife didn't come home last night after a night out with friends.

He sighed. He did this to himself and he had to live with it.

It was his fault. And he couldn't even bring himself to admit it.

How 'heroic' of him.

A/N: You see that button? Be a good reader and press and write something really nice! If you don't...well...then lets just say there's going to be one less Kyoya Ootori in that family! [insert evil laugh here]