A/N: No! This story has not been discontinued, I've just been lazy. Im not too happy with how this story's progressed but i guess its okay. My dearest apologies to all my lovely followers; you're support makes me smile every day or at least when I get another fav/alert/review. Thank you so much for all you're reviews! Golden Horizon still has some way to go. I'm thinking possibly 40 chapters, realistically speaking. I'm trying to update much more often so review review and review!

This is only part 1 the next part should be in by next monday!

Before you read: A lot of the reviews I received where questions about the significance of time. These times foreshadow and help me remember how these events will shape the story. Also, these times are important for Kyoya's sake. Ahhh, I hope you understand a bit better now (probably not and im sorry) . Feel free to private message me any questions or concerns you have about this story.

Tamaki/Kyoya progression : With everything, it takes time. You will be satisfied.

Polls: Please vote! Poll will close once story has been completed but still vote please! c:

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, past self-mutilation, self-esteem issues, disturbing imagery, and crying tamakyo. Honestly, if you've come this far, you will be okay (just kidding, you won't. you'll hate me so much).

Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC.

Golden Horizon

When Kyoya awoke next he didn't expect to see a person sitting in one of the lounge chairs in the corner of the quiet room. He also didn't expect to see Tamaki in one of the chairs reading a book of all things. His violet eyes stared intensely into the page, as if absorbing the page itself for everything it was worth. Tamaki did everything with fierce ambition, he wanted those violet eyes to study him with passion. He still couldn't believe he put his head on Tamaki's lap, what would his father say? What would Tamaki's father say? Tamaki must have thought the boy was desperate and easy. He bit his lip in thought, he would be living with the blonde now, but how would his father take this?

He wouldn't react well as far as Kyoya knew. He felt just the slightest bit guilty for worrying his father, if he was still capable of causing such an emotion out of his dad.

Kyoya was making himself miserable for caring for those who simply didn't care for him. If at all, Yoshio couldn't care in the slightest what Kyoya was doing and who he was with. Eiji, however, may be a different story as Tamaki did challenge the older boy's masculinity and Eiji wasn't good with competition.

He wouldn't put it past Eiji to leave things as they were, it simply wasn't Eiji's style. After all, Eiji did have connections to the yakuza and what if they planned a "hit" on Tamaki? Kyoya knows that all this worrying is just what it is; worrying. Nothing was going to happen and no one was going to die. But Kyoya couldn't bear it if something did happen to Tamaki knowing that he caused it in some way.

He wouldn't feel the same ever again. Tears welled up in his eyes but he pushed them aside, he was tired of crying. He cried endlessly day and night and to be quite honest he didn't know how much tears he could cry until his tear ducts had dried completely.

He moved a bit and Tamaki broke his concentration and looked at the boy.

"You're awake! How do you feel?" The blonde smiled and Kyoya felt his heart flutter slightly.

"I-I'm feeling better." His throat felt sore , his head was throbbing and he couldn't feel part of his face but he ignored it. After all, the least he could do was lie and make it seem like he was okay instead of bothering Tamaki. He was already such a burden, how could he be even more troublesome?

"I'm glad." Tamaki had stood up and walked over to Kyoya's bed and quietly sat down on the edge. "Kyoya, I wanted to ask you something yesterday but," he blushed lightly "We got a little caught up."

Kyoya's eyes widened slightly other than that there was no indication he was paying attention.

"Kyoya", Tamaki's fingertips gently grasped Kyoya's chin and turned it to him. His skin was so warm, this worried Tamaki.

"When was the last time you've seen a doctor?" He asked slowly almost afraid of the response.

He knew it wouldn't be good but he still had to ask, Kyoya's health was most important.

"A few years ago..Father didn't like others to see my body."

"Where they because of the bruises?"

"Yes."

Tamaki gently stroked the boy's gaunt cheek with back of his fingers. His chest tightened when his fingers graced over a blue bruise. Kyoya's skin was still so soft but very warm to the touch.

"Kyoya, would it be too much to ask if I could take your temperature?" The boy's body trembled only slightly, but he nodded.

Tamaki rushed to the adjourned bathroom and opened the cabinet, he took the thermometer out and breathed. It was odd being the one officially in charge now between the two of them. He didn't like seeing someone he loved so dearly damaged.

Tamaki retrieved the device and instructed Kyoya to open his mouth, he then placed said thermometer under the boys tongue.

Kyoya looked down the entire time which of course did not go unnoticed, pretty much everything he does Tamaki is watching whether its because of pure worry or infatuation he's not sure yet.

Both boys patiently waited for the beep from the thermometer. Tamaki carefully took out the device and checked its results. He had a feeling it would be high.

It was 38.3 Degrees Celcious.

Tamaki brows knitted in concern. "Kyoya you have a fever! Are you- do you feel sick at all besides the pain?"

Kyoya shook his head and bit his abused bottom lip.

Tamaki sat down on the bed next to Kyoya and sighed.

"Kyoya."

He took a deep breath. Kyoya's stomach sank further- was Tamaki tired of him? Disgusted with him?

"How do you feel if we got a doctor to examine you? I just want to make sure that you don't have any internal bleeding or some kind of infection that wasn't spotted right away."

Kyoya replied softly, "That would be fine." He could feel his heart in his throat. He didn't like doctors and how did he know the doctor would be an employee of Yoshio? at the thought of his father Kyoya's eyes burned.

Tamaki smiled slowly and rubbed his fingers across Kyoya's knuckles, they were slightly red.

The blonde looked up at Kyoya. His heart shattered even more at the sight of Kyoya's tear glazed eyes. He wanted to hug and kiss the boy but he couldn't because he most likely already crossed the boundaries even more.

And not to mention make things even more awkward.

The boy had been sexually abused and most likely raped on a daily basis and all he could think about was touching Kyoya even more?

God, he is sick.

His stomach lurched and he swallowed the bile that crept stealthy up his throat. He was disgusted with himself and Yoshio.

Wow so um this took a lot of willpower. Remember to review.