A bit of a dramatic chapter this time

Enjoy anyway.


Tamaki eventually stopped rubbing against Kyouya, the only problem now was that he was really hot, and he hadn't had much to drink that morning, so it was taking its toll on him. He had moved to the other side of the wardrobe, taken his shirt off, and was currently trying to fall asleep, hoping that the twins would show up soon, it had already been over an hour since him and Kyouya had decided they would be an official couple.

The cooler had broke, and having two bodies in such a closed space was really getting to Tamaki.

It was just as well he wasn't claustrophobic.

Rubbing his forehead, Tamaki groaned "Kyou" He muttered shakily "Are you absolutely sure you don't have your phone on you? I'm seriously dying here"

Looking up and opening his eyes when his name was mentioned, the now topless Kyouya blinked. His phone? "I'm positive, I didn't take it with me to breakfast, and when I came back here, I only had time to sit at my desk and look at some sums before I got thrown in here with you," he murmured remorsefully, wiping some sweat from his brow.

The room had gotten too hot.

Outside was surely forty five degrees Celsius, and he hadn't the mind to try and convert that to Fahrenheit, but it was cooking outside.

Their room was sunny, and all closed off, making it even hotter, and they were inside a tiny closet which seemed to be filling with carbon dioxide, so it was safe to say the temperature inside where they were was unreasonably high.

So Tamaki's complaints did have ground, but he was sure they could last another hour fine. He himself was just sweating a little, still breathing fine.

When oxygen begins to run low, he would set into panic mode.

But he was already thinking of ways to either attract attention or get out safely. "Try and hold on for a bit longer, I'm sure the twins will come back soon, I'm trying to think of a safe way out for us..."

Unfortunately, due to the heat, Kyouya was drawing short straws and blanks on safe ways to get them out without either hurting themselves accidentally or getting them into worse situations...

Feeling dizzy, Tamaki let out a soft grunt, his hand rising to cover his eyes. "Kyou... I... I really don't think I can" he sighed, shaking slightly

"I'm.. not very good... with heat"

Which he wasn't, his breath was coming out in short gasps, and he felt like he would pass out any minute now. His eyes were coming in and out of focus, and it really hurt his heart to be in this kind of heat.

"Ah" He whimpered, trying his hardest not to cry, it would just give him a headache and make him feel worse.

Meanwhile, Haruhi was beginning to get worried about Tamaki and Kyouya, they had been gone for a while...

Kyouya's eyes widened in horror, his heart stopping for moments. How could he forget?

Shit...

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

No! He'd miscalculated this! How?

He was so focused on trying to figure ways out that he'd forgotten he needed to do it faster because of Tamaki's frail body with heat.

Shit!

Everything was clicking in his brain, all the clues, he'd even researched and found this out, but he'd completely let it slip his mind.

Horror had sunk deep into his veins and his heart was racing, and he had to use all he could to keep calm to reassure Tamaki. He couldn't let the blonde get worse.

Shifting forward, Kyouya gently, lifted Tamaki's chin up, resting their foreheads together.

"Tamaki, can you hear me breathing?" he asked softly, taking in deep slow breaths in and out, "copy my breathing, okay? Relax and calm down," he murmured gently before moving, breathing by the others ear and neck so the stressed blonde wasn't breathing in more carbon dioxide than they had to.

"Copy my breathing. I'm thinking of a way to get out, just relax and focus on breathing, stay still and don't stress too much," he murmured, reaching down and undoing Tamaki's belt, slipping it off quickly.

"Get your pants off, it should help you cool down a bit," he murmured, for once not thinking anything sexually, but Tamaki's well being and a swift way out, his sharp mind whirring at ridiculous speeds to get them out.

Faintly hearing Kyouya, Tamaki concentrated on calming down his breathing, pushing his pants down as much as he could before shifting his hips to get them off, pressing his face the cool wood of the wardrobe.

If someone didn't find them soon, Tamaki wouldn't be surprised if he actually died from heat stroke, he kept licking his lips, sighing every now and then, he wanted to hold Kyouya's hand, but it was far too hot for that, damn the twins, maybe Kyouya could find some way to put them into debt so that they felt bad?

Tamaki couldn't crack a joke, he was too far gone to talk any more

Biting his lip, Kyouya helped the blonde remove his pants, tossing them somewhere behind him (hard being in a cramped space of course) before beginning to try and fan the blonde with his hand. He was struggling, he could feel it. He was sweating quite bad, but he knew Tamaki was worse off right now.

Was he going to lose consciousness?

Yes, soon, he was sure of it.

He had maybe fifteen minutes at maximum before the blonde was unconscious, maybe even less.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Kyouya frowned, gritting his teeth as he tried desperately to think of something.

The keys had been swapped with someone's, and the door was locked, but that was okay.

The twins had dumped the closet key, by the sounds of it, on the table next to his phone, the air conditioning remote and pens, judging by the sound of the noise. He couldn't unlock it from the inside, especially without a key.

His glasses!

Eyes snapping open in realisation, Kyouya shifted backwards towards the lock, taking his glasses off before feeling around for the hole.

This would be difficult, considering his poor sight.

Pushing the end into the hole, he grunted, twisting it a few ways.

Too big.

Okay, his lenses...

Sighing as he forcefully pushed out the glass, breaking it in his hands, the twisted the frame, giving it little bends, some blood dripping from his fingers where he'd accidentally sliced himself as he broke his glasses.

Hurriedly, he pushed the twisted wire into the hole, trying to unlock it.

So long as he could get them outside and turn the air-conditioning on, they'd be fine and could figure out how to unlock their room later.

Tamaki could hear Kyouya moving around, and he cracked open an eye to see Kyouya fiddling with the lock.

Ah, that was good, if he managed to get the lock open Tamaki could get the air-con working and maybe he would be able to breath again.

Panting, Tamaki groaned, trying to urge Kyouya on.

Hearing Tamaki he huffed, shutting his eyes and hit his forehead against the wood, his own breathing starting to become laboured in his panic and desperation to save Tamaki, not to mention the air was now thick so that even he was struggling for oxygen.

His hands were shaking now and he kept missing the locks, wishing his sight wasn't so awful.

He wanted to reassure Tamaki, but that would waste breathing oxygen, and who knows how long it took until either someone found them or the lock was picked.

Blood was making the wire slippery, and he kept dropping it accidentally, the red liquid trickling down his fingers, hand and now wrist from the slices across his fingers and hands from breaking the glasses and groping around for the wire.

With a sharp thud, Tamaki's head hit the side of the wardrobe, his eyes closing as he slipped away into unconsciousness, he breathing was laboured, and he was more than a little scared, his body shaking, he'd never been this bad before.

Stopping his actions, Kyouya turned, seeing the vague outline of Tamaki before cursing, squeezing his eyes shut. He was too late to keep Tamaki conscious, but maybe not to get them out of there safely.

Continuing to pick at the lock, Kyouya growled, hitting at the wardrobe, the blood making the wire slippery.

What was he to do...

What could he do now?

Tamaki was in trouble... he needed to get out now!

Once more he felt around the floor of the cupboard, more glass slicing pale skin open as he groped about for the wire, this time not finding it so easily, heart beating hard as he panted.

He'd lost it, their one chance!

Damn it, where did he throw his glasses, he still had one frame left to work with...