Luckily for Kyouya his ribs were only badly bruised and not broken, he had discovered after his bath. His family worked in medicine. It wasn't hard to find a book that could tell him how to check. He had pushed his own thoughts away and tried to keep his mind either blank or concentrate on stupid things (The carpet is white, the couch is white, my name is Kyouya and my hair is black).He had gone to bed soon after his bath and fell asleep in exhaustion. His dreams were not to kind however. His dreams twisting into nightmares. Kyouya woke up hardly refreshed.
He dressed slowly into his uniform and went downstairs to eat some breakfast. None of this family was to be seen. Several maids and butlers greeted him. Finishing breakfast, Kyouya finished getting ready for school and went out and got into the limo. The driver knew automatically where to go and quickly went.
School went by painfully slowly for Kyouya. He could hardly concentrate on his work with Tamaki turning around every few seconds to look at him with a funny expression on his face. Finally, the teacher after the sixth time of telling Tamaki to concentrate on his work; moved Tamaki across the room from Kyouya.
Kyouya, at lunch ducked away from Tamaki as soon as he could and wandered around the school's gardens before finally barely making back to his class before the bell rang. Kyouya knew he wouldn't be able to avoid Tamaki after school because of club activities. Kyouya himself had said they would be doing regular club activities today. Kyouya sighed. His ribs still hurt about the same as they had yesterday.
Everyone else had already assembled when Kyouya entered the club room. The rest of the members were sitting around, talking to one another, in a small group, most obviously plotting something. No girls had arrived, the sign not yet changed from the 'closed' to the 'open' side. The soft noise of the room abruptly stopped as Kyouya walked in. Everyone turned to look at him. Tamaki walked towards him, and then past him, flipping the sign over.
Tamaki walked back towards a turned around Kyouya. "Princesses' with start arriving soon," the tall blonde said with a smile. Tamaki walked over to a table and sat there and waited.
Club activities continued as normal. Well as normal as they ever can be in the Ouran High School Host Club. With Huni eating sweats with his usual happiness, a stoic Mori sitting next to him and Tamaki being as flattering as ever with the ladies that designated him. A few hours later, the club closed. Kyouya for the most part had received most of the ladies on a couch, so that need only move as little as possible. So, a few hours later the Host Club closed.
"Kyouya," said Tamaki. "Are you okay?" asked Tamaki, sticking to a plot he had reluctantly agreed to.
"Of course I'm okay," Kyouya easily lied, hiding his surprise at not being called 'Mommy' and the questions itself being from Tamaki.
"You know the Host Club is here for you if anything ever, ever goes wrong, right?" Tamaki questioned, taking a few steps closer to Kyouya, looking at the ground. Kyouya stared above Tamaki's blonde hair. Looking at the door that lead to the Black Magic Club.
"Yes, I know," Kyouya responded confused. "What's… what's going on here?"
"Huni-senpai pointed out yesterday," said Kaoru. "That you weren't your usual self," finished Hikaru.
"Nothing is wrong…."
"That's what Tama-chan said," Huni said, from where he stood next to Mori.
"Don't worry about me," said Kyouya. "I'm fine. And I don't know where any of you are getting these ideas, but they are all wrong." Kyouya carefully kept any emotion tht would give him away out of his voice.
Tamaki looked up, nodded in that dramatic way of his and said, "Now, then, for tomorrow we shall be having a winter setting. I'm having some snow imported from the mountains. So everyone be prepared for tomorrow!"
Kyouya sighed. He was going to have his hands full tonight trying to fill in the gaps of Tamaki's plan. He'd need to be careful since his father and brothers would actually be home tonight.
"I'll get to make snow angels," said Huni gleefully, not wanting to think about the whole Kyouya situation anymore. "Haru-chan you'll make a snowman with me right? Right?"
"Sure Huni-senpai," said Haruhi, carefully watching Kyouya, a concerned look on her face as Kyouya walked out of the room.
As Kyouya slipped out of the room, Haruhi's confused, yet concerned face struck a cord in his heart. The blank emotion on his face failed to change but that didn't mean Kyouya didn't feel anything on the inside.
Kyouya got into the limo that had pulled up in front of the school and made his way home. It was starting to get towards the later side of the evening. Kyouya gently tapped his fingers on his right thigh. 'I am a human. Humans worry. Thus, by the Transitive Property of Equality, I worry,' Kyouya rationalized his feelings. He was worrying about what his father would say when he walked in the door, this late in the evening.
The limousine pulled in front of the Ootori mansion and Kyouya stepped out of the limo as a butler opened the door. "Your father wished for you to report to his study," said the butler with a slight bow. The servants had seen, rather they heard the yelling and racket of the fights between Kyouya and his father and the way Kyouya was treated at meals and such and applied it to themselves as well. Kyouya was no longer considered a 'young master' to them.
Kyouya nodded to the butler and said, "Thank you." Kyouya hurried into the house and to his room to drop his bag off. His left side grazed the door frame into his room and he grabbed his side as pain shot through his left side. Kyouya gritted his teeth and fought the pain as he headed to his father's office. He worried for his fate.
A/N: Ah, what a cruel cliff hanger. Sorry about that guys. I just want the study scene to be good and if I write it right now it will be very sloppy, just like the last few paragraphs of this. I can't write about these kinds of things easily with my family drifting around me as they are… So yeah, please review.
Oh, and the Transitive Property of Equality (or Congruence, whichever you prefer) states If AB, and BC, then AC.