Intangible
An Ouran High School Host Club Fic
Rating - T
Featuring - Kyoya because he's an interesting character
Pairing - Tamaki and Haruhi 'cuz they're just so cute together
Disclaimer - Standard
Author's Notes - Well so far the chapters just keep coming. It's nice to be really, truly inspired and just have the magic flow from my fingers. At any rate, I'm pondering some of the reviews. kag20 said that I needed to write Tamaki as being more bubbly - which is true. Even if he's grown up and is a little more mature, he's still the same, effervescent Tamaki so I'll write him a little more bubbly - in a later chapter though. This chapter required a serious Tamaki. kag20 alo suggested that I write Kyoya more into the relationship even if this is a Tamaruhi pairing. No worries, no worries. That's why this fic is from Kyoya's point of view. It'll happen, just give me some time

To most people waking up at four AM was ungodly, and for Kyoya, the Low Blood Pressure Demon, it was especially bad. However he knew that if he wanted a shot at being named the Ohtori heir, he had to do all in his power. Even if it meant waking up at four in the morning.

Yawning as he rolled out of bed, he shuffled into the bathroom and hit the dimmer so that the light was just enough for him to see. After splashing is face with cold water, he turned the lights on to full and removed his pajama pants and boxer shorts. Stepping into the marble shower, he turned on an icy spray in an attempt to wake up. Once he was certain that he wouldn't fall asleep, he bumped the heat and grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub down his body. As he worked the soap into lather across his chest, he mulled over his visit with Tamaki from the night before.

He had only stayed until nine, which meant that the visit had only lasted an hour. Within that hour, he and Tamaki had decided that the graduation party would be held in two months, just before the actual ceremony. There was little doubt that Haruhi and the Twins had their own plans for the days right up to and just after graduation. Tamaki had suggested that the dinner be held two weeks before, and that they could all meet at Ariel's. Kyoya had agreed that the plan was fine and had nothing to add.

Tamaki then wondered about how to approach Haruhi about a steady relationship. He didn't want to stalk her, but he didn't want to have to go to the grocery store every day to try and bump into her either. Kyoya had no suggestions, so he kept quiet. The fact was that Kyoya wanted a chance with Haruhi, but he knew that to pursue her would possibly damage his friendship with Tamaki repair. At this point, Kyoya needed every friend that he had.

After washing and rinsing his hair, Kyoya stepped out the shower and wrapped himself in a large olive green bath towel. Looking at his blurry reflection in the mirror, he wondered if his glasses made him seem more intense. He had contacts, even if he hardly ever wore them. His oldest brother, Daichi, wore glasses but his second oldest brother, Akito, opted for contacts. Akito, though serious when it came to work, tended to be like Fuyumi in nature, and whenever their father wasn't around was telling jokes and goofing around. Daichi was all business, and the word "play" was not in his vocabulary. Kyoya took after Daichi in that respect, but on a few occasions had been able to relax and have a little fun. Tamaki had taught him how to have fun.

Grabbing his glasses from their place on the counter, he looked at his reflection again. There was nothing unpleasant about him. Host Club patrons had often called him handsome (as did women when he walked down the street), but he knew that his father didn't count looks in the criteria for heir. He looked serious with his glasses, but he couldn't see his reflection clearly enough without them to know if they really changed his character that much. Reaching into the medicine cabinet, Kyoya pulled out his contacts and sighed. Just one day, he told himself. Just for one day he would go through life without his glasses.

Taking his glasses off, he put in his contacts and stared at his reflection. It was like looking at a different person. The glasses gave off an educated, serious air, but without them he looked open and approachable. Shaking his head (and some of the water from his black hair), he wandered back into his bedroom and to the dresser. He pulled out clean cotton boxers and slid them on before making his way to his closet. Removing a lightweight charcoal suit, he picked a winter blue button down shirt and a blue and gray silk tie to go with it. Placing his clothes on his bed, he grabbed an undershirt from his dresser and threw it on before putting on his suit. He was going to be horribly overdressed for class that afternoon, but since he was starting the day in the clinic he had to look professional.

Grabbing his briefcase (which held all of his school work and his work work) he walked out the door at four forty-five and met his chauffer at the main entrance of his apartment complex. The doorman gave him a polite nod as he passed by, which Kyoya returned in kind. Sliding into the car, he grabbed the paper that was waiting on the seat as well as the coffee and cherry turnover.

"To the clinic, Master Kyoya?"

"Yes, Watanabe. Please."

Sipping coffee, nibbling on the turnover, and reading the paper, Kyoya passed the half hour ride to the clinic in silence. When Watanabe opened the door, Kyoya slid out, his garbage in hand, and deposited said garbage in a nearby wastebasket. He then walked into the clinic to hunt down the head night doctor. The clinic was a twenty-four hour emergency care facility, catering to the middle class. As such there were three sets of staff. One staff worked the graveyard, one staff worked the morning and the other staff worked a swing shift. The head doctor was a charming young man of thirty-five with a kindly smile and gentle temperament. The nursing staff adored him because he hardly ever lost his temper or his cool despite working all night.

"Kyoya-sama!"

Kyoya looked up to see the man he had been seeking. Kriyuu Satoru smiled and waved as he approached his boss. He was one of the few staffers that didn't mind answering to a freshman college student. "Kriyuu-san, I trust everything went well last night?"

"Pretty quiet," Satoru admitted. "The most serious case was a young child that had suddenly become quite ill. Turns out his appendix had ruptured. The parents had thought it was just a normal cold."

"So everything is okay?"

"We managed to get him to Kaibara General just in time. The head surgeon called me a few hours ago to tell me that everything went fine." Satoru paused and looked at Kyoya closely. "Kyoya-sama, you're not wearing your glasses."

"I felt like wearing my contacts today."

"I always thought that you had astigmatism and couldn't wear contacts."

"No, I just usually don't. I can't say I'm fond of sticking my finger in my eye."

This made Satoru laugh lightly. "Yeah, I know that feeling," he said, indicating to his own glasses. "My wife loves her contacts and keeps bugging me about getting some of my own. I'm with you, though. I don't like sticking my fingers in my eye."

"How is your wife?"

"She's doing well, though she was considerably busier than I was last night." Satoru's wife, Kanako, was a registered nurse at Kaibara and also worked night shifts.

The pair walked down to the nurse's station where the head nurse had the radio on as she did her paperwork. She smiled up at Kyoya but then quickly returned to her task. In a lull in the conversation, Kyoya heard the radio DJ report a special society bulletin. "Early this morning, Suou Izuku passed away from heart failure. She was eighty-one years old. She is survived by her only son Suou Yuzuru who was briefly married to …." The DJ continued on summing up Izuku's family life, contributions to society and her list of accomplishments.

Kyoya felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him. Just last night he and Tamaki had been discussing what would happen after his grandmother died. Now it had actually happened just a few short hours after their conversation. Pulling out his cell phone, Kyoya dismissed himself and ran out into the cool early morning air.

The clock on his phone said that it was five-thirty. Quickly punching in Tamaki's phone number, Kyoya hoped that Tamaki was holding together. After a few rings, Tamaki answered with, "What are you doing up so early?"

"Now is not the time," Kyoya answered tightly. "How are you doing?"

Kyoya could picture Tamaki leaning against a window at the hospital where his grandmother had just died, looking out at the city lights. "I'm fine, actually. Father is carrying out his duty, just as she wanted him to and I'm staying out of the way."

"When did you get the call?"

"It was close to midnight. Father called to say that Grandmother was rapidly declining and that I needed to get to the hospital. She hadn't declined so much that she couldn't ask what I was doing there, but I could tell she was hanging by a thread. At just after three she took her last breath."

"You've been up all night?"

"Yeah, I was doing homework when Father called."

"Tamaki, is there anything I can do?"

"Don't worry about it, Kyoya. I'm doing okay for now. However there will be a memorial service at the academy in two days. Please, show up. Mori and Honey said they would be there."

"Of course, Tamaki. Of course."

Cursing softly to himself as he hung up the phone, Kyoya wondered why Tamaki was insisting on being alone. Tamaki was usually the one preaching about how no one was ever alone in their times of crisis, yet now he was doing the exact opposite of what Kyoya expected. Then again, Tamaki wasn't really alone. There was little doubt that Tamaki would miss class that day. Realizing that he'd miss class for the next few days, Kyoya was struck with a brilliant plan.

Punching in the familiar numbers of his security team, Kyoya relayed instructions to them. When asked why they were doing such a strange task, Kyoya merely replied that it was to help out Tamaki. With a quick, "Yes, sir!" his team set about to their tasks. Kyoya knew that he couldn't do anything like he originally planed, so he headed back into the clinic to leave instructions for the rest of the day.

"Kyoya-sama, are you okay?" Satoru regarded his boss curiously.

"I'm fine. I just heard that a friend's grandmother died."

"Old Mrs. Suou?"

"You know her?"

"More like I know of her. She made a contribution to the library of the college I attended. I went to see her speech, but that was about it. I'm surprised that she has a grandchild. I heard that her son and his wife didn't have a child."

"Her son had a mistress," Kyoya said with a sigh. "It's going to all come out now that she's deceased. He has as son that's my age. He drives me crazy sometimes, but he is my best friend."

"Hey, just tell me what I need to do for you today and I'll take care of it. You go be with your friend."

Jotting down the instructions for the day, Kyoya left them in Satoru's capable hands and then headed outside. Calling his chauffer, he waited a few minutes before jumping into the car without waiting for his driver to get out and let him in. Watanabe looked back at Kyoya from the rearview mirror. "Kyoya-sama?"

"Head to the nearest market. I need to pick up a few things for Tamaki."

Character deaths are always an interesting plot device. Besides, I felt that the time had come for the old bat to go. (Oh my gosh, did I just call Tamaki's grandmother an old bat?!)

A few more notes:

Daichi - "Great first son" I felt that this was an appropriate name for Kyoya's older brother. I imagine him as being a very serious person who hardly ever smiles and does nothing but work all day. Even though he's the first son he knows that being named the heir isn't certain so just like Kyoya, he's busting his ass to get the title.

The name Akito actually came from the manga. In volume 8, chapter 33, Fuyumi states that Kyoya is different from "big brother and Akito" and the little note down below the word bubble says that Akito is the second son. Since from what I can find online Akito isn't a title and is a name, I'm assuming that Hatori-sensei actually gave us the name of Kyoya's second oldest brother. Now, I could have let Fruits Basket inspire me and Akito could be dark and angsty, but I decided that he was a little more relaxed, like Fuyumi was, with a sense of humor but a serious work ethic (it must be a gene of the Ohtori men!).

Finally, Tamaki had to be serious for this chapter. His grandmother just died so clearly happy-go-lucky Tamaki was out of the question. I promise, he'll return to his normal Baka no Tono state before too long. Just bear with me, m'kay?

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