Broken Promises

Authoress: Cattsy (Catness)

Chapter word count: 2,228 words

Chapter Thirteen:

"Do you have to go?" Hikaru had said, Kaoru recalled as he looked out of the window on the plane, his father sitting next to him. In reply, Kaoru had just nodded, still not wanting to speak to his brother.

Kaoru shook his head, trying to rid his head from thoughts of his brother and slipped his headphones on, letting the humorous soundtrack of Avenue Q fill his mind.

…

Kaoru stretched and lay down on the bed. Sebastian exited the room after him and gently closed the door. The room was large and Kaoru felt a twinge of guilt when he realized that he wouldn't be sharing the room with his brother as usual.

"Do you like the room?" Sebastian asked as he sat down on the bed near Kaoru. "If it's not big enough, I can get something larger for you…"

"No," Kaoru said dreamily, "This is fine." He sat up, took Sebastian's hand and smiled. "It's just that I miss Hikaru. Honestly, the room is a bit too large for just me. I wish he was here."

Sebastian smiled apologetically and let his lips brush against Kaoru's. "I'm sorry, but it's a bit too late to be mentioning that now. He has school and such. You can be with him again soon…"

…

The music was blasting loudly from the speakers and several of the European models practiced their struts down the cat walk in different gowns and dresses. Sebastian was smiling a warm, smile at the girls; seemingly to make them feel more confident. Kaoru looked around at what everyone was doing. The various technicians were checking lights and setting up sets.

"Urm," Kaoru began, "What am I meant to be doing?"

Sebastian turned to look at Kaoru in a daze and then realized what Kaoru had asked. "Oh!" He said, pulling himself from his daze. "Sorry, I'd completely forgotten. I usually have my personal assistant doing various errands that I can't do on my own time, so I'm generally alone." He cleared his throat and set up a few errands for Kaoru to do.

…

Sebastian smiled as he entered the hotel room behind Kaoru, putting his coat down on the bed and taking an uninvited seat as Kaoru ordered himself a late room service dinner for himself over the phone. Kaoru smiled as he hung up the phone, turned and noticed that Sebastian had followed him into the room.

"Oh," Kaoru muttered, realizing that he'd rudely ignored a guest. He mentally kicked himself for not inviting Sebastian into the room in the first place. "Would you like something to eat as well?" Sebastian shook his head quietly and stared at Kaoru. Kaoru blushed, realizing that he was obviously the subject of attention at the moment. "So…" Kaoru muttered, while rummaging through his head for a decent subject to talk about. "What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Sebastian shrugged and put his arm around Kaoru's shoulders when the younger boy sat down. Kaoru blushed a redder shade and smiled at Sebastian, quietly. "I'm not sure…" Sebastian muttered, knowing that he'd have to say something. "I was considering going site seeing…" Sebastian continued, "Its actual quite a valuable experience to see what others are wearing. Plus, your Mother mentioned that you had always loved Paris." Sebastian smiled warmly and breathed in Kaoru's scent.

Kaoru looked away, embarrassed to be so close to anyone but his brother. Sebastian raised his eyebrow slightly but continued to smile, knowing that while Kaoru was young, he was still learning. Sebastian cupped his hand around Kaoru's cheek and pulled his head back to look directly into his eyes. Kaoru's cheeks turned redder as Sebastian leant forward further and kissed Kaoru. Kaoru closed his eyes, letting Sebastian control the kiss and savoring the taste of Sebastian. Sebastian pushed forward and poked his tongue through Kaoru's lips to massage his tongue against Kaoru's. Kaoru flinched as Sebastian slipped a cold hand under his shirt. Sebastian began to unbutton Kaoru's shirt. Kaoru pulled away quickly; scared.

"Wha-what are you doing?" he stuttered, a little fearful of what Sebastian would say.

Sebastian did not reply and instead returned to the seemingly fascinating task of unbuttoning Kaoru's shirt. Once the shirt was undone, Sebastian smiled and pushed Kaoru down to lie on the bed. Kaoru smiled weakly, not knowing what to do. Sebastian moved his hands lower and began to undo Kaoru's belt, a palm accidentally brushing against Kaoru's groin. Kaoru felt a twinge of excitement, but felt guilty, knowing he would regret anything that happened.

"No, stop," Kaoru whispered in a hoarse voice, yet he knew that Sebastian still heard it. Sebastian paused and then pulled away, wondering whether he'd heard the younger boy properly. He looked into Kaoru's eyes. Kaoru shook his head, "Sebastian, I don't think that I'm ready for that sort of thing," he muttered…

Sebastian bowed his head and then leant closer, planting a short kiss on Kaoru's lips before buttoning up his own shirt and leaving the room, nearly bumping into the room service waiter…

Kaoru sighed as he invited the waiter in and regretted sending Sebastian away, almost immediately.

…

"Where the heck have you been?!" Kaoru flinched as Tamaki shouted at him. Kaoru frowned at the hypocrisy as he recalled that Tamaki had taken a week away from the Host Club because he got a pimple.

"I took a sabbatical break from the Host Club to do something that would help me pursue my future career," Kaoru stated airily as he repeated the lines he'd scripted to say in reply to Tamaki's question. The fashion show had been awesome. Kaoru had been amazed to see the models up close and meet the beautiful celebrities. He'd previously been to several fashion shows with his mother and brother, but at those shows he'd had to pretend to be shy and only interested in the cloths. Kaoru was slightly saddened to return to the Host Club on this particular day. The school was fine and the teachers had still assumed that he was sick so they were sympathetic to him having returned to school after a few weeks, just as long as he'd completed his homework and that he wouldn't have to catch up too much.

Kaoru flinched as Tamaki shouted some more. "… Should have told someone where you were…!"

"I did!" Kaoru said loudly, "I told Kyouya." He growled, wondering why Kyouya had not passed the message along. "You know what? I fucking quit!" He turned on his heel and then stalked out of the Third Music Room.

…

"Sebastian," Kaoru muttered into the cell phone, he was a tad annoyed that he'd reached voice mail, but was unwavering in his decision. "It's Kaoru; I'd like you to know that I've considered your offer and I'd like to take it up if it's still available..."

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Sebastian listened to the voice mail in his large office. He smiled as he closed his phone and placed it gently on the shiny glass desk which was usually covered with design ideas and blue prints of venues. However, today had been different and the desk was unusually clear from such things. He picked up the office phone and told his assistant to make room for his new apprentice. He then smirked and turned his back to the office and looked out of the window to an unusual looking cloud

…

Tamaki glared out of the window, coincidentally; his eyes had come across the same odd looking cloud as Sebastian. Behind him, the rest of the Host Club was discussing what to do about their future. They'd closed for the day and were now considering closing the Club. None of them wanted to, but the Forbidden romance was one of the most designated types.

Hikaru sat, unconsciously slouching on the sofa, wondering whether he really wanted to continue in the Host Club as well. He'd only joined the Host Club under the condition that he and Kaoru would do it together.

"We could just make a new type for Hikaru and start marketing that," Haruhi suggested. Hikaru mentally sneered at her; all this had been her fault. "He could be the 'Naughty Type' or something."

"It's a nice idea," Kyouya added. "The merchandise we've had for the Forbidden Romance will now be rare and more expensive." Kyouya smirked at the thought of making money. "However," He continued, "I think that we could come up with a better type than 'Naughty'."

For the next little while, quite a few suggestions were considered.

"How about emo?" Hikaru joked. He and Kaoru had always found it funny to see all the emo kids when they went for walks together. They were all so… weird. Kaoru mentally made a funny face. They were always commenting about how they wanted to be different and how they wanted to listen to the rare bands that no one had heard of. But then they all became so similar because they were all listening to the same bands that now everyone had heard of.

"Hmmm…" Tamaki murmured as he made his group appearance. The sky had turned to a dusty red and the sun was beginning to set. "That's not a bad idea," his usual confidence had been replaced by a contemplative and tentative attitude. If Hikaru hadn't felt so weird as well, he would have used this version of Tamaki to his advantage to humiliate the blond boy. "But we'd need help from Nekozawa to make the transformation. You'd need to die your hair and perhaps grow it longer…"

In the corner of Hikaru's eye, he saw Kyouya making notes about what had to be done. "But it was just a joke," Hikaru implored, hoping that they'd realize and change their minds. However, it was the best idea that had been mentioned so far.

"You should not joke about the Host Club," Tamaki said airily, "some of us take it seriously. Plus, you and Kaoru had listen to that kind of music anyway. The idea of emo is that you're generally angsty and emotional. Now you have a reason to be because you've had a sort of falling out with Kaoru." Tamaki smiled as he went over the idea in his head several times. It was perfect! They would find a new fan base where the fan girls would be swooning over Hikaru because of the silent, sensitive manner of his new life. Tamaki was thankful that there weren't many emo girls at Ouran Academy. He smirked. All the fan girls from the Forbidden Romance type would be spread around the rest of the Host Club. 'Hopefully,' Tamaki thought greedily, 'the majority of the girls will come to me.'

…

Kaoru ran a comb through his hair and pulled on an expensive shirt, wanting to make and impression on his date with Sebastian. It was sort of uncomfortable to wear these things when he wasn't at school. He was so used to running about with Hikaru, wearing shorts and t-shirts. Sebastian had called him back a little while ago and arranged a date. He'd just finished combing his hair and checking his appearance in the mirror when the door bell rang. He practically leapt down the stairs, only stopping to laugh at his brother, walking up the stairs, who had completely been made over.

The usually ginger red hair had been covered with a wig which, to the average viewer, looked quite real. But Kaoru could tell that it was fake hair. The wig, much to Karou's amazement had been transformed into a Lauri Ylönen hairstyle which worked quite well. His school cloths had been replaced with a black suit, yet it still sported the Ouran Academy crest. His fingernails were covered in black nail polish. Around his neck was a set of dog tags which had the heartagram symbol engraved on and his shoes were now massive army boots that were manipulated to have two inch heels and would be quite painful if you were kicked by them.

Kaoru laughed, "what are you meant to be?' He asked through fits of laughter.

"You quit the Host Club," Hikaru growled. "Now they expect me to be the 'Emo type'." Hikaru flicked back a longer portion of his fringe airily and smirked. He was annoyed that he'd have to dress up like this every day, but he was happy to see his brother laughing. Hikaru chuckled, "I'll get you back for this," he smirked.

Kaoru smiled, "How long are you considering putting up with this?" Kaoru tugged at the dog tags to get a closer look. "This emo transformation is going to be a lot of work."

Hikaru smiled, "You're going to help," he said with a larger smile.

Kaoru laughed, "Don't hold your breath." He said as he finished walking down the next few steps and then out the door, greeting Sebastian who was waiting at his car.

Hikaru glared at the back of his brother. Truth be told, Hikaru was getting even more annoyed the suave man stealing his brother from him. Hikaru clicked his tongue angrily and shook his head; he walked down the stairs and gestured for a driver to come to him. After telling the driver to follow his brother, he went upstairs to change, with a smirk. Something had to be done…

To Be Continued…

Authoress notes: hmmm, hope you like it. Next chapter will be up soon.

Cattsy…