The day after that, the idiot brought in a stethoscope and insisted on listening to everyone's heartbeat.

Had Tamaki been anyone else, the host club might have questioned the fact that he came in five minutes late and wearing a white doctor's coat with a stethoscope around his neck. But knowing Tamaki to be no one other than a Tamaki, none of the members questioned it, but only Kyoya knew the reason for it.

"Pervert!" Hikaru shouted when Tamaki placed the stethoscope on Haruhi first, adamantly demanding to make sure his daughter was perfectly healthy.

Haruhi, who had managed to escape during the time Tamaki was stiff, blushing red, and trying to find an excuse, turned and glared at him coldly. "Now I know what Senpai really is."

"Haruhi!" Tamaki called after her before Honey bounced over, took hold of the metal circle, and put it against his own chest.

"Tama-chan, Tama-chan," he said excitedly, "can you hear mine?" Then the shorter blond turned to his tall companion. "Takashi! Is my heart going thump thump?"

Mori took the instrument away from Tamaki and placed it into his ears. He listened to the sound for a moment before taking the object away from Honey and giving it back to Tamaki.

"Yes, Mitsukuni," he replied shortly as customers began to file in.

Tamaki was, then, distracted by his clients until Kyoya walked past him to where the twins were hosting. He glared with slight jealousy as the black-haired boy whispered something into the younger Hitaciin's ear. Tamaki jumped up suddenly, to the great surprise of the young ladies, when Kaoru laughed loudly in return. By the time Tamaki had made an excuse to the princesses, Kyoya was standing straight and smiling his I'm-only-pretending-to-fondly-like-you-because-it's-beneficial-for-me smile. The smile stayed as Tamaki rushed over, but it had changed into an undecipherable one that usually meant Kyoya was up to no good.

"Tamaki," Kyoya started to reprimand, but the other ignored him and pressed the stethoscope forcefully against Kaoru. He managed to get a few quick heartbeats in the momentary shocked silence before a hand slapped his face, leaving a very large red mark.

"Pervert!" Hikaru shouted again.

"Hikaru," Kaoru muttered hesitantly while taking hold of his brother's hand. "Please don't be so upset."

"Kaoru," Hikaru replied, drawing the slightly younger boy to him. "Sorry, Kaoru, it's just…I don't like it when anyone else tries to listen to your heart. Your heart-beat is just for me to hear, okay?"

"Hi-Hikaru." Kaoru shut his eyes as Hikaru leaned closer and gently kissed Kaoru's cheek.

As their clients screamed, Tamaki was forgotten by the two and Kyoya had disappeared. Tamaki, having nothing better to do, returned to his own clients. Kyoya, who had taken to hiding in an adjoining room, sighed, glad to have avoided something.

Yet, it was only a short-term aversion. When Kyoya finally returned to the main room at the end of the day, expecting it to be empty, he found a blond-haired man sleeping on one of the couches. Knowing that if he didn't wake Tamaki up, he would probably have to face some sort of tragedy early tomorrow morning. Kyoya ran a hand through his dark hair and walked over. He placed the other hand on Tamaki's shoulder and gently chook him.

"Time to go home, Tamaki," Kyoya said when dark purple eyes stared at him.

Tamaki didn't respond and just continued to watch as Kyoya turned away and packed his bag. When he finished, Kyoya glanced back to see if Tamaki was coming, but the other hadn't moved at all, so he shrugged and headed for the exit.

"Wait."

Kyoya stopped and turned around to see Tamaki standing and holding the stethoscope.

"Please," he added when Kyoya opened his mouth to protest. Not waiting for his response, Tamaki stepped forwards and wrapped one arm around the dark-haired man while using the other to old the stethoscope against him.

"Tamaki," he said coldly, but his actions indicated otherwise. He brought his arms up and wrapped them around the white coat. "You're wrong."

Tamaki shook his head, barely registering the words over the steady, fast, and soothing beat. "No Kyoya. This time you're wrong."