A/N: Thank you reviewers, you are the reason I wrote this chapter. ^^ You're all so sweet. Alas, on with the show.
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Chapter 2: Stand in the Rain

The light flickered in his room, the slight sound of his pen scratching against the papers he had written. Erase, fix, re-write . . . Erase, fix, re-write...Almost seemed manically, how he wrote flawlessly with every inch of the parchment cover in words.

Suddenly, a scream filled the house, with its agonizing pitch. Kyouya slammed his pen down and clenched his teeth. He tried to block it out, remove the sound from his mind. He felt dizzy and tired. What kind of sick punishment was this? Hearing the pain of his mother every night, the screaming, breaking anything in sight. He was just a ten year old.
He gave a shaky sigh and got up from his chair.

"KYOUYA!" She screamed, "WHERE IS KYOUYA?!? "

Kyouya went downstairs after hearing his name. He turned into the dark hallway and slowly made his way to the living room. He saw his father standing at the doorway, Kyouya could practically feel his helplessness. To be honest, he felt the same way. He turned his head towards him.

"Fix this. Fix this now." His stare said. Kyouya could feel the colour drain from his own face as he walked into the room. She sat on the couch shaking like mad; with her head in her hand she was gripping her hair as if she was trying to pull it out. Vases were broken, shattered glass everywhere. Tables knocked over, lights torn apart, pages ripped out of books. He stopped walking when he reached the knocked over coffee table, just a few metres away from her.

"K-Kyouya...?" She whispered slowly bringing her head out of her trembling hands.

"Y-yes, Mother." Kyouya was shaking all over. Hoping, praying that something bad won't happen like last time.

"Y-You're...N-not..." Her eyes were wide. No. No, This was not happening! Not again! Kyouya wanted to run, but he could feel his father's eyes stabbing into his back. He was stuck.
"Mother please-" He began but she grabbed arm and slapped him across the face. Her nails dug his skin, and he could feel the red liquid run down cheek.

" YOU'RE NOT MY KYOUYA!" She sobbed, hitting him again, and again.

He couldn't think straight. He'd wince, blow after blow, already on his knees.
'S-Stop, S-Stop...P-Please...S-Someone help me!' He begged silently. He thought of his father. 'Goddamnit! Why aren't you helping me?!? Why. . .' He struggled to look over. His eyes widened.

He had walked away.

Of all things, he had walked away.

She was done what she had wanted to do as she got up, sobbing, and slammed the door of her room. He didn't want to blame her, for what she's done, he couldn't, he shouldn't. But there he sat, tears falling from his eyes, and unable to stop the hatred swelling up inside. He gripped the floor let out a strangled cry. Even his father, his own father, didn't give a damn.

It hurt.

He sat there and cried. He couldn't keep it in anymore.
'N-Nobody...N-Nobody cares...I'm d-done...I-I c-can't do this anymore!' His head was screaming. Shaking, he picked himself off the ground and put his hand over his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut.

He was done with this.

Quietly, he made his way to the grand mansion doors, not bothering to take a jacket, and slipped into the dark, frigged, night.
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The thirteen year old boy, Aoi Seimei , was walking home from his tutoring classes (He being the tutor.) while carrying a half a dozen books.

"I swear, if someone asks me again another math question that they don't understand, I will throw a book at their face..." He muttered. He was dead tired. Though despite the frown on his face, he was quite good-looking. His wavy black hair wasn't short, yet wasn't long either and perfectly framed his face. His eyes were midnight blue and his soft skin was flawless. His long grey jacket hugged his slim figure and his scarf was a nice shade of navy blue.

He sighed and made his way up the bridge, wondering the distance from here and his house. He peered around at his surroundings and his heart stopped.

'Oh God...!'

A boy was standing on edge of the bridge; his feet were just barely still on the concrete.

Seimei heard him suck in a deep breath.
The boy was shaking and was just about to. . .

He dropped his books and yelled.

"W-wait!"
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Startled, Kyouya looked over at figure running towards him. He suddenly felt angry. Why the one time he didn't want attention, he got it? He turned his head back to his shaking legs.
"Don't jump. Oh god...Please don't jump." He heard the person say, he was panting and his voice was laced with worry.

"Well, I'm going to, why should I care what a stranger says!" Kyouya heard himself say, but it didn't sound like him at all. 'Argh...!' He felt so mixed up. He was shaking uncontrollably and he wanted to cry. Then he realized something, the person wasn't panting anymore or doing anything at all to stop him.

"You know, the water is freezing cold down there." He said carefully.
Kyouya raised his head up, but didn't look at him. He looked at the water.

"Once you jump, there's no going back, and the pain hits you like a thousand stabbing knives." He spoke as he leaned over edge and looked down as well.
He didn't sound worried anymore. Kyouya suddenly felt scared. Did he really want to...?

"...H-How w-would y-you know?" Kyouya's teeth were shattering. He was freezing.
The guy turned his back to the edge.

"Two winters ago. I fell through the ice of a lake, down in Kyoto, on a camping trip. You feel trapped and pain hits everywhere. The worst feeling you can go through." He said conversationally.

Kyouya shuddered. Then the guy grabbed his wrist.

" You're not going to jump. If you did, then you would have already." His grip was soft and his voice was firm.

Kyouya finally looked at him. He was right. He got off the edge of the bridge and felt a wave emotions weigh off his chest as his feet touched the ground. The boy, who looked didn't much older than he was, smiled. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around Kyouya.

Kyouya felt his cheeks burn. He felt a five year old.
"What's your name?" He said, pushing his wavy hair out his blue eyes.
"K-Kyouya." Kyouya stuttered. He mentally kick himself. This boy was the first person to ever make him feel like a little kid and an complete idiot.

He laughed. "I'm Seimei."
Seimei pointed towards his books.
"Come help me with my books. Think about as repayment for saving you." He smiled and began to walk over to the mountain of books in the middle of the walkway.
Kyouya fixed his glasses and followed his lead.

He felt, for some unknown reason, safe with him. It was comforting.
He never realized how much he valued his life. After all he was only a ten year old.

He smiled.

He was glad he met Seimei.
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A/N: I think yaoi has won the battle. XD Woot, I love you people. You guys are the coolest people. Siriusly. (Hahaha...that was punny...I know I'm a loser. .) What do you think of Seimei? He's cute, no?

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. T_T Wah.