Funny how, even in running blindly, Tamaki managed to make it to the commoner's supermarket entrance.

Which was, of course, perfect for Kyouya.

For a moment, he allowed himself to feel sorry for Tamaki. The tears, streaking down the blond's face, the way he was desperately trying to clear the never ending flow from his eyes with his sleeve, how much he was crying – it hurt Kyouya to think that he was the reason for his best friend's suffering.

But that moment passed as he became overwhelmed with how utterly cute Tamaki looked – his sniffles, the way he stood, completely lost in a place he was normally familiar with, the absolutely adorable way he wiped his eyes – Kyouya was filled with an odd feeling of accomplishment at the sight.

Getting out of the limousine, he told the driver to stay parked in the market lot before walking up to his classmate and grabbing the blond's shoulder.

Tamaki jumped at the contact, another cute snuffle escaping his lips. He wiped his eyes again – though it didn't do much, his eyes were too red to conceal the fact that he had been crying – and turned to smile at Kyouya.

"K-Kyouya! I'm sorry I ran away, I- Um-" He broke off to another snuffle, "There was a sale at the market, and... I had to rush, you know, just like how Haruhi always has to..." he lied lamely.

"I see." Kyouya said, letting the obvious lie slip by. There was no point in pursuing it at the moment, and Kyouya wanted to get to a more pressing – more interesting – question. "Tamaki." he began, scrutinizing the blond carefully, "Do you love me?"

"Of co-" The blond immediately opened his mouth to reply, but Kyouya cut the cheerful response short.

"Actual love."

Tamaki froze, an evident battle showing in his eyes. Kyouya waited patiently as he contemplated, enjoying the confused look on the blond's face. Finally, Tamaki bit his lip and looked away, replying, "N-No, of course not."

Kyouya let a snort escape his carefully composed calm. At least Tamaki could have made an effort to lie properly, making eye contact and not stuttering.

"No?" Kyouya asked, partly annoyed that Tamaki was still lying to him, but mostly amused. "Then tell me, what were those entries for, on the last few pages of your diary?"

Tamaki still refused to look him in the eyes. "M-My, uh, Father wrote that while I was visiting the main estate. H-He, uh, thought it would be f-funny to play a joke on me..."

Again with the lying. This time, Kyouya frowned. Maybe he did need to fix that problem. "Liar." he accused, deciding to play it Tamaki's way.

"N-No... I'm- Really, I d-don't like you..."

"Then you must hate me."

Tamaki's eyes widened in surprise. "Wha-?"

"You either love me or hate me. Which do you chose?" Kyouya held back a smirk. The blond was so easy to manipulate.

"B-But that's not fair! I like you as a friend – can't we stay friends?"

"No."

Tamaki's eyes steeled over, and his jaw locked. Kyouya watched as his friend remained silent for several long minutes, before shaking the dark-haired boy's hand off his shoulder. "Fine then, I hate you." he growled through clenched teeth. The corners of Kyouya's lips quirked up, despite his efforts to keep a neutral expression. "I- I..." tears again rushed to his eyes, and he tried to make another run for it.