Why was Kyouya being so mean? Though Tamaki expected it, actually having it happen came as a great surprise. Though he dreaded it before, he was astonished that Kyouya actually had it in him to be so horribly cruel.

"Fine then," he managed to say, feeling his throat close up with the impending tears, I love you "I hate you." he felt his heart breaking. This was another chance, he should just say it, but he couldn't. Why? Why couldn't he just say it?

The tears flowed to his eyes again as he cursed his own uselessness. Here Kyouya was, giving him the perfect chance, but he still couldn't come out and confess. He was so worthless. "I-I..." love you.

He couldn't get it out.

Gritting his teeth, he turned and made another run for it.

But he couldn't even do that. Kyouya was stubbornly hanging on to his wrist, preventing him from going anywhere. Tamaki jerked, trying to get his arm free, but to no avail.

Finally, the blond stopped struggling, but refused to turn back around to look at Kyouya. He was so worthless. He didn't deserve the right.

But the arm holding him jerked back, making him whirl around to face Kyouya, falling into his classmate's arms. Kyouya forcefully took the blond's face in his hand, the other hand around his waist to trap him there. Tamaki caught his smirk, the one that had always, and still is sending his heart beating so fast he thought he might have a heart attack. That look in Kyouya's eyes as he observed Tamaki's reaction – so calculating, manipulative.

But there were people watching. Everyone around seemed to have turned toward them, and he could feel a million stares burning into him. This was weird, it wasn't right to love someone the same sex as you.

But he couldn't help it.

Kyouya, unlike him, didn't seem to care at all about the people watching. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the look of discomfort on the blond's face. That, and the helplessness of Tamaki's situation, came almost as a relief to the blond. The lack of choice calmed him – he didn't have to do anything anymore. He could just relax and let things work the way Kyouya had planned.

Because, he knew, Kyouya always had something planned. He had probably played right into his plan from the start.

But if that was the case, he had played into it willingly.

He was shocked, though, when his mouth was forced onto the smirking one, and a tongue swiped at his lower lip. The demanding attitude came as a surprise – yet it was so overwhelmingly enticing.

Teeth scraped over his lips, this time nipping on the bottom in impatience. Tamaki opened them automatically, feeling the tongue on his. Pressing against the roof of his mouth, running along his teeth – demanding complete control.

After Kyouya finally broke away, Tamaki could do nothing but stand there dumbly, brain completely numb as he was cradled in Kyouya's arms. But the sharp whisper by his ear snapped him out of his daze.

"It's a shame, Tamaki, that you hate me... Because I love you." the voice held a bit of a taunt, but Tamaki didn't notice. All he could think about was the new information. Kyouya loved him back. But he had told his friend that he hated him. Why? Why was he so useless?

Giving him a final look, Kyouya let go and walked in the direction of his limousine. Tamaki could do nothing but stare after him at first, before his instincts kicked in again. Kyouya was going to go. Leave. And if he didn't stop him now, he would be gone forever.

No. No.

His limbs kicked in, and he ran towards his fellow second year, arms reaching in front of him in a desperate attempt to grab hold of Kyouya. He didn't care about the watching people anymore. He couldn't let his friend go. No.

They latched onto Kyouya's arm, pulling it out of his pocket. The dark-haired boy turned around to look at him, as if he had been expecting it. But Tamaki didn't care if he was being taken advantage of, didn't care if this was part of Kyouya's plans. He needed Kyouya to stay.

"I-" his voice broke off. He still couldn't say it.

Kyouya quirked an eyebrow down at his bent figure, at the hands that were desperately clinging onto his arm. "What?" he asked in an exasperated tone.

"I-" Tamaki swallowed. He needed to say it. If he didn't, Kyouya would be gone forever. Gone from his life. "I-" But he couldn't. Biting his lip, he tried an alternative. "Don't leave. I need you."

Kyouya reached down and took hold on his chin again, lifting his head so that Tamaki could see his smirk. "That's not good enough for me." he hissed, taunting glint in his eyes, "I want to hear a confession."

Tamaki swallowed hard again. "I- I lo-" his voice broke off, but he forced himself to continue in a low murmur. "-ove y-ou..."

"I can't hear that. Speak up." Kyouya leaned down closer to Tamaki's face, capturing his eyes.

Taking in a shallow breath, the blond tried again. "I- I lo- love you..."

"Without stuttering." he demanded, running his thumb over Tamaki's lips.

Tamaki's breath grew ragged at Kyouya's attitude. "I love you. So much."

Kyouya's smirk grew, and he hummed disapprovingly. "We'll need to work on that." he muttered, pulling Tamaki up for another kiss.