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CHAPTER SIX:

"The first question is…'How does your body react when you think of Kyoya-senpai'?"

Tamaki-senpai's face turned blood red and he reverted back to shaking his fists in the air at the twins. "What kind of question is that? That's disgusting! There's no way I'm answering that…"

"Hold it, hold it. We didn't mean it like that, Senpai," Hikaru assured. "We meant…sweaty palms, blushing, increased heart rate, you know…"

Kaoru added, "But the fact that your mind immediately jumped to that other conclusion is pretty interesting, boss."

"Yeah, I mean…if you didn't actually experience that other conclusion when thinking of Kyoya-senpai, you probably wouldn't immediately think about it upon hearing that question," Hikaru speculated with a sly grin on his face.

Tamaki-senpai shook his head wildly. "I only assumed that's what the question meant because…because, well…it's you shady twins asking me, so it's only reasonable to assume the question itself is shady too!"

Hikaru and Kaoru chuckled simultaneously. "Yeah, sure, boss. We believe you."

After letting out a low, resentful growl, Tamaki-senpai sighed and said, "Let's move on to the next question, please."

"Fine. Second question is…'Do you get jealous when you see him with other girls?'"

"'Other girls'?"

"Hey, this is 'Little Miss Eighteen' magazine, so just bear with us, okay?" Hikaru sighed.

"All right," Tamaki-senpai conceded. "I've never really thought about it, but…well, I don't mind seeing him with our guests at the club, but when I see him talking to a girl outside of the club and he seems genuinely interested…"

"Yeah…?"

Tamaki-senpai hesitated, seemingly reminiscing, looking as if he was watching a home movie in his head that he was just now seeing for the first time. "Every time I've seen Kyoya talking to a girl outside of the club, I've invaded his space, interrupted his conversation, introduced myself to the girl, tried to charm her…"

"…anything to get her to stop talking to Kyoya-senpai," Kaoru finished, with his usual sense of arrogantly prideful wisdom in his voice. Hikaru nodded dramatically, putting his arm around his brother as if to congratulate him for his insight. It made me want to regurgitate the fancy tuna I finally got the opportunity to try earlier that day.

Leaning back in his chair, Tamaki-senpai looked contemplative. "Do you guys really think that's why I behaved the way I did? I always chocked it up to…healthy, buddy-buddy competition over girls. A natural inclination to best my bestie."

"'Best your bestie'? Oh, brother," the twins sighed in unison.

"But now that I think about it, every time, after the girl lost interest in Kyoya or he lost interest in her, I couldn't care less about her anymore. And it wasn't because I felt I had proven myself superior to Kyoya or anything. I recognize the feeling of competitive triumph, but what I felt was a different kind of triumph…or at least…I didn't feel like Kyoya was the one I was competing with."

Hikaru and Kaoru began to appear bored with Tamaki-senpai's monologue, and they decided to recline on the couch. Hikaru lied down first, and Kaoru lied atop him, resting his coppery tresses on his brother's tanzanite jacket. Hikaru then snatched the magazine of Kaoru's hand and looked down onto its glossy pages with impatience. "How about we just finish the quiz, boss?"

"Wait…I'd like to talk about this…"

"It's boring, Senpai. Where's the juicy stuff?"

"I don't know, but I think this revelation about my jealousy…"

"No. You can overanalyze all your answers on your own time later. Let's move on to more interesting questions. Like…number three: 'If you've kissed the guy before, did you like it?'" Hikaru asked, grinning from ear to ear. I should have figured the twins would be excited about this whole situation with Tamaki-senpai and Kyoya-senpai in more ways than one.

Kaoru quickly jumped off the couch and approached Tamaki-senpai, putting his arm around his waist seductively. "We all know you kissed him tonight. So, what did you think? Did it turn you on?"

Hikaru soon mimicked his brother's actions on Tamaki-senpai's other side. He smiled and sang, "Did you kiss a boy and like it?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Ugh, shut up, guys. That song sucks."

Tamaki-senpai squirmed under the twins' embrace. "What's the next question?"

"What? You didn't even answer that one," the twins pouted.

"It's just…" Tamaki-senpai trailed off. "What's the next question?" he then asked again, more hurriedly and as if in a panic, before finally managing to free himself from the manacles that were the twins' long-fingered hands.

Kaoru sighed. "Boss, come on…!"

"No, Kaoru, wait. The next question is even better. Boss, 'do you have sexual fantasies about Kyoya-senpai? And if so, how often?'"

"It's none of your business!" Tamaki-senpai screamed immediately.

"What the hell? It's no fun if you keep your answers to yourself!"

I watched as Tamaki-senpai's knees seemed to literally collapse underneath him. He fell to the ground and wrapped his arms around his chest dramatically, looking up at the twins with water-veiled eyes. "Why shouldn't I keep answers to myself? When I actually give you an answer, you don't want to help me find out its meaning. You're only doing this for your own perverse enjoyment! You just want to watch me squirm and stutter some lurid, sexual confessions so you can have your little fun, not actually help me discover my true feelings!" By this point, Tamaki-senpai's tears had begun streaming down his face like rapid, curvy, miniature rivulets.

"We want to help! We just want to have fun while we do it," Hikaru protested. Kaoru added, "Is that really too much to ask?"

"Well, this is hard for me! My best friend just confessed his love for me, kissed me, came out to me, wants me to make a decision about our relationship…a decision that could change everything. So, this isn't all fun and games to me!" He paused, catching his breath. "But let's see, how can I make this fun for you?" he then asked with a scarily-uncharacteristic, sardonic edge in his voice.

Uh-oh. This could get ugly, I immediately thought.

He continued, "You want me to say, 'Oh, I get a massive erection every time I even hear Kyoya's name!'" Did I really just hear Tamaki-senpai…golden boy, innocent child, father figure…say the words 'massive erection'? I shuddered and hated the fact that I heard Tamaki-senpai continue his soliloquy, his voice becoming higher and higher pitched with each new sentence. "You want me to say, 'When Kyoya kissed me, I could barely control the butterflies that glissaded ferociously through my stomach; my lips and tongue and whole body begged for more, though my mind told me it was wrong!' You want me to say, 'Yes, I fantasize about having sex with Kyoya all the time! Every morning, every bathroom break, every night before I fall asleep! Fantasies that comprise material you could find in the most tasteless pornography available!'"

Okay...at that point, I wasn't sure whether it was a laugh or my tuna that needed to escape from my stomach.

"Is all that true, boss?" Hikaru and Kaoru asked, their jade eyes wide with enthrallment.

Tamaki-senpai angrily spurted out a loud: "No! Of course it isn't true!" He sighed and put his hand to his forehead, increasingly annoyed. At that moment, he actually looked a bit like Kyoya-senpai. "Listen, this is all stupid! I'm not in love with Kyoya, and I don't need your help anymore. So, just take your filthy magazine and leave!"

I naturally expected to hear either the nasally, attitude-ridden voice of Hikaru or the velvety, understated voice of Kaoru next. But instead I heard the sharp yet silky, steady yet insecure voice of someone else. "So, that's your answer then. It's a 'no'."

We all turned towards the door to see Kyoya-senpai standing before us, adjusting his glasses as he looked to the ground. "All right. I expected as much," he said in a smooth, unaffected tone. If I had just arrived at the scene, I would never have been able to tell that Kyoya-senpai had just heard words that were likely going to break his heart, destroy his relationship with his best friend, and even change his life. No, he was ever the perfect picture of emotionless composure. "I had forgotten my briefcase here, but I suppose I'll come back for it at a later time. I probably should go."

And with that, Kyoya-senpai walked calmly and collectedly out the door. Only to begin running down the corridor as soon as he thought we couldn't see him. And after I peeked outside from the club room and watched Kyoya-senpai race down the empty hall until he really was out of sight, I noticed a small collection of puddles on the ground behind him, a glistening trail of tears leading right back here to the club room, to Tamaki-senpai, to the only one that could rectify this situation which seemed to grow more and more heartbreaking with each passing moment.