A/N: For all readers, there will be lemon in later chapters but first some trouble.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own OHSHC otherwise it'd be yaoi fest.

Claimer: Maku is mine.

Maku: and I hate you right now

Chapter 6: Enter Love Trouble

I've been living at Kyoya's place for a few weeks now and was starting to get use to how he lived his life. It was hard getting use to extravagant Japanese meals. Not to mention that Kyoya had around 3 parties to attend to during the weeks that I was there, so I was lonely. During those nights I would eat with the staff. Though many of them, they kept saying it wasn't right till I told them that I wasn't use to the meal and I would like some simple American ones. They made funny faces and I chuckled. I told them I would like a ham and cheese sandwich and juice.

They complained that that wasn't a meal and when I told them that American's were strange, I didn't hear any objections. The main cook sighed and complained that that was why I was so skinny. I just laughed and smiled. I enjoyed eating with the staff. It was warmer than when it was just me and Kyoya and maybe his family.

Today though, Kyoya said the host club was going to be holding a banquet and they wanted everyone to get there early and get into their outfits. I looked at him puzzled and nodded. We left around six and we got there around six twenty. When we entered Music room 3, I found everyone in royal court garb. The twins were jesters; Tamaki was, of course, King. Mori was a knight, and Hunny was what I assumed was a page. Tamaki was trying to get Haruhi to wear a princess outfit and I felt my eyebrow twitch. "Tamaki, why don't you allow Haruhi to be a Prince instead?," I said, trying to get him to leave my Onee-chan alone.

"But, Papa wants his daughter to dress like a girl!" Tamaki cried and I almost face palmed.

"Can't you see that Onee-chan doesn't want to dress in that thing?" I countered and I saw Tamaki flinch.

I think he forgot that Haruhi and I were siblings.

"But Haruhi should dress like a girl since she is a girl," Tamaki whimpered and I sighed.

"Nee-chan, I thought that you had convinced him otherwise," I muttered to Haruhi.

"I thought I did to, but it seems he hasn't gotten it all the way through just yet," she muttered back. "Sometimes I feel like a mallet would be a more effective convincing method."

I smirked and shrugged before I went to find two prince outfits. I handed one to her and took the other one. We went to the changing rooms and stepped into different stalls. When we emerged I about died in laughter. Haruhi was a white prince and mine was black. "this is just too fitting," I muttered and she smiled.

"Why do you say that?" She asked and I grinned at her.

"You're the innocent prince, I'm the devilish prince. If you think of our lifestyle, who we are personally and such, you might understand," I said and she did an 'ah' face.

It seemed that Kyoya had changed as well and he was either the right hand man of the king or a dark king from what he was wearing. I wasn't quite sure what, but it looked good on him. We finished setting up and then stood by the throne. Tamaki was sitting there obviously, the rest around him and Haruhi and I stood back to back which I'm sure Tamaki approved of. Soon the customers poured and start fawning over us.

I was nervous about the scientists and then I noticed that Kyoya was with a favorite and the girls started gossiping. "What are you fine ladies talking about?" I asked all conspirator-like and they started giggling.

"Well rumor is that Kyoya and Renge are betrothed and with how they are acting I wouldn't be surprised if they truly were," one of my customers said and I felt the pit of my stomach about give out.

"Really? When did this happen?" I asked as if it were nothing.

"Um…around what a week ago?" One asked another and she nodded.

"That's at least when everyone else found out, I'm not real sure when it happened," she answered and I nodded.

"You didn't know Neko-chan?" Another asked and I sighed.

"No, he failed to tell me and I've been busy and didn't notice," I said as I leaned back with a sigh.

I couldn't believe this. This isn't something that you just fail to tell someone who you're friends with. I wanted to storm over and yell at him, but that was closely followed by wanting to burst into tears and cry. The Fates are a bunch of bitchy old women and I was starting to get really tired of being tossed around.

I stood and got some sweets for the girls, passing by Kyoya and Renge; ignoring them though I could feel Kyoya's eyes on my back. Haruhi was standing there and I went over to her. "How long?" I asked and I knew that she knew what I was talking about.

"Not long, they just recently started acting like a couple a few days ago. I thought he told you," Haruhi confessed and I sighed.

"No he didn't. I just found out from some customers," I growled and she whistled through her teeth.

"Not good," she muttered and I sighed.

"No, no it's not," I muttered and felt the anger starting to subside into sadness.

"I'll ask Tamaki if it's ok for you to leave, I don't think you should be around here right now," Haruhi said and went over to the king, who immediately came over to me.

"Maku-kun, what's wrong?" Tamaki asked gently, totally un-Tamaki like but I didn't care.

"Kyoya never told me," I muttered and he immediately understood what I meant.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" Tamaki offered but I shook my head.

"I think this is something I need to discuss with him and I will when we get back home," I told him and Tamaki nodded his understanding.

I went into the changing rooms and changed back into my school uniform. Kyoya walked in a few minutes later while I was packing up the clothing they had me wearing earlier. "Markus-san, why are you leaving early?" Kyoya asked, worried that something was wrong and there was.

"We will talk about it when you get home. I don't want to cause a scene here," I told him and stalked past.

Kyoya was stunned at my turn of attitude as he followed behind me moments later. "Markus-san…" Kyoya started pleading but I turned on him, fire burning in my eyes.

"La-ter," I enunciated each part as I placed my outfit in the box, grabbed my things and walked out of the club room.

I was planning on just walking back to Kyoya's place but the limo was waiting outside for me. "So much for that plan," I muttered under my breath and climbed into the vehicle.

I sighed and leaned back into the leather seat and watched as the limo went through the town. I finally gave in and allowed a few tears to fall down my face, trying to control it so it didn't turn into sobs but I was losing that battle quickly. When we pulled up to the gates someone was standing there and she seemed hopeful when she noticed that we were pulling in.

I stared hard at that face, she seemed so familiar. I ran through all the females that I knew and that's when it hit me.

Marcella.

"Stop the car!" I ordered and jumped out of the limo and ran to her. "Oh, my poor baby," she crooned and I just smiled. Hugging her was like being home.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her and she just smiled.

"Waiting for you. I've been watching this place since I first found out that you were in this area," she answered and I nodded.

"Well come in, though I have to warn you that later there is most likely going to be a large argument going on," I said as we walked up the large driveway.

"How come? You and that boy seemed to be getting along nicely," she asked and I sighed heavily.

"He is my one and he is to be married and there is nothing I can do to change it. They are betrothed and they seem very happy together," I answered her, trying not to cry and she just hugged me.

"Oh Markus, I'm so sorry to hear that," she cried as she hugged me tighter.

I returned the embrace, just standing there, getting interrupted by some coughing coming from behind us. When we turned Kyoya was standing there. "Tamaki-kun let us out early since the customers went into a frenzy when you left," he explained and I simply nodded in understanding. "Who is this?" Kyoya asked indicating Marcella.

"This is Marcella. Marcella, this is Kyoya-san," I introduced and they shook hands.

"Let's go in, shall we?" Kyoya said, trying to be polite.

Kyoya took us to a tea room and we sat down while one of the maids brought us tea. "Markus told me that you two need to talk so is there any place that I may go so as not to disturb you?" Marcella asked and Kyoya gave me a look that I couldn't understand.

"The gardens," Kyoya answered and asked the maid to take Marcella there when she returned with the tea.

Marcella nodded and mouthed 'good luck' to me while she left and I just nodded and sighed. "What did you tell her?" Kyoya immediately asked and I looked at him.

"Don't jump down her throat. You have her to thank for everything. The reason I'm here. The reason I know everything I do. Absolutely everything. She has always been there for me and I trust her. She is like a mother to me," I hissed at him, my already flatten ears, flattening further and I felt my tail poof out some in my belt loops.

Kyoya backed off slightly but not much. "Just because you trust her doesn't mean anything. She could have turned and could be the reason that they are here now," Kyoya retorted and I was stunned.

"Why would she do that? All my life she has been there for me and just to turn on me like that, are you insane?" I practically screamed at him and he just glared.

"There is always the possibility," was all he responded and I was stunned.

"You don't trust me," I whispered and that seemed to draw him out.

"What? No, I do, I'm just pointing out that she could have turned. You have to think of everything," He tried to appease but I was beyond that.

"You didn't tell me about your engagement and I had to find out from a customer. You don't trust me about Marcella. You are always having someone watch my every move. You don't leave anything around me that I could do anything with unless it has your approval. You don't trust me one little bit." I whispered, tears brimming to my eyes and he just facepalmed.

"That isn't true," Kyoya said and I shook my head.

"From my point, it does. I'm leaving," I said and went to our room to pack what little I had.

Kyoya followed and was about to say something when I turned on him. "Don't. I've been hurt enough. I'm heading to Haruhi's and then figuring out where to go from there," I told him and walk out of the room.

Marcella was at the end of the stairs and when she saw me, she didn't say anything. She just gave me a motherly hug and walked me out.

I didn't look back. I don't think I could. I've been injured so many times in the past that I could't trust anyone until Marcella taught me how. But to be hurt by the person the Fates were thinking I would live my life with? That was just unbearable.

I wanted to puke from the pain that he caused. The emotion was so strong that it caused me physical pain. By the time that Marcella and I got to the Fujioka's I was trembling with suppressed emotions that when Haruhi opened the door, I flung myself into her arms.

I stayed in her arms the rest of the night, just balling my eyes out.

A/N: Next chapter is in progress! Please don't kill me! I had a totally different plan to introduce Marcella in but this works just as well. Anyway, Maku will be living with my fav character soon! *does happy dance*

Maku: Joy oh Joy.

Emma: Be happy, you'll love it there!

Nami: , my chest started hurting reading this. I feel like stabbing Kyoya with a pen now. Yes, a pen, they need vengence too because the ice prince keeps breaking them. XP