The Angel in the Snow

Chapter 3: Day 3 – The Storm

Kyouya sighed tiredly, rubbing his forehead while trying to ignore the pain shooting through it. For some reason or other he had been unable to get any sleep last night, and by three in the morning, he had a full on migraine growing in the right side of his head. He would have gone to go get headache medicine, but for some stupid reason, he hadn't wanted to wake Tamaki, so he had decided to just deal with it. What a stupid, illogical reason… He thought to himself in his corner of misery while Tamaki walked around the room (quite energetically) and talked to himself.

Kyouya decided to try and drown out his friend's voice by flipping on the TV, which happened to be on the weather channel.

As you can see, today is going to have a constant downfall of rain. As we get on to later in the evening, there is a high possibility that it will turn into quite a storm out there, including a possibility of hail and strong gusty winds. We advise all people living in the area of where the storm is to hit, that they do not leave their homes, and if they must, please use a means of transportation other than walking.

Kyouya sighed. Bad choice…there's even more noise than before. Flipping the TV off, he turned angrily to Tamaki.

"Tamaki…what are you doing?"

Tamaki came to a halt. "I don't really know…since it's raining outside, any plans that I had made before we're unable to do, so I'm trying to think of an alternative…" Kyouya frowned.

"Well, I'm tired. Why don't you go look around the house for something to do?" Tamaki seemed to brighten a bit.

"Okay Kyouya!"

Kyouya lay his head down on the couch arm rest. Maybe I can get some more sleep…


Kyouya yawned and sat up. He was in his bed in his room, but he couldn't remember falling asleep. As he stood up, something felt a bit off, but as he did a three-sixty to take in all of his room, he couldn't find anything that seemed different. Shrugging to himself, he was about to walk towards his door when something sparkling caught his eyes from the window. Turning, he began to walk towards the window.

Just as he reached the beam of the window, his sight began to fade.


Kyouya opened his eyes and frowned. What a stupid dream… Despite knowing that it was only a dream, he had really wanted to know what was outside the window. Shrugging it off, he decided to get up and head to his room to see if he could find anything to do with himself.

He only remembered that Tamaki was running wild in his house when he was half-way up the stairs and realized he didn't hear any noise. This can't be good. Blood pressure rising, Kyouya ran up the remaining stairs, and threw open his bedroom door in a panic he didn't know he was in.

Tamaki was standing on his desk near the window, reaching up and holding something in his hand, seeming to be inspecting it. Kyouya knew instantly what it was, and fear got a grip over him as he yelled out, "Tamaki, stop!"

Tamaki, shocked upon the door flying open and Kyouya's abnormal yell, lost his balance on the desk, and Kyouya watched in horrific slow-motion as Tamaki tumbled backwards, dropping the glass star in his hand which shattered loudly upon the floor below. The only thing that followed was silence.

Kyouya could feel his entire body shaking from withholding far too many emotions. Tears fell from his eyes, yet he felt more like punching a wall…or Tamaki. But he couldn't get words out of his mouth…he could only stare at the shards of what had been his most precious possession lying upon his floor, their color now dull to his eyes.

Tamaki, slowly stood up, and upon seeing Kyouya shaking, began to approach him slowly, then stopped. "…Kyouya…are you alright?"

The first sound that came out of Kyouya's mouth…was laughter. It was the kind of laughter that one would hear in nightmares…the kind of laughter that rings down the many halls of an asylum- the kind of laughter that states quite clearly, everything is not alright.

"Kyouya…?"

Kyouya's head shot up, revealing in the light his tear-stained face and eyes that were as cold as death.

"…am I alright? AM I ALRIGHT?! I HAVEN'T BEEN ALRIGHT FOR DAYS! YOU WALTZ INTO MY HOUSE, CLAIMING YOU'RE HERE TO KEEP ME COMPANY AND TO MAKE MY CHRISTMAS HAPPY, AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU MAKE ME BABYSIT YOU! YOU MAKE ME YOUR BAGGAGE CARRIER AND DRAG ME THROUGH A MALL TO BUY THINGS YOU WANT! AND WHILE I'M TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP I SEVERELY NEED, YOU DECIDE TO BREAK THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN MY HOUSE! NO, TAMAKI, I'M NOT OKAY, AND I WON'T BE UNTIL YOU LEAVE, SO GO! GET OUT!"

Kyouya went silent and tried to get a control on his breathing. He couldn't see Tamaki's expression; his hair was covering his eyes. However, as Tamaki passed him to leave through the door in a hurry, Kyouya could feel the waves of depression being emitted from him. Under normal circumstances, Kyouya would have never lost his cool like that…but, gazing down at the shards on his floor, he could feel sadness welling up inside of him. As he heard the front door close, Kyouya sighed, and flipping off the light to his room, he closed the door behind him and went downstairs.

After about a half-an-hour, Kyouya had returned to his normal self. Sure, he was still partially angry at Tamaki, but he realized that Tamaki hadn't meant to break it- that it had been an accident and that he knew he was partially responsible. Once he returns, I'll apologize to him and explain…

But the minutes ticked by, and three hours later, Tamaki had yet to come back. Although Kyouya didn't want to admit it, he was beginning to worry. Tamaki normally bounces right back after being yelled at…but he's really sensitive…I really thought he'd be back by now…was I really that harsh? He shook his head. I'll give him another half-an-hour…

Forty-five minutes went by, and Tamaki still didn't return. Kyouya, agitated, admitted to himself that he was worried. I guess I'll flip on the TV to distract myself. However, upon flipping on the TV, a warning flashed upon the television, and the weather report he had watched earlier came back to his memory.

Once again he could feel panic crawling through his veins. It's a storm out there- what if Tamaki's lost? What if he's freezing to death- I don't remember him wearing a jacket when he left…I've got to go find him!

Throwing his black jacket on, Kyouya threw open the front door and began running down the driveway and to the street.

The rain was pelting against him harshly, but he did his best to ignore it. The wind howled at him as it slowed his pace down, and Kyouya bit his lip to stop himself from cursing the foul weather. He just reached the park when disaster hit him.

Slipping in a large puddle of water as the rain turned to hail, Kyouya fell with a SPLASH, and his glasses went flying. Kyouya waited a minute to get up, then struggled onto his knees and hands. Tamaki's out here somewhere…need to find my glasses… As he crawled forward, his hand smashed something below it- something sharp that splintered into his hand and was painful beyond belief. Kyouya cringed as his near-sighted eyes saw the blood flowing from the palm of his hand into the puddle below. He had smashed his glasses, and the glass was now embedded in his hand.

A strange tiredness came over Kyouya- something he was unused to. Maybe this is all hopeless…Tamaki could be ways away…and I can't see. There's no way to get home…no way to find Tamaki… Just as he was about to give up…to allow that tiredness to take over, he heard footsteps approach him, and a familiar hand grab his arm.

"Kyouya! Kyouya, what happened? What are you doing out here?" Kyouya couldn't hold it in…he laughed.

"Looking for you, idiot!"

With Tamaki's help, they both managed to make it home. Tamaki gently removed Kyouya's coat, then helped him to the kitchen, where he sat Kyouya down in one of the chairs.

"Kyouya, where do you keep the tweezers?"

"Second drawer below the stove top." Tamaki quickly took out the tweezers, and then taking a seat next to his friend, began to take out the shards of glass in Kyouya's hand.

Kyouya gazed down at Tamaki's hand holding his own. "…Tamaki?"

"Hmm?" Tamaki replied, concentrating solely on removing the glass from his friend's hand.

"…thank you, for saving me…and I'm sorry for yelling at you like that…I overreacted." Tamaki stopped for a second and looked up.

"Kyouya, it's fine- that's what friends do…but, if I may ask; what was it that made that glass star so special to you- because anything that makes Kyouya Ootori emotional, must be very important to him." Kyouya looked down at his slightly swelling, but now cleared of glass, hand.

"It was…the only gift I had left from my mother…" Kyouya bit his lip as he tasted salt. Ugh…the tears have returned… Although he couldn't see his friends face clearly, he knew Tamaki would have a tragic look upon his face, but his blue eyes would be full of compassion. He had seen that look so many times…

Kyouya nearly jumped as he felt warm arms encircle him, but after a second his heartbeat slowed, and unlike anything he'd normally do, Kyouya hugged his friend back. Just this once, he'd allow someone close to his heart…because it had been so long since he had felt anything like it.

"Kyouya…I'm so sorry…please forgive me…" Kyouya smiled through his tears.

"It's okay Tamaki…I forgive you- that's what friends do." After a minute, Tamaki pulled back and quickly bandaged Kyouya's hand.

The two talked for a while, but Tamaki was careful to avoid the topic of the star or of Kyouya's mom. When Kyouya went upstairs to his room, the shards were no longer on his floor- he assumed Tamaki must have come in and cleaned it up so Kyouya wouldn't feel pained seeing it.

As Kyouya gazed up at the ceiling of his bedroom, he couldn't help but accept that his view of Tamaki had changed considerably after the accident. Yes, Tamaki was silly and somewhat vain, but underneath the princely exterior, he had the heart of a commoner…the heart of a caring and kind person.

Rolling over on his side, Kyouya closed his eyes and wondered what else he'd find out about his friend within the next two days.

a/n: Sorry that this is a day late- Saturday I had two Mock-Trial Scrimmages in a row, and after that I didn't have enough energy to lift my head off my desk.

So....I really feel like I didn't do this chapter justice...it just didn't come out the way I imagined it to, but I really can't think of much else that can help it so...yeah, sorry if it isn't very good. Please enjoy and if you have time, please review also! Thanks to all of you that reviewed the last chapter! You make me feel fuzzy inside, and really help motivate me to write more for this fanfic!