Implosion

Chapter 2: How far could I get if I didn't know you?

By: Rana Shalhoub

How far could we get
If you and I fight to the death?
How far could I see
If you went towards her before me?
I know you feel
For her, that girl,
Yet I know that we were meant to be.

"Haruhi-chan!" Squealed an excited Hunny Mitsukuni, running towards her before she reached her homes door. The small apartment suited her nicely, cozy and easy to live in, and it reflected her well. Haruhi Fujioka was a simple living girl, she cleaned when she had the time, and fun to her was sitting on her couch in her sweat-clothes, curled up with a book in hand. The picture suited her well.

Kyoya thought about that for a moment, concluding that a tired and dumpy Haruhi, was a cute Haruhi. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched as Haruhi turned around and looked at the club, who had followed her home on a Saturday. Of course, it was all Tamaki's idea, but Kyoya had found a way to make this day out benefit him. He could get Haruhi to like him back, couldn't he? He obviously had more appearance than Tamaki. Sure he was a pretty boy, blonde and fit and slender. Sure he had hands that played a wonderful Chopin piece. Sure he had the deepest, purple eyes he had ever seen. Kyoya diverted his attention back to Haruhi, who was walking back down the stairs.

"Hi, guys! Uhm…Hunny didn't happen to tell me why you are here…" She said, putting a finger to her lips and looking cute, and confused. Tamaki came forward and took her hand in both of his. Her fragile, beautiful hands compared to his pale, slender but manly hands. Kyoya found himself in awe. Was he calling Tamaki pretty? Even beautiful? No, no. Haruhi was pretty. Haruhi was beautiful. Right?

Kyoya watched as Haruhi entered her home for just a moment or two. He spent that moment glancing around at his friends, spotting the almost impatient look on Tamaki's face. He quirked an eyebrow and realized that Tamaki looked very casual today, very handsome. A denim jacket along with a dark blue shirt and black slacks. Everything hung loosely and…sexily? Haruhi came back out of her home with her long haired wig on, a pretty pink lace shirt and light blue jeans. Each and every aspect of that outfit made his breath catch in his throat, and he tried to keep his expression stagnant, but Tamaki was freely expressing his love for her appearance. She really was beautiful. Her big eyes caused a lurch in his stomach, her innocence caused his blood to boil.

Tamaki pounced on the young her, nuzzling his cheek to hers, and complimenting her. The odd picture, the feeling that Kyoya himself should be the one touching her, they overwhelmed the Ootori boy. He winced visibly. This was going to be a long day.

Hours, so many hours after the 'fun' day at the beach, Kyoya entered his bedroom. He glanced at his sister with an angry gaze. She was rummaging through his drawers once again. Soon after their arguing she exited, and Kyoya sat at his desk. He looked at his schedule, his eyes scanning the paper and meaningful words. He found something that caught his eye, and smirked. Standing up, he moved to his closet and searched through his clothing.

Tonight was going to be wonderful, he counted on it. There was a party at one of the halls of Japan. It was a masquerade theme, with many famous disk jockeys from America and other areas, aside from the local ones. His fingers jolted with excitement, his entire body seemed giddy. Oh the joy he felt at these moments, the idea of dancing under strobe lights and colors and the feeling of music in his system. He missed it dearly.

His feet padded across his lush carpeting as he stripped himself free of his old, meaningless clothing. He slipped on a pair of tight pants, shiny to reflect the colorful lights, and he put on a raggedy old jacket. One that he didn't mind losing. He'd toss it away anyways, the shirt was just to get out the door without being questioned. He placed a twenty dollar bill in his pocket, retrieved a water bottle, and walked to his dresser. He reached slender fingers to a drawer and pulled it out. He rummaged through socks and discreetly pulled out a sequined mask. It was to cover just the top half of his face, it looked similar to a butterfly. Very colorful, and it was good at keeping his identity safe. No one should know an Ootori went to raves.

He slipped the mask in his jacket pocket and strolled out his door after slipping a pair of sneakers on his feet. The sneakers had zippers on them, and pinstripes. He rather liked them, they were odd. His body led him to the bathroom, he slipped his contacts on, and blinked to make them comfortable.

Soon enough he was out the door, Tachibana opening his limousine door, and him stepping into the warm cab. He got comfortable and began to plan out where he was going to dance, he began to wonder who he'd be rubbing against. He wouldn't be able to see their faces, so he didn't care. He found himself smiling in bliss, the wonderful ideas and awesome pictures making their way to his mind.

A short drive later and Kyoya was standing out front. He ordered Tachibana to leave him be, go home, he'd call when he needed him. Tachibana obliged, and at that moment, he enjoyed the idea of his bodyguard. He was nice enough not to ask what he was doing, it was almost like he knew. Kyoya slipped his mask on, over thickly lashed grey eyes, and covering pale cheeks. He brushed his hair over the mask, allowing his black locks to fall into his eyes.

The youngest Ootori walked through the nearby alleyway, peering at every door he passed, then he stopped and turned, pulled his jacket on tighter, and knocked. The door opened a crack, and Kyoya smiled at the eyeball that seemed to greet him. He saw a ring of white around the eye, indicating a mask. He soon saw the entire face of the obvious bouncer, and was welcomed in. The bouncer was big, tall, and blonde. Obviously not Japanese.

Music pulsed its way into his veins, and he grinned, which was very un-Kyoya like. He walked towards the music, listening to it raise in volume, and listening to the techno beat urge it's way into the soles of his feet. He felt giddy, and was nearly jumping with excitement. He spent a bit of time walking further into the building, which was slowly getting more crowded. He slipped his jacket off and discarded it behind him, revealing a simply pale and toned torso. He heard a couple of whistles from around him. He was heading towards the bar to leave his…water…bottle…there. Shit. Kyoya smacked his forehead. He forgot his water bottle in the limo.

He looked around, then shrugged. His excitement made up for it. He got nudged by a girl, tall, almost as tall as him, and thin and dark skinned. Her lips were plump and her hair was long, reaching her waist. She pulled him by the wrist, slamming his torso against hers. She wore nothing but a short miniskirt, looked like denim, and her bra. Lacy and red. He bit his bottom lip, but decided to humor her for a bit. He let her dance against him, she ground her hips to his, and tried to kiss him. Obviously, she'd been doing drugs, and he slowly let her fade onto another boys lap. He strolled further into the crowd. Soon enough he was caught in a whirlpool of dancing. Now he didn't mind. The song had changed, had become more upbeat, and made him nearly drag the nearest person to dance with him. He did grab him, but the boy came on his own. Kyoya noticed he caught his eye because his hair was nearly short, blonde, and his mask was a simple white, covering the upper part of his face as well. His eyes where flashing colors from the dancing, and he found himself entranced in them.

They grabbed each other by the waist and found themselves rubbing more than dancing against each other. As the song slowed into a grind-core beat, a slower and very sexually lyrical beat, they found themselves running lips against shoulders and necks. Tongues playing on lips. Eyes gazing glassily into each other. Lustfully. They brushed hands through each other's hair, and found themselves whispering the lyrics into each others ears. Lyrics like 'I want to fuck you like an animal' mixed with 'I want to fucking tear you apart.'

This DJ was so good.

Tamaki's breathing was heavy and belated with every beat he was hearing, booming through speakers, each and every beat made its way into his blood, leading every cell right into his crotch. He felt thin hands splay across his chest, his arms, around to his back, caressing his bum. He couldn't help but let out a whimper, receiving a light moan from the other. The boy before him was beautiful, from what he'd seen. His hair was dark, his eyes seemed almost white in the reflecting strobe lights, his eyelashes were thick and shadowy. Tamaki licked his lips and wrapped his arms around the boys waist, so very thin. Almost frail. He felt his heart jump as the boy grabbed the back of his head, the string from his mask pressing into his scalp, and pushed their lips together. Soft, pale, and so very delicious.

There were sparks, fireworks, anything. The kiss deepened, their tongues met, and they went wild. Their bodies didn't want to disconnect, their hands were frantic. The dark haired boy fisted his hands in Tamaki's blond locks. Tamaki pressed his hands at the boys bum, bringing his hips closer. Gasps became louder than the music, or maybe the music was slowing. The DJ was speaking, she was stating the time and the next song, then the music caught up again. Everyone screeched in approval, and Tamaki and the other boy found themselves picking up their pace, actually paying close attention to the tempo of the music. Their lips moved, and the kiss was almost sloppy, but still chaste and sexy.

Tamaki's mind was swimming, he couldn't think coherently, he probably thought nothing of the fact that it was a boy he was kissing and dancing with. Their bodies nearly melded, then there was a loud, obnoxious siren. The jolted away from each other. The lights came on, and there was a panic. Kids crashed and slammed and bumped into each other as they tried to get out as fast as possible. Tamaki gripped the dark haired boy's hand, and stared into his eyes. As their skin slipped away, Tamaki reached up. He wanted to see who he felt such affection for. He wanted to know who this was, but the boy backed away. A smirk appeared on his face, and Tamaki's stomach lurched. He knew that smirk, but from where? While he wondered, the boy fluttered away, like the butterfly his mask resembled.

The next thing he knew Tamaki was sitting in a taxi cab, his eyelids heavy and his mind a bit woozy. Who was that person? Would he ever see them again? He had to thoroughly thank Renge for mentioning raves as a great outlet for stress. He paid the cab driver once he made it home, not remembering he asked for the ride, but of course everything slipped in one ear and right out the other after what had happened. Tamaki pulled his mask off, ruffled his hair, and snuck in his mansion through the kitchen door. He made it into his room, tackled his bed, and fell straight to sleep.

The sirens, the lights. It only meant one thing, the cops were onto them. Usually raves went on without interruption, but of course someone would be high enough to call another person and rat them out. So they got kicked out. Kyoya called Tachibana and got his ride back home. He sat in the back of his limousine and grinned goofily. That was the best rave he'd ever been to. He'd never made such a connection with someone, especially a boy. He had the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen, but he had never caught the real color. The lights were such a great reflection off of them, but it occurred to him whatever color they were, they were to be beautiful.

The boy himself was gorgeous, he had a gorgeous toned chest, sinewy upper arms, a slender neck. Similar to his body, but just a tiny bit darker. Maybe in comparison to the light hair. Oh, his hair. It was so soft between his fingers, when he clutched it as they kissed. It was like heaven.

Kyoya stopped. He sat up straight and shook his head. No. It was a fling. He probably wasn't Japanese, he'd probably never see him again. They'd never meet Maybe it was fate they shouldn't know who one another was. Maybe it was for the best.

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