Implosion

Implosion

Chapter 3: False Hope

By: Rana Shalhoub

Disclaimer: I own none of Ouran High School Host Club, if I did…oh. If I did. You have no idea.

Up for a fight, but as it seems
We don't hate one another, that's not what we mean.
We both love you, of course we do,
The question is do you love us too?

Kyoya walked around the host club room, scribbling random notes on his clipboard. New information about what he should sell to host club attendees. It was helpful, writing all this down, because all he was really doing today was staring at Tamaki and Haruhi and probably forgetting all the notes as he wrote them down. Back and forth, he argued with himself.

What kind of liberty does he think he has? Haruhi is her own person! She doesn't want him!

But what if she does?

But what if she doesn't? What if she hates it?

Right then he saw Haruhi cover her mouth and chuckle as Tamaki tugged at her ear. The girls before them were swooning, giggling, and applauding.

She…likes it. Oh my. But, what about me?

Go over there! Do something!

No. No, I shouldn't. That would seem obvious.

Haruhi then stood and walked on over to Mori and Hunny. She began to converse with them, Hunny handed her a piece of tiramisu cake, and she smiled. Kyoya's heart and mind relaxed as he saw that warm smile, and he then glanced at Tamaki. He was staring at her too. This infuriated him, and he walked to the nearest unoccupied table and, quietly but angrily, shoved his clipboard onto the pretty paneled wood. The host club was all cheer, but he was unable to feel such festivities. He began to jot down ideas for later Host Club dates. Different ideas.

Tropical parties, already a theme that they had succeeded at, could be furthered. Today was Monday, so he could easily get some lilies, raise the temperature in the music room, and have his fathers company helpers flood the room with trees and flowers. He'd also need a couple hundred colorful, not fake, leis. Perhaps in blue, pink, orange, and even ivory. It seemed like a peaceful and safe idea, so he jotted it down, but then he thought a bit more. He didn't want all their themes to be safe. Kyoya placed his index finger and thumb to his forehead and massaged carefully, thinking hard. His eyes shot open at an idea.

"Rave party…" He whispered, so low that no one should have been able to hear. Seemingly, no one did, but a pair of eyes glanced over at the boy with glasses. Purple, deep, and emotional eyes. The most gorgeous shades of violet. If only Kyoya had looked up to have his eyes meet and admire them. Kyoya scribbled down so many ideas, all of them running through his mind in a waterfall of knowledge. Strobe lights, D.J., extra wardrobe for the girls who couldn't change after classes. The party would have to have a set date, so he tried to write a couple down. The sooner the better, he thought. Perhaps because he wanted to have the chance to dance with Haruhi. He wanted to hold a pair of slender hips, stare into meaningful eyes, whisper into a pale and soft ear. Kyoya's mind began to wander and his writing hand nearly went limp as it tried to write his ideas on its own. Colored lights, lots of techno, some food…he scribbled, his writing losing its calligraphic quality.

Kyoya's wandering mind traced thoughts of a bare back, pale and smooth, lush lips, wet and eager. He grabbed his hair with one of his hands and gripped the ends of his hair, trying to wake himself up. Discreetly he stood and walked to the room in the back of the music room, where they stored the food and, now, the instant coffee. He shut the door behind him, the darkness enveloping him in a sense of security, and he took a deep breath. The sweet smell of sugar, the bitter smell of coffee, all made him a bit calmer. He slid against the door, having his rear meet the floor he collapsed and relaxed against the sturdy wood.

"Damn it…" He murmured into his hand as he tried to breathe again. He wanted to scream, really. How could someone like him even think of such things… and what was worse? He never saw her face… in his mind. It was always the same body, the same alabaster back, the same frail fingers. His mouth watered, he found himself craving to taste the salty sweet skin that looked so very flawless. Once again he saw no face, not even hair, just pale lips spread out into an alluring smile. Why did he tempt himself so? Why was his mind trying to thoroughly drive him crazy? He wanted to see those big brown eyes… to assure himself that it was Haruhi he loved. He stared up, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness, and he felt his breath even out again. Kyoya sighed, took another deep breath for good measure, and exhaled.

With his mind clear, the Shadow King began to think straight. About that rave party, he knew where his inspiration was from. The techno music that had played, he'd have to find that DJ and purchase him for the party so the same song could play. Hopefully he'd dance with Haruhi while the same song played. Hopefully she'd let him run his hands along her waist. Hopefully they would kiss. Hopefully, dear God hopefully, all his dreams would become reality. If only for one night.

Kyoya's hand ran through his hair in an attempt to pull the thoughts from his mind, but that didn't work, and only more thoughts ensued. His mind wandered back to that night at the rave, with the light haired, colorful eyed boy. He was so… intriguing. The Shadow King could almost go crazy trying to think of what color those eyes were, obviously not of normal shade. The hues of color that the butterfly boy's eyes had taken were reflected by the change in light colors, if the lights were yellow they looked almost dark denim, and if the lights were red they looked nearly black. Kyoya shuddered.

"Kyoya. Are you alright?" A familiar voice asked. Kyoya's eyes had been closed for a moment, and he opened them abruptly at the sound. He scrambled to his feet, adjusted his glasses, and cleared his throat.

"Yes Kaoru?" He asked, almost easily enough so that it sounded casual. He was a bit surprised that Kaoru sounded alone. Maybe Hikaru got hungry? Maybe club was over? Oh dear, he hadn't sold anything today. Kyoya sighed and opened the door.

"What were you doing in here? In the dark, none-the-less?" Kaoru asked, his tone had an edge to it. Was that worry?

"Oh, I just sat down to think. I…uhm… think better in the dark. I have an idea for a nearer club date, maybe next Thursday." He proposed the idea, as if it so casually came up in the conversation by itself. He stepped out of the dark room that had become illuminated by the outside light. Well, the club was over. Haruhi was cleaning up. Kyoya bit the inside of his cheek.

"Oh? An idea? Oh dear King, Mother has a proposition!" He called jokingly, and Tamaki was there within a millisecond.

"A proposition, you say? Dear Mother, inform us!" He insisted in his 'lords-voice'. A deep voice that insisted he was 'Father' of the club. Even though Kyoya tended to run everything… just like a mother, actually.

Kyoya took a breath and smirked. "Rave party." He said, suggesting it more than saying it. Kyoya seemed shocked, though, when he looked at how Tamaki's face gave of hundreds of different emotions at once, from shocked to excited, then settled on happy.

"Oh! That's a wonderful idea! Brilliant! We'll have bright colorful lights, maybe even make it a masked rave!" He stated, it seems, from experience. And now it was Kyoya's turn to feel the different emotions. Confusion, excitement, surprise. Usually if Kyoya suggested it, Tamaki denied it. But… this was wonderful! Kyoya felt a swelling sense of pride, but kept it under way with a simple adjustment of his glasses, a smirk, and a stroll back to his clipboard.

"So… Next Thursday, starting at 6 PM. You know the school wont let us start it at 9, like all the real raves do." Kyoya stated.

"How would you know?" Asked Hikaru, and Kaoru nudged him in the side as if to say 'none of your business.' Even though it wasn't, he still waited for the answer.

"Uhm, haven't you seen American films? Rave's are always held at 9 or later, until at least 6 AM." He said, his body still turned away so they could not see that he had sweat beads on his forehead. Had the caught him?

"Oh, I think I have seen one!" Hunny exclaimed happily.

"Hmm, actually I think I have seen one." Tamaki said, but anyone who was really listening would notice that it wasn't that convincing.

Haruhi walked by the confiding group and picked up all the plates and teacups. She set them all in the sink, and kept working. Kyoya saw her shuffle back and forth, from the small kitchen in the back to each table. She wiped them all clean, and the Shadow King bit the inside of his cheek again. Tamaki was staring too, seeming very distant from the group that surrounded him. The way she sauntered around, ignoring all around her, just wanting to get out. She probably wanted to go home, probably wanted to study, probably had better things to do than sit here and do nearly nothing productive. The debt had to be taken into consideration, though. She did happen to break an 80,000 dollar vase. If she wasn't going to pay them back, then working for punishment would have to do.

Tamaki almost felt bad, having to nearly enslave poor Haruhi, but it was still quite funny how she'd learned to befriend them all. She was so down to earth, and he admired that. So did Kyoya. Neither of the two wanted to blame Haruhi for nearly ruining their friendship, even though, without knowing it, that is exactly what she was doing.

"So it's settled." Spoke Kaoru, rushing the conversation along, "Uhm, I think club should be dismissed. We do have to get home soon, right Hikaru?" He asked.

"Ah? Oh, yes. Kaoru, can we stop and get something? Maybe curry?" He asked back, and they walked off having a conversation about what they should stop and get to eat, they both agreed it should be spicy.

"H-hey!" Tamaki tried to stop them, but sighed and shrugged. "Alright then, club dismissed, see you tomorrow." He mumbled and then found himself yawning.

Haruhi glanced up then, smiled and ran to the back room to pull off her apron. She walked out of the room soon after Hikaru and Kaoru, running to catch the next bus to her home. Soon after she exited Hunny and Mori walked out of the room, Hunny riding piggyback on Mori and asking him if he knew how custard was made.

Tamaki and Kyoya stood, across from one another in the music room, and they peered at each other. From beyond Kyoya's lashes, grey eyes flashed with ambition. Tamaki's eyes stayed deep and full of all kinds of emotion, ready to overflow at the drop of a hat. They stayed like that for nearly a minute, until Kyoya stood straight and fixed his glasses upon the bridge of his nose.

"Well… we best be getting to our homes." Kyoya began calmly.

"Hm." Tamaki loosened his shoulders and shuffled to the door as Kyoya began to lock up, "Mother… I don't like where this is going. We're starting to hate each other." He said almost sullenly.

Kyoya stopped in his tracks and bit the inside of his cheek. He was right. He really was right. The Japanese boy looked across at the half-French blond, and he sighed.

"You may be right, but how are we to solve this problem? We can't very well split her in half… I'm sure Hunny wouldn't make a great King Solomon." He said, and Tamaki smirked.

"Right, right. I guess it's for her to decide. Truce?" Tamaki asked as he strode over and put out his hand.

"What? No hug? Not that I'm complaining but… oh dear, is Tamaki growing up?" Kyoya asked teasingly, and Tamaki chuckled, then Kyoya took his hand, and shook it, then released it.

"We'll always remain friends, as long as we allow it."

"As long as I allow it."

The two strode off, locking the music room door, and leaving Haruhi to decide their friendships fate. Without her knowledge.

Alright, sweethearts. I had to spend at least 2 days of my vacation writing most of this... And I'm happy. I actually got something done. I'm working on the 4th chapter right now, and I hope you revivew this chapter so I can put it up.