Implosion

Implosion

Chapter 4: Falling

By: Rana Shalhoub

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

Neither of us are good for you
I sense that my heart thinks so too.
Yes, we agree. Yes, we will end it.
But why must him and I pretend it?

Tamaki's hand rested at his blond locks of hair, his purple eyes staring thoughtfully at the odd cracks in their dark wood furnishings. The peculiar erosions in the wood were interesting, and if he stared long enough pictures began to form. Ranging from beautiful to frightening, depending on how he felt, the pictures varied most of the time. This time he saw butterflies. Within their wings he saw the most gorgeous of eyes, heavy lashed and sexy. He frowned and glanced away from the table to look up at the clock. How much longer until the meeting started?

He spotted his friends wandering around the room. Haruhi and Mori were speaking, although Haruhi did all the talking. Tamaki watched carefully as Mori nodded, saw his throat move as he grunted in approval, and watched his eyes trace to glance at Hunny. Mori loved the little blond child, and would do absolutely anything to protect him, but Hunny was so strong. Strong physically and willfully, and Tamaki sort of envied the senior for that. Tamaki had virtually no will, and anything he wanted to do he did. In fact, he had the urge to give Haruhi a big hug, so he stood, pushed his seat back so it made the slightest of noises, and ran to her. His arms wrapped around her. Her expression was stoic, and she sighed.

"Daydreaming again, Tamaki-sempai?" She asked, her gaze solid and a bit irritated. She didn't enjoy the impromptu hugs. Tamaki's smile pulled down at the corners, how could she tell? He pulled away and ruffled her hair, then just settled for a simple hand on the shoulder. A gesture that showed he cared for her boundaries.

"Uhm… yes." He paused and looked around again. Kyoya was sitting at one of the tables, typing away on his laptop. He glanced over and blinked several times, then turned his attention back to the computer and the contents on the screen. Tamaki looked back at Haruhi, he smiled weakly. "I believe that host club is over for today, no one seems to be coming." He said. It hurt him to think that the ladies he loved to entertain so much decided not to arrive today, but maybe there was something going on in the school at the time. He glanced at Kyoya, who also looked confused.

The whole club room was cleaned, spotless it seemed, because the night before a large party was held in the room. The room had housed a rave, a mini-rave, but a rave none-the-less. Everyone had fun, and no masks were in order, the DJ from that one night was found, and everyone had enjoyed themselves. Tamaki even got his dance with Haruhi, and so did the rest of the club. A lot of fun was had, and a lot of laughter was shared. Even the guests didn't want to leave, but once the clock struck midnight, like any other fairytale, the fun ended. Everyone had trickled out slowly, leaving the host club members with a mess to clean and many tired hands. The DJ even thanked them for allowing him to play at such a prestigious school, but he settled with telling Kyoya that he'd rather play raves and hidden parties, they seemed to be more fun… and definitely lasted longer. From the night before, everyone still looked tired.

"It's settled," Kyoya began, "host club today ends early, it is a Friday anyways and I believe a break is in order. Tamaki?" He glanced over to the golden blond, and nudged him with a glance that said that he should agree. His grey eyes tugged at Tamaki's gut, he could just fall into those grey pools. The shading around his eyes was so perfect, thick and gorgeous lashes that could only be inherited. Then Kyoya smirked, and Tamaki's stomach lurched. He knew that smirk. He knew it, but from where?

"A…agreed. Club dismissed." He stuttered, pulling his hand from Haruhi's shoulder. She glanced up at him, her eyebrows pulled together with worry for her sempai, but she took the invitation to leave.

"I will see you Monday, sempai." She said, placing one of her thin hands on Tamaki's forehead, testing for temperature. The gesture showed she cared, her eyebrows still furrowed. She also glanced at Kyoya who looked at the blond with a tiny bit of envy, but she smiled warmly. He stopped glaring, and fixed his glasses. "Take care of yourselves, guys." Tamaki nodded, and gave her a weak hug, then moved himself to the music room's piano. He needed to think.

Everyone said their goodbyes, and he heard them all except for one. Kyoya was still typing away on his laptop, and once the last key was hit Kyoya saved the documents, all the information, and then shut down his computer. He shoved it into it's bag and then set everything on the table.

Tamaki pulled off the piano's key cover and then took a deep breath. He started to play, full passion and volume. Chopin's Waltz wafted through the room, through all the ears of anyone who was able to hear. Tamaki's fingers trickled against the keys, emotion flowing right through them masking the confusion he felt momentarily. His shoulders moved, his whole body was fluid with the music as the high notes came, the crescendo, his fingers trilled with the beautiful melody, and then he stopped. Abruptly. He placed his arms on the table, and sighed heavily, then he looked up and spotted Kyoya. Hm, he thought he'd left. He took another breath.

"Kyoya…" The whisper emitted, huskily from his throat, as if a reflex.

Kyoya had been busily typing on his laptop reviewing some information about his fathers company. He'd hacked, memorized, and saved loads of information. He could easily monopolize his fathers company now. His fingers began to feel a bit cramped soon after all the club members left, and he decided to save the latest information. He packed up all the computer supplies, charger and all, and then stood to leave. Then Tamaki began to play, and Kyoya couldn't resist. He sat back down, slowly turning to stare at Tamaki. He moved like the music was coming right out of his fingers rather than the grand piano. In comparison, Tamaki was so much prettier than the piano. Pretty. That explained Tamaki quite well.

Kyoya adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and listened intently to the emotion of the music. Sickly sweet, happy, a tune you could surely dance to. Tamaki's eyes were hard in concentration, but he rarely ever concentrated on playing. He must have had something else on his mind. Kyoya let his mind wander, and he wandered right to that night. That one night he spent at the rave party, the night with the beautiful boy with the colorful eyes. His eyes closed, the music wafted through his ears, and it furthered his imagination. The kiss they shared, so deep and passionate. As if they knew each other, as if it was more forbidden than it already had to be. Kyoya's shoulders shuddered, then the music stopped. His eyes opened and he glanced at the blond, then he heard his name. He blinked and stood, pushing the chair to the table.

"Yes, Tamaki?" He asked, curious to know why the club president had uttered his name, and in such an…inappropriate voice. It made the brunette's arms tingle, goosebumps. His light grey eyes scrutinized the blonde's movements as he placed his arms on the piano's lid, palms down, fingers curled.

"I… I don't know. Guess I said your name mindlessly." He admitted, and Kyoya tilted his head. He walked to Tamaki and leaned on the piano, facing him. They were right across from each other, and Kyoya smirked.

"Oh?..." Then as Kyoya gazed into Tamaki's eyes for the first time since Thursday night, he realized something. Tamaki's eye color reflected light color change, he noticed it last night, but never made the connection. As his mind expertly traced the mask of the boy at the rave, he placed it over Tamaki's face. It matched. It fucking matched. He gasped, bringing his hand to his mouth.

"Y..You…were at that rave! You…danced… with me." Kyoya gasped out, trying not to have his breathing falter, but it did. And he was gripping the piano's polished wood.

"What? What are you talking about?" Tamaki asked, standing quickly. His friend looked as if in pain, and he tried to walk quickly to his side, but stopped dead in his tracks as well. His eyes widened.

"You…YOU! Your Butterfly Boy!" He pointed accusingly, and Kyoya looked up at him, just as shocked at the outburst as Tamaki was. Tamaki brought the pointing hand to his lips, and his eyes widened even more… if possible.

"We… we kissed. Oh my Lord. Mon dieu…" Tamaki's voice faded into a whisper as he began to cuss in French.

"Ah! We kissed!" Kyoya jumped a couple feet away from Tamaki, a very belated reaction, but it took a while for the words to register. "We…kissed…and... Oh dear, we liked it didn't we?" He asked, mostly to himself as he looked at his hands.

"God yes…we liked it… but I'm sure if we'd have known…" He trailed off again, and Kyoya soon finished his sentence… but probably not the way he'd want to have stated it.

"We'd have liked it more…" Kyoya completed, and then they looked up at each other. Both shocked at the realization.

Tamaki let his eyes fall back down to the floors, and he grimaced and let out a stream of profanities, he kept switching from French and back. "Fuck…Okay…uhm…" He said, trying to start and explanation… but he had nothing. Finally Tamaki walked over to the nearest couch, and just sat on it, staring at the wall opposite him. Soon Kyoya joined him.

"I…guess we don't need to address this." Kyoya began, glancing at him with worry in his grey eyes.

"But we should." Tamaki muttered, and turned his gaze towards him, and they locked eyes for a moment. "H…How'd you figure it out?" He asked.

"I… guess it was your eyes. Last night, at the party, the lights… your eyes change within the light." Kyoya stated, and scooted a bit closer to Tamaki.

"I… I guess they do… Hey, what're you doing?" Tamaki asked, inching further from Kyoya, a bit reluctantly.

"Just want to ask… how long have you been going to raves?" He asked, and Tamaki chuckled. Kyoya blinked at him, and as he waited for a legitimate answer Tamaki broke into a laughter. Kyoya smiled and shook his head.

"A couple of months, I just got into the scene… one of my friends from Europe told me about these late parties, and how good they were at relieving stress…" He murmured, still chuckling under his breath.

"So you're relatively new…" Kyoya stated the obvious, and sighed. He leaned back against the couch and stared at the chandelier above them. "That night was fun… I've actually been thinking about it a lot… it's nice to put a face to the fantasies." He mumbled.

Tamaki's eyes widened again, then he shook his head. "Fantasies, now?"

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it…" Kyoya accused, and he glanced at Tamaki. His eyes were solemn.

"Constantly… it was something that helped me get by this Haruhi business…" Tamaki whispered.

Kyoya smiled and let a hand run through his hair. His eyes closed and he took in a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.

"Fantasies. I guess it is nice to put a face to the fantasies. It's also nice that I've finally taken notice to your eyes… you know they are really gorgeous? Tres jolie… especially your lashes." Tamaki complimented.

"You're the one with the violet eyes, I get hypnotized sometimes." Kyoya said, eyes still closed as he smiled lazily.

"Really?" Tamaki asked.

"Quite."

"Oh… Well I guess we should be leaving." Tamaki said lightheartedly, and Kyoya looked at him. His eyes flashed in distress. It was just getting enjoyable. "Relax, Kyoya, I'll come over tomorrow."

Kyoya smiled and nodded. "That sounds nice, I'll expect you at lunch or so. That way we can eat and have enough energy to… uhm…"

"Talk?"

"Yes… talk." Kyoya said, then winked, causing Tamaki to burst into laughter.

A couple minutes later they locked up and left the room, boyishly smacking each other around until they got to the entrance gates and parted ways.

Yaaaay! Resolve, happiness. I smiled at this chapter, and couldn't help putting it up so soon. I still expect you to review chapter 3, even though it was filler. I need reach 20 reviews so I can post the new chapter, which is full of lemon and citrussy stuffs.