"...Tamaki senpai is so kind to his guests! I wonder if I'll get the chance to have him personally." Cho had been chatting, or more like squealing, about Tamaki from the moment she laid eyes on Kyoya. He thought the date might be a nice change, a walk in the park or something similar, but as soon as the first mention of him left her mouth, he was done for.

She had an obsession with Tamaki, and everything in the way she spoke and acted confirmed this as a fact. She kept a head shot of him in her purse, something she must have cut from one of the clubs magazines, and was proud to show it off to whoever would look, as if he were her boyfriend.

Kyoya was tired of hearing made up stories about the clubs king and decided he would be better off listening to Tamaki himself. At least he would only boast half as much. And maybe most of it would be true enough.

He was staring up at the ceiling, waiting for her to finish a gripping story about a swimming trip they had taken at one of the resorts. Kyoya himself didn't particularly remember it from the past, but he let her continue anyway. He simply didn't listen anymore and instead opted for watching his hand reflect off of the dust in the room. At least it could hold his attention for more than a millisecond.

When they got to the room first, Kyoya thought it might actually work out. He didn't care to hear her speak anymore, but with her mouth crushed against his, he didn't need to worry much. He got so far as to take his shirt off when she started up again, pointedly asking him what workout regiment Tamaki was on to keep his shape. That's when he retreated to the safety of lying down by the window.

When the two hour mark passed he excused himself and locked the door to the bathroom behind him. His cellphone was out before he made up his mind to even call him, his fingers touching the familiar keys that were worn from use.

"Hello?" His voice was groggy from sleep and Kyoya realized what time it was.

"Tamaki, I was wondering if you could pick me up."

"Pick you up? It's almost eleven. I need my beauty sleep!" Kyoya rolled his eyes at the so obvious Tamaki-answer, but smiled to himself anyway.

"My usual men are running a late schedule and it would be bothersome for me to contact someone not as close to the city."

He sighed heavily into the speaker and Kyoya was almost afraid he had fallen back asleep.

"Okay. I'll be there."

Kyoya blurted out the name of a random street near the hotel and decided he would walk to meet Tamaki rather than have him know what exactly was going on. He didn't think Cho would mind much, unless she found out who was picking him up.

It was a Saturday night, almost Sunday morning, so they didn't have to worry about rushing to class on a late nights sleep. If it wasn't for this, Kyoya would have just driven home by himself, accompanied by a family car. Although he was lying about the late schedule and not having a way home, he thought it made up for itself in the end. Besides, no one could cheer a person up like Tamaki Suoh.

Cho was already asleep when he crept out of the bathroom. She had nuzzled up next to her photo of Tamaki and was clutching Kyoya's shirt to her face. He sighed when he realized that shirt wasn't coming back and grabbed for his jacket instead. He was lucky he took it despite the warm evening.

The city was quiet for a weekend as Kyoya walked around the block. He kept his hands in his pockets and his head down, the way he always did to keep attention of off himself. He couldn't be sure what vehicle Tamaki was going to have, but he was sure it would be extravagant as always. This was the great Tamaki after all.

When he found the corner he instructed Tamaki to meet him on, he stopped and adjusted his glasses. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long. Kyoya thought of Cho back in the room by herself and felt almost a twinge of guilt. She was pretty cute and innocent in the most logical sense of the word. She only came up to Kyoya's shoulder blade and had a constant smile plastered on her face. He thought about how much her cheeks should hurt. But the way she wouldn't stop talking hurt Kyoya's head and the bad feeling left right away.

In a matter of minutes, Tamaki pulled up in an expensive black car. He sat in the back with his driver in front and opened the door for Kyoya before the older man got the chance to get out.

Kyoya expected him to be mad for calling so late, but he was greeted with a typical Tamaki smile. He just can't stop giving.

As soon as Kyoya slid in beside Tamaki he was met with a strange stare. "Where's your shirt?"

Kyoya looked down at himself and cursed Cho for taking it. Now he would have to come up with an excuse that could suffice in a such a quick setting.

"Ah, at the restaurant earlier a waitress knocked over a bottle of red wine and it stained my shirt. It was ruined anyway so I got rid of it." The lie seemed believable enough for the moment. Tamaki nodded slowly and looked at the small opening Kyoya's jacket left at his chest. The skin there was so milky white and exposed he couldn't seem to look away.

Without speaking, Tamaki silently undid his own plush coat and removed his first shirt. Underneath was a thin muscle shirt, but it was something. He shrugged himself back into the coat and handed the button-up to Kyoya.

"So what were you doing in this town? Meeting with someone important I assume." Tamaki took his gaze off of Kyoya changing and moved to his face when the moment calmed down. Kyoya was acting rather suspicious tonight.

"Something of that sort." Kyoya's eyes trailed out the tinted windows to the landscape around. He already felt better being back in this setting.

"Kyoya?"

"Hm?" He was lost in the drive, calmed by the flow of the tires over road.

"Have the twins asked you anything weird lately?" Tamaki had his fingers to his mouth but would never dare bite down in fear of ruining his perfect nails.

"Weird? What do you mean?" Kyoya knew what he could mean but he had to play dumb in all instances with the twins. There was no way another person was being let in on this secret. Three host club members were enough as it was. He could already imagine Tamaki pinching his cheeks and picking on him for being 'pure'.

"Never mind, maybe they haven't gotten to you yet." He smiled to himself, almost a little sadly.

"Kyoya?"

"Yes?"

"You didn't really need a ride did you." Kyoya's glasses flashed against the lights outside the window and he lowered his chin.

Here was the only person to ever read him like such an open book. And Kyoya didn't know whether to smile or find a better mask to hide behind.

When Kyoya got back to his room, he collapsed on the bed right away. These days were becoming longer and longer every time he woke up and he wondered when it would ever end. When he would ever become the person he was supposed to be. Even the twins were trying their hardest to help him out and yet he never went through with it.

What was so wrong with him?

Before he fell asleep he sent a simple text message to two red-headed boys who were determined to change his life even though he didn't deserve it.

To: Hikaru, Kaoru
'Who's next?'
- Kyoya Ootori

Authors Note: Is anyone excited for a little peek into Honey's 'experiences' next chapter? (; As always, thank you so much for the great feedback! Over 1,250 views in only a few days wow! :'3 Any comments/suggestions will be completely considered so don't be shy! xoxo - Sarah ps. Happy Valentines Day everyone!