Guide To An Unsucsessful Relationship
Chapter Four: Games of War
The terrific thing about love is that so many great games have been invented as a result!
"No, You Hang Up!" Why en a call like a normal human being when you can indulge in the enjoyable sort of arguing about who should hang up first?
He giggled like a bubbly schoolgirl and switched the ear his cellphone was pressed against. "No, Kyouya. You hang up."
A couple of miles away, the Ootori boy resisted the urge to kill something, and—as calmly as he possibly could—replied, "No, you hang up, Kaoru."
"No, you do it."
"Kaoru, come on—"
"You hang up."
"This is getting annoying. Hang up."
"Kyouya," he whined, "Just hang up."
"You do it."
"Kyouya, you—" a dial tone sounded and, affronted, Kaoru looked to see the 'call ended' signal on his screen.
"What the—" he pressed redial and when his boyfriend finally answered 'hello' on the other end of the line, he loudly accused, "You hung up on me!!!!"
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"Hey, Let's Fight!" It's easy to play and even easier to win. Simply be the first to ask a question the other person won't be able to answer without causing a huge argument.
It was a normal day in the host club music room; clients had come and gone with happy giggles and cries. That left only the hosts, relaxing and enjoying each others company. Hikaru and Haruhi were situated on a couch, chattering idly about school, family and Haruhi's agreement to take a part time job under the Hitachiin and Suoh residences. Tamaki was situated opposite them, spread out and napping with his bear; something Hunny would usually do. Speaking of the shorter host, he was currently ravaging the snack cupboards, munching randomly while his cousin stood idly by, watching.
On the other hand, Kyouya was typing furiously on his laptop, converting his financial loses into gains and generally defying political science. Kaoru sat next to him, watching the screen with a bored expression and thinking. Always a dangerous sign.
"Hey, Kyouya…?" the Hitachiin ventured, casually reaching out and placing a hand on his boyfriends arm to stay the typing.
Cooley, the youngest of the Ootori's turned calculating eyes to amber ones and, in a saccharine tone, answered, "Yes, Kaoru?"
"Do you think…" he took a deep breath, "Do you think I'm…fatter than when we met?"
Kyouya blinked. "Are you serious, Kaoru?"
"And another thing! Which one of us loves the other one more?" the other boy was relentless, plowing on with another stupid question.
By now, the two had successfully gained the attention of the other hosts, and the audience now listened with keen ears. Kyouya slapped a palm to his forehead and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kaoru…"
"Also, if we were to break up which one of my friends would you date?"
Deathly silence reigned, during which time the bespectacled brunette sighed, knowing a fight—or more accurately, three—were brewing and, intending to get them over quicker, he chose the most reasonable answers.
"Alright," Kyouya conceded, adjusting his glasses and staring Kaoru directly in the eye. "In no particular order, your answers are: me, just a bit in the shoulder but it suits you, and Haruhi."
Silence. Everyone blinked, Haruhi secretly thinking 'ME!?!', but keeping her out gasp to herself. Everyone waited to see Kaoru's reaction and Kyouya could even swear he had seen the faintest hint of a smirk on his lover's lips before the storm broke.
"How the hell do you get off thinking that I don't love you enough?!?! I love you plenty more than you love me—and, and at least 8 million times more than Haruhi! God, where did that even come from!?! Do you think about her having sex?!" Hikaru flinched. "Oh wait, you have to because my d=shoulders are such disgusting pigs that you have to picture that twig under you." Hikaru flinched again, but no one paid him any mind as Kaoru finished off grandly. "Just who the hell do you think you are?!??!"
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"What's wrong? Nothing." You can play for just a few minutes, hours, or even weeks on end. And the rules are so simple to learn.
In all honesty, Kyouya was peeved. Why? Why was Kaoru acting this way? And why did he care again? Oh right, he didn't…But then why was he acting like this.
Kaoru was acting… detached. Estranged. Distant. Cold. Lonely. All of these, and yet whenever questioned, he'd give the same detached, distant and cold answer of "nothing". And this was what bothered Kyouya. If nothing was wrong, than Kaoru wouldn't be acting that way. In a sense, the red head way lying to him, and yet he could not prove it.
Hikaru couldn't seem to tell either, or he just wouldn't share the information he had gathered with the Shadow King; another quality that pissed the Ootori off. He and Kaoru were brothers—twins—and had often prided themselves on being practically psychic when it came to each other, and yet now…no one could tell what was bugging the younger of the Hitachiins.
This charade continued for five days until Kyouya finally cracked. Kaoru didn't even see it coming when his boyfriend pushed him into the wall, successfully trapping the shorter boy against the wall.
"Kaoru…?" he said quietly, his tone low ad warning. Kaoru's amber eyes grew wide and he shook his head, already knowing what was coming. Kyouya pressed on. "Kaoru…what's wrong?"
"N-n-n-nothing," the red head stuttered.
"I don't buy that, Kaoru." Again, he said the younger boy's name, stressing his personal feel in this speech. "Now tell me: Kaoru, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I told you!" Kaoru's tone turned defensive. Attempting to push his senpai off him resulted in nothing; the brunette was much larger than the red head muscle wise, and used all of this to keep his sex-buddy pinned to the wall. Kaoru sneered, huffing, "Kyouya, let go of me! I don't want to talk to you now."
"Not until you tell me what's wrong. Tell me now, and I'll let you go."
"This is sexual harassment, Kyouya," Kaoru sneered, struggling again. "Let me GO!!"
"What kind of boyfriend or even friend would I be if I let you act like this? You haven't even told Hikaru, have you?"
Dropping his defenses, Kaoru looked down. "He didn't ask…"
"Well, I'm asking now. Kaoru, what's wrong? And don't lie to me this time."
The red head didn't look up, instead he traced the line of the knots in Kyouya's shoes laces with his eyes, fighting tears. Forcing a tender tone in his voice, Kyouya traced a finger under Kaoru's chin, forcing the twin to look up at him. Again, he tried. "Kaoru, what's wrong?"
A single tear slid down Kaoru's cheek and he took a deep breath. "Okay…okay, do you really want to know…?"
Kyouya nodded slowly. "Yyeess."
Kaoru took another breath, sighing.
"Nothing."
