Ok so first off I need to apologize for my long absence, school kind of got in the way of my life. Ugh college can be a beast sometimes… Anyway, this chapter is much longer than the first, you are welcome to critic it because as I have said before, I suck at writing. It is also very annoying that I haven't figured out this sites format either, kinda of a pain, you know? Two more things and then you may read on, I promise! I want to thank ClingyShipping for being the first person for reviewing, and leaving such a nice on at that! Last but not least the disclaimer: Don't own!
Tamaki practically pounced onto the steps of the Ootori mansion, his big goofy smile plastered onto his face. Today was just simply a good day for this Suoh, Haurhi had been dressed in the cutest cosplay today, the twins didn't cause quite as much trouble as they usually do, and despite being quieter than usual, Kyoya had been in a good mood. By the end of the day the prince of the Host Club was just a bubble of happiness.
What made him even more excited was that he would get to spend some time with his best friend, just the two of them. Course Kyoya hadn't exactly asked him to come over to play but he figured since he was bringing Kyoya's laptop to him, the Shadow King would owe him. Their relationship was in a way, twisted, but it worked for them. I mean, where else would you find blackmail and pay backs as suitable ways to get the other to hang out?
Tamaki shove one long finger on the doorbell and bounced in place expecting a reply to come almost immediately like it always did. After a few minutes though it dawned on him that the servants were not working today. He hit himself lightly on the face for forgetting such a fact. Taking his ring of keys from his pocket, he found Kyoya's house key and opened the door with a simple turn of the key and click of the doorknob.
Once Kyoya had figured out that the blonde was going to be coming over to his house quite consistently he gave Tamaki a key, and Tamaki did the same. This did come with boundaries however, Kyoya had made sure that there were certain times the King was no longer allowed over due to certain events. Events meaning Tamaki had tried to wake Kyoya before 11:30 on a Saturday and it didn't end well for the poor king. To Tamaki, there was nothing fiercer than an exhausted Kyoya. Although, Tamaki never understood why the Shadow King would stay up so late.
Letting himself in to the familiar large mansion, he called for Kyoya. "Kyoya! Mon Ami! You forgot your laptop at the music room." He received no response, the house was dead quiet, and just like that Tamaki's mood went from bubbly to uneasy. An odd shiver ran though his spine. Maybe Kyoya was just hiding waiting to jump out and scare him? No that was too much like the twins, and not really Kyoya's style. Maybe he was taking a nap in his room? That could be true, the teen was often so tired that he took little naps during the day just to keep up with his father's demands.
He walked quickly to his friends' bedroom, because with each passing minute he grew more and more nervous about the situation, and he seriously hoped that he was just over reacting. Without knocking, Tamaki quickly shoved open the door, but found the room to be dark and vacant. "Kyoya, are you in here?" He ventured a little further into the room eventually ending up at the table in center of the room. "Kyoya, where are you?" He asked the empty room as he set the laptop on the desk in the center of the room. Turning on his heel Tamaki strode out of the room, desperate now to find his vice president. "Kyoya!" He shouted to the walls. It echoed around the house, filling the president with even more sense of worry. Where in the world could he be? He thought.
A small crack filled the silence, it sounded like a plate or something like glass being set down on a table. It was coming from the kitchen. For the second time that day Tamaki smacked his hand on his face, only this time with a little more force. If he was in the kitchen this whole time, I'll kill him. Which of course wasn't true, but Tamaki had been seriously freaked out and that made him more than just a bit upset. Marching into the kitchen he announced himself, "Kyoya, you better have a good reason, that you didn't answer me, I was worried si…" He stopped in his tracks.
There was blood on the floor around the island table, the smell filled his nose making his eyes water. For a moment, Tamaki couldn't move, his legs were like cinder blocks locking him to the floor. For that moment all he could think or even say was, "No, no, this can't be happening." That's when he heard the faintest most desperate sound of his life. "Tam-" it whispered. A few seconds later he heard it again, "Tam-, Tama…" And that was the last he heard.
That voice pulled Tamaki out of his daze and he sprinted around the table, terrified of what he would find, but if his friend needed him, nothing would stop him from doing just that. What he found would forever be engraved into his memory. The stench of the blood, and the site of his best friend caught in the coils of a gigantic snake. It's mouth on Kyoya's throat, fangs buried within the flesh. The coil squeezing what was the rest of his friend's life out. Tamaki didn't waste a millisecond.
He leaped at the snake's massive head and tried pulling it off of Kyoya, but the fangs were like fish hooks, pulling would only cause more damage. He tried pulling the thing off but it was like wrestle with a bull, the damn thing was just incredibly strong. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a large knife out of a drawer and went to work on the beast's neck, sawing off its head. The snake writhed and squirmed but held on the Kyoya's throat, willing to die as long as it took the Ootori with it. There was no way that he would ever allow that to happen and with one final swipe, the head and body were separated, and even more blood pooled around the three.
The head was still attached to Kyoya's neck, so reaching over, Tamaki gently pushed down on the head till they were no longer jammed into Kyoya's neck. He tossed the head to the side and quickly untangled his friend from the dead sake's cold grasp. For just a split second, Tamaki stilled and looked Kyoya over. His neck had large gashes from the fangs, and many of his ribs looked to be broken, if not all of them. His wrist looked like it had been torn apart by a shredder, and his nails were bloodied from trying to pull the snake off of him.
Blood seemed to ooze out of the thin, broken body, that was his best friend. Tamaki was panicking now, breathing heavily, he put two fingers on the wrist that wasn't torn to pieces and waited for any small pulse that might be there. A minute pasted and there was no pulse. "Oh my gosh, oh no no no, Kyoya, please wake up." He shook his friends shoulder, he was close to hysterically tears now. "Kyoya!" He practically screamed. CPR, you idiot! He gently put his mouth over Kyoya's and tried desperately to breathe all the life back into the youngest Ootori.
He felt blood on his lips, and by this point he was in fact hysterically crying. Not really about the blood but about the loud crack that heard when he tried to push down on Kyoya's chest, and how all the ribs slid around in the cavity freely. It was enough to make him sick to his stomach, but he would not quit until his friend was back with him. Ten minutes later, which seemed to drag on like hours to Tamaki, Kyoya finally awoke.
He coughed blood, half of which ended up in Tamaki's mouth. Out of pure surprise Tamaki jumped off of Kyoya, sputtering the blood out of his mouth as well. Kyoya's gagged and cough blood; his chest heaved trying to breathe in air. When he could painfully breath, Kyoya was looking around frantically for the snake, which his eyes eventually spotted on the blood soaked floor. Making a fearful sound, Kyoya tried to move away from the dead animal, but Tamaki caught him and gently held him in his arms.
Kyoya was shaking from head to toe, so Tamaki did the only thing he could do and tried to comfort him as best as he could. "It's ok Kyoya, it's dead I promise, you're ok now." Taking out his cell phone to call 911 he noticed that his own hands were shaking. He took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself as he maneuvered Kyoya to lay in his lap. "It's going to be ok Kyoya, I'm calling for an ambulance right now," but just before he could put his finger on the nine there was loud click to his left. They both froze as they looked up and saw three large men all holding handguns. The guns pointing directly at the host's heads.