Yeah another chapter! Aren't you proud? Ok this slightly implies abuse, but nothing happens. What can I say, I don't like Kyoya's dad.
Why were Mondays so freaking awful.
Tamaki thought as he launched himself in the air, landing somewhat gracefully on his bed. He breathed into his sheets, only slightly concerned that they smelled of wet dog before turning his head to look out the window.
It was storming, and lighting light up the sky and heated the air constantly. He had called Haurhi, being the concerned father that he was, but since she didn't answer he could only assume she had her earplugs in.
He of course canceled the Host Club so everyone could go home and relax from the gloomy weather. The only one who wasn't happy was of course, Kyoya. What the heck did he do on Mondays anyway?
Maybe the better question was what did he do on stormy days? He probably caught up on homework, did budget stuff for the club, and other Kyoya like things.
Assuming that he was basically doing nothing that couldn't be done later, Tamaki picked up his phone and dialed Kyoya's number. It rang twice before going to voice mail. He tried again just in case Kyoya just decided to ignore his call, which happened pretty often.
This time though the phone never rang and went straight to voice mail. Odd, he thought, Kyoya never turns his phone off. Something inside him started to panic, this has only happened once before.
With trembling hands he called the house number. It rang only once before someone answered. "Ootori house hold." The women's voice said. "Hi this is Suoh is Kyoya there by chance?"
He tried not to gnaw his knuckles off as he waited for the women to connect him. After what seemed hours another voice spoke.
"Hello?"
"Kyoya! Are you ok? You're not hurt are you? I'll call the police this time remember!"
"Whoa slow down you moron, I'm fine"
"Are you sure? You're not lying are you? I swear if you are lying to me-"
"Tamaki, shut up." Tamaki clamped his mouth closed. "Look I dropped my phone in puddle so that's why I didn't pick up. Why were you so freaked out?"
"Because last time you didn't pick up…" He trailed off, not entirely sure if he should proceed. A loud bang shook the windows, and he faintly heard Kyoya's long sigh on the other end.
"Tamaki, he's not hurting me. He hasn't done anything to me in a while ok, so don't worry about it." The tone was off, like he was only trying to convince Tamaki and maybe himself as well.
Tamaki let himself come off the adrenaline train and breathed in deeply.
"But you would tell me if he was right?" There was a long pause.
"Tamaki I don't think-"
"No, you will tell me, I don't even know why I asked. If he ever hits you or hurts you again you will tell me."
He heard Kyoya chuckled from the other line. "Kyoya," he growled, well almost, he never growled.
"Ok."
"Ok what?"
"I'll tell you." Tamaki sat completely still.
"Say it, say you promise."
"I promise, and Tamaki?"
"Yeah?"
"Please stop being such a moron." Click.
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