Ho-yeah, it's about to get interesting! D
Aiko will have a bigger role as the story goes on, as you'll be able to tell from this chapter. She has somewhat of a past with Tamaki and Kyoya so…yeah! And due to my random thought process, I will most likely either be dumping some random chizz on you guys, or I will try to keep this as serious as I can. This also has to do with one of my random prompts that I came up with involving Kyoya and Tamaki. Mainly Kyoya xD And there will most likely be a few time skips in this.
Warning: Kyoya may be a little bit OOC in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own OHSHC; I only own Akira, and Aiko c:
02: The only thing worse than not knowing, is you thinking that I don't know
One month later…
—*Akira*—
During the next month, I had gotten to know the host club a little bit. Haruhi and I became friends, and agreed with Kyoya that Tamaki and the twins are a group of morons. Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai both still seem really nice, but I still don't know them too well. One thing though, is that Tamaki has, for some reason, become protective of me, even though we're only half-siblings. He keeps yelling at Kyoya to take care of me, and to not hurt me. I tell him that I think it's odd that he's saying that, considering that I've known him for a couple of weeks and Kyoya for ten years, and yet I don't mind him acting that way. Kyoya however, gets annoyed whenever Tamaki starts questioning him and he yells at him when he starts asking him more personal questions. All in all, I think that I could get used to this group. I might even have some new friends that I can trust.
—*Kyoya*—
"Kyoya, I love you." Akira said when she pulled away from another kiss. "I love you too, Akira…" I said before kissing her again. Akira ran her fingers through my hair as we continued to kiss and I looked at her partially exposed body. "Kyoya?" She asked. "I'm fine." I said. Akira wrapped her arms around my neck and I pulled her close. "Okay, you better be." She said, leaning her forehead onto mine. "You take my breath away." She said softly as I leaned to kiss her neck. "You do the same to me."
I glanced at the time as Akira jumped out of bed and ran off towards the bathroom in our room for the second time. 12:18 AM. We were just about to fall asleep after the first time, when she had to run to the bathroom again. I ran a hand through my hair, sat up and went after her. I knocked on the door and heard the toilet flush. "Akira?" I called. I heard her sniffling and I opened the door to see her bent over the toilet. I rushed over to her and kneeled beside her. "Akira, are you okay? Did you just vomit?" I asked. Akira started crying and I held her close.
A few minutes later, we were back on our bed. "I think I'm sick, Kyoya…" Akira said quietly. I placed my hand on her forehead. "You don't feel warm. Should we see a doctor?" I asked. "I…I don't know…I've only been sick once before." She said. "I'll talk to Fuyumi and see if she can take you to see a doctor, okay?" I asked, gently cupping her cheek in my hand. Akira nodded and I kissed her forehead. "Don't worry Akira." I said. "Kyoya…what if..." Akira started. I looked at her. "What is it?" I asked, tucking some hair behind her ear and moving it out of her face. "Kyoya…what if I'm pregnant?" Akira asked, tears filling up her eyes. I sucked in a breath of air and slowly let it out. "Well then…I guess we'll have to talk about it, wouldn't we?" I asked. "Kyo…if I am, I want to keep it. I…I couldn't live with myself if I had…an abortion…" Akira said. I gently brushed my lips against her forehead. "No, I agree. That is out of the question." I said. I felt Akira move so that she was looking at me and I smiled softly at her. "Let's just focus on right now. You need to get some sleep Akira." I said, running a hand over her forehead and brushing some more of her hair out of her face. "O-Okay…" Akira said quietly and I kissed her forehead.
After that, I was unable to fall asleep. We stayed awake and talked with each other about various things, until Akira fell asleep in my arms. I couldn't sleep because I felt worried about Akira. One thing that Akira asked is for me to stop working so much. I told her that I would try. I can't stop working. If I do, I would never be good enough to provide for the two of us and our future family. I want to show my father that I'm not making the wrong decision to marry Akira someday. I would do everything I could for her. I want to make her happy, and if she is pregnant with our child, I need to take care of them both.
—*Akira*—
"Akira? It's time to wake up."
I heard Kyoya's voice calling me, and I opened my eyes, shading them from the sudden light. "Hum…" I muttered as I sat up. I looked and saw Kyoya with his sister Fuyumi and I looked at him questioningly. "Good morning Akira!" She said brightly. I grumbled a greeting before I tried to stand, only to fall back onto the bed. I sat up and Kyoya walked over to me. "I'm going to go to school. You go to the doctor and see what's wrong, alright?" He asked. I nodded and Kyoya kissed my forehead. I watched him walk out of the room and Fuyumi stretched. "Ahh~! Well, now that Kyo-chan is gone, how about we get you ready to go see the doctor?" She asked with a smile. I nodded in reply and Fuyumi turned towards the bathroom. ""F-Fu-chan?" I sputtered out. "Hm? What is it Kira-ki?" Fuyumi asked, turning back to face me. I pulled my knees close to me and rested my chin on them. I felt tears in my eyes and Fuyumi sat beside me. "What's wrong Akira?" She asked, gently rubbing my back. "Fu-chan…w-what if…what if I'm pregnant?" I asked as tears slid down my face. "Well…have you two…had sex?" Fuyumi asked. I nodded. "Well, don't worry. It could still be a false alarm. Let's not assume anything until we speak to the doctor, okay?" Fuyumi asked, offering a kind smile and gently hugging me. I nodded and hugged her back.
"Hey Fuyumi, are you going to take Akira to the doctor soon?" Akito asked, walking into the room. Akito is Kyoya's second oldest brother in the family, and he still lives at home with us. His hair is a little bit shorter than Kyoya's, and his eyes are a lighter shade of Onyx. "Oh yes. She just needs to get dressed and have her morning coffee and she'll be ready to go." Fuyumi said, smiling and waving her hand. "Alright." Akito said, smiling at me. He left the room, closing the door behind him. I stretched my legs out and wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Akira, you know that Kyoya loves you, right?" Fuyumi asked, standing up. "Huh? Y-Yeah, I know." I said. "You know, he loves you so much that he was unable to fall back asleep after you were sick last night." Fuyumi said with a chuckle as she walked over to the dresser that I shared with Kyoya. "Really…?" I asked quietly. "Yeah. He'd never admit it, but it's thanks to you that he hasn't been working as hard as he used to." Fuyumi said as she started to look through one of the drawers on my side of the dresser. "Oh…" I said quietly, looking towards the floor. I felt myself smile. "How about this outfit?" Fuyumi asked. I looked to see her holding up a light blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Okay." I said, nodding in agreement. Fuyumi smiled at me. "Okay! Now get dressed so we can take you to see the doctor!"
—*Kyoya*—
I felt myself yawn and Tamaki and Aiko looked at me curiously. "Are you alright Kyoya?" Tamaki asked. "Yes, I'm just tired." I said. "How much sleep did you get last night?" Aiko asked; the worry clear on her face. "I didn't get any sleep." I said simply in response. "Kyoya! You know that's really not good you your health!" Aiko said. I sighed. "I know it isn't. Akira is sick. I stayed up making sure that she was alright." I said. "Wait, Akira's sick?" Tamaki asked. I looked at him. "Yes, I just said that." I said with a sigh. "Tama-chan, I think that he's worried." Aiko whispered. "Yeah, I agree. He hasn't even called me an idiot yet." Tamaki whispered back. I glared at them. "You know I can hear you idiots." I growled. "And there he is!" Tamaki chirped. "Tamaki…" Aiko started. I just sighed and stood. "I'm going to head over to the clubroom." I said. "O-Okay." Tamaki said, shivering.
I departed from the classroom and started toward Music Room 3. Along the way, I couldn't help thinking to myself, what if Akira really is pregnant? What would we do, and most of all, what would my father do to Akira? I reached the door to the clubroom and pushed the thoughts back into my mind. I will not let this affect my work right now. I'll just have to wait and see what Akira's doctor says. I opened the door and entered the clubroom. Haruhi, Mori and Honey were already in there. Haruhi is making instant coffee, and Mori is reading while Honey is eating sweets. Haruhi spotted me walk into the room. "Oh, hello Kyoya-senpai. Where's Akira?" She asked. "Oh, she's sick today." I said as I walked over to my usual table and sat down. Haruhi walked over and set a cup of the instant coffee in front of me. "Are you alright Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi asked. I looked at her. "I don't think I know what you mean." I said. "It's obvious that you're worried. Is there something wrong with Akira-chan, other than her being sick?" Haruhi asked. I shifted my gaze. "No." I said. Haruhi raised an eyebrow before she walked away and I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. I turned on my laptop and smiled at what I saw. Akira had changed the desktop image again, to a pink bunny holding a sign that says 'I love you'. I chuckled to myself before changing it back to my normal image and I set my elbow on the table, resting my chin on my hand.
"Kyoya-senpai?"
I lifted my head off of the table and looked at Haruhi. "What is it?" I asked with a yawn. "Um…you fell asleep and the club is over." She said. "What?! Why didn't you wake me up?" I shouted, gripping the arms of my chair. "We tried to. Several times, senpai. You growled some curses at us and fell back asleep every time." Haruhi said. I turned off my laptop and quickly stood from my seat. "Thank you for waking me up Haruhi. Excuse me, I have to get going." I said. "Oh, okay…" Haruhi said as she watched me walk away. I rushed down the hallway towards the front entrance and I bumped into someone. "O-Oh, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked. I looked to see who it was and saw that it was Aiko. "You don't need to apologize Aiko. It was my fault. I was in a hurry and didn't see you." I said. "Are you in a hurry to check on Akira?" Aiko asked, tucking some of her loose bangs behind her ear. I nodded. "Alright. You're forgiven. Now go on and get to your girlfriend Kyoya." Aiko said, waving her hand. I rushed past her and made my way towards the parking lot. My phone started going off and I saw that it was Fuyumi. I answered the phone when I got into my limo. "Fuyumi?" I asked. "Kyoya? Are you on your way home?" Fuyumi asked. "Yes, I'm just leaving the academy." I said. "Okay. When you get home, Akira wants to talk to you." Fuyumi said, hanging up. I closed my phone and stared at it. More thoughts started to rush through my head as I put my phone away.
When the limo pulled up to my house, I nearly ran to the front door. I quickly composed myself and entered. I removed my shoes and Fuyumi saw me. "She's in your room." She said, answering my unspoken question. I rushed past Fuyumi and muttered a hello to Akito as I nearly ran to our room. I opened the door and saw Akira sitting on the bed. She was reading a book and I noticed that her eyes are red and puffy. "Akira? I'm home." I said. Akira looked over to me and her eyes welled with tears again. I closed the door and set my bag down, nearly running over to her. "What's wrong?" I asked softly, sitting beside her. Akira sniffled and looked at me. "K-Kyo…" She said, her voice shaking. "What is it, what did your doctor say?" I asked. It took every fiber of my being not to start screaming. "She…she said…" Akira started, slowly taking hold of my hand. "She…said that I'm pregnant, Kyoya." Akira said, looking at me as tears started to stream down her face. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I felt panic and fear. Akira could probably tell, because she started crying even more, despite her efforts to silence it. My first reflex was to hold her, no matter what my feelings are. So I pulled her close to me and held her as she cried. My mind is blank, and I can't think of what to say. All that I can think of now, is what will my father do to Akira?
—*Akira*—
After what felt like forever, I had finally managed to calm down. I felt bad for practically soaking Kyoya's blazer, but he doesn't seem to mind right now. I can't believe that this, of all things, had to happen to us now. Why does this have to happen? It makes me feel so…helpless. "What are we going to do?" Kyoya whispered. I was shocked to hear him like this, and I remembered that even if he is the so called 'Shadow King', he still has a heart too. "I…I don't know, Kyoya." I said quietly. I looked at him. "We have to tell your parents." I said. I saw him cringe when I said that, and I bit my lip. "I agree…we need to tell them now instead of them finding out later." Kyoya said, exhaling a mouthful of air. "I know…that your father is scary, but we need to tell him and your mother." I said. "Akira, what if he tries to throw you out?" Kyoya asked. "I'll need to come up with a backup plan before we talk to them…Kyoya, we should tell Tamaki." I said. Kyoya's expression changed to a sour one. "I know that it may not be the best choice at the moment, but I can talk to him and see if I can maybe stay with him in the worst case scenario." I said. Kyoya sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Should…we tell him now?" He asked. "Um…I think we should…" I said, thinking. "I'll call him right now. Do you want to meet him somewhere?" Kyoya asked as I pulled away from him. "Yes…what about…that one café? My favorite one…" I said quietly. "Yes, that'll be fine." Kyoya said, offering a smile. I smiled softly in return and Kyoya brushed his lips over my forehead. He turned and opened up his cell phone, walking to the other side of the room.
Kyoya gripped my hand as we sat at our usual table and waited for Tamaki. After calling him, Kyoya changed into some casual clothes and we simply walked to the café. It's not that much of a walk and it's still a little warm outside, despite it being November. I heard the bell and looked to see Tamaki walk into the café, wearing a grey sweatshirt. I waved and he grinned happily when he saw us. "Hey guys! What's up?" Tamaki asked, sitting down with us. I exchanged glances with Kyoya, and then looked back at Tamaki. "Is something wrong?" Tamaki asked. I bit my lip. "Tamaki, we have something we need to tell you." I said. I took in a deep breath and looked at my brother. "Tamaki, I'm pregnant."
It was suddenly quiet at the table. I looked at Tamaki, who looked frozen in his spot, then back at Kyoya. "Um…I think…I think I broke him." I said. Tamaki suddenly stood from his spot, his fists clenched at his sides. He reached forward and pulled Kyoya up by the collar of his sweater, nearly knocking the table over, and he glared at him. "T-Tamaki?!" I said in surprise, standing up. "Kyoya!" He growled. Kyoya smirked. "What is it Tamaki? Can't handle the fact that I'm the father?" He asked. Tamaki punched Kyoya. "Don't you dare say that you jerk! Akira's my sister!" Tamaki growled. "Tamaki!" I squeaked. "Just because you don't want your sister to be dating anybody right now, doesn't mean that she doesn't want to. She has a mind of her own Tamaki. You shouldn't force her to do anything." Kyoya said. "Tamaki put Kyoya down. Please…" I said, holding onto one of Tamaki's arms. I felt my eyes well up with tears. "Please, Tamaki…" I said, trying not to cry. Tamaki looked at me and his expression softened, and he let go of Kyoya, shoving him back. Kyoya fixed the collar of his sweater and the three of us sat back down, Kyoya's arms crossed.
"So…how far along are you, Akira?" Tamaki asked softly, looking at me. "My doctor said that I'm a month and a half along." I said quietly. "Tamaki, we wanted to ask for your help." Kyoya said. "What do you mean?" Tamaki snapped, glaring at Kyoya. "We…haven't told Kyoya's parents yet. We just found out today." I said. "Wait, you haven't? Kyoya, what are you going to do?" Tamaki asked; the anger gone, and worry clear on his face. "Tamaki, I don't know what will happen when we do tell my father. He may end up kicking if not the both of us out, than he might kick Akira out." Kyoya said, slowly grabbing my hand. "Well if that happens to you Akira, you can come and stay with me!" Tamaki said. "Are…you sure, Tamaki?" I asked. "Of course! We're family, Akira." Tamaki said with a smile. I looked down. "But…we don't even know what's going to happen yet…" I said quietly. "Either way, you will always be able to stay with me, alright?" Tamaki said, gently holding my other hand. I felt a few tears slide down my face and I smiled. "Thank you Tamaki." I said. Tamaki looked at Kyoya. "Kyoya, and even though you're not my favorite person right now, you'd be welcome too. If you make Akira happy, I guess I'll just have to deal with it." He said. Kyoya smiled and Tamaki looked away from him.
We decided to tell Kyoya's parents the next night. I sat beside Kyoya on some chairs as his mother and father sat on the couch in front of us. I squeezed his hand and tried to send him a reassuring smile. "Well Kyoya, Akira. What is it you two wanted to speak with us about?" My father asked. Kyoya's mother was watching me curiously and I felt nervous with her eyes on me. "Father…" Kyoya started. Kyoya's mother switched her stare to him and he stared back at her. "…Mother, Akira….just found out something." He said. "Akira found out that she's pregnant." Kyoya said. His father's eyes grew wide and his mother looked from him to me. "Kyoya…are you sure?" His mother asked. "Yes. Her doctor confirmed it yesterday." Kyoya said. His father hands balled into fists. "We already decided that we're keeping the baby." Kyoya said. His father looked at me, and I started trembling when he stood up. "You little slut. Get out." He said furiously, raising his arm. I squeezed my eyes shut and I heard his hand make contact with skin, but it wasn't mine. I watched as Kyoya took another slap from his father in front of me, and I drew in a shuddering breath. "Yoshio, what are you doing?" Kyoya's mother asked in shock. "Move, Kyoya." His father said in a low voice. "No. I will not let you hit Akira." Kyoya said. "Alright then. Kyoya, I want you and Akira out of here, now. You are so foolish. Did you ever think about how this would make us look? A son of the Ootori Company, a teenager, getting a girl pregnant? I knew I should not have let Akira stay with us when her mother kicked her out. I don't want to see you or Akira ever again. I want the two of you out of here within the next hour." Kyoya's father said. "You are no longer my son." He said as he walked out of the room. Kyoya's mother stood and started to reach toward Kyoya. "Kyoya…" She said as she gently touched his cheek, but he flinched and she retracted her hands, and she left after his father. When they were gone, I let out a sob and covered my face with my hands. "Kyoya…I'm sorry...I'm so sorry…" I said. "It's not your fault, Akira." Kyoya said. "I-I…I'm sorry…" I whispered as Kyoya pulled me up into a hug.
After a couple of minutes, I had calmed down enough so that we could start packing. After that, we got in a car to take us to Tamaki's place. I sent him a text message, letting him know what had happened before we left. I looked at Kyoya, who was silent and starting outside the window. I squeezed his hand. "Kyoya?" I asked quietly. He looked at me and faintly smiled. "I'm fine." He said. "No you're not…" I whispered. His smile faltered. "It's raining." He said, looking out the window behind me. I sighed and shook my head, before we had assumed our previous positions. It had started pouring by the time we got there, and Shima answered the door. She called Tamaki down and when he saw us, he ran toward us. "Akira…" He started, giving me a hug. Tamaki pulled away and looked at Kyoya. "So…" He said. "So." Kyoya said simply, looking bored and shifting his gaze away from Tamaki. Tamaki told Shima to get some towels for us and she left to retrieve them. Tamaki sighed and crossed his arms. "Kyoya, no matter what my opinion of you is at the moment, I will let you stay here." He said. Kyoya looked at Tamaki, surprise clear on his face, and he quickly replaced it with his usual casual smile. "Thanks Tamaki." He said. I smiled and Shima came back with the towels and Tamaki handed them to us. "I'll show you guys to your room. Oh, and welcome home."
I finished putting our clothes away and I looked at Kyoya, who was sitting silently on the bed, already changed into some dry clothes and drying his hair. I sat beside him. "Kyoya…" I said, reaching toward his hand. He moved it when I touched it and put his focus into drying his hair. He finished and I sighed. "Kyoya." I said. I took the towel from his hands and gently turned his head with my hand. "Talk to me, please." I whispered. Kyoya closed his eyes and I pulled him close, hugging his head. "Don't hold anything back around me you jerk." I whispered. I felt Kyoya slowly wrap his arms around me and he tightly held me. He started shaking and I brushed my hand over his hair and gently rubbed his back. "It's alright Kyo, we'll be alright…" I whispered. I felt Kyoya move one of his hands to hold onto my arm and he looked at me. I saw faint tears in his eyes. "Akira…I'm sorry that you have to go through this." He said. I smiled and kissed his cheek. "You idiot. If we're in this, we're in this together. Isn't that what we agreed on when we started dating two years ago?" I asked. Kyoya shifted his gaze and sighed, relaxing against my chest. "Yes, I guess you're right." He said as a smile appeared back on his face. "Now there's your smile." I said happily as I ran my fingers through his hair and I heard Kyoya chuckle. "I love you Akira." He said. The smile on my face spread. "I love you too, you big dummy."