Number 06: Fool

Rating: T (…I'm having quite a bit of trouble thinking of something lemony to write about…so forgive me n)

Warning: Some violence

Summary: Even though Takashi had almost died, it was all worth it.

Words: 753

The host club's female patrons shrieked in surprise and fear at the look of complete and utter rage in the male student's eyes. The girls backed into a corner behind Tamaki, who forced Haruhi behind him as well. Honey and Takashi stood in front of them, right behind Kyoya, who looked as composed as ever.

He extended a hand toward the boy, asking him if he had a problem. Without a word, the boy reached into his pocket, and withdrew a switchblade. The rage in his eyes swirled and flamed as he lunged toward Kyoya.

Takashi had reacted faster than he could even process the action in his mind. He sprinted forward, and threw himself in front of the vice president. He winced and dug his teeth into the inside of his cheek, not letting out a single sound, as the polished blade broke through the fabric of his uniform easily, as though it were a wet napkin.

The blade pierced his skin, and a hot white pain seared through him. Takashi locked eyes with the shocked student before collapsing on his knees and falling over. He saw Tamaki and the Hitachiin brothers roughly usher the student out (they didn't come back in), while Haruhi calmed the guests down, and Honey rushed to his side.

Their screams were muffled and everything appeared to be large blurs in his fading vision, although Kyoya's subtly distraught face remained perfectly clear to him.

That is, until the darkness finally took over.

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Soft and steady beeping was the sound Takashi woke up to several hours later. He smiled slightly through his wince as Honey jumped on him and hugged him tightly. His smile slowly grew as he quietly endured Tamaki's fervent lecture, and the way Hikaru and Kaoru chewed him out.

Haruhi frowned at him and scolded him as well.

Once they were done, Takashi's eyes moved to Kyoya, who sat at the very back of the hospital room, his face passive.

Stormy gray eyes locked with deep purple.

Kyoya asked the rest of the host club to leave the room politely, yet somewhat stiffly. The other five reluctantly complied, slowly filing out the door.

The two continued to stare at each other for another few, heavy moments. Kyoya stood still at the foot of Takashi's bed, unmoving. His fists clenched at his side, the bespectacled boy began to speak softly.

"…why…why did you do that?" His normally collected voice wavered, and Takashi found himself to be a bit worried. "You idiot! You shouldn't have stepped in front of me like that!" The younger boy yelled, uncharacteristically breaking his cool façade.

"…" And as usual, Takashi answered with silence.

Kyoya moved closer, until he was standing right beside him. Takashi didn't miss the way Kyoya's shoulders and his bottom lip trembled. He didn't miss the way the boy's eyes were misted over ever so slightly, and he suspected that, if the boy's pride wasn't in the way, Kyoya would've began to cry right then.

Kyoya knelt down at the side of Takashi's bed, laying his head and arms down on the soft mattress. "You…do you know how…" Kyoya took a long pause, taking a deep breath. Takashi already knew where this was going, and he felt himself tense up with anticipation.

"Do you know how scared I was?" Kyoya looked up at him with misty, beautifully angry eyes. "I thought—I thought you were going to die!"

Takashi smiled slightly, despite the fact that the moment was not meant for smiling. So the younger boy did care for him. He cared enough to abandon his cold front and tell him what he actually felt.

Kyoya buried his face in the pristine, white sheets. Takashi's smile grew wider at the sight of the tips of the other boy's ears turn a slight red.

"Mori…no, Takashi," Kyoya corrected himself, lifting his face up a little from the bed, but just so that his eyes were the only things visible. "Don't you ever scare me like that again. Or else…there will be dire consequences."

A deep chuckle rumbled in Takashi's chest, even though he knew his kouhai had definitely meant what he said. Without another word, he slowly lifted his hand, and placed it gently on Kyoya's head. He affectionately ruffled the boy's already slightly disheveled hair.

Grumbling to himself, Kyoya buried his face into the bed once again. "Suicidal fool…" He muttered as Takashi continued to stroke his head.

'Yes…but I'm your fool…" Mori added, silently, of course.