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The Scorpion	By : Bastetkitten Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Takashi watched as Honey ran around him in circles. The green grass tickled his bare feet and he could hear people somewhere practicing karate. Honey turned to him and laughed. The blond pushed him backward into the ground and Takashi fell onto the soft bed of grass. He stared up at the ceiling. It was funny how it had shadows crossing every which way. But that was the way his room had always been.

Takashi looked up to Honey who sat on their bed with him. Honey leaned forward and kissed him passionately. His lips always tasted of the sweetest cakes, and Takashi could think of nothing better than to devour them. Honey pulled away and grinned. His hand snaked down Takashi's bare chest to his pants. Takashi let his eyes closed as he felt Honey's hand grasp him.

"Looks like the puppy likes his belly being scratched," Kyoya stated. Takashi looked up to see Kyoya sitting backwards in a chair, his arms leaning over the back. His gray eyes pierced him.

Takashi turned to look down and saw that Honey was indeed scratching his belly instead. He looked back at Kyoya. Kyoya just smirked.

Kyoya began to hum, his head moving to the beat. He slowly rose to his feet, "knick knack, paddy wack," He sung. "Give a dog a bone…" He moved closer to Takashi, hovering over him. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Takashi nodded. Kyoya's face split into a grin. "This old man, he played two." He leaned over Takashi. "He played knick knack over you." Kyoya rested his arms on either side of Takashi, his face mere inches from him. "With a knick knack paddy wack," Takashi could feel Kyoya's breath on his lips. "Give a dog a bone…"

Takashi leaned forward, the need to taste those foreign lips getting the best of him. Something around his neck prevented him from reaching Kyoya. His hands immediately reached up and felt the collar around his neck.

"Tsk tsk." Kyoya pulled back. "Such a short leash…and he's not even holding it."

Takashi looked back to see a leash nailed into dirt. He pulled on it but it wouldn't budge.

"Seems like he's found a new pet," Kyoya said almost bored.

Takashi looked around and could see Honey laughing with Tamaki while they ate cakes.

"This old man, he played you. He played knick knack and you're through," Kyoya sung as he walked away.

"Wait!" Takashi yelled.

"With a knick knack paddy wack," Kyoya continued.

"Please," Takashi yelled.

"Give a dog a bone."

"I don't want to be alone!" Takashi yelled as the collar dug in.

"This young man will be alone."

Takashi sat up in bed, his breathing ragged, the sound of Kyoya's voice still ringing in his ears. He looked around and realized that he had been dreaming. Honey lay peacefully by his side, the clock next to him reading 2:46 am. Takashi took a deep breath and looked down to discover another problem. He was still suffering from other parts of the dream and it was becoming painful. He looked back to Honey. It felt wrong to wake him, not when he was feeling this way because of another guy. Takashi tossed the covers aside and headed for the bathroom.

Honey sighed as he lay on his bed. He had nothing to do and Takashi had been in a weird mood all day. Honey frowned. Weird moods seemed to frequent Takashi a lot lately, ever since he began hanging with Kyoya and Hikaru. These last two months had really been a strain on him. Takashi would spend every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night with them. He also began to eat lunch with them every day, except for Mondays and Wednesdays. It was enough to drive Honey insane. He hated this. He hated Kyoya.

Takashi stepped out of the bathroom, a blue towel around his waist. Honey eyed the tattoos on his hips. He had become fond of the 'discipline' mark, after all, Takashi had mentioned wanting it once before. But the 'wild' that marred his other hip irritated Honey. Takashi swore up and down it was Hikaru's fault, but Honey knew the real blame had to be with Kyoya. If Kyoya had trusted Takashi then he wouldn't have gotten him drunk. And if Takashi hadn't gotten drunk, he wouldn't have gotten the tattoo.

What was worse was the fact that Takashi was supposed to be watching Kyoya to see what was wrong with him. To see if Kyoya's little spiral of bad had everything to do with his father overlooking him while his brother stepped on him at every turn, or if there was something else that bothered the shadow king. Yet so far, Takashi had found nothing. Honey fully believed that there was nothing there to be found, that Tamaki was being hopeful that there was even a problem to be fixed. Honey figured that Kyoya had finally snapped and went off the deep end.

Honey tore away from his thoughts as his lover pinned him to the bed while nipping at his neck. Honey shrugged Takashi off in annoyance. He sighed. "When will you be home tonight?"

Takashi shrugged. "I'm taking Sayuri out for dinner. You two are welcome to come if you want." He ran his fingers through Honey's hair. "It would be nice."

"So, we get tonight?" Honey raised a brow. "How sweet of Kyoya."

Takashi's hand stilled.

"I just don't get it." Honey frowned. "If you haven't figured out something being wrong with Kyoya then there probably isn't anything to be found."

"You're wrong," Takashi said quietly. Honey glanced at him in irritation. "Kyoya is hiding something."

"How can you even tell?" Honey asked.

Takashi placed a kiss on Honey's forehead. "Because Hikaru knows."

"How brave are you?" Hikaru asked with a sly grin as he let Takashi into the condo.

Takashi raised a brow as he walked into the condo, immediately Hikaru handed him a giant water gun. Takashi blinked down at the water gun then looked to Hikaru who was holding an identical water gun.

"Follow me." Hikaru propped the giant water gun on his shoulder and went down the hallway. At the end of the hall there were three doors. Hikaru entered the one furthest down the hall. Takashi followed him in and stopped so his eyes could adjust to the dark room. A light shielding curtain kept a majority of the light out but Takashi could still see Kyoya's form in the most relaxed position he'd ever seen. Kyoya slept on his side, holding a pillow, with his leg thrown over the edge. His other leg had a tiny bit of the sheets tangled around it, and Takashi tried to not notice how Kyoya's green boxers left nothing to the imagination, being as tangled from sleep as they were.

"Ready?" Hikaru said loudly. Kyoya didn't even twitch at the noise. Hikaru raised his water gun and pointed straight at Kyoya. "5….4…."

Takashi leaned the water gun against the wall and left the room quickly. He had reached the living room when he heard a loud yell, several crashes, swearing and finally a door being slammed. A few moments later Hikaru limped into the room.

"Breakfast?" Hikaru grinned.

Takashi ate the last bite of his breakfast when Kyoya walked into the kitchen. Kyoya's hair was damp from his recent shower, and his glasses flashed as he walked past Hikaru. The twin just smirked evilly and Takashi couldn't help but grin. It was always fun to watch Hikaru play his favorite game: annoy Kyoya.

"So…." Hikaru leaned back in his chair. "That was a really hot girl last night. Actually surprised you left your boxers on for it."

Kyoya glared. "I didn't. But having to live with an idiot like you has taught me to put them back on."

"Such a pity. That would have been even better with you being nude." Hikaru grinned.

Kyoya grabbed some juice out of the fridge.

"So she was American wasn't she?" Hikaru asked.

"From New York if I understood correctly." Kyoya nodded as he poured himself a glass.

"She was hot. Blonde and blue eyed too. "Hikaru nodded. "But dumb as a rock."

"She did seem rather surprised that yellow and red made orange." Kyoya rubbed his temple.

"I know. It just made me wonder…" Hikaru's eyes shifted. "How opposite you could get."

Kyoya sipped his drink, though Takashi noted a slight pause in his actions. "I think she dyed her hair."

"You would know." Hikaru snorted. "I guess your Wednesday didn't go to plan."

Kyoya looked up. "Not really. Watching Yukiko nearly fuck your brother put a damper on things."

Hikaru's smile vanished and he glared. Takashi looked between the two. It was strange, Kyoya usually played along a little bit longer.

Hikaru laid on the couch watching the two men in amusement. A combination of a rather relentless female and Tachibana nosing around had left the trio indoors for the night. Thankfully, Kyoya had enough booze to kill an elephant and Hikaru had several ideas for drinking games. At the moment they played Truth or Dare.

Kyoya and Takashi were standing in the middle room, both armed with kendo sticks. Both of them buzzed from alcohol.

"How long?" Kyoya asked as he eyed the kendo champion.

Hikaru grinned. "Either a whole minute or until Mori kicks your ass."

Kyoya sighed and gripped the stick tighter.

"GO!" Hikaru yelled.

Kyoya managed to block the first blow by holding the stick above his head. As he heard the clack of the sticks hitting each other a look of triumph flitted across his face. Two seconds later he lay on the floor on his back, gasping for air from the blow he just received to his stomach.

"That. Was. Epic!" Hikaru howled with laughter.

Kyoya managed to get a deep breath and pulled himself up into sitting position. He looked over to Takashi who still held his kendo stick. "You took it easy on me, didn't you?"

Takashi nodded. "Yeah."

Kyoya rubbed his stomach. "Truth or Dare Takashi."

Takashi laid down the stick. "Truth."

Hikaru groaned.

"Does Amaya call you Takashi?" Kyoya asked.

Takashi shrugged. "Sometimes, but usually not."

Takashi looked over to Hikaru.

"Dare." Hikaru grinned.

"Why the hell do we play this damn game?" Kyoya groaned. Hikaru tossed an empty beer can at him.

"Kiss Kyoya," Takashi told Hikaru. Hikaru immediately brightened.

"Where?" Kyoya growled as he immediately deflected Hikaru. Takashi shrugged. He couldn't bring himself to say what he really wanted to see.

Kyoya waited for a response for a minute and then pointed to his cheek. Hikaru grinned and kissed him. Kyoya sighed in irritation.

"Mori, T or D?" Hikaru grinned.

"Truth," Takashi answered.

Hikaru rolled his eyes. "How old were you when you first had sex?"

Takashi frowned. "15." He looked to Kyoya.

"Truth," Kyoya said bored.

"What happened with Renge?" Takashi asked.

Kyoya sighed. "Elaborate."

"Did she really break up with you?" Takashi questioned.

Kyoya sighed. "Yeah, she did."

"Why?" Takashi tilted his head.

Kyoya frowned. "Only get one question per truth."

"Believe me when I say he deserved it." Hikaru snorted.

Both Takashi and Kyoya looked at him.

"Must you?" Kyoya deadpanned.

"I can only imagine her reaction." Hikaru laughed. "Even I'm not that evil."

"What did you do?" Takashi stared at Kyoya.

"Nothing." Kyoya glared at Hikaru. "We broke up because we weren't right for each other. We had different interests, and she knew that."

"Yeah, she knew it, especially when you said the wrong name when you came." Hikaru smirked.

Kyoya's eyes widened a fraction and Takashi stared at Hikaru.

"Kyoya is extremely talkative when he gets high." Hikaru laughed.

"High?" Takashi frowned, he looked to Kyoya. "I thought you didn't do that."

"He did it once." Hikaru grinned, ignoring Kyoya's glare. "And he did not shut up." He smirked evilly. "The best part: he doesn't really remember what he said to me."

Kyoya pushed up his glasses. "It was a horrible decision and since then the most I've done is a drag here and there. I didn't care for the feeling too much."

Takashi looked between the two of them. "Who's name?" A part of him wanted it to be his name.

Hikaru raised his brow. "He didn't say." His eyes shifted to Kyoya.

Kyoya rose to get another drink.

Haruhi shivered next to the bus sign as it rained. She crossed her arms in an attempt to stay warm. She sighed. At least there was no thunder or lightning today; just really cold rain. She watched the cars go by; occasionally taking a step back as some of them sprayed water in her direction.

A blue Lamborghini pulled up next to her and she frowned. The window rolled down and she could see Kyoya leaning over to talk to her.

"Get in," He ordered.

"It's fine." Haruhi smiled.

"Come on, I'm headed that way," Kyoya told her.

"No you're not."

"Then I'll add it to your debt." Kyoya smirked. "Come on. I'm charging you for every minute I'm stuck here."

Haruhi smiled at him and got in. There techno played on the radio and she looked around the car. She had never ridden with Kyoya before. Tamaki had warned her over and over to never get in a car with him. She looked over to Kyoya, who busied himself looking over his shoulder to pull back into traffic.

This isn't so bad. She smiled. She gripped the seat as she was thrust backward when Kyoya slammed his foot on the gas. Her nails dug into the leather in fear. He was driving like a maniac in the rain! Kyoya switched lanes and Haruhi wondered if it would be better to just close her eyes through the rest of the drive.

"I am not going that fast," Kyoya stated as he looked over to see her clenching onto her seat with her eyes clamped shut.

"Yes you are." Haruhi glared.

Kyoya shrugged. "At least you don't have to wait for the bus now." He jerked the wheel to turn at the light.

"….I take the bus all the time." Haruhi told him. "Shouldn't you have both hands on the wheel?"

"It's not a law," Kyoya told her. He slammed on the brakes and came extremely close to the car in front of him. He paused and looked over at Haruhi. "If there's a thunderstorm, I expect you to call me" he told her. "Or text."

Haruhi nodded. Fearing for her life would definitely take her mind off of the thunder…or make it worse. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell. She was thrust backward again as Kyoya took off at the green light. "Same number?"

"Of course."

She put her cell back in her pocket and waited for the ride to come to an end. It did, with a screech in front of her apartment complex. She had never been happier to be home. She looked over at Kyoya. "Want to come in for some tea?" She asked. "It's the least I can do." Seeing as you didn't kill us.

Kyoya nodded and put the car in park. They raced through the rain up the steps to her apartment and she let them in. Kyoya followed her into the kitchen, while looking around the house; it was a little bit messier than he remembered it and it lacked a certain father. He looked back over to the kitchen to see Haruhi already preparing the tea. His interest was piqued. He had always wanted to know what made Haruhi's teas so much better than any other.

Haruhi looked over her shoulder as she heard him approach. "Want to help?" She asked.

Kyoya tilted his head as if to say 'why not'? He moved closer and she could feel his jacket brushing against her back. She took in a deep breath; all she had to do was lean back into him.

"You don't put in as much honey," Kyoya whispered in her ear. Haruhi managed to not shiver as her lowed abdomen received a jolt. "That's what you do different."

"Different?" Haruhi moved so he could see better. She ended up brushing up against his leg, but he didn't try to move away.

"Better," he said simply.

Haruhi looked over her shoulder into his eyes, which she could see so clearly this close, even with his glasses in the way. His eyes glinted; the same glint she had seen that night all those years ago.

She felt a vibration against her and she jumped. Kyoya quickly grabbed his cell out of the pocket that Haruhi had just been right next to. His glasses flashed as he checked the caller ID and once again he stood behind an emotionless mask.

"What?" Kyoya answered.

Haruhi began to work on the tea again, just stirring it as she tried to figure out who Kyoya was talking to.

"That's because I'm not home…No, I'm at Haruhi's….because it's pouring outside…you're an idiot."

Haruhi sighed. There is only one person that Kyoya called an idiot freely. "Tell Tamaki I said 'hi'."

"Haruhi says 'hi'." Kyoya paused. "Generally one says 'hi' back." Another pause. "Would sleeping with you cause you to leave me alone too? Because I am about ready to make that sacrifice."

Haruhi snorted.

Kyoya smirked at her. He took the tea she had just poured him. He took a giant drink and the steaming liquid burned all the way down. He took another drink; he had to go. He had to go before he made a fool of himself.

Takashi leaned against the wall opposite the class door. He had left his class a few minutes early just so he could be sure to catch Kyoya. This was the one class that Kyoya had with Tamaki and he usually rushed away from it. Takashi needed to catch him today though. Hikaru had mentioned something about Wednesday, which made Takashi wonder if Kyoya did something different in one of the few days they didn't hang with each other.

The door opened in front of him and students began to pour out, many of them talking about lunch. He could see Kyoya looking bored as he walked. Tamaki was next to him busy talking with a concerned look on his face. Takashi saw Kyoya's eyes shift to him. Kyoya's glasses flashed and he headed straight for Takashi without a backward glance. Tamaki frowned and Takashi could barely hear him say bye.

"Lurk much?" Kyoya frowned. He turned his head and watched Tamaki leave. "Where's Honey?"

Takashi shrugged. Kyoya raised a brow but didn't question the taller man. Kyoya instead just began walking down the corridor. He glanced down at his watch.

"Don't you have class?" Kyoya asked; he headed toward the northern part of campus.

Takashi shook his head. "Lunch next."

"Ah." Kyoya nodded. "So does Hikaru, why don't you go and join him?"

Takashi eyed the raven haired man and continued to follow him. Kyoya glanced down at his watch again. He could see Takashi out of his peripheral vision; the man wasn't going to leave him alone. Kyoya really didn't want to have Takashi lurking around when he spent time with Haruhi. Takashi was too perceptive and Kyoya didn't want to have to watch every word he said. He enjoyed the time he spent with Haruhi in the library because he didn't have to do precisely that.

Kyoya clenched his teeth and headed down the first turn they came across, making his way back across campus to the lunch room. As soon as they got their food, Takashi sat next to Hikaru while Kyoya sat across from them.

"Why are you here?" Hikaru stared at Kyoya.

Kyoya ignored him. Takashi looked between the two. He had been right; something was supposed to have happened.

Haruhi flipped a page of a book absentmindedly. Her thoughts floated to lunch, sometimes drifting over to a certain cool type. A tiny blush appeared on her cheeks as she thought about mixing the two.

"So, where's the jackass?" Kaoru leaned on the counter next to her.

"Kaoru, be nice." Haruhi frowned.

Kaoru rolled his eyes. "He doesn't deserve nice, he deserves a kick to his ba-"

"Noon," Haruhi interrupted. "He always shows up at noon."

"How punctual."

"I think he has a class near here that lets out about now." Haruhi smiled. "So he always gets here at noon." She looked up at the giant clock.

Kaoru watched Haruhi's smile fall and he glanced up at the clock: 12:08. He looked back at Haruhi to see her flipping through the pages again, though her eyes betrayed her emotions. Kaoru suppressed a snarl. A newfound hatred for Kyoya seethed through him as he watched his friend.

"He must have gotten caught up," Kaoru offered. He knew it was probably a lie, but he hated to see Haruhi upset.

Kyoya stacked another French fry of his American cuisine. He balanced it on top of the others, creating a four-sided tower. He needed a smoke. No. I don't need anything. He argued to himself. I just want a little nicotine before I kill this arrogant dye job. Kyoya glared at Hikaru who was still talking to Takashi about something stupid, he was sure. Kyoya sighed; it wasn't Hikaru's fault and he knew it. I am just craving a damn cigarette. No. I am not a damn smoker; I am not addicted to those damn things. I just want to calm a few nerves. What I really need is… Kyoya wouldn't allow himself to finish the thought. He pushed the fries over. He didn't want to admit how much this bugged him. She's my friend, nothing more. I can live without seeing her for one damn week. I don't need her. She's just a friend, that is all. Kyoya pinched the bridge of his nose.

Takashi watched Kyoya as Hikaru talked to him. He watched the usually reserved and refined man stack his food without taking a bite. Then suddenly he knocked them all down. Something was seriously bothering the man.

Kyoya pulled out his cell and contemplated texting her. A vision of him hovering over her in her kitchen came to mind, but was quickly quelled by an image of Tamaki's face. Kyoya pocketed his cell and groaned.

Takashi stared at Kyoya while Hikaru quirked a brow.

Kyoya looked up in annoyance. "Do either of you have a damn cigarette?" Kyoya growled.

They both shook their heads.

Kyoya crossed his arms and stared at his food not noticing Takashi's gaze.

Yeah I have no idea when the next one will be up XD should be in a few days though. Please Review and dear god, i love to write dreams XD
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