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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 sighed as he headed for his apartment. He had headed out almost immediately after being caught in Kyoya's room. He didn't want to try to explain why he had been in there and he did not want to deal with the awkward conversation.

Takashi opened the door and immediately ducked as an unknown object flew over his head.

"Sorry Takashi!" he heard Sayuri call. Takashi turned and saw a pillow on the ground.

"Oh! You can say sorry to HIM?" He heard Amaya yell. Takashi sighed and picked up the pillow and headed into the apartment.

"Well he didn't do anything wrong," Sayuri yelled back. Takashi scooted past the two feuding women and headed into the kitchen. He looked over to see Honey sitting on the counter, his eyes wide.

"How long have they been fighting?" Takashi asked while leaning next to Honey.

"They were fighting when they came home," Honey said quietly. "Amaya was nearly screaming when they walked in the door."

Takashi nodded; they could still hear the women shrieking from the other room. They both cringed as they heard something shatter. Honey looked around the room.

"New flowers?" Takashi pointed to some purple flowers on the table.

Honey nodded. "I got them earlier today."

"YOU BITCH!" Sayuri yelled loudly; another crash and more yelling.

"HOW CAN YOU ACCUSE ME OF THAT?!" Amaya shrieked. "YOU HANG ALL OVER MORI!"

Takashi winced. He did not want to be part of their fight.

"HE'S MY BOYFRIEND!" Sayuri shrieked.

Honey cleared his throat. "Anything happen at Kyoya's?"

Takashi nodded. "He caught me in his room." Honey looked up. "He was not pleased."

"So, did you figure out what was bothering him?" Honey asked.

"I HATE YOU!" They heard one of them shriek. They both looked over to the other room.

"WELL, I'M SO FUCKING SORRY," Amaya yelled.

"SO AM I!" Sayuri yelled and they heard a door slam, followed by someone pounding on a door.

"Kyoya's-" Takashi started.

Sayuri's voice cut through. "I'M SO FUCKING SORRY THAT I WASTED SO MUCH TIME WITH YOU!" A door slammed shortly after followed by silence. Takashi and Honey stared at each other. They quietly headed for the door to peer into the living room. They saw Amaya kneeling on the floor, her hand over her mouth, sobbing in front of the door.

Takashi dialed the number yet again. It had been 2 hours since Sayuri had stormed out of the apartment and Takashi's job had been to try to get in touch with her. Honey had his hands full trying to console Amaya in her room. Takashi sighed and hung up the phone when he got her voicemail again. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. He didn't even know what to say when he actually got her on the phone. He dialed the number yet again.

On the fourth ring he heard someone pick up. "H-hello?" Sayuri's voice cracked.

"It's me," Takashi stated.

Sayuri sniffed. "Yeah, I know." There was a long pause. "Takashi, I just don't know what to do."

Takashi frowned. "Come home."

"I can't." Another pause. "I just can't take it anymore…God, Takashi. I'm so sorry, but I just can't." He could hear her crying again.

Takashi rubbed the back of his neck. "So, what now?"

"I just can't be around any of you. Not right now, not with everything that's happened. I just….I just need to get away from everything and be away from her. And there's no way to be away when I'm with you."

Takashi sighed. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry Takashi…"

"So, who broke up with who?" Takashi asked.

Sayuri sniffed.

"I'll tell everyone I broke up with you," Takashi told her.

Sayuri sobbed. "Y-yeah."

"Where are you?" Takashi asked.

"Mom's," Sayuri sniffed.

"Get some rest," Takashi told her.

"Ok." She sniffed again. "Thank you Takashi."

"Rest," He repeated before hanging up. He hung his head and shook it as he stared at his cell.

Takashi was lying in their bed, his hands behind his head, when Honey walked in.

"How's she doing?" Takashi asked as he turned his head.

"Horrible. She pretty much cried herself to sleep." Honey collapsed on the bed next to Takashi. "She was so upset."

"Did you ever find out what they were arguing about?" Takashi asked.

Honey shook his head. "She was beyond talking."

Takashi sighed. Honey crawled onto their bed and snuggled next to Takashi. He clung to Takashi's shirt tightly. He didn't know what he would do if Takashi left him.

"Did you find out about Kyoya?" Honey asked quietly.

"Yeah," Takashi answered.

"So what's wrong?" Honey asked running his fingers along Takashi's side.

Takashi squirmed a little bit from Honey's tickling fingers. He opened his mouth to answer but paused. Kyoya's parting words had stuck with him. "It's his family," Takashi lied. "They're getting worse. His brother is taking credit for his work and his dad is being more of an ass than usual. He's doing all the work and getting none of the credit and being continuously put down."

Honey nodded. "I guess that would drive a person to drink."

"Yeah." Takashi nodded. It occurred to him how much truth was in the lie he had just told. He felt his stomach twist.

"So, you're going to stop hanging out?" Honey asked.

Takashi thought about the last few months; the stupid games and the clubbing. The way he felt when it was just the three of them. How happy he was to escape his normal routine. "No."

Honey's hand stilled on Takashi's side. "Why?"

"With Sayuri gone," Takashi began. "It would be best if I kept up appearances."

Honey sighed. He began running his fingers along Takashi's abdomen. "Can you take it slow?"

Takashi nodded.

"Ease back into it?" Honey continued. "I know girls don't interest you, but I don't know," He paused. "…I don't want you to have sex."

Takashi nodded.

"Just maybe make out a little….make it look real?" Honey told him.

Takashi nodded. He leaned over and gave Honey a kiss.

Takashi set down his plate across from Kyoya who seemed more detached than usual. He looked over to Hikaru who picked at his food. He looked back to Kyoya who didn't look at him. He wondered if Kyoya was mad at him.

"What's up?" Hikaru asked.

Takashi sighed. "I broke up with Sayuri."

Hikaru dropped his fork. "What?"

Takashi shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. He nearly jumped when he felt someone kick him. He looked up to see Kyoya passing a napkin over to him. Takashi could see Kyoya's handwriting on the napkin. At the top it said Sayuri and at the bottom it said Honey. Takashi pointed at Sayuri's name. Kyoya nodded and crumbled up the napkin.

"We should do something tonight," Hikaru told Takashi. "Take your mind off of it."

Takashi shrugged.

"We can go out," Kyoya said bored.

"It's Tuesday." Takashi frowned.

"So?" Kyoya eyed him.

"What we need to do is get you two laid," Hikaru grinned.

"No." Kyoya bit out before Takashi could.

"Why don't you go to the library?" Hikaru glared. "Seriously, you are being more of an ass than usual."

Kyoya glared. "Maybe I will." He stood. "I'd rather an intelligent conversation anyway."

Takashi blinked. "Haruhi works today?" Hikaru froze and his eyes darted to Kyoya.

"Yes." Kyoya frowned. "She does." He turned on his heel and walked away. Hikaru looked down at his plate.

"We can go to the club if you want," Takashi said. Hikaru looked up. "I'll be over after judo club."

Hikaru nodded. "We'll do something to get your mind off of Sayuri…and brighten Kyoya's mood."

Kyoya walked into the library to see Haruhi scribbling on a piece of paper. He moved closer to see that she was taking notes on Baudelaire.

"Hope you have a decent translation," Kyoya smirked.

Haruhi glanced up and a smile spread across her face. Kyoya could get lost in those deep brown eyes.

Kyoya continued, "Some authors like to put their impression on him as part of the translation."

"I've noticed." Haruhi sighed and laid her pen down. "So, almost two weeks with the same book, was it that good?"

Kyoya shrugged. He handed the book over to Haruhi who took it and put it in a pile. "Not particularly, but I do need help finding a new book."

"Hannibal?" Haruhi offered. "You already read Red Dragon, right?"

"I read them all," Kyoya told her. "Do you have the un-translated version of the Brothers Grimm?"

Haruhi punched in a few keys on the computer. "Yeah, follow me." Haruhi led him toward a ladder and pushed it down the aisle. She stopped halfway down and began to climb the ladder.

"I'm surprised you don't own it," Haruhi said.

Kyoya stared unabashedly at her butt. "I only have the translated copy, but it's rather worn out."

"Have you read it that much?" Haruhi questioned as she pulled a blue text off the shelf.

"I've had it that long," He told her. "My mother gave it to me when I was 5."

Haruhi glanced down over her shoulder, Kyoya looked back at her. Kyoya rarely spoke about his mother, though Tamaki had told Haruhi enough to keep her from prodding Kyoya too much about it. She began to climb back down the ladder.

"Is it the faded green one?" She asked when she reached the bottom.

Kyoya nodded as he took the text from her. "Yeah." He stared down at the book. "What are you doing tonight?"

Haruhi blinked in surprise. "Going shopping with Yukiko, why?"

"I'm taking Takashi out with Hikaru." Kyoya looked back up. "Why are you going shopping?"

"Hikaru offered to buy me something and begged me to go with Yukiko. He's starting to be able to copy those damn puppy dog eyes. Is everything okay with Mori?" He tilted her head. "He looked upset earlier."

"He broke up with Sayuri," Kyoya told her.

"Sayuri or Honey?"

"Sayuri and that's all I know," Kyoya said.

"Sure it is." Haruhi frowned.

"Well I have my theories." Kyoya pushed up his glasses. "Where are you going shopping?"

"Some place called Les Mituis." Haruhi shrugged.

Kyoya stared at her. "You do realize that store is a lingerie shop, don't you?"

"Then why did he offer-" Haruhi stopped dead as she remembered Kaoru's parting words: 'We'll get you something cute to wear for Kyoya.'

Haruhi felt her cheeks heat up. "Never mind," She dead panned.

Kyoya smirked. "It's fun now that you're figuring out this stuff."

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "I seriously don't see the point." Haruhi scanned the book. "Why put on something that's only purpose is to be taken off? You might as well put on money, at least it's cheaper."

Kyoya's jaw clenched and his eyes stared at her dark hair. He was not going to think about Haruhi with only some yen taped to her.

"I mean why put on some stupid pink frilly thing anyway?" Haruhi complained.

"Indeed…" Kyoya blinked as he failed miserably. "Wait, pink?"

"I think I could deal with the color if it wasn't for the damn frills," Haruhi continued.

"Pink is dumb," Kyoya told her. "Black is much better."

"Black?" Haruhi raised a brow as she handed the book back to him.

Kyoya shrugged. "Less is more, but something is better than nothing. And there's nothing sleeker than black."

Haruhi looked up into his eyes that were thankfully seen through his glasses. She searched them for a moment before opening her mouth. "Kyoya…do you think-"

"HARUHI!" Yukiko opened the door loudly.

Haruhi's brow twitched. "This is a library you know."

Kyoya smiled and tugged on a piece of Haruhi's hair to get her attention. "Thanks for the book."

Kyoya grinned all the way to his car. He grinned and even sung along with the radio all the way back to the condo. He whistled all the way to the elevator. A rare feeling of happiness had encompassed him. Haruhi had noticed when he hadn't been there. She had smiled because he was there. She freely discussed lingerie with him, and he now had an extremely enticing image of Haruhi and yen.

He hummed as the elevator headed up to his floor. Maybe I should go back to Tamaki and rephrase the question. Maybe it's just Hikaru he doesn't want with Haruhi. Maybe I can be the exception. Maybe she would consider being with me. He smiled though in his being was a coldness of reality.

He hummed down the hallway and pulled out his key; a phrase or two actually making it into words as he undid the lock. He opened the door as he stuffed his key back into his pocket.

Loud blaring music greeted him.

Many, many people were in his home.

Countless bottles of alcohol were around the room and stacked up on a large table.

The smell of smoke hit his nostrils.

He was going to kill Hikaru.

Review a lot today and I will upload the next chapter tonight instead of tomorrow. I have to drive to my parents today and for me to upload=pulling out my laptop and hearing them complain about how i'm not hanging with them :( but i'll do it if i get the reviews :)
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