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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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Well, I totally suck...Here's the next chapter. I just have to edit the next one but i have class from 9 am to 8 pm (Yeah it blows) and I have no room in my backpack for my laptop. I will try to get to it tonight when i get home though.

"So, is Mori still hanging out with them?" Haruhi asked from behind Kaoru's bathroom door.

"Yeah." Kaoru sighed. "Honey is still really upset about the whole thing. He really doesn't want Mori hanging out with those two."

"Well I think it's unhealthy if Mori can't say 'no' to Honey occasionally. A relationship is about give and take," Haruhi said.

"I think throwing Honey across the room was a bit much." Kaoru leaned against the wall.

"Honey threw Mori first," Haruhi argued. "Why does he hate Hikaru and Kyoya so much?"

Kaoru frowned. He knew the answer to that because Honey had confided in him. "Because Kyoya's an ass."

"Seriously."

"Aren't you ready yet?" Kaoru asked.

"Give me a minute." Haruhi grumbled. He heard her gasp and something fall over in the bathroom. "Damn….What about you and Hikaru."

Kaoru sighed. "I don't know. I think he really does want to go home; he seemed confused when I asked him to. He wants things to be like before, but refuses to give up this crazy lifestyle."

"And you're unwilling to give up Yukiko," Haruhi told him.

"I love her," he said simply.

"And why did Tamaki go with you guys?" She grumbled. "I mean I told him to get out of my hair, but I didn't mean to go crash Kyoya's party."

"What, afraid he'd see your dirty texts." Kaoru smirked.

"Yeah, a bit."

Kaoru cringed. "Actually Honey dragged Tamaki along. He acted like it was all Tamaki's fault when he was really mad at Kyoya."

"I think Honey just needed someone to blame." Haruhi opened the door.

Kaoru turned and his eyes widened. Haruhi was wearing light make-up and the jewelry he had picked out for her. She had tight dark blue jeans and a silky black backless top with three ties going along the back to hold it together.

"Holy shit." He blinked.

Haruhi frowned. "Are we going or not?"

"I'm taking you to that club so you can see the way Kyoya and them have been acting, not so you can screw him." Kaoru crossed his arms.

"My dad wears stuff like this all the time." She looked down at her black flats. "Except he wears heels."

Kaoru shook his head. "You owe me for this, triple if I have to watch you with that jackass." Kaoru grabbed his keys. He watched her head for the door, tucking her hair behind her ear. He frowned. Kyoya, if you hurt her I swear I will kill you.

Kaoru led Haruhi into the loud club, careful to make sure that he held onto her arm. He saw a few men looking over at them and he didn't know if Haruhi would know how to shut them down well enough. She may have learned a bit since high school, but she was still quite a bit oblivious to things. They stopped at the bar and the bartender nodded at her.

Kaoru shook his head and looked around the club. He wanted to find Kyoya. He wanted to make Haruhi see the true Kyoya; the jerk that constantly drank and danced with loose women. He wanted to make Haruhi give up on him before she got hurt. He didn't want Haruhi to be another notch on Kyoya's headboard. Kaoru spotted Kyoya in his usual garb; blue jeans and a black tank covered by an unbuttoned blue shirt. He was dirty dancing with some woman, his lips on her neck. She leaned back into him, letting him move down her neck while his hand moved from her hip to her ass.

Kaoru frowned, but still prodded Haruhi and pointed to Kyoya. Haruhi blinked and watched the two dance. She looked around and shrugged, everyone was dancing like that, though she felt a slight surge of anger surface when the woman kissed him on the lips. She had to remind herself that Kyoya was a single man and that's how they acted. She headed for Kyoya. Kaoru sighed. She was supposed to hate this, not head for the idiot. He looked around for Hikaru and Takashi. He looked up to the balcony and saw Takashi looking over the rail.

Kyoya nibbled down the woman's neck and felt her moan against him. He looked up to make sure they didn't bump into anyone and his eyes widened. Haruhi Fujioka was dolled up and headed his way. He moved to the woman's ear. "I'm sorry, but here comes my girlfriend," he lied.

The woman stiffened and turned and gave him a horrified look. She quickly rushed off, expecting an extremely pissed off girlfriend. Kyoya looked back to Haruhi and she smiled at him. He smirked back at her.

"Where'd she go?" Haruhi asked.

Kyoya shrugged. "She got bored." He looked around. "Do you want a drink?"

Haruhi shook her head. "Do you want to dance?"

Kyoya nodded and pulled her closer so he could dance with her. Haruhi smiled up at him; it was weird seeing his gray eyes without his glasses covering them. She moved to the beat with Kyoya but noticed that he did not move as fast as before. They were close together but nowhere near how close Kyoya had just been.

"You're dancing different," she told him.

"You're different," he stated.

Haruhi frowned. Does he still see me as Tamaki's girl?

He hooked his finger in her belt loop. "If you really want to dance close though-" He pulled her up against him and Haruhi gasped at the sudden closeness. Her hands were against his chest and she looked up at him. She smirked and turned around to shimmy like Mei had shown her. Kyoya bit his lip as Haruhi moved against him. It became a lot harder to keep from embarrassing himself when it was Haruhi and not some random woman. His hands found her hips and he blew against her ear. He smirked when he saw her gasp and her eyes close. He knew how much it affected her.

Kaoru waited for his drink and stared at the two on the dance floor. This was definitely not going to plan. He chewed on his lip until he finally received his order. He took a giant drink of it and looked back over at Haruhi. He was positive if this continued he would get to see way more of Kyoya than he ever wanted to see. He blinked in surprised as he realized that Kyoya was actually smiling. Instead of his usual smirk; a real smile adorned his face. Kyoya ran his fingers over Haruhi's arms, up and down creating friction making Kaoru roll his eyes. Then Kyoya slowed as something flitted across his face. He looked to Haruhi with a strange look and slowly moved back a few steps, letting Haruhi slip out of his fingertips. He pulled away completely; his hair covered his face concealing his expression. He quickly turned and walked away. Haruhi continued dancing, not realizing Kyoya had left. Kaoru frowned as he watched Haruhi turn her head to where Kyoya had been. She turned her head the other way and then turned all the way around looking for Kyoya. She looked back to Kaoru with confusion and hurt all over her face.

Kaoru sighed and shook his head. He looked down, not wanting to see that torn expression on her face.

Takashi watched Kyoya let Haruhi slip through his fingertips, and frowned. He could only guess the expression on Kyoya's face as Kyoya made his way for the exit. Takashi shook his head and turned to get Hikaru. He could swear that he'd seen Kyoya down an absinthe tonight. Takashi grabbed Hikaru by the collar, and pulled him away from whatever drug that he was doing at the moment.

"Hey!" Hikaru grabbed at Takashi's hand.

"Kyoya." Takashi jerked his head as a gesture that they should go.

"He's a big boy. Now let go!" Hikaru pulled at his shirt. Takashi lifted Hikaru clean off his seat by the collar and set him on the ground so he could head for the stairs. "But-"

"Now," Takashi pointed to the stairs. He steered Hikaru out of the club. Outside they headed for the parking lot. They could see Kyoya ahead already with his keys out making the Lamborghini's suicide doors open up. They averted the kicked over trashcan and a smashed beer bottle and headed for the passenger side.

"Go away!" Kyoya growled with the darkest expression Takashi had ever seen. He could feel his hair stand on end. Takashi managed to shake his head and climb into the car. He let out a grunt when Hikaru plopped on top of him.

"Where are we going?" Hikaru grinned.

"We?" Kyoya growled. Takashi could smell the alcohol on Kyoya's breath.

"You shouldn't drive," Takashi said. Kyoya ignored him and shut his door. "You're drunk."

"Fate is not that perfect," Kyoya stated and started the car.

Hikaru shut their door. "It's Kyoya. He's got everything perfectly under control."

Kyoya peeled out of the parking lot. Hikaru grasped the door and Takashi's leg in an attempt to still himself. Takashi gripped his seat and Hikaru, and cursing himself for not putting his seatbelt on. Though he wasn't sure how he would do it now that Hikaru was on top of him. Kyoya switched lanes so fast that it sent the two men into the door.

"Stop," Takashi told him. "You're going to wreck!"

Kyoya ignored him and continued to speed down the road.

Takashi tightened his grip on Hikaru. If they wrecked there was nothing to prevent him from going out the window. He glared at Kyoya. "How can you drive like this when your mother-"

"My mother was not drinking, nor was the asshole in that other car; so that information is extremely irrelevant," Kyoya ground out.

Takashi dug his nails into the seat as Kyoya sped through a yellow light. He tried again, "You're going to get us pulled over."

Kyoya jerked the wheel, squealing the tires to turn into another street. Takashi managed to hold a laughing Hikaru in place.

"I think Takashi likes me." Hikaru giggled and gripped Takashi's arm. Takashi stared into Hikaru's red-rimmed eyes. This is bad.

"So what?" Kyoya switched lanes again. He glared at Takashi, "My family practically owns the police."

Takashi turned his head, knowing it to be true. He saw the light up ahead was red, but Kyoya made no inclination that he planned to slow down. "The light."

"I would just have to listen to another one-"

"The light, Kyoya!"

"-of my father's I'm not proud of you lectures."

"The light's RED!" Takashi yelled as he gripped the seat as they headed for the intersection.

"No, it's not," Kyoya said as the light turned green a moment before they entered the intersection.

Hikaru laughed. "See, Kyoya always has it planned out."

Takashi shook his head. "Kyoya, you need to stop this right now. Don't you see how bad this is?"

"Of course it is." Kyoya sped up. Takashi didn't dare look to see how fast. "Everything I enjoy is bad or wrong. And somehow it will end up hurting someone."

"Kyoya." Takashi stared at the red light they were fast approaching.

"If I feel a shred of happiness, I should just know to stop." Kyoya sighed. "..3…2…1…" The light turned green.

Takashi's heart pounded in his chest. "That's not true."

"Isn't it? If I were to be with her, then it would kill Tamaki! Every time I come close to succeeding, my family turns their back on me! One by one, all of my friends are turning on me because I'm trying to hold onto what I care about." Kyoya's hands were white on the steering wheel. "The only time I'm ever happy is when I can't think about the shit hole my life is."

Takashi's eyes widened.

Kyoya made a noise of frustration. "..5..4…"

Hikaru began to count down with him. "..3…2…1…"

"Kyoya-" Takashi started as they crossed the intersection. He stopped as bright lights flashed from Kyoya's window from the car coming in to T-bone them. Takashi pulled Hikaru tight back into him and threw his hand up to the ceiling to steady them from the impending crash. He heard a loud screech and felt the entire car swerve out of control. They came to a dead halt underneath the green light.

"Not fair!" Hikaru laughed. "That guy totally ran that light."

Takashi took a ragged breath, still clutching the dark haired twin. He looked over to Kyoya who was holding his head in his hands.

Tamaki sat at a corner booth in the café. He continued to check his cell as he waited. Earlier he had received a text from Takashi to meet him here and got no further explanation. It made him a bit apprehensive. He looked around the café as he wondered if Takashi had found out about him and Honey. Tamaki sighed as he knew that it might have to do with the fight that Honey and Takashi had just had. Maybe Takashi wanted to say that he could no longer watch Kyoya. Tamaki stared at the table.

Takashi walked in to see Tamaki staring at the table in a somber mood. He made his was over to the blond. He sat across from him and stared.

"What-" Tamaki began.

"You need to talk to Kyoya," Takashi told him.

"What's going on?" Tamaki asked. "Did he find out? Is he mad? Is he okay?"

Takashi looked away. "He doesn't know." He paused. "Kyoya's in a bad place. He needs you."

"He won't talk to me," Tamaki told him. "That's why you're there."

Takashi sighed. "He doesn't care about anything anymore."

"He still cares what his father thinks," Tamaki told him. "He didn't call my bluff at that party."

"He doesn't care," Takashi repeated. He looked back to Tamaki. "We almost wrecked last night."

Tamaki's eyes widened. "What do you mean-"

"You're not supposed to know," Takashi told him. "He'll know I told you."

"What-Mori what's going on?" Tamaki demanded.

Takashi frowned. "Kyoya was drunk."

Kyoya's door slammed open, followed quickly by a slam shut. Kyoya sighed behind his un-translated book without looking up. "Is it possible for anyone to knock?" He asked bored.

Tamaki grabbed the book out of Kyoya's hands and tossed it aside and then gripped both sides of the armrest preventing Kyoya from escaping. He glared angrily at Kyoya, "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" Kyoya frowned at the man.

"You! Drunk driving! Almost killing half of the host club members!" Tamaki yelled.

Kyoya stared at him. "Three out of seven former host club members does NOT constitute as half." Kyoya ground out. "And where the hell did you hear that from?" Kyoya tried to push Tamaki's arms away.

"It doesn't matter." Tamaki shook his head, still refusing to let Kyoya up. "What matters is the fact that you were driving around drunk! Do you not even care what happened to your mother?"

"Why is it so hard for anyone to understand," Kyoya pushed Tamaki back and stood. "That what I did last night has nothing to do with her?"

"Yes it does!"

"A hired hit-man slammed his car into my parents. How the fuck is that even similar?" Kyoya clenched his fists.

"They could have been killed, Kyoya! You could have been killed!" Tamaki told him. "It's like you don't care."

"It's unrelated! Irrelevant! Over a decade apart in time!" Kyoya yelled.

"No." Tamaki shook his head. "I meant about anything."

Kyoya scowled.

"After last night…God, Kyoya do you even care if you live or die?" Tamaki shook his head as he stared at the floor.

Kyoya's mouth opened to give a rebuttal but nothing came out. He blinked as the cold realization hit him: he didn't. He closed his mouth when he realized that there were no words.

Tamaki stared at the floor still waiting for Kyoya's sarcastic remark. The yells, the pushing him away, but nothing came. The silence weighed in on him. Tamaki looked up and sought out his best friend's eyes. The seconds lengthened and Tamaki's eyes widened.

"Kyoya?" He whispered, afraid to hear the truth.

Kyoya remained silent. His mouth refused to work. There was no way he could lie to Tamaki anyway; what was the point?

"Kyoya?" Tamaki said a bit louder as he swallowed over the lump in his throat. He stared into those cold gray eyes. It looked as if the light had been pulled right out of Kyoya. He could feel his emotions swirl and Tamaki yelled. "Answer me!"

Kyoya tilted his head slightly, "And what? Dirty your conscience?"

"Kyoya!" Tamaki grabbed Kyoya by the shoulders; Kyoya just stared back with those cold eyes.

Kyoya pushed him away and walked out of the condo, grabbing his keys along the way.

"KYOYA!" He heard Tamaki behind him. He quickly walked toward the elevator. It shut right before he got to it. He looked over his shoulder to see that Tamaki wasn't in sight and he headed for the stairwell. He headed up to the roof. The door was locked, so he sat next to it in the dark. He could hear Tamaki pounding on the buttons for the elevator and the French curses he spat out. As he sat there in the empty staircase, a cold hollowness set in.

I have a certain idea of how Kyoya was with his mother, how she died and how he reacted. One day my lazy butt might actually write about it. Please Review
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