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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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Littleliar666-I'm going to go see if I can go fix that 'wrong twin' thing. Sorry about that. Kyoya pulled away because of Tamaki. :(

SortingDumbledear-thankyouthankyouthankyou. I'm so happy for your review. the dream was a last minute idea and i'm so glad i put it in now :)

As always-enjoy and review.

Kyoya propped his head up with his hand as he wrote in his notebook. It was pointless; they had already covered most of this last time. Kyoya had already read the chapter and did the work. He sighed and wrote down another equation. He knew it already but it made him look busy. Looking busy made Tamaki leave him alone.

Tamaki very un-covertly passed a piece of paper to Kyoya. Kyoya sighed and looked at the paper.

Want to go get a sundae? Peanut butter!

Kyoya pulled the piece of paper to him.

Don't you have a big exam tomorrow?

Yeah. Want to help me study? We can hang out or something.

Actually study or listen to you rant?

Tamaki read over what Kyoya wrote and sighed. Kyoya turned to look back at the board. So far he had managed to stay away from Tamaki. He planned to keep it that way. He really didn't want to hear Tamaki's You should care speech. He just didn't want to deal with it. Kyoya just wanted to be left alone.

The class ended and Kyoya stood, grabbing his bag. Tamaki hurried after him, catching up with him at the door. Kyoya looked over to his right and sighed. "What?" He continued walking toward the lunch room.

"Can you just-" Tamaki frowned. "Text me tonight or something? I'm here if you need me."

Kyoya paused and readjusted his bag. "Whatever."

Tamaki gave a half-smile and walked away. Kyoya watched him head down the hall and he took out his cell. He set an alarm for 9:00 pm labeled text the idiot. He started to put the cell back in his pocket but it vibrated. He raised a brow as he realized that it was a text from Haruhi. Can I get that ride?

Kyoya looked up and searched for a window; dark clouds loomed outside. He suddenly remembered the abnormal warm front heading in. He frowned and quickly texted her back: Where are you?

Near the bus stop.

Kyoya began a quick walk as he texted her back. Meet me in the parking structure. He made a dash for the structure. A few minutes later he saw Haruhi leaning on his car, her head was turned as she watched the clouds moving in. Her fingers had turned white from gripping her books so tightly.

"Haruhi," He called. She jumped and turned her scared eyes to him. He unlocked the car. "Get in."

Haruhi nodded and scooted into his car, immediately buckling her seatbelt. She looked back at the sky and pulled the door down. Kyoya got into the car next to her and peeled out of the structure. He glanced up at the dark clouds and could see flashes of lightning in the distance.

"Thanks Kyoya," Haruhi whispered as she stared out the window.

"No problem," He told her. "Is your father home?"

Haruhi shook her head. "…no…he works a double shift tonight."

Haruhi whimpered as a low rumble of thunder resounded. Kyoya turned on the radio. Haruhi looked over at him in question. She looked back out the window as the pop song continued. Another loud thunder crashed and she closed her eyes while clenching her books. Kyoya turned the radio louder.

"Sing with it," he told her.

Haruhi turned her head. "I can't sing." She looked back out the window.

"Not the point," he told her. "It will take your mind off of it."

Haruhi mouthed the words to the song, somewhat embarrassed. Another roar of thunder made her start to sing aloud. She looked over at Kyoya in time to see him wince. She stopped. Kyoya sighed and started singing along with the song, hoping it would make Haruhi start again. It took another verse to get her to sing, and about three songs to get to her home.

They had barely made it in the door when the rain started. Kyoya shut the door behind them and headed for the living room. Lightning flashed, illuminating the entire room and Haruhi ran to the bathroom. Kyoya turned on the radio and pulled the curtains; he went to her room and grabbed the blanket off her bed. He stopped by the bathroom door and knocked on it.

"Haruhi, come on out," He said.

"I'm fine," She whimpered. He tried the handle and found it unlocked. He opened the door to see Haruhi sitting on the sink counter. He sighed and grabbed her hand; leading her to the living room. She sat on the couch and he placed the blanket around her. Thunder roared and she curled up and placed her hands over her ears. Kyoya sat on the couch and pulled her into his lap, holding her to him. She gripped his shirt as the storm raged on outside.

"Just concentrate on the music and my voice," Kyoya told her. "It's just a storm, it'll pass quickly."

Haruhi nodded. She knew it was true, she had told herself this countless times. But it never seemed to help.

"Have you ever read the Brothers Grimm?" Kyoya asked her. He felt Haruhi shake her head. "It's quite an interesting read; I'll let you borrow it."

"You'd let me?" Haruhi whispered. She flinched as she heard the thunder.

Kyoya nodded. He held her tightly as he felt her flinch. "It's a lot safer the further it is away from Hikaru."

Haruhi let out a soft giggle. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She felt safe wrapped up in Kyoya's arms, but she would still jump at every rumble. "Kyoya?"

"Hmm?"

"Where'd you learn to sing?" Haruhi asked.

Kyoya remained silent.

"I was just curious, because you actually can-" Haruhi jumped at the thunder. The storm was almost on top of them.

"Where'd you learn to cook?" He asked.

"My mom," Haruhi told him. Then she realized, "your mom taught you."

Kyoya rested his head on Haruhi's. The wind picked up outside and Kyoya racked his brain for another topic to distract Haruhi. "Can I get your opinion on something?"

Haruhi watched the dark curtains light up as lightning flashed. "W-what's that?"

"My brothers and I were discussing an interesting concept of psychology," he lied. "About the differences between a person being suicidal and a person not caring."

"Not caring?" Haruhi clutched Kyoya's shirt. She snuggled into him.

"About anything," Kyoya elaborated. "Like whether they lived or died even."

Haruhi buried her head into Kyoya's chest as thunder shook the apartment. Kyoya could feel Haruhi's tears through his shirt and cursed the clouds above. He hated seeing her cry. It felt even worse to feel her tears and not be able to help.

"….not caring….." Haruhi whispered. "…I think would be….worse."

Kyoya held her close. "I thought it would be the other way around."

Haruhi slowly shook her head. "No. You can usually tell when a person is suicidal; they act different and usually call for help. Someone who doesn't care probably wouldn't be found out. No one could help them."

Kyoya nodded. "But someone who doesn't care isn't necessarily trying to kill themselves."

"But they won't try to preserve themselves either." Haruhi jumped as the thunder made the apartment shake again.

Kyoya nodded. She was right. The other night he had been so angry that he didn't really care what he did. When he had seen the car about to hit him, he had swerved to protect Hikaru and Takashi. His own safety never even occurred to him. He was curious if he had been the only one in the car, would he have swerved?

"Kyoya?" Haruhi asked quietly.

Kyoya looked down into her wide questioning eyes. "Hmm?"

"Would you ever tell me if something was wrong?" She searched his eyes.

Kyoya gave her his best host smile, making sure that his glasses caught the light. "No." He pulled her back into his chest.

Haruhi jumped again at the thunder, and clutched Kyoya. After a moment she whispered, "I wish you would."

Kyoya stroked her hair, but didn't say anything. They stayed that way for a while. The storm continued to rage around them and Kyoya found himself softly singing to the woman. He had never done that for anyone in his life, but for some reason it seemed to calm her. The storm turned into a steady rain around them and the thunder subsided. Eventually she fell asleep in his arms, her hands still clutching onto his shirt. He pushed her bangs aside to see her sound asleep.

Kyoya readjusted Haruhi in his arms and stood, holding onto her tight. He made his way to her room, thankful that he had left the door open. He laid her gently on her bed, making sure that the covers covered her completely. Kyoya paused as he hovered over her. After a moment, he leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead.

Haruhi gave a soft sigh and smiled in her sleep. Kyoya pulled away and saw two photographs on her bedside table. The first one was of the host club in Haruhi's first year. The second was of Haruhi in between Kyoya and Tamaki on their men's graduation day. Her arms were around both of their shoulders. He remembered having to bend down so Ranka could take the picture that way. They were all smiling in the picture. Kyoya traced his finger over his smile frozen in time. He didn't think he had any pictures that had him smiling in them. Kyoya looked over to Haruhi. "You're the reason I was smiling," he whispered.

Kyoya tossed his bag onto his bed and headed back out of his room. He peeked into Hikaru's open door to see the twin fast asleep clutching a pillow to himself. Kyoya shook his head and shut the door quietly. He headed for the kitchen to get something to occupy himself. He looked around in the fridge and his hand hovered over the beer. Kyoya frowned and grabbed a soda instead. He opened it and took a drink, leaning against the wall. Kyoya tilted his head in question as he saw the balcony sliding door was opened a crack. He headed over to it and opened it.

Takashi sat in a chair, his feet propped up on the railing. He looked over to Kyoya and gave a half-smile. Kyoya stared at him and leaned against the railing.

"Still mad?" Takashi asked.

Kyoya shook his head. "You didn't know that Honey was going to run to Tamaki." He took a drink.

"I was only worried," Takashi told him. "And Honey knew something was wrong." Takashi looked down. He was still surprised that Kyoya had believed his lie about how Tamaki found out about the drunk driving.

"So is Tamaki." Kyoya sighed. "He wants me to text him later."

"Where've you been?" Takashi asked.

"Haruhi's." Kyoya stared down at the black pavement below. "She needed a ride home."

Takashi raised an eyebrow. "A three hour ride home?"

"The storm," Kyoya stated. He watched as a stray cat walked the alley by itself. He chugged the rest of his soda and looked back down. The cat had disappeared.

"Oh." Takashi nodded.

Kyoya nodded absently. He stared down at the glistening pavement and released his fingers, letting the can drop the many stories to the ground with a clatter. Kyoya stared at it as the sound echoed up to them.

"Been drinking?" Takashi tried to read the strange expression on Kyoya's face. Something about it made him apprehensive.

"Strangely enough, I'm sober." Kyoya said in a far-away voice. "Do you think…" His voice trailed off.

Takashi stared at him, clutching his beer.

"They say that if someone were to jump off a tall place that they can die just from the falling. Is it the fear of death that makes it happen or can they not breathe from the G-force?" Kyoya asked quietly.

Takashi brought his legs down from the rail slowly. "Kyoya?"

"Though from this height," Kyoya leaned forward slightly. "Only way is to hope you hit the right impact or suffer into the hour as you lose blood."

Takashi stared at Kyoya; the light was completely gone from Kyoya's eyes. "…Let's go inside…"Takashi slowly rose.

Kyoya blinked a few times and shook away the thought. "I was discussing it with my brothers earlier, that's all."

Takashi let him lie.

Takashi shut the bedroom door. Honey looked up to see him and then pointedly looked back down at his homework. He was still pissed off about being thrown across the room, and for Takashi to call him by his family name like that. Honey gritted his teeth.

"I need your help." Takashi sat down on the bed next to the studying Honey. "I don't know what to do."

Honey sighed. "Then ask Kyoya."

"He's the problem." Takashi shook his head.

"I'll say." Honey looked up and saw his lover frightened. "Takashi?"

"I think he's suicidal," Takashi told him. "I woke Hikaru before I left, but we can't depend on him."

"Tell Tamaki," Honey ordered. "He's Kyoya's best friend."

"It didn't help. Just made things worse." Takashi swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Kyoya trusts you." Honey frowned. "So, you need to do something."

Takashi stared at him.

Honey gripped Takashi's forearm. "If he's as bad as you say, then we need to intervene."

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