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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'm slightly sad that I only had 2 reviews seeing as that the last chapter was my absolute fave...oh well. I'll live. Thankyou for reviewing-Dark Ravie and Guest! You both deserve Kyoya shaped cookies!

An arm tightened around Kyoya's midsection and pulled Kyoya closer. Kyoya furrowed his brow as he felt the warm body pressed behind him. Saliva pooled in his mouth and Kyoya swallowed against it. His eyes cracked open one at a time and he could only see darkness. After blinking a few times his contacts righted themselves and he could tell that he was actually in his own room. More saliva pooled in his mouth accompanied by the strong taste of bile. Kyoya managed to swallow it back down, though his stomach turned. Kyoya began to turn his head but immediately stopped as a pounding began. He grimaced at the sudden headache. He tried to lift an arm but it felt like lead.

Kyoya laid there until the need to vomit became so bad that he made himself roll to the side of the bed. Kyoya coughed as the bile continued to pool in his mouth even after his stomach emptied onto the floor. His hand gripped his head in pain as the headache hit with full force. He tried to sit up but everything hurt. His skull felt like it was splitting and his chest felt heavy like someone had dropped a boulder on it. Kyoya moved slowly to sit on the side of the bed while cursing at the fact that it even hurt to sit. Kyoya rubbed his chest, pushing the necklace out of the way. He felt marks along his chest and looked down. Angry red claw marks marred his chest and he was wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

The bed shifted next to him and Kyoya nearly cursed. He didn't want to deal with this right now, and he really didn't want anyone to see him like this. "Are you okay?" Came that damned question. Kyoya wanted to throw something at the idiot female that lay in his bed.

Kyoya turned his head to bite out a hurtful remark but stopped. He stared at Takashi who stared back with a worried expression. Kyoya didn't show any reaction as he realized that it was Takashi who sat in his bed completely naked. Kyoya took a breath and turned back around to stare at his dresser. It seemed empty for some reason.

"Kyoya?" Takashi said quietly.

Kyoya ignored him. He took a deep breath and pushed off the bed, fully intending to walk far, far away from the man and the obvious mistake he had made. The second Kyoya stood, his legs buckled in pain and he fell forward. He managed to turn his body mid-fall so his back absorbed most of the impact of hitting the dresser instead of his head. Kyoya let out a painful yell as his back hit the dresser. His entire body cringed in pain as he doubled over.

"Kyoya!" Takashi jumped out of bed. He stumbled slightly at first but rushed to the younger man's aid.

Kyoya shoved a hand up to stop Takashi, "No!" He shook his head. He closed his eyes as his entire body pulsated with pain. "Just get away from me."

Takashi stopped and stared at the usually in-control man. He looked down at himself and then grabbed the pants that he had taken off the night before. They still didn't fit, but it would probably put Kyoya at ease.

Takashi kneeled next to Kyoya. "What do you remember?" He asked softly.

Kyoya took a deep breath and tried to think. His mind didn't seem to want to cooperate; everything seemed fuzzy. He furrowed his brow as he pushed himself to think. "The last thing I remember was going to the club….We were talking and you kept bitching about Honey….and I started to feel funny." Kyoya grimaced. "The drink. The fucking drink. The bastard must have put something in it."

"After that?" Takashi prodded.

Kyoya shook his head. "I went down some stairs to see if I could throw it up." He stopped. "I don't remember getting there."

"I don't think you did," Takashi told him.

"Where was Hikaru?" Kyoya looked at him.

"He was checking up on me." Takashi looked away. "I was supposed to drink it, not you."

"You would think he'd figure it out," Kyoya spat and clutched his head.

"I was really drunk," Takashi told him. He sighed. "Everything's in bits and pieces." He gestured at his head.

Kyoya pulled himself up while swearing. He unsteadily walked out of the room.

Takashi sighed and spotted the trashcan. He tilted his head as he saw medical packaging in it and then his eyes widened. "Kyoya!"

Kyoya ignored the older man as he stumbled into the living room. He stopped and stared: there were documents everywhere, the recliner was on its side and appeared to be broken, and his laptop lay on the ground with its screen shattered. He ran his fingers in his hair as he tried to come to terms with the situation.

Takashi walked up behind him. "I have to tell you something about last night."

Kyoya shook his head and walked past the living room. He glanced at the kitchen door hanging by a single hinge as he walked into the kitchen. The room was in pieces. Every plate that Kyoya had carefully picked out for its handmade beauty and obvious expensive taste were nothing more than shattered pieces on the floor. The vase that he had actually really liked had been shattered. Every cabinet and drawer had been ripped open with their contents thrown everywhere. Someone had upturned the table and there was what appeared to be peanut butter smeared across the walls. Kyoya swallowed against his dry mouth. "We did this?"

Takashi looked down. "Things got really bad last night."

Kyoya picked up a large piece of plate that had been lying by his feet.

"I was really drunk and you were on this thing that made you completely different. Hikaru gave you-"

"Get out," Kyoya breathed.

Takashi paused. "Kyoya, you don't understand. Last night you were on the floor-"

"Just get out!" Kyoya glared at the man.

"You have to listen to me!" Takashi told him. "You almost-"

"GET OUT!" Kyoya slammed the dish down.

Takashi frowned as he stared into Kyoya's face. He opened his mouth but then shut it again. He turned and headed out of the kitchen. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get Kyoya to listen, not right now. Kyoya just needed time to cool off. Then I'll come back.

Kyoya waited until the front door closed. He closed his eyes and stood still in the middle of the disaster that he had apparently made. He took a deep shuddering breath and looked down at the counter in front of him. A plate lay there that had been broken in half. His fingers twitched as he looked at it. He grabbed one side of the plate and could see his reflection in it. Kyoya's hair stuck up at odd angles from god knows what, his eyes had dark circles around them and his nose had a dark purplish bruise on it. He took another deep breath and felt his headache pulse again. He slammed the dish down, shattering it into pieces. He grabbed the other side and flung it across the room. He stormed to the fridge and grabbed out every alcohol and smashed it on the floor. Then he pushed the fridge over in his anger. He turned and kicked at a pot. Kyoya yelled out in pain as he accidentally kicked a piece of glassware instead. He leaned on the counter and looked down at the jagged piece of glass sticking out of the ball of his foot. He yanked the glass out, not noticing how little he felt of it.

Kyoya righted himself and stared at the glass now stained red. Drops of blood fell to the floor in a sickening drip. He watched one drop slide down the jagged edge.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Kyoya's glazed eyes looked up. He was breathing heavy and unsure if he had actually heard the door. He swallowed as he heard knocking at the door again. He looked down at the glass that was covered in his blood and dropped it onto the floor. His fingers trembled as they reached over to the now torn flesh of his left wrist.

Kyoya looked back up as the knocking continued. He took in another deep breath and headed for the door, clutching his wrist. Fear prickled in Kyoya; his wrist didn't hurt. He glanced down and saw that it was bleeding. He didn't imagine it. He peeked through the peephole.

"Kyoya? Are you there? It's Akito!" He pulled away from the door and headed for his room. Akito couldn't see him like this. He grabbed a wife beater off the ground and wound it around his wrist. Then he took a shirt out of his closet and pulled it on, making sure to cover up his bound wrist.

The door unlocked from the other room. "Kyoya?"

Kyoya headed out of his room, not thinking about the fact that his shirt was still unbuttoned. When Akito spotted him he realized his mistake and tried to hide his tattoo with his shirt.

"Don't bother," Akito told him. "I saw it last night."

"Last night?" Kyoya tilted his head. He crossed his arms making sure to keep his left wrist tucked.

"Don't you-" Akito paused. "Didn't they tell you?"

Kyoya shook his head slowly. He could feel bile pooling in his mouth again. His wrist started to pulsate.

Akito sighed. "They were supposed to tell you. They weren't supposed to leave you by yourself." He frowned. "I thought Morinozuka would have at least told you what happened."

Kyoya tried to think but everything seemed so fuzzy. His brain still refused to work and instead seemed to go unusually slow. "Oh that. Yeah I figured it out." Kyoya looked down.

"I won't tell Dad, but this has to stop now." Akito walked closer to him.

"Believe me." Kyoya made sure his wrist had been tucked. "Men really aren't my taste."

Akito stared at him and then shook his head while sighing. "That would actually make a lot of sense." He looked back at Kyoya. "That's why Morinozuka was-" He shook his head again. "That doesn't matter. And that's not what I was talking about."

Kyoya eyed him in confusion. He pushed his wrist into his chest as it pulsated. Why doesn't it hurt?

Akito eyed Kyoya warily. "Kyo, your friend slipped some drugs into your drink last night: ecstasy and LSD." Akito searched Kyoya's face. "You had too much…you overdosed and they called me."

"Overdosed?" Kyoya frowned. He tried to remember but there was nothing.

"You died," Akito told him. "Kaoru did CPR on you and I used the paddles. It took a minute or so to bring you back."

Kyoya stared at the floor. I died. The words echoed in his head. He took in a breath as a wave of some emotion hit him. He tightened his left fist as he realized it was guilt. "Hikaru," Kyoya said. "You mean Hikaru did CPR."

"No." Akito shook his head. "Hikaru is the dark haired one who slipped you the drugs. He spent a majority of the time against the wall freaking out. Kaoru is the redhead who helped me. They were supposed to explain all of this to you when you woke up."

"They didn't," Kyoya said. They didn't even stay to make sure I woke up.

"Well, they were supposed to-Kyoya, what the hell happened to your foot!" Akito stared at the blood seeping into the carpet.

Kyoya shrugged. He had forgotten about it. Akito grabbed Kyoya's right arm and tugged him to the couch. He grabbed the bag that he had left at the door and started to clean the wound. Kyoya watched him apply the adhesive stiches and then bandage the whole foot.

"What happened?" Akito asked as he finished the bandage.

"There's broken glass all over the kitchen," Kyoya told him. "I was going to go clean my foot up when you knocked." He lied.

Akito searched Kyoya's face. "Are you going to be okay?"

Kyoya frowned. "I'm fine."

Akito nodded. "Just so you know, overdosing doesn't just go away in a night. You may feel a bit out of it for the next week." He paused. "If you start to feel pain in your chest or depressed you call me."

Kyoya frowned. "It feels like someone punched me in the chest."

"That would be the paddles," Akito told him. "Just call if you feel any worse. I'll stop by tonight regardless."

Kyoya nodded. "I'm fine."

"You should really be with someone right now just in case," Akito told him.

"I just called a friend," Kyoya lied. "They'll be here in a minute."

Akito nodded. "You want me to wait?"

Kyoya shook his head. "I need to get cleaned up."

Takashi paused outside of Honey's condo. He sighed as he realized he had already begun referring to it as Mitsukuni's instead of our condo. He knew what he had to do. Even if they were no longer together, Takashi felt that Honey had the right to know of what had happened the night before. An image of Kyoya kissing him came back to him, but was short lived. Takashi could only think of the look of hurt on Kyoya's face when he was yelling at him to get out.

Takashi knocked on the door and waited. Amaya opened the door and her eyes widened. "Mori?" She grabbed him by the arm and hugged him tightly.

"Takashi?" Sayuri stepped out of Amaya's room wearing nothing but her underwear.

Takashi raised a brow.

"We got to talking a few days ago, and… well, we're back together." Amaya smiled brightly. She looked Takashi over noting how he was only in jeans that didn't fit. "And I guess we weren't the only ones who had a good night."

"Where's Honey?" Sayuri asked as she pulled on a large T-shirt of Mori's.

Takashi frowned. "He's not here?"

Both women's faces fell. "He wasn't with you last night?" Sayuri asked.

Takashi shook his head. He headed for his old room. He had left several things here in his hasty move. There should be clothes.

Amaya frowned. "He messaged earlier to say that some people were dragging him to some café."

Takashi emerged from the room fully clothed. He sniffed himself and surmised that his drunken shower had taken away most of the smell of alcohol. "I know the one."

"If you weren't out with Honey…" Sayuri began but Takashi shook his head.

"If you see Mitskuni tell him to call me," Takashi said as he walked out the door. He pulled out his cell and texted Kyoya. You need to call me. I know you want to be left alone right now but it is important. Call when you can.

Tamaki grinned at the people around him. Most of the host club sat around the table at the usual café. Haruhi seemed a bit preoccupied with texting, Honey was depressed and the twins seemed a bit antsy, but they were together. Even better was the fact that the twins seemed to be getting along. Honey sat sipping his sweet shake and even managed a coherent sentence or two.

Haruhi checked her cell again and sighed. She had texted Kyoya several hours ago to see if he was okay and texted him again an hour ago to see if he would join them. He didn't reply to either text which was unusual for him; he always texted her back. She scrolled through the messages and reread his. She reasoned to herself that he wasn't avoiding her and that Kyoya was just still asleep.

"What's up?" Kaoru leaned over and tried to peek at her cell.

Haruhi shook her head and slipped her cell into her pocket. "Nothing," She told him

Kaoru frowned as he saw the sad look on Haruhi's face. He leaned back into his chair and looked over to Hikaru. His twin poked at the food he had gotten, as his mind stayed preoccupied. Kaoru knew that they were both worried about the same person. Kaoru leaned toward Hikaru and whispered, "We'll call in a little bit after they've calmed down. Kyoya probably won't be awake until 2 anyway."

"That gives me an hour." Hikaru let out a derisive snort. "They're going to kill me."

"They just need to cool down," Kaoru told him as he looped an arm around his shoulder.

Haruhi checked her cell again as the twins whispered about something; still nothing. Haruhi set the cell on the table and stared at the evil device that refused to receive her texts. She glanced at the door hopefully and her eyes widened when she saw Kyoya walking through them. She smiled brightly but the smile fell quickly. Kyoya looked angry; angry and disheveled. He had hair sticking up everywhere, dark circles underneath his eyes, and a bruise across his nose. His clothes were rumpled and he walked with a limp. He didn't even have his glasses on.

Kyoya made a straight line for the twins and stopped right behind Hikaru. He placed his hand on Hikaru's shoulder. The dark haired twin turned his head and then looked up into the Shadow King's infamous glare and immediately looked back down to the table. His face turned a few shades paler.

"We need to talk." Kyoya tightened his grip on Hikaru's shoulder.

Hikaru nodded and rose quickly. He began to head for the door but Kyoya steered him toward the back of the café to an empty booth instead. Neither of them sat, but instead stood right in front of it. The rest of the host club watched in silence as Hikaru began talking and gesturing with his hands. The longer he talked the angrier Kyoya got.

"What's up with Kyoya?" Tamaki asked concerned.

Honey looked back at the door and then back to Kyoya. "Where's Takashi? Wasn't he with him?"

Kaoru answered neither question. He continued to watch until he saw Kyoya's fist clench. He turned his head and stared at the table. He heard a clatter and a few people gasped and yelled.

Tamaki rose quickly but Kaoru reached and grabbed him by the arm. "He deserved it."

Tamaki stared at him incredulously and then they both turned to see Hikaru on the ground with a bloody nose. Kyoya stepped over his body and wiped his knuckles off on his jeans. He made his way for the door.

"Kyoya!" Haruhi yelled at the raven haired man. Kyoya paused at the door but didn't turn around. The door opened next to him and Takashi walked through it. Takashi paused as he saw Kyoya. Kyoya glared at him and headed out the door leaving a stunned Takashi in his wake. Takashi shook his head and then headed for the table that seated most of the former host club. He shot a dark look to Kaoru and then looked to Honey.

"Mitskuni," He began and immediately Honey brightened. "We need to talk."

"Okay." Honey nodded.

"Alone." Takashi gestured to a booth near where Hikaru had just gotten punched. Honey nodded and headed for the table with Takashi in tow.

Hikaru eyed the two as they passed him and then he sat down next to Kaoru while clutching his nose. Kaoru handed him a napkin and asked, "How far did you get?"

Hikaru hung his head. "And then I left for pizza."

Kaoru blinked. "I'm actually surprised you made it past the kendo match."

"I may have left that part out," Hikaru told him.

Haruhi glared at the two twins. "What is going on?"

"Nothing," The twins said in unison.

"What's Mori saying?" Tamaki asked quietly as he watched the cousins talk.

The three of them looked over to see Takashi talking to Honey. Honey's smile was long gone and he was staring at the table. The smaller man seemed to be in shock as Takashi continued to speak.

"I vote that we leave, " Kaoru whispered to Hikaru before standing.

"Do you think he'll blame me?" Hikaru stood as well.

"I do," Kaoru said and grabbed his brother's arm to lead him. Haruhi grabbed her bag and cell before chasing after the two. She was determined to get to the bottom of this.

Tamaki glanced over to the door as it swung shut behind the three. He looked back to the booth where Honey sat with his head in his hands. "What's going on?" he whispered to himself.

There you go. I just need to edit the next chapter. The lost chapter is about ready to go but i'm being a stubborn ass about posting it :p

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