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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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Yay on the reviews i did get. So, i decided to go ahead and post a new chapter. This starts the chapter that have no flashbacks *Cheers*

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Kyoya opened the door to see an overly happy Tamaki.

"It's 9 am," Kyoya growled. His hair stood on end from being tousled from sleep, shirt on inside out and boxers turned toward the right.

"Which means we will have all day to hang out together!" Tamaki dived into a hug. Kyoya tensed, while thanking god that he had thought to put clothes on before answering the door.

"Tamaki, I still need to shower," Kyoya told deaf ears.

Twenty minutes later they sat in Tamaki's car, driving to some unknown destination. Kyoya reclined back in his seat, a scowl on his face. Tamaki smiled brightly at his friend, to which Kyoya sent his best death glare-to no avail.

"Why couldn't I drive?" Kyoya asked.

Tamaki sweat-dropped, "I like to drive." He smiled brightly, while trying to not think of the last time he let Kyoya drive. Tamaki had gripped the dash the entire time as Kyoya tried to reason that he was technically not breaking any laws, or speed limits.

"Where are we going?" Kyoya yawned.

"Almost there." Tamaki pulled into a parking lot around a café. "Kaoru showed me this place."

Kyoya sighed and followed his friend into the café. Immediately Kyoya headed for a booth, while Tamaki headed toward the counter to get some food. A few moments later Tamaki came back holding two sundaes. One was covered in an obscene amount of sprinkles, the other was peanut butter flavored with bits of chocolate and peanut butter mixed into it.

Kyoya sighed. "This does not make up for waking me." Kyoya reached for the peanut butter sundae.

Tamaki grinned and in a sing song voice said, "I got you the big spoon." He held out a humongous spoon. Kyoya couldn't help but chuckle at his best friend's antics.

"How's Kita?" Kyoya asked as he took the spoon from Tamaki.

"Great," Tamaki grinned as he started on his sundae. "She's freaking out over this paper she has due next Monday, but I think it's really good."

"What's the paper over?" Kyoya asked.

"It's a fictional piece based during a war." Tamaki stuffed his mouth. "She picked the French Revolution."

"I assume it's a romance," Kyoya smirked.

"She does have the gift," Tamaki smiled. His eyes drifted to the side as his love-struck mind wandered. Kyoya continued eating his sundae.

"I have to admit that she is quite the writer," Kyoya began, pulling Tamaki out of his trance. "Though, I think it would be nice to see her write something besides romance."

"What else is there?"

"Adventure, mystery, there are numerous genres out there. " Kyoya took a rather large bite.

"I'll ask her if she can." Tamaki shrugged.

"Tell her to try it so she can exercise and expand her writing," Kyoya told him.

"I'll tell her to text you," Tamaki grinned.

Kyoya chuckled. "That may be a better idea." Kyoya reached into his pocket and pulled out a vibrating cell phone. His smile vanished as he read the text.

"Your Dad?" Tamaki asked quietly.

"He wants me to work on something for Yuichi's project," Kyoya sighed.

"You mean your project," Tamaki frowned.

"Well considering the fact that Yuichi is getting all the credit for it, then it's his project." Kyoya tossed his cell onto the table.

"Well, at least you don't have to worry about Yuichi stealing anymore of your projects while you sleep." Tamaki took a bite. "Did you ever tell your-"

"I wish I hadn't told you," Kyoya glared. "It doesn't matter, anyway. I don't care."

"So, what are you doing tonight?" Tamaki tried changing the topic.

"Studying some accounting and working on my management project." Kyoya took another bite. "And throwing up peanut butter."

"You could always put the spoon down," Tamaki grinned.

"Rather not." Kyoya took another bite. "What about you? Any plans?"

"Going out with Kaoru," Tamaki told him.

"Have fun." Kyoya took another bite.

"Would it even be possible for you two to talk to each other?"

"Of course."

"Without yelling?" Tamaki frowned.

"May prove to be quite difficult," Kyoya told him, "but I may be able to insult him in sign language."

"Kyoya!"

"I'd rather speak to his other half anyway," Kyoya sighed.

Tamaki sighed as well.

Kyoya frowned at Tamaki's sigh. "So how are you and Honey?" Kyoya asked. A cherry hit him in the forehead. "Good, I see."

Hikaru leaned back in his chair, his right arm flung over the back. He wore designer jeans and a black wife-beater. He looked over the club which was filled to the brim. He tossed back a shot and made a face. He licked the remaining vodka from his lips and looked over to Kyoya.

Kyoya had both legs resting on the table as he reclined in his chair; his blue button up shirt opened up to reveal a lean chest and the top of a tribal scorpion tattoo. Hikaru's eyes wandered from Kyoya's amber pendant down to the tiny bit of black boxers poking out above his jeans. Kyoya ran his fingers through his already messed up hair and took a drink of his whiskey.

"You know," Hikaru grinned. "I think I've seen a pose like that in one of my magazines."

"Really?" Kyoya glanced over to him. "I figured I'd have to be more spread-eagle for that."

"We could fix that." Hikaru wriggled his eyebrows.

Kyoya smirked and downed the rest of his whiskey.

"Want to dance?" Hikaru threw back his last shot.

"Do you think you can?" Kyoya stared pointedly at the other five empty shots that were in front of Hikaru.

"Or we could do something more fun." Hikaru placed his hand on Kyoya's thigh and gave it a squeeze. Kyoya swatted his hand away.

"Go dance with some girl," Kyoya frowned, "and give me your cell."

"Why?" Hikaru fingered a shot glass.

"You are overly drunk-"

"Am not!"

"-or overly high, and I'd rather not have to pick up all the pieces of your drunk texting." Kyoya held out his hand. Hikaru rolled his eyes and slammed his cell into Kyoya's hand.

Hikaru grumbled and rose to his feet. "I didn't want to fuck you anyway." He stormed off as Kyoya shook his head at the drunken twin.

Kyoya sighed in contentment and let his body relax while inhaling the second-hand smoke of whatever drug the table next to him smoked. Kyoya watched as Hikaru went out onto the dance floor, immediately heading straight for the middle to be a part of the crowd. It wasn't long before he had several women dancing with him. Kyoya smirked; it was actually one of his tactics. Women seemed more willing to be with a guy who seemed a bit tipsy.

Hikaru pulled a long haired brunette closer to him to dance. Kyoya quirked a brow; she seemed really familiar. He sat up to get a better look at the woman, narrowing his eyes. Brown eyes, brown hair, plain face; nothing out of the ordinary, yet Kyoya felt he knew her somewhere. Then it dawned on him and he let out a sigh. He watched as Hikaru whispered into the woman's ear. She batted her lashes and began to lead him off the dance floor.

"Damn," Kyoya muttered. He stood up and walked to the railing, hoping to get Hikaru's attention. Hikaru looked up and Kyoya waved to him to make him come over. Hikaru grinned and waved back before giving a thumbs-up. Kyoya shook his head as he watched Hikaru take the woman into the men's bathroom.

Kyoya shook his head and headed for the bar. He made sure to be in plain view of the bathroom as he received his absinthe. He took a drink as he patiently waited for Hikaru.

The dark haired twin burst out of the bathroom and headed straight for the bar. His frantic eyes stopped on Kyoya, and he made a beeline for him. He grabbed Kyoya's drink from his hand and chugged it.

"I wouldn't-" Kyoya sighed as the last of the brilliant green liquid went into Hikaru's mouth. "I tried to warn you."

"You waved!" Hikaru gasped as he slammed the glass on the bar. "Has that woman never heard of hygiene?!" He shuddered and reached into his pocket. He quickly lit up a cigarette and took several quick puffs. The smell tingled Kyoya's nose.

"What, did they have a sale on that stuff?" Kyoya snickered. "I dare say everyone is smoking it up there." He eyed the people around them. "Which is where we should be if you're going to smoke it."

"I think I'm going to be sick." Hikaru turned a sickly shade of green.

"That's what you get for chugging absinthe." Kyoya reached up to push up his glasses, but remembered he wasn't wearing them and ended up running his hand through his hair instead.

Hikaru shoved the cigarette into Kyoya's hands and ran for the men's room, his hand over his mouth.

"Is she still in there?" Kyoya yelled over the music.

Hikaru made a sharp turn and headed for the back exit instead. Kyoya quickly headed after the drunk man. The exit door slammed against the wall as Hikaru rushed out. Hikaru grabbed onto the opposite wall in the dark alley and leaned forward as he felt the bile rush forward. He coughed once before emptying the contents of his stomach.

Kyoya couldn't help the laugh that escaped him as he watched the idiot spew brilliant lime green everywhere. The music from the club ended abruptly as the exit door slammed behind them. Kyoya sighed and absently brought the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag off of it.

"Hikaru?" A voice called from Kyoya's left. Kyoya froze as he recognized the voice. He closed his eyes as his insides turned cold. He didn't move.

Kaoru took another step into the alley as he recognized his twin. The dark haired twin spit some bile into the puddle of vomit. Kaoru looked over to see another dark haired man smoking a cigarette. The man turned his back to him. Kaoru looked back at his brother. "Hikaru!" He called again angrily.

Hikaru looked up from the wall, still gasping for breath when he saw his brother. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. A sudden surge of panic hit him, and he took off toward the opposite end of the alley. Kaoru let out an exasperated grunt and took off after his twin.

Kyoya frowned as he watched the two disappear, knowing that there was a dead end at the end of the alley. He took the cigarette from his mouth and let his hand drop to his side as he waited for the footsteps that were bound to come.

Sure enough the sound of slow footsteps resonated through the alley. Kyoya's face went impassive as he waited for Tamaki to come into view. Tamaki's blue eyes did not hold their usual brightness. His smile was gone, his mouth a straight line. Kyoya had seen this look before, right before Tamaki would get angry.

Tamaki's eyes drifted over his best friend. Glasses were gone, tousled hair, a dark mark rested on Kyoya's abdomen, but it could hardly be seen because of his shirt. Smoke drifted up from the cigarette in Kyoya's hand. Kyoya's eyes followed Tamaki's and he looked down at the cigarette. He tossed it onto the ground and stepped on it. He looked back up.

"Accounting," Tamaki stated. He looked around the dark alley. "It's a bit different from my class."

Kyoya merely watched his friend.

"What is that?" Tamaki asked as he pointed to the tattoo.

"Henna," Kyoya stated.

Tamaki's eyes narrowed. "You're lying." He pushed the shirt aside to reveal the top part of the scorpion. "Kaoru was right."

"About what?" Kyoya asked.

Tamaki ignored him. "How long have you been doing this? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't I say what?" Kyoya stared back at him.

"Say that you were doing these things." Tamaki grimaced. "That you were going to go to clubs to laugh at your friend puking in an alley."

"You don't understand." Kyoya turned to leave.

"Are you really a drunk?" Tamaki asked.

Kyoya turned. "What do you think?"

"I don't know what to think anymore." Tamaki stared at him.

Kyoya narrowed his eyes. "No, I am not a drunk. And what I do with my free time is no one's business but my own."

"Kaoru-"

"I don't care," Kyoya cut him off.

Tamaki opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he heard the twins returning.

"Leave me alone." Hikaru stormed back into view. He saw Kyoya. "Can we go?"

"Quit being an idiot!" Kaoru yelled as Hikaru stormed past Kyoya. Kaoru turned to look at Kyoya. "Can you at least make sure he gets some water or something?" he bit out.

Kyoya nodded and followed Hikaru out of the alley.

Tamaki waited until Kyoya was out of earshot before speaking. "You knew they'd be here."

Kaoru sighed. "You needed to see for yourself." He looked around them. "They usually don't make it out to the alley though."

"How long has this been going on?" Tamaki asked.

"Hikaru? For a while. Kyoya drinks frequently, but I don't think he's doing the drugs that Hikaru is. He's just being an asshole and encouraging Hikaru." Kaoru clenched his fist.

"How long has he had the tattoo?" Tamaki asked.

Kaoru unclenched his fist in surprise, "since before Hikaru moved out."

Kyoya let himself fall back onto the couch, stretching out on his back. He let out a sigh. A second later, Hikaru collapsed on top of Kyoya, his head on Kyoya's chest. He let out a 'hic'.

Kyoya contemplated shoving him off but decided it wasn't worth cleaning up the vomit. He took a deep breath and went over the conversation he had just had with Tamaki.

"Don't tell Tamaki anything," Kyoya ordered Hikaru. Hikaru looked up.

"I know," Hikaru smiled. He let his hands roam over Kyoya's chest, making little circles over the exposed flesh.

"He's going to start nosing around." Kyoya ran both his hands through his hair as he sighed, "and asking a lot of questions."

"Mmmmmhmmmmmm." Hikaru leaned down to nip at Kyoya's flesh, while his right hand snaked lower.

"He's not going to let this go." Kyoya felt sleep tugging at him.

"Mmhmm.." Hikaru unbuttoned Kyoya's jeans.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to kick you off and make you lick up your own damn vomit," Kyoya warned.

Hikaru paused for a moment. He quickly felt up Kyoya's package as he licked a nipple. He darted off of Kyoya before the shadow king could kill him, but wound up tripping and falling to the floor anyway. He giggled drunkenly from the floor.

"Fucking idiot." Kyoya shook his head and tossed a bottle of water at him.

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