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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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Someone needs to remind me to post the next chapter tomorrow XD i have it written up but i need to do some editing before i post. Please Review!

Kyoya stepped out of the Ootori mansion and took a deep breath of fresh air. He had been in meetings for hours, a lot of them had to do with 'Yuichi's' project to reduce costs for the hospital. He nearly groaned when he saw Tamaki's car parked in front of the mansion, with Tamaki himself leaning against it waiting for Kyoya.

Kyoya pasted a smile on his face and greeted his friend as if last night had never happened.

"I figured I would take you out for dinner," Tamaki smiled.

"Sounds fun." Kyoya reached in his pocket for his keys. "Where to?"

"I'll drive," Tamaki told him and gestured to his car.

Kyoya frowned. He put his keys back in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone to text Hikaru.

Attempt to stay sober; I may need a ride later.

Kyoya got into the passenger seat and waited for his cell to vibrate.

So…I should put the weed down?

Kyoya held in the irritated sigh.

You owe me.

They had already ordered drinks at the high scale restaurant when Tamaki cleared his throat and set down his menu. Kyoya's eyes shifted over his menu to look at the blond.

"About last night," Tamaki began.

"It was rather extreme." Kyoya pushed up his glasses. "Hikaru had a bad day and due to unforeseen closure of the restroom, he had to find the solution there."

"I know this has been going on for a while," Tamaki told him.

"Has it now?"

"A drink here and there isn't an issue."

"So, why are we talking about this?" Kyoya set down his menu.

Tamaki opened his mouth but the waiter approached them. They both placed their orders and waited for the man to leave. Tamaki waited a few moments after the man left to speak again. "That wasn't tobacco you were smoking last night."

Kyoya eyed Tamaki. "I'm not sure what you are implying."

"Do you want to tell me why you were smoking weed in the middle of a dark alley while your friend was vomiting up alcohol?" Tamaki whispered angrily.

Kyoya's eyes shifted to look around them before answering. "Hikaru got sick and couldn't go to the restroom. He gave me the cigarette so he could go throw up," He said coolly.

"You were smoking it," Tamaki accused.

"So?" Kyoya saw the waiter approaching with their food.

"Do you have any idea how many brain cells that kills?" Tamaki whispered. He stopped as the waiter came up and placed the food on the table.

"I have a few to spare," Kyoya frowned. "Is this all that we are going to talk about?" He watched the waiter go.

"Kyoya, how you've been acting these last few months is-"

"You know what's funny," Kyoya's anger flared, "how you automatically assume that I've been doing this for a few months when you just found out about it." He angrily bit into his food.

"How long?" Tamaki stared at him. "When did you start?"

"Be a bit more specific." Kyoya continued to eat.

"When did you start drinking?"

"Senior year," Kyoya stated.

Tamaki stared at his friend. "Senior year?" He looked down at his plate. "Why?"

"Why must there be a reason?" Kyoya asked. He quickly ate, hoping to finish soon.

"I know your home life sucked in high school, and that's why you moved out." Tamaki ignored Kyoya's piercing glare. "But you were supposed to be happier, not a drunk."

"I am not a drunk," Kyoya ground out. "Drunks are morons who cannot string a sentence together."

"Alcoholic," Tamaki stated.

"Alcohol makes the world a bit brighter, yes, but I don't drink as to interfere with school and work."

"Kaoru told me that you and Hikaru got drunk and stoned the night you got your tattoo," Tamaki searched Kyoya's eyes. Kyoya simply drank his tea. "So, it's true." Tamaki said dejectedly.

"Believe what you want, I don't care," Kyoya sighed.

"What changed?" Tamaki asked "What brought you to drinking?"

"Like you said," Kyoya finished off his food, "my home life sucked."

"Something changed; something broke the camel's back." Tamaki tried to see past Kyoya's glasses.

"Are we done?" Kyoya frowned.

Tamaki sighed. "Please talk to me."

Kyoya pulled out his cell to send a quick text. "If you would change the subject I might."

"Kyoya," Tamaki pleaded.

Kyoya looked up.

"What's wrong, just talk to me."

Kyoya flagged the waiter. "I have to go, my ride's almost here."

"I can take you home," Tamaki said.

"It's fine." Kyoya handed the waiter his credit card.

Tamaki sighed. "Where are you going tonight?"

Kyoya looked at him. "Why?"

"Why not?" Tamaki countered.

"As far as I know, I have no plans." Kyoya said as the waiter brought back his card. He nodded at Tamaki and left.

Kaoru led Tamaki into the nightclub. The music blared and lights flashed while many community college students danced around. Kaoru had suggested they go on the off chance that Kyoya would show. Kaoru looked around before pointing at the bar.

Tamaki's eyes widened: Kyoya was laughing. Hikaru held his nose in pain right next to him, while Kyoya laughed and pointed at him with his drink. Yet again Kyoya wore an unbuttoned shirt exposing his chest and also had his jeans tugged down to show off his tattoo.

A woman leaned next to Kyoya and whispered in his ear. He turned with a smirk and said something. He ran his fingers along her arm while she spoke, then turned her around so he could push her against the bar. He kissed her roughly and then moved down to her neck. She laughed and pulled his head back up and gestured her hand in a direction. Kyoya nodded and pulled her to where she had just pointed.

Tamaki fought through the crowd toward Kyoya and the woman. Kyoya had pulled her onto the dance floor and they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

"KYOYA!" Tamaki yelled over the music.

Kyoya turned and his eyes widened in surprise as he stopped dancing. The woman frowned and looked at him before turning to look at Tamaki.

"Kyo," She whined. "I want to dance." Her hand slipped down his abdomen. "Please."

"Then by all means, go ahead." He pushed away her hand and walked toward Tamaki. She stared at him in surprise, and then stomped her foot before storming off.

"I thought you weren't going out," Tamaki said over the music."

"Change of plans," Kyoya told him. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you."

Kyoya started to walk off. Tamaki sighed and followed him. Kyoya walked past a large guard up a flight of stairs. The guard started to stop Tamaki but Tamaki handed him some yen. Tamaki hurried up the stairs to see Kyoya leaning back in one of the chairs, smoking a cigarette.

"Have you lost your damn mind?" Tamaki asked angrily.

"God, I hope so," Kyoya muttered. He looked up at Tamaki. "It's tobacco."

"What were you doing a moment ago?" He asked.

"Trying to get laid, you?" Kyoya said bluntly.

"I meant with Hikaru," Tamaki clenched his teeth. Tamaki saw the tilt of Kyoya's head: he was about to lie. "He drank too much and it went up-"

Tamaki grabbed Kyoya's arm and sniffed it.

"That's not awkward," Kyoya frowned.

"Cocaine." Tamaki felt his nostrils burn.

"How did you know-"

"I have friends who tell me," Tamaki said.

"Kaoru," Kyoya nodded.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Tamaki demanded.

"Maybe it makes me happy."

"It will make you stupid."

"Well, ignorance is bliss." Kyoya took a drag off of the cigarette.

Tamaki put his hands on both sides of the chair and stared into Kyoya's eyes. "You are going to ruin your life if you keep this up. What if your Dad found out?"

"He won't. I have everything taken care of." Kyoya eyed Tamaki.

"Taken care of?"

"Like it's hard," Kyoya smirked. "Tachibana only occasionally checks up on me now for Dad's sake, and all I have to do is play the good part. The maid has nothing to report because we clean up after ourselves; not a baggie or condom to be found. And the only relative that even intervenes in my life is busy with a giant pile of books that I gave her to deal with her pregnancy."

"You are…just too smart for your own good!" Tamaki bit out. Immediately he regretted it.

Kyoya glared at him and pushed him away. "Yeah I guess I fucking am," Kyoya growled as he stood up. "Maybe I should just do something stupid to even the score."

"Kyoya, I didn't mean-" Tamaki started.

"Yes, you did." Kyoya clenched his fists. "You're just like everyone else. I am so sick of people telling me that!" Alcohol and cocaine made his head swirl. He wanted to hurt Tamaki; he wanted to make him cry. Make him hurt like he hurt. Mother? Friendship? Haruhi? It didn't matter if it was true; he just wanted to make Tamaki to go away. He wanted Tamaki to just leave him alone. All he needed was an opening.

"Kyoya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. You're my best friend, and I'm just worried," Tamaki told him.

Kyoya honed in on the opening. "You were never my friend!" He growled. "You were just some business partner's son that my Dad wanted me to know!" Kyoya pushed past the stunned Tamaki.

Hikaru looked up from his brother's usual spiel of 'how to say no to drugs' when he saw Kyoya heading down the stairs. There was a strange expression on Kyoya's face that made Hikaru feel cold. He looked past to see Tamaki at the top of the stairs, sadly watching Kyoya leave.

"I got to go." Hikaru chased after Kyoya, leaving Kaoru behind.

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