A/N: This takes place after the culture festival. It should be noted though, that Éclair never came to try and take Tamaki away. That event never happened in this story!

"Ne, Kyou, what's wrong?" asked a seemingly young blonde haired boy as she stood to the side of a desk where a seemingly older black haired male sat, one hand resting lightly on the keys of a laptop, forgotten, the other, gripping his left side tightly. In fact, this was all mixed up. The seemingly young blonde haired boy was actually older than the seemingly older black haired male. Of course the two people I'm talking about are Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Kyouya Ootori respectively.

"Nothing Huni," the black haired male responded, gently touching the touchpad of his laptop to wake it up. He stared at the finance records for the Host Club , the numbers blurred behind before his eyes. Kyouya slipped his glasses from his face with one hand and with the back of the other arm wiped his eyes. His sleeve was slightly damp as he placed it back down on the desk and replaced his glasses.

"Kyou," questioned Huni. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not," Kyouya insisted. "My eyes were just watering from staring at this bright screen in the dark for so long. Are they done watching that show yet?" Kyouya looked over his shoulder at the movie screen where the other Host Club members were sitting watching ANOTHER episode of Tottoko Hamutaro.

"Mother, come watch this delightful anime with us! Renge and Haruhi picked out the best show ever for us to watch!" exclaimed Tamaki from where he sat on an overstuffed fluffy pillow. Kaoru and Hikaru were on either side of Tamaki on matching pillows. The three of them had been staring at the screen intently. Haruhi was now switching the DVD to the next one. Mori was sitting on the couch behind the other three. Huni had been on his lap until Huni had gotten up to go and try and get to Kyouya to come watch with them. Haruhi had been on Mori's left side.

"Alright," said Kyoya, slowly standing and closing his computer at the same time. Slowly, he began to walk over. He gritted his teeth as he walked over and sat on the couch, stealing Haruhi's seat, in the dark, no one noticed his gritted teeth. Tottoko Hamutaro started to play, that annoying happy little theme song beginning to play. Haruhi took a seat next to Kaoru, laying on her stomach, leaning on her hands. The show continued and they watched several episodes until Kyouya thought he would go insane.

Standing, he said, "It's late and I think I'm about to go insane. We will be having actual club activities tomorrow, so don't stay up all night watching this. If I recall, there is a geography test in Haruhi, Kaoru and Hikaru's class, a Calculus test in Mori and Hunni's class and a Western Poetry test in our class Daddy." Kyouya carefully stood and slowly strode out of the room and down the hall a bit before placing one hand on his left side and gripping it as he called for a limo and got into the limousine.

In the club room, Hunni turned to the others and expressed his concerns. "There is something wrong with Kyouya. He was gripping his side tightly, even though he was spaced out," said Hunni, gripping his own bunny tightly. "Do you think… do you think some bullies from the public school got him and mugged him?" Hunni could feel his eyes start to water. Mori picked Hunni up and held him in his arms.

"No!" Tamaki practically screeched. "No one could ever hurt Mom!"

"Wouldn't Kyouya just have called his special police?" asked Kaoru. Hikaru finished, "And his family specializes in hospitals and medicine so he couldn't be hurting that badly."

Haruhi looked up from the floor. "What if… what if… his father did this to him?" Haruhi said. "I mean, his father showed no emotion other then anger when he slapped Kyoya in public, and in front of all those other people too…."

Tamaki wouldn't hear of it. "If anything was wrong with Mommy he'd tell Daddy," Tamaki insisted.

Haurhi gently shook her head. Of course, most rich people wouldn't understand what child abuse really was. Even most "commoners" couldn't comprehend the pain and suffering on it.

"It seems," said one twin. "To make sense," the other finished

Tamaki refused to believe it. "You guys are wrong," he said. "That's not possible. I don't want to hear any more."

"But you shou-" Haruhi didn't get any further, the twins having both clapping a hand over her mouth and whispered, "Leave it alone. Kyouya can handled it."

Meanwhile, Kyouya had arrived at home and fled to his bedroom. From there he walked into his own private bathroom, to find it, as usual, freshly cleaned. He gave a sigh. It was impossible to hide anything anywhere when servants were cleaning everywhere all the time. Kyouya started to run a warm bath as he pulled some oversized sweats from his walk in closet. He had taken to doing this because it helped reduce the pain. Loose fabric didn't rub as bad.

He started to undress, taking off and hanging up his school uniform. A horrible, black, blue and purple bruise was on his left side, the one he had been gripping all day. It spread of his two lower ribs down hip and was two and a half inches from mid-back and belly button. Kyouya headed back into the bathroom and slipped into the warm water, letting the pain from his side wash away and he left his thoughts drift.

The weather today was beautiful.

To bad we couldn't have had out club activits out side. A picnic theme… that would have brought in a lot of money… Haruhi and Renge just had to get together and find all those episodes of Tottoko Hamutaro… They meant well I suppose… They'll just have to work extra hard tomorrow…

I should have rested more, rather then working on the finances… That gave me a crick in the side, neck, wrists and fingers. I can not believe I spaced out like that…

Huni probably suspects something though… He may be cute, but he is smart…

Oh well, Tamaki will refuse to believe anything Huni says…

Wonder what the rest will think though about Huni's thoughts…

Haruhi probably knows the truth.

The thought struck him like a rock. Haruhi knowing… Tamaki would probably believe her… right?

No, Tamaki wouldn't believe something like that could happen to me… He's too much of an idiot…

Kyouya let out a slight laugh, before gasping at the pain they had caused. Kyouya figured he should figure out if his ribs were broke or just very badly bruised when he was done with his bath. Until then – Kyouya settles back into the water and turned the jets on to a soft setting – he would just need to relax and not worry. Let everything continue as before.

But nothing could ever continue like before…

A/N: Well, another story by me. My Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya story didn't blow over so well, so I'm guessing I'm not a very good romance writer. That's why I headed back to the abuse type genre! smirks/grins evilly Yeah… no idea where that came from. Kyouya's thoughts were fun to write, mainly because I'm not quite sure how to put them. It's still fun though! I think I screwed up Hunni really badly. Mori… well, Mori's Mori, I think I nearly nailed him. Haruhi should be decent, but the twins… Well, I have no idea on them… Tamaki though, I think I over exaggerated him WAY too much! Well, let me know what you think… Reviews are nice and make me want to finish my story. Otherwise, I tell myself, 'There's no point. No one will read it because it SUCKS!' yeah… no self-esteem when it comes to writing.

Also, I have no idea yet it this is going to just star Kyouya-kun, or if I'll bring other host members in. I have no idea who the couples will be. And lastly, I have no idea if Kyouya will be a cutter. Please give me your opinions in your reviews, if you choose to review. You can also e-mail me or PM me. Whatever is easier for you.

Lastly, I have no intention on using honorifics (-san, -chan, -kun) or lots of Japanese words in this story. A. I find the honorifics to troubling to write and figure who calls whom what. I know how to use honorifics, but still, different situations require different things. B. I only use "Ne" as the first word because I know Huni talks like that. That's it. Please review. My muse needs it.