A/N: Ouran yaoi fic ahoy! xD Okay, so basically is one is a sort of a love triangle between Kaoru, Hikaru and Kyouya. In later chapters there would be Haruhi to complicate things (why not? That's what she always does, no?)

Hope you enjoy this chapter! Oh and yes! Ouran High School Host Club © Bisco Hatori.

I won't put any serious warnings for this chapter, it's K+ or T anyways.

xX – A Reason – Xx

He was lying awake, starring blankly at the ceiling. It seemed familiar, but it was certainly not the ceiling of his own room. He was wondering about different things, but the most persistent out of them all was, 'So, where am I?' The next one in line waiting to be answered was 'How did I get here?' He decided to chase those other noisy thoughts out of his head, due to their irrevalence to the current situation.

For reason unknown, even to himself, he felt anticipation building higher with each moment he spent lying on the bed, which yet again, was not his. That brings another question: 'Whose bed is this?' He did not recall being such an airhead to share the same bed with someone, at least at this period of his life, when he was just seventeen.

But he did not neglect this option, for a simple reason of this strange phenomena happening to him. This anticipation, that eager longing was at the maximum as he was about to stand up and look for someone he was waiting for. Then again, who was he waiting for?

Who am I waiting for? That single question was making rounds over and over again in Kyouya's mind.

But before he could come to the conclusion, he was forced to lift his body from the sheets when the door creeked open. He was in complete awe to see that little devil coming closer, his gaze was sensual, golden eyes burning with desire. Probably, more than it should be.

He could feel his body being pushed down on the bed, with the smaller frame positioning comfortably atop of him.

xXx

Kyouya's eyes shot wide open as he felt a not so gentle pat on his shoulder and an irratably familiar voice trying to wake him up.

'Mommy! Wake up! The customers will be here any minute now.' Said Tamaki, dressed in something similar to what young man would wear in the end of eighteenth century.

'I'm quite awake now, Tamaki. You can let go of me now.' Ootori was that type of a person that did not like to be waken before he decides to do so himself. 'What's this? A rococo fashion day today?'

'Rococo indeed! ' Tamaki beamed with indescribable joy. 'Isn't this outfit amazing? It was Kaoru's idea.'

'Kaoru's, huh...?' he trailed off, as his vivid dream came to pay him a visit.

That was certainly Kaoru in his dream. And in a dream the other night... at few nights back, too. Kyouya adjusted his glasses, making his blonde friend think that he was in a deep thought. Nonetheless, he was thinking about a proper way to put the occured puzzle pieces in a proper manner, so that it would make the whole thing easier to comprehend.

He could most surely say that he liked the younger Hitachiin in a way that was not proper in the society they both lived in. He did not want to use the word 'love' as it was not quite the feeling he had towards that ginger-haired disaster number zwei, and in reality, he never did love anyone in his life before. Not that he did not have a slightest idea of what love actually was, just that he never had a real chance to get himself caught in its vicious trap.

A top of all that, he would by all means possible, avoid falling in love, because reality is harsh and there are some things that you are obliged to do before you can allow yourself to be killed by this euphoria.

xXx

The Host Club event for today came to an end with a fewer girls running to the nurse office, resulting in a fewer money earned in total. As one of the princesses confessed to the Shadow King that the Hitachiin twins were not in a good mood today and Hikaru was literally avoiding Kaoru in an outrageous rate, in the end causing the youngest of these two to stop even trying to get the other's attention. She bid him farewell, leaving Ootori muse on what did happen to the both of them.

'Hikaru, can I speak with you for a moment?' Kyouya called out to his fellow host friend right before Hikaru was about to get into the gorgeous car that came to pick him up.

'Now, Senpai?' Hitachiin raised an eyebrow in confusion or in irritation, or maybe in both – in was difficult to tell.

'If it could wait untill tomorrow morning, believe me, I would have never bothered you.'

xXx

'So Kyouya – senpai, what is this all about?' Hikaru crossed his legs, looking straight at his upperclassman now.

'That, my dear friend, is what I would like to know.' Kyouya positioned himself in the same manner as the red-haired twin in front of him.

The atmosphere in the Third Music Room was getting more intimidating with each word spoken, as they both sat facing each other, both aware of what the other wanted to know about.

'Don't recall us ever being 'dear friends', Kyouya.' He purposely skipped the 'senpai' part, making it clearly obvious that he never, ever would be cowed by his raven-haired colleague. 'I have plenty of other things I need to attend to, so if you intend to preach me yet again, please save your time, because I have no desire to listen to you.'

Kyouya remained motionless and did not show a slightest change of emotion. His features were calm as ever, only his eyes did poor job in concealing his want to bark something back at Hikaru.

'Hikaru,' he finally began, 'I had a misfortune to hear a complain from one of the princesses today about your performance.'

'So what is this all about?' The younger man before him shifted in his seat. 'I have nothing to say about it.'

'You don't?' Kyouya raised an eyebrow, certainly trying to convince Hikaru otherwise, 'But I believe that you do.'

'A false belief.' The answer followed shortly, as the slim frame of the eldest Hitachiin stood up and had the obvious intention to end this conversation. Before he could leave the Third Music Room along with Kyouya behind, he felt someone getting a firm hold of his wrist. As if it was a reflex, he automatically tried to yank his captured arm free.

'You're hurting me, Kyouya.' Hikaru stated with an slightly pained, irritated hiss.

'Your fault in the first place,' Ootori fired back without any regret of what he did, 'You sure you want to continue being so stubborn?'

'I don't seem to get your point in doing all this…?'

'I just want to know the reason behind your failed act today.' Kyouya decided that holding the younger boy won't be necessary anymore and released Hikaru's pale wrist from his steel grip.

'You would not be able to undestand it even if I told you the actual reason.' He trailed off, starring vacantly into the thin air in front of him, massaging his hand.

'You can always try.'

'Okay, fine. But as soon as I say it, you have to give me a word that you won't ever bring this up again.' Hikaru shot a glare at his Senpai, thinking that it was an option to convince him that way.

'Go on.' Kyouya only gave him a rather cold smile as he sat back on the comfortable sofa. Hikaru followed his example and placed himself on the other end of the settee, finally switching his full attention to the elder of them two.

'Kyouya, I'm in love,' He breathed out, 'and because I am in love, I can't seem to focus on those acts anymore.'

'So you want to quit?' Kyouya decided to cut all those pointless, tear-jerking words about love and get straight to the core of the problem.

'You're sure not the type of a guy meant for listening to others…' Hikaru mumbled in annoyance. 'It's not exactly it.'

'So what is it then?' There was a trail of interest in his voice, as he adjusted his frameless glasses.

'I love him.' Hikaru stated with a desperate look in his golden eyes, and there was no need to clearify who 'he' was.

'… love him in a way that is not proper in the society you both live in..?' Kyouya adressed the question to no one in particular.

'Indeed.' was the quiet reply for his question that was not supposed to be asked.

-To Be Continued

Well, here it is :3 Please tell me what you think!