Ridiculous Tears

Kyouya walked into the Third Music Room... He was unusually late, for some reason, and was a bit messy. When he walked in the fangirls squealed at an inhuman level. Not that anyone claimed them to be human.

His tie was loose, his hair was ruffled, his glasses were crooked, his jacket was undone, his pants unbelted so they hung lower than normal, and his shirt untucked and unbuttoned at the very top. He still caried his laptop as he stumbled slightly into the room.

But what was surprising was that Tamaki sat in his seat, laying back, his arms crossed, and looking boredly at the coin he flipped between his fingers. Rings were under his eyes, and he seemed oddly depressed. Hunny kept shooting him worried glances, and the fangirls were nearly giddy with it.

It was strange, they claimed to love him, but loved him more when he was depressed, for real, and swooned over him. Why do girls like all the emotionals?

"Good morning ladies..." Kyouya attempted. The girls grinned, but one frowned.

"Kyouya-kun..." she whined. "You look funny... Why are you such a mess?" The one called Renge smacked her on the back of the head.

"Baka! Kyouya clearly had a very bad morning, and still came out with this messily stunning masterpeice! You cannot ridicule such drop-dead-gorgeousity." Kyouya cocked his head to the side.

" 'Gorgeousity'?" He questioned. Renge nodded, as if it was obvious, and flapped her hands. Though it silently irked him, he shrugged it off as much as he could.

Not at all.

"That isn't a word." Renge looked at him hurt.

"B-but... we can't all be as smart as you... and why have you changed so much!" Tamaki glanced up from his coin, at the rather irritable Kyouya, and looked away, rolling his eyes sourly. He shrugged away from a customer, irked, irritated and incredibly depressed.

Kyouya pushed past the girls, and stood beside Tamaki. "What are you doing?" Kyouya asked rudely. He didn't feel like being all pulled together at the moment, so he didn't try.

What was the point? None.

"Go away." Tamaki replied, an edge of sadness in the irritated voice.

"Ugh... Tamaki, I am not in the mood for this. If you are not going to do your job, then please, take the day off." Tamaki looked up in shock as Kyouya stalked out of the room. Suddenly, the twins appeared beside Tamaki.

"Did you two-"

"Have bad sex?" They said, Kaoru finishing the sentance. Tamaki just shook his head, sighing.

"That would be nothing right now..." The twins' eyes widened and they shook their head.

"Nothing is worse than bad sex!" They proclaimed loudly. The fangirls turned around, blushing and whispering.

"Shut up and go away." Tamaki growled, turning to glare at them. They jumped slightly, but crossed their arms and shook their head. Tamaki let out a snarl, making all the girls jump and a few shreik before he stood up and slammed the door behind him.

Tamaki slid against the wall, folding his arms over his knees that he then pulled to his chest and dug his head in them. Sobs shook his framed as he cried harder than he had for a while, in fact, since Haruhi had left.

Kyouya heard someone crying, and against his better judgement, he followed the sound. After turning the corner, he ducked back around, breathing fast. Tamaki was leaned up against a door, crying and sobbing, tears streaming down his arms as he burried his face away. Taking a deep breath, as his heart wrenched, Kyouya turned the corner. He silently walked before crouching in front of Tamaki.

Sighing gently, Kyouya brushed the hair out of his eyes, and Tamaki looked up, attempting to stop crying.

"W-what d-d-do you w-want?" He choked out, attempting to soudn normal but failing pitifully. Kyouya gave a crooked frown, and cupped the side of Tamaki's face. The boy looked away.

"I want to know what's making you cry." Kyouya replied simply, his voice gentle and soft.

"I f-forgot t-to f-f-feed my g-goldfish... I c-can't b-beleive I d-d-did that t-to Ch-charlie!" He cried, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Kyouya froze, his eyes widening before he started laughing.

"Don't laugh at me!" Tamaki exclaimed, whacking Kyouya on the side of the head gently. Kyouya stopped, still lightly snickering, when the door Tamaki was rested against opened. The boy came tumbling backwards, Kyouya falling on top of him. Kyouya propped himself up, blushing. Tamaki grinned.

And then he kissed Kyouya in front of the entire Host Club.

The two were in a better mood all day.