This was the third day straight.

Kyouya felt his eye begin to twitch and pushed his glasses up, closing his eyes, and trying to calm himself. There would be no point in getting mad. Okay. There would be a point in getting mad and killing the idiots who dared to continue to do this, but now was not the time. There was still classes to go to and he would be seeing the dead men very soon.

He shut his gym locker with a slam, smoothly locking it, before grabbing his back pack, and leaving the locker room. He had to take gym this year and he hadn't minded. He didn't hate sports and the like and the coach usually just focused on the students that would actually be doing something with sports in their future outside the school.

No, the only problem he had with gym was that he had to take it with the twins. At first, this hadn't been a problem, either. He had even used the opportunity to make some money.

Their frequent buyers loved the idea of sweaty boys laughing and playing with each in the locker room or helping each other in sports, passing the ball and scoring and the whole high five at the end. And the twins pulled this off flawlessly, even adding their own special touches of 'Brotherly Love' .

No, none of this bothered him. He was perfectly fine with all of this. What he had a problem with was that his underwear kept disappearing.

Yes.

His underwear.

Some might ask how he could possibly lose his underwear during gym. It wasn't as if he changed them when he changed into his gym or normal clothes. It was just that he had the habit of pulling down both his underwear and pants at the same time. It had started out as an accident when he was young and he had never bothered to correct it, instead just stepping out of the discarded pants, pulling up his boxers, and pulling on the new pair of pants.

But for the past three days, as soon as his underwear hit the floor and he turned to get his pants, someone, or someones, would snatch the discarded boxers, and he would be left with just his pants. It was more then a little aggravating. And he knew it was the twins. Who else would do such a stupid thing to him, but the proclaimed 'Devil Type'?

He had tried to confront them about it the day before, but as soon as he had tried to corner them, they had went into one of their more popular 'Brotherly Love' scenes and the fangirls had swamped them.

But today. Oh today, he would get them.

The thought pleased him and eased the discomfort he now felt without his underwear. He discreetly tried to shift himself as he walked, but to no avail. He hated the feeling of everything being so...Loose and started to grind his teeth as he made his way to the third music room. He knew he would be the first to show up. He was always the first to show up.

The discomfort increased as he had to climb the stairs and he wondered idly if he should have someone from the house bring him an extra pair. But he didn't really want to mess with the questions that would bring up. Not from whoever he asked, but from his family members, who would surely find out about such a strange occurrence. His sister would have field day with the fact that he needed underwear brought to him...

He shook his head of the thought and pulled open the door to the third music room. Soon, the room would be filled with girls and various host members. The sweet scent of cake and roses would perfume every table and the steam of hot tea and the flirtatious words of the hosts would fill the air.

But for now it was silent, cool, and dark. That was why he always showed up first, to enjoy the peace and quiet before making sure everything was in place for whatever theme Tamaki (or himself, through Tamaki) had decided on.

He flipped on one of the many lamps, not wanting too much light at the moment, for even the large windows that usually allowed large amounts of sunlight were covered with heavy curtains, and set his bag down on his usual table, notebook and laptop safe and secure inside.

He took out said notebook, glancing through it. He needed to plot a way to get back at the twins and to somehow confront them about their underwear stealing tendencies. Maybe something to do with Haruhi...? It wouldn't be too hard to get her into the plot, with the often used debt hanging above her head. But what to do with her? Some people thought his 'evil' plans just came to him, but it really did take some time to think it all out.

He thought to himself, tapping the pen he was using against his lips idly when he heard a noise from near the back of the room. He stopped his pen in mid tap and turned his head in the direction of the noise. A customer come too early? A rival trying to ruin them? He set down his notebook and pen and walked towards the noise.

"Come out now. There is no use in hiding because I will find you." he said to the shadows, now wishing he had turned on more lights. He doubted whoever it was could take him down and then leave without getting caught, since the other hosts were due to show up soon enough, but it would still be nice to know who had dared to ruin his quiet time.

He heard some shuffling before a shadowed figure stepped just outside the pool of lamp light. He felt his eye twitch for the second time that day and pushed his glasses up his nose, knowing they glinted in the light. It always scared people when his glasses shined. Something about it revealing he was about to do something evil. Now, he wasn't about to do anything evil, but he hoped he would scare the intruder.

"Move into the light. Now." he commanded quietly, losing what little patience he had that day. He would ask Hunny to deal with whoever this was. Show him what messing with the Host Club led to. Or maybe he should ship him out of the country. Or he could find out just what business leader had raised this shadowy figure and make sure he was ruined for life. Or at the very least, punished and humiliated...

While he plotted, he watched the shadow that was taller then himself, so it had to be male, slowly inch into the lamp light. A shoe. A pants leg. The end of uniform jacket. A surprisingly familiar hand...A shoulder...And-

"Are you mad, Mommy?"

Kyouya watched as the blond, violet eyed, moron stepped into the pool of light. Those eyes were widened with innocence and his foot made a circle over the floor, in the classic 'caught in the cookie jar' pose. One hand was raised in a drooping wave, the other hidden behind his back. His voice held that whiny, childish tone that he carried whenever he knew he had done something to anger the supposed 'Mommy' of the club...Anyone else would have looked at the handsome, guilty features and been swayed into forgiving the blond.

Kyouya was not swayed.

"Why didn't you just say something?" he asked quietly, trying to keep his anger reined in. It never quite worked when it came to Tamaki. It never had. It probably never would. It didn't help that he had really looking forward to his quiet time today. It didn't help that he had yet to plot the twins demise. It didn't help that he still felt very...Loose in his pants and it was very much bothering him. And it didn't help that in the dim lighting of the lamp, he caught sight of a corner of dark blue behind Tamaki's back.

"Because I knew you would yell at me!" Tamaki lied. Kyouya knew he was lying. He was an awful liar, despite what he would like to think otherwise. Kyouya sometimes wondered if all blonds were bad liars, since he never met a good one. Not that he had met many blonds...But at the moment, he wasn't wondering that. What he was wondering was...

"What do you have behind your back?" he asked, anger clearly laced in his tone now as he took a step towards Tamaki. Said blond looked as if had really been caught this time. Less like a guilty child and more like a bank robber trapped in the vault.

"N-nothing!" The king of idiots stumbled over his words as he stumbled over his feet backing away from Kyouya as he continued to advance towards the blond. If it was what he thought it was...Tamaki was a dead man.

"Show me what you have!" he demanded and Tamaki furiously shook his head, blond hair flying around his face stupidly. And then the moron made a break for it. In a burst of speed, Tamaki shot past Kyouya, skirting away from the lamp light and heading in the direction of the door.

Oh no way was he letting him go.

Kyouya raced after him and managed to catch him by the arm, pulling him back towards him, planning on grabbing what Tamaki had, and then letting the idiot fall to the ground.

He, however, miscalculated, for Tamaki, instead, tripped over his own feet, flying backwards, and landing on Kyouya. The dark haired boy grabbed for what Tamaki had in his hand, but the blond rolled out of his grasp.

Soon, they were grappling on the ground, constantly rolling into tables and walls, Tamaki's shouts of displeasure and Kyouya's hisses of pain filling the air as they twisted all over the floor of the third music room.

Then Kyouya managed to get Tamaki pinned under him, straddling the blond's hips. Tamaki was wildly swinging his arms, seeming to try to do anything to keep Kyouya from whatever he had. So the dark haired boy grabbed the arms and pinned them above an empty, blond head.

He gazed down triumphantly at the boy and couldn't see the way Tamaki's cheeks were flushing or the way violet eyes stared at him in horror and...Something else. He didn't see that. All he saw was the opportunity to prove his suspicions. He clasped the wrists in one hand and with the other reached for the object held tightly in Tamaki's hands.

"No! Don't! Kyouya!" Tamaki whined and tried to throw him off, but to no avail. Kyouya continued to reach, his fingertips brushing the soft material when...

"Are we interrupting something?" Two voices spoke in unison, the lights flooding the room.