Hey...Sorry...I suck...school and work and things have kept me too busy but i'm trying

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A Few Days Later...

Kaoru did not want to believe it, but his heart could not ignore the fact that something was bothering Kyoya. During practice, the Shadow King would only say his lines half-heartedly, giving his own sick sense of tragedy to the part of Romeo. His touch seemed hesitant, both to feel the younger boy and to stop, as if he were second guessing everything. However every time Kaoru asked if something was wrong, Kyoya would change the subject and ask about new ideas for themes. Kyoya now seemed to spend most of his time reading from a file, a file that he kept securely in his briefcase when it wasn't in his grasp. Kyoya would never openly tell someone about his problems, much to the young Hitachiin's dismay, but Kaoru knew better than to try snooping through the third Ootori's belongings. Kaoru took out his phone and sent a text to his new boyfriend, a text that consisted of the four words no person wants to hear:

"We need to talk"

The Same Day After Host Club...

Kyoya closed the door to the empty club room, as the other members left for the day.

"What is it, Kaoru? I have work to do," he said, turning around only to face the back of the younger boy.

"Kyoto, what's wrong?" the Hitachiin asked, watching the reflection of the room in the window pane as he held his arms around his chest. He could not bear to look at the Ootori, to see himself reflected in the ebony orbs, that he had so longed for.

"Nothing is wro-"

"Please. Stop lying to me," Kaoru replied, pulling his arms in closer in an attempt to fold into himself, "I know something's wrong, I just don't know why you won't tell me about it."

"It's none of your concern," the Shadow King replied, realizing what he had said as the redhead suddenly turned around, fists balled at his sides, "Kaoru, you know that's not what I meant."

"None of my concern? You ARE my concern, you bastard. And if that's not what you really meant, then you better tell me what you should have said. Right. Now."

This outburst took Kyoya by surprise, it was so unlike Kaoru to react so-so much like Hikaru, to show his emotions without holding back, to raise his voice to such an extent. It was beautiful and refreshing, but also terrifying.

They stared at each other, golden eyes as hard as the metal they reflected, onyx eyes as cold as ever. Both beginning to crack, but neither willing to give in. The Shadow King was the first to fall, for once he had met his match and could not win this fight.

"I didn't want to hurt you. I know what a sick irony that is, so there is no need to point it out," the third Ootori began as he moved towards an empty couch, Kaoru following him with his eyes, "My mother...my mother died shortly after I was born. Her cause of death was unknown to the world...well the world outside of my family anyway. Over the course of her life, specifically sometime after she gave birth to my sister she had acquired a rare disease, which was then given to me when I was born."

"Wait, given?" the younger boy asked, moving to sit next to the Shadow King. He should not have been surprised that Kyoya could talk about his mother's death while showing little emotion, removed as if it had happened to someone else. "You said she 'acquired' it? She couldn't have given it to you unless-"

"Unless I had ingested some of her blood? Well, given that birth is a messy thing, and babies can never seem to keep their mouths shut for long," The older boy replied, a sick smile playing at his lips as he silently laughed at his own twisted joke,"So as you can guess I have the same illness she did. My family knows, and overreact to such things, which is why my father is so hard on me...some of the time anyway."

Kaoru watched as the Shadow King flinched at his own words, a reaction that had never before been seen from the Ootori. Tentatively, he reached out, placing his hand over Kyoya's, hoping to, in some way let the other know that he was here.

"What did she have?" the younger boy asked, trying to keep his voice even, fearing that it would crack and his words would flood the room, leaving nothing but unintelligible babbling in their wake.

"Paroxysmal nocturnal hemogloburia, and yes it's as ugly as it sounds"

"Is there a cure for it? I mean there has to be-"

"There isn't, not yet anyway. My family's company has been working to develop one for quite sometime now, but there has been no development yet."

"Is there anything I can do?" Kaoru asked, his words seeming so pointless and cliched. It seemed that all he could do in life was support people, first Hikaru, and now Kyoya. If that was all he could do, then it's what he would do.

"Just be here. Be here with me," Kyoya replied, leaning into the younger boy as he pressed his lips to Kaoru's and brought them both down to the plush cushions beneath them.

Don't hate me for Kyoya's fate and things. Please? rate, review and all that. I'm trying to continue this I swear.

again sorry

also here is info on kyoya's disease, for the purposes of this story I am ignoring the treatments and things

.org/wiki/Paroxysmal_nocturnal_hemoglobinuria