Chapter One

Jealousy

It all started when Kyoya woke up one morning, like any other day, but he couldn't wait to see Tamaki. He found it rather odd. Tamaki and Kyoya were "Mommy and Daddy" as considered by the Host Club of Ouran, but their relationship never exceeded less or more of friends. Yet why was he so eager to see him this morning? It was best described as a feeling of wanting to see a celebrity. He wanted to see him so bad, like he idolized him. The more he tried to shake the feeling away, the more it bugged him.

He got up and walked around his bedroom in his boxers. He bypassed the mirror on his way to the bathroom and he stopped to take a look at it. No one would guess, but Kyoya was actually very built and toned nicely underneath his school uniform. The blue blazer that was worn by the male students never did any justice to define a person's body. Though Kyoya was typically a good looking guy, there was something he never liked about himself, which he feebly slipped onto his face upon reaching to grab them from his dresser: his glasses. He though they were more of a nuisance to his look. No one else in the Host Club wore glasses except for Haruhi, but she wore contacts.

His mind drifted back to Tamaki. He had once told Kyoya that his glasses were what made him the "Cool Type" and they only "added to his sexiness". Kyoya always though glasses were the furthest thing from cool or sexy.

He stared just a bit longer at himself in the mirror and suddenly began to wonder what other people looking like in only their underwear. He thought about Haruhi, his fellow host club member. For her age, she was under-developed and he thought that she probably would look like nothing more than a mere preteen had he seen her in her underwear. She was a decent-looking girl, though not gorgeous. He thought of Renge, the newest female student in Ouran Academy. She was absolutely beautiful and a complete package included. A huge bust, fabulous buttocks you can see defined even through her long dress.

Normally, this sort of thought would make a boy drool and a little "manhood" stick up from behind his pants. But this wasn't the case with Kyoya. Usually he got an erection if he thought of girls. But lately his erections were quiet. He almost felt betrayed by his body. Today was especially difficult and he couldn't figure out why.

He slid out of his underwear and jumped into the shower, not much in the mood for his normal hot bath like usual. He washed his body and jumped out, wrapping the towel around his defined hips, and walked to the sink to brush his teeth. He always liked to keep a dashing smile. As his title as "The Cool Type" in the host club, Kyoya had to keep up with a smile to melt a girl's defense.

When he was finished brushing his teeth, he exited the bathroom, and walked to the closet on the opposite site of his bedroom. He pulled out his normal uniform and pulled it over his body, buttoning the shirt all the way day, and tucked it in his black trousers. He finished with his pale blue blazer and walked to the mirror to get a last glimpse at himself. As always, perfect.

He closed his closet, grabbed his messenger bag full of books, and head out to the front door to catch his ride to the academy.

ooOOoo

He entered the third music room, where the host club meetings were held, and immediately spotted Tamaki cooing over Haruhi. The host club was used to Tamaki's behavior towards Haruhi. He seemed to be infatuated with her and always seemed to try and please her, much to his dismay. It was still funny to see him try. But today watching Tamaki's demise was unpleasant to him and Kyoya quietly walked to his table and sat down, opening his messenger bag to pull out his black planning book to check his engagements for the afternoon.

"Are you ok, Kyoya-kun?" said the small adorable voice from behind. He wheeled around in his seat to find Honey, the third year student who looked more as though he could belong to the elementary wing.

He patted Honey's head, as he always did to reassure him, and said, "I'm perfectly fine, Honey-senpai. How about yourself?"

Honey's large eyes rounded even more, "I'm terrific today!"

Kyoya flashed him a smile and Honey ran back to his table to prepare for his engagements.

"Please, Haruhi?" Tamaki begged. Kyoya looked in his direction and saw Tamaki actually on his knees, clasping Haruhi's hand in his own, "Just this once, why don't you?"

Haruhi shook her head quickly, "Negative," she replied in her usual, monotone voice, "I have to help my father this weekend. I can't come see you again."

Again? Kyoya became particularly intrigued by the conversation.

"But who am I going to spend my free time with, Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, "Didn't we have fun last weekend?"

Haruhi looked at her feet for a second and then looked up. She blushed a little and replied in a small voice, "Yes, I actually did have fun…but I told you this weekend I couldn't do it again. I promised my father."

With that being said, Haruhi took her hand back and walked over to her table to prepare her engagements. Tamaki stood on the floor a little longer, staring into space. His normal reaction to Haruhi's refusal would be to pursue her even more. It was strange to see him give up so easily. Kyoya began to wonder just what happened the weekend before that he failed to hear about.

The door to the music room opened and the two final hosts entered with a greeting in unison: "Did you miss us?" It was the red-headed Hitachiin twins: Hikaru and Kaoru. They marched in together and took their seats. Kyoya figured they would know what was going on between Haruhi and Tamaki. They were extremely nosy, they knew all the latest gossip. So he got up to ask them.

"Good morning, senpai!" Hikaru greeted.

Kyoya replied in a quick smile, "Do you know what happened last week with Haurhi and Tamaki?"

"You mean you didn't hear?" Kaoru chimed in. Kyoya shook his head. The twins exchanged a look and smiled devilishly, "Senpai asked Haurhi to come over his house."

"For 'company', that was the reason," Hikaru added, "But you know senpai, it's always something bigger, isn't it?"

Kaoru nodded, "Yep, so we had to spy on them. Turns out, they went on a date."

"A date? Are you sure?" Kyoya asked, intrigued and completely dumbfounded that he hadn't heard of this sooner.

"Mmm-hmm," Hikaru said, "That's what it looked like. Senpai took her out to dinner and Haruhi wore a dress!"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Kyoya's heart began beating fast.

"Haruhi got to try her fancy tuna, finally," Kaoru exclaimed, "And at the end of the night, Senpai sealed the deal with a kiss."

"You're lying," Kyoya chortled, though he would have liked to believe it was.

"We're totally serious!" Hikaru said, "It was a big, wet one too!"

Kyoya nodded, unable to bring himself to answer back. He dragged himself back to his table and slumped down on it, his heart still beating fast. He looked at Haruhi, so quiet and reserved. She always seemed to be so annoyed of Tamaki. How had he missed these little clues that could have pointed to this?

Then he looked at Tamaki. He imagined what Hikaru and Kaoru must have seen that night. Tamaki dressed nicely, like he usually dressed on his days off from school. Tamaki holding Haruhi's hand as he led her into the limo he used. Tamaki leaning forward at the end of the night and locking lips with Haurhi.

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Slowly, his heart ceased to race. He panted for a moment and opened his eyes, knitting his eye brows. He had never felt this way before and he hated this emotion.

Kyoya was jealous.