Not Yet

Dream

Here is chapter two! I know it's short but bear with me and the translations are rough so please go easy on me for those as well thanks. ~Len-kun  

The next morning came too quickly for Tamaki, reality struck him hard as the memories of last night came flooding back into his mind. Kyouya knew of his habit, no doubt he wanted answers to why. 'But can I give him those answers?' The blonde asked himself as he looked at the sleeping form next to him. The night had been rough for both of them he remembered. After his ''bath" the two of them had headed to Tamaki's room, they didn't really plan on sleeping yet because it was still only 8:30, in effort to kill the thick silence Tamaki had asked about what was going on in the host club since he left for France.

"Everything has been going normally, we have pulled off a few events here and there and Haruhi is getting more involved than before. I would even say she is enjoying herself more." Kyouya told him as they sat side by side on the floor.

"That's good, I hope you enjoyed yourself a little too. Watching over the host club all the time isn't a cake walk after all." Tamaki smiled but it never reached his eyes like before.

"It needs to be done though, who else would do it if I didn't?" Kyouya asked looking up at ceiling and not noticing the frown that had formed on Tamaki's lips. He did, however, hear the laugh that the other emitted if you could even call it a laugh. It sounded strained and forced to Kyouya and the older male had no doubt that it was just as forced as it sounded.

"I suppose you're right, I couldn't do it, the twins wouldn't, Haruhi has enough things to deal with, Honey-senpai is...well Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai is too hard to read. Plus his eyes are only ever truly focused on Honey, have you noticed that? Those two think about the things going on around them, but they are more focused on the well being of each other than anything else." Tamaki chuckled.

"They care a lot for each other and look out for each other, logically you always are thinking about who you care about right?" Tamaki paused in his thinking and looked up at Kyouya. His eyes had darkened but they didn't move from Kyouya until a few minutes had passed.

"I suppose you're right, as usual, I suggest we get to bed now. We wouldn't want to sleep our saturday away after all." He eventually replied and stood from where they were sitting with almost too much haste. Kyouya watched him walk to the other side of the bed and pull back the covers. There was almost a look of regret in his eyes as he climbed in and curled himself a little.

"Right." Kyouya said with concern getting up and turning off the light to the room before he too climbed into the covers and set his glasses on the side table.

Unfortunately for the both of them, that's where the peace had ended. Around 2:30 AM, Kyouya was roughly woken from his slumber to the other participant of the bed thrashing around. Sitting up and turning the desk lap on so he could see what was going on, Kyouya had to hold in a gasp at the sight before him. Tamaki was clearly having a nightmare that he could not wake himself up from. He tried to calm the other down while avoiding the flailing arms. As soon as he could, Kyouya pinned one of the arms down which only caused Tamaki to struggle even harder to get out of his grasp. "Tamaki! Tamaki wake up it's a dream!" Kouya spoke loudly in effort to rouse his friend. It proved to do little as Tamaki kept trying harder to pull away from the other instead.

  "Dieu ne vous ai pas fait assez pour moi encore? Que dois-je souffrir avant que vous etes satisfait?"  (Roughly translated to: God you have not done enough for me yet? What should I suffer until you are satisfied?) Tamaki asked in a shaking and small voice, through his obvious terror. Kyouya stopped for a few moments, letting the other's arm reseed to clutching the sheets beside its owner. Because he had known the flamboyant boy for so long, Kyouya had often been taught bits of French at random. He then became interested in knowing what exactly his king was talking about when he went off on his French speaking rambles, now he was glad he had been learning the other language even if he couldn't understand all of what the other asked yet. Right now, anything helped. 

"Come on Tamaki, wake up, it's not real!" Kyouya screamed finally able to jolt Tamaki out of his nightmarish state.

"K-Kyouya? Where are we?" Tamaki asked in the most broken voice Kyouya had ever heard.

Both Kyouya and Tamaki snapped out of their thoughts on last night when there was an abnormally loud bark sounding from the other side of the door. Tamaki got up and opened the door to see his beloved dog sitting there helplessly with her empty bowl. "Ah! Gomen! I forgot to wake up and feed you didn't I? How cruel of an owner am I?!" Tamaki freaked before going and getting his dog her food from the kitchen. Kyouya shook his head, that was still swimming with questions from last night, and put his glasses on before he decided to get dressed and head downstairs.

"Tamaki-sama, breakfast has been made and is at the table. Kyouya-sama, it's a pleasure to see you this morning." Shima said as the woman saw the two come downstairs. Tamaki was still in nothing but pajama pants and Kyouya was dressed respectively as usual. 'I have no idea how Kyouya-sama can deal with someone like him and not go insane. I'm positive the rest of us already have because of how much we love the young master...but Kyouya-sama is so formal...it doesn't make sense.' She thought as the more animated one bounced down the stairs with bliss and the other walked down careful of his every step it seemed.

"Thank you Shima-san for the notification and as always it's a pleasure to see you as well." Kyouya replied with a generous smile. Shima nodded before walking off to get the other maids back to work. Tamaki frolicked into the large dining room, with Kyouya walking behind him, to see the large breakfast displayed in front of him.

"Ah isn't it wonderful mommy? This breakfast is gorgeous!" He exclaimed in excitement. Kyouya looked at him closely, noticing he kept his eyes shut more this time as he talked. Kyouya knew Tamaki didn't like to close his eyes, he didn't like the feeling of the darkness. Tamaki loved the light, the stage, the attention so he kept his eyes searching for it.

  'Why is he hiding from all of it now?' Kyouya wondered as he sighed aloud. "Yes Tamaki, the breakfast is extravagant." He replied sitting down and starting to serve himself. He swore he saw Tamaki sulk from the corner of his eye but it was gone with a flash and Tamaki was beside him quickly serving himself as well. Kyouya raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he started eating and was brought tea on a platter by one of the maids.