Why? (An Ouran Highschool Host Club FanFic) (??? X OC)

A Kiss for a Kiss

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(Kaoru's POV)

"Do... What," Kyouya coughed out.

"The fucking groping of my ass last week in the hot tub, what else you idiot!" Peyton screamed, already pissed beyond belief.

That's when I stopped walking and listened. I heard the whole conversation, and I wish that I hadn't. And when she kissed him and walked away, I knew that I needed answers.

"Kyouya?" I asked, stating my presence. Our conversation was basically; when, what and why. Those were my questions, and his answer to 'why' was a simple, and out of character, 'I don't know.'

This all explains his recent strange behavior at least.

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I have been contemplating the situation for almost four hours now. I'm at home and watching television next to Hikaru. Should I tell him, or should I just see what happens? Will Kyouya fix it, or will he make it worse some how? "I should just tell him-"

"Tell who what?" Hikaru asked, I didn't even know I had let my words slip.

"Nothing-"

"Don't 'nothing' me, I'm your twin, I know something's up. Are you worried about Peyton too?" If only he knew.

(Hikaru's POV)

When I asked him about Peyton, he seemed to shuffle uneasily. Now I know something's wrong.

"What happened, is she okay?"

"Um... Everything's fine." Lies.

"Your not going to tell me, are you?"

"I will, I will. Just not now, okay?"

Yes I was skeptical, but he obviously wasn't talking, "Fine."

He knew something...

(Peyton's POV)

So here we are, once again. Host club on Friday night, right after hosting. We stayed late again to have a meeting for the next cosplay theme, but I wasn't going to be staying for that... I wasn't going to be staying for much of anything for a while actually.

You see, there are a few things I might not have told the club about. The other events of the night I had at the concert... the one back in Florida-

"Peyton, what do you think?" Tamaki popped my think bubble with a question I didn't know the answer to.

"What, I wasn't paying attention?" I stammered.

"Should we go romance anime, or eighteen hundreds servants?"

"Um... servants?"

"Great!"

So yep, the meeting basically went just like that, stupid questions with even dumber answers. I don't think I made eye contact with anyone, except Haruhi. I tried to mentally tell her, 'Help, get me out of here now!' but she didn't exactly seem to understand. I felt a kind of embarrassment, having two guys I know have a thing for me-

"Hey Peyton," Hikaru asked as the meeting ended, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?"

"... Sure, why not?" I told him, trying not to sound shy. I drive him to my house with me in my bike. He seemed to cling on tighter than usual. Once we walked inside, we both threw our jackets, mine leather and his his school uniform, onto the kitchen table as we made our way to the living room.