To The End

Chapter 3 - Alone in the Music Room

A/N: OMGoodness! Guys I have over 30 veiws! Haha that's awesome! 

Seriously I love that so many people are reading, it makes me so happy! XD

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Tamaki flopped down on the couch in his favorite room in the manor, the music room. The weight of the news he had recieved finally crashing down on him, suffocating him in it's severety and utter emptyness. He was shaking, and he knew tears were coming. Why, he cursed. Why me! Whywhywhywhy! He was scared, and he so badly wanted to scream and rip his hair out, desperate to do anything to relieve the absolute terror he felt. Of course he couldn't, because for one thing his friends would suddenly notice him going BALD. Then there was the fact that his dad was downstairs, horribly drunk, and this hour was the time of day where Tamaki's beatings were most frequent. Luckly, Tamaki had managed to get upstairs with only a few scathing words, but they still hurt.

        ~ Flashback! ~

"Tamaki." His dad said, eyes unfocused and dark.

Instantly Tamaki froze, turning around to await what was coming next.

"What are you doin'," he slurred, "You..... ugh... you look so much like her it makes me sick." Tamaki flinched, he had always taken pride in how closely he resembled his mother. His father poured more amber liquid into his already full glass and glared at Tamaki. 

"So how are your 'friends'. Did they ditch you yet? Have they found out how worthless and docile you are? Did they finally figure out your little game of 'house', and how you are so utterly PATHETIC? HUH?!" His dad was spitting every sylable at this point. Tamaki's lower lip was trembling at this point, he hated when his dad brought his friends into this, it hurt more than the stabs at his mom. But, he knew that eye-contact would result in lashings, so he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the overflow of his father's drink.

"Drop DEAD Tamaki! I sure don't need you, and I bet those so-called 'hosts' feel the same!" He shouted.

That had struck a nerve. 

~ Flashback is over ~

Tamaki was openly sobbing now. What had he done to deserve all this. He was in such a catonic state of depression he didn't here his phone ring, or hear it again, or again, or a fourth time. He didn't here the  doorbell, or the pounding footsteps up the stairs. What he did here was the pounding of his heat as it throbbed to the steady beat of his mind shouting cancer, cancer, cancer.

"Tamaki!" Kyoya said softly, shaking him from his sobing. "What happened?"

"Kyoya? When did you get here?" Tamaki croaked, his voice broken from the sobs that still shook his body.

"Are you kidding me? I called you twice and asked the twins to do the same. You- I got worried your father went too far." Kyoya whispered, concern lacing his glaze as he gave Tamaki a once-over. God Tamaki loved his beautiful ebony-grey eyes. Suddenly he realized that he was being completely stupid, he should have tried to put himself together so no one would worry. How selfish of him. 

"I- no, no I'm fine." Tamaki stated, regaining his voice, but he was mentally kicking himself for sounding so weak. 

"Don't patronize me." Kyoya retorted sharply. 

"Kyoya? Can yo-" Tamaki started, with full intentions to tell Kyoya about everything, the cancer and the opperation when the door was swiftly kicked open by those two dang twins!

"BOSS!" they shouted in unision. By now, thank god, his tears had mostly dried. 

"I'm fine you two. Mommy dearest cheered me up." Tamaki said cheerfully. Hikaru rolled his eyes at Karou.

"Pick up your stupid phone," Hikaru started, "because next time we will kick down the door." Karou finished with an evil smirk.

Tamaki jumped up, laughing and making promises that he would always and forever pick up his phone so they would spare his precious door. But when he looked back at Kyoya, he knew that Kyoya wasn't buying a second of it. He doubted the twins were either, but he knew that now wasn't the right time.

He would just have to wait to confine to the Host Club about his cancer.