Day One: Far From a Crime…
Kyoya yawned widely as he typed away on his laptop, fingers flying across the keys with effortless ease. He was exhausted from all the work but that wasn't anything to bother himself over; after all it was just the norm. Working until the small hours of the morning was something he had gotten used to easily, what with work from school, his father's company, and the Host Club he barely had any time to sleep. Not that he needed it, of course.
Not even when the numbers began to move of their own accord across the screen.
"Shit," he muttered, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "Well, perhaps it can wait until tomorrow; far from a crime to put it off. After all-"
Kyoya's thoughts were interrupted as his cell phone buzzed quietly from his jeans, which he'd tossed casually over the desk chair he never used. He stretched and moved the computer off of his lap, hand searching the sheets for his glasses. His bare feet made no noise on the carpet as he dug through the pockets for his phone.
"Nani?" he demanded crossly as he opened it. Who could be calling at such a late hour?
"Uhm… I need a favor."
"At almost one o' clock in the morning?" Kyoya replied dryly.
"Well… I'd like a place to stay for the night."
"Hikaru and I… had a bit of an argument."
Kyoya waited some more.
"Ok, so Hikaru and I had an extravagant falling out because he's being a blind, arrogant, backstabbing asshole and I don't want to spend another minute under the same roof."
"Should I cover the mirrors?" the Shadow-King drawled.
"Is that a yes?"
Kyoya chuckled. "Don't forget to pack anything, Kaoru. I'm not lending you clothing or anything of the sort. I'm far taller than you in any case."
"Hai," the boy said gratefully. The line went dead before the raven-haired boy could respond, and he smirked slightly at the phone as it blinked Kaoru's picture twice before defaulting back to the main screen. Still smirking, he plugged it into the wall charger and settled down to wait.
Hikaru didn't know what he was giving up.
Not that the Shadow-Lord had any particularly deep-rooted feelings for the boy, except perhaps considering their friendship. But to be able to have someone who loved you wholeheartedly, no matter who you were or what… but he was getting sentimental. Still, Kyoya wasn't the type to pass up an opportunity and after being obsessed with Haruhi for so long he hadn't slept with anyone in well… in just as long. With Kaoru in the same situation, just for a different person, well… maybe. But of course this was all morbid speculation brought about by lack of sleep. Still… it was far from a crime to speculate.
"Misery loves company," Kyoya said with a yawn, shaking his head to clear it of the thoughts running themselves in circles around the inside of him mind. Covering his mouth out of habit despite the room being empty other than himself, he walked over to the landline on his bedside table and pressed a button, connecting him to the night staff.
"Hitachiin Kaoru will be arriving soon. See to it that he and all his belongings find their way to my room, understood?"
"Oh, and… no need to worry my family with this matter."
"That'll be all."
"So you didn't tell him where you were staying?" Kyoya asked conversationally as he typed on his laptop. Kaoru had brought one suitcase with him, perhaps the size one might pack if they were going on a one-week vacation. It was hardly what one would pack to stay the night, but while Kyoya raised an eyebrow at it he hadn't said anything more. It was now closer to three in the morning but neither were particularly tired, and after changing into pyjamas Kaoru had proceeded to lay himself out on the floor like an oddly shaped throw rug and trace patterns on the rug with his finger while Kyoya worked, kicking his legs lazily the way a cat might flick its tail. Kyoya was in nothing but pajama bottoms per usual, black cotton pants crossed with his legs as he sat Indian-Style. Kaoru shrugged from where he'd spread himself out on the floor.
"What difference would it make aside from causing you trouble? They'd just get angry at you for encouraging me because, of course, Hikaru is just so apologetic."
Kyoya looked at the younger boy speculatively. "Such malice, Kaoru," he said, his voice teasingly reproachful. The boy glared up at him in response.
Kyoya raised an eyebrow at him, and Kaoru sighed.
"Alright, fine, gomen." He closed his eyes and massaged his temples, flipping over from his stomach onto his back to get a better view of the flawless white ceiling. "It's just…" He sighed. "Nevermind. You couldn't understand."
"I couldn't?" Kyoya asked dryly. Kaoru opened one eye to see Kyoya leaning over the edge of the bed from his cross-legged position and staring into his eyes. The steel color unnerved him, and he wished the older boy would adjust them to glare as he usually did.
"Uhm…" No such luck. "No, I don't think so."
"Try me," the dark-haired boy returned smoothly. Kaoru looked at him speculatively for a few moments.
"Kyoya Senpai…" he murmured, "…why did you let me stay here without any…?" He trailed off, looking for the appropriate word. "Any… compensation."
Kyoya smirked. "You're assuming I'm not expecting any." He tilted his head to the side with a teasing sort of glint in his eye. "Just compensation, mind."
"Ah." Kaoru said, interest moving across his features. A sadistic glint formed in his eye as Kyoya shifted on the bed. "A type of compensation that might… piss off my brother?"
Kyoya chuckled and adjusted his glasses. "Why Kaoru, you have such a black mind." He looked down at the younger boy. "You don't want to do that, in any case."
Kaoru glared up at him defiantly. "And why not?"
Kyoya snorted. "Out of all the people in the world that you would be willing to spend the rest of your life with, if you had to pick in order of preference, I'm under the assumption that I would be compensation for others, correct?"
Kaoru gave the darker haired boy a scathing look. "I didn't mean anything as sentimental as that."
"Answer the question."
Kaoru made a face. "Third."
Kyoya chuckled. "And the same goes for you. So tell me, Kaoru, why exactly did you leave your first choice and come here?"
His visage darkened considerably. "Cause my brother's an impotent fool who doesn't recognize the futility of wanting something you could never, ever have."
Kyoya smiled back grimly. "It's not a crime to want, Kaoru."
The red haired boy sighed heavily as he looked away from Kyoya, eyes tracing the ceiling once more. "No," he said, voice laced with resigned exasperation. "It isn't."
A/N: Sorry if they're a little OOC but they need to be for this plotline to work. And yes, Kaoru is kinda mean in this one. T.T