There Might Have Been a Time
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Author's note-This was supposed to go up January 1st but I fail and couldn't get myself to write it. But alas I have gotten my act together and here it is!
Tamaki is in Bold
Kyouya is in Italics
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This falls between the time when Kyouya founds out that Tamaki is cutting himself and before he is hospitalized.
Tamaki sat on the couch in Kyouya's room playing with his hands. At first Kyouya thought he was doing homework but as he got closer he noticed all the books were closed. Sitting across from him he couldn't even get a word out before Tamaki started rambling and was soon hysterical.
"Hey, slow it down, whataya want from me." Moving forward he reached over to him "Whataya want from me."
Tamaki placed his head in his hands, only half listening. He was pulled away by his thoughts. "Yeah I'm afraid, whataya want from me."
He stood up to create space, he knew what Kyouya wanted but it didn't seem possible. Not now, not when time was still passing before he had to say good-bye.
"There might have been a time, and I would give myself away." Clenching his fists he stepped back further. He couldn't hurt Kyouya by telling him, he already hurt him.
"Oooh once upon a time I didn't give a damn, but now, here we are, so whataya want from me." Turning around Kyouya could see the anger, pain, and hurt Tamaki was internally dealing with. "Whataya want from me."
Standing up Kyouya grabbed Tamaki's shaking hands to help him calm down. He looked straight into his quivering eyes. "Just don't give up, I'm workin' it out. Please don't give in, I won't let you down." He flipped up Tamaki's wrist to point to his still healing cuts.
"It messed me up, need a second to breathe. Just keep coming around. Hey, whataya want from me" Tamaki pulled away. He was trying not to get angry at Kyouya, the only person that was trying to help, yet he still he couldn't stop the words from spilling out, full of confusion. He couldn't handle this. "Whataya want from me."
Moving closer again he gently touched Kyouya's cheek. "Yeah, it's plain to see."
"Plan to see."
"That baby your beautiful and it's nothing wrong with you."
"Nothing wrong with you." He pulled away as his body started shaking from the emotions swirling inside of him. "It's me, I'm a freak, yeah."
Turning around he tried to smile as his eyes filled with tears. "But thanks for loving me, cause you're doing it perfectly, it perfectly." Slowly and carefully he stepped back shoving his hand in his pants pockets. "There might have been a time when I would have let you step away. I wouldn't even try, but, I think you could save my life." As he moved to between the couches and behind the coffee table he pulled out the blade from his pocket.
Kyouya moved forward, jumping on the coffee table to close the gap between them faster. He wasn't going to let Tamaki do this, no matter what. Holding his wrists he fought against Tamaki as he tried to pull away.
"Just don't give up I'm workin' it out, please don't give in, I won't let you down. It messed me up, need a second to breathe, just keep coming around. Hey, whataya want from me." Tamaki tried to free his wrists from Kyouya's grip. His right arm was starting to hurt from the pressure. "Whataya want from me, Whataya want from me,"
"Whataya want from me."
Kyouya tried to pry the blade from Tamaki's hand. Never again would he be allowed to cut himself. Not while they were together and nowadays that was always. He couldn't lose Tamaki to depression, he would give him all the strength he needed to beat this.
"Just don't give up on me, uhhhhh, I won't let you down. No, I won't let you down."
Tamaki couldn't fight any longer. His whole body was in pain from fighting against Kyouya. The harder he fought against all his pain the more he desired to press the single blade to his arm. Kyouya released Tamaki's left arm to grab his chin and look into those troubled eyes.
"So I, just don't give up on me, I'm workin' it out, Please don't give in, I won't let you down. It messed me up."
"It messed me up."
"Need a second to breathe, just keep coming around."
"Hey, whataya want from me."
Finally able to pry the blade from Tamaki's fingers he closed it and placed it in his pocket. As Tamaki tried to go for it Kyouya pushed him back. Soon he had Tamaki pinned against the wall next to his TV. "Just don't give up, I'm workin' it out. Please don't give in. I won't let you down, it messed me up, need a second to breathe. Just keep coming around. Hey, whataya want from me."
"Whataya want from me."
"Whataya want from me, whataya want from me."
"Whataya want from me." With that Tamaki gave up the fight, sinking to his knees he started to cry, he was ready now to tell Kyouya everything he needed help, he needed to stop this. This wasn't him and he didn't want to hurt anymore.
For some reason I wanted to do something like this. Not sure if it sucks or not so leave your thoughts in a review. Thanks Love You.