Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Can't Help Fallen ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or the lovely characters, nor will I ever. Kudos to Bisco Hatori for working so hard to bring such a fantastic, and hilarious, manga.

Can't Help Fallen

By: Nara

~~~~~Chapter 1: Confessions~~~~~

Ouran Host Club's bookkeeper was working another day alone in the abandoned music room, trying to keep the club from going into even worse debt. Kyouya was typing furiously at his laptop, skimming through his notes in doing so. As he started writing down some more numbers in his notebook, a dark cloaked figure stood watching his every movement from afar. Nekozawa stood behind a small crack from the Dark Magic Club room as he watched his long desired love, Kyouya.

For months, the dark cat worshipper had been dreaming of the host and as these dreams continued he started to feel unusual. He started feeling knots in his stomach every time he stole a glance at Kyouya in class. He later felt a desirable urge to touch Kyouya's body, to caress his cheek, and, eventually, to kiss those soft lips. Nekozawa knew it was wrong, wrong in so many ways. So he tried to forget and ignore these emotions, but he couldn't stop the dreams. So now, here he was, alone with his dream boy at last and his chance to make his dreams true.

Opening the door conjoining the two rooms, he quietly slipped out into that ever-so-cursed light. Ignoring the pain he walked over to Kyouya, who was to into his work to notice Nekozawa sneak next to him. “Here,” said Nekozawa as he held out a small black envelope. Kyouya, a little taken back, set his pen in his notebook and looked up. He took the envelope, confused, but still unemotional. Nekozawa started to stutter as a shadow casted over his face, “I-I'm not so go-good. . . with my wor-words. So I wrote this. . . for yo-you inste-. . .ad.”

“Hm, what is it?”

“Ju-just read it.”

Kyouya frowned at such a lame explanation, but turned his attention to the envelope. His slender fingers carefully opened the wax seal to reveal a small parchment with a short message:

 

Kyouya,

I've been dreaming of you lately and I've come to realize. . . I love you. So I ask you, will you be. . . my “Prince of Darkness”. I hope you will be the one to shed some let in my world and heart.

Love,

Umehito Nekozawa

 

Kyouya looked up at Nekozawa; the shadow over his face had vanished, revealing a deep red stain on his cheeks and deep blue eyes filled with tears. It finally clicked in Kyouya's head that he had just received a confession of love . . . from a guy! Remaining silent, he folded the letter back into the envelope. Nekozawa couldn't take it anymore, through clenched teeth he whispered, “S-say something. . .”

A long silence passed before a reply was met, “Is this some kind of joke?”

Nekozawa winced as such harsh words stabbed at his heart, “N-no.”

Kyouya stood up and started packing up his belongings, in doing so, simply asked, “No, what?”

He couldn't bring himself to argue his heart and so he watched as his dream boy started walking away.

As soon as Kyouya opened the door, it was abruptly shut as he was turned and pinned against it by his wrists. “Please don't . . . this isn't a joke. I truly love you Kyouya,” he said looking up into glaring eyes behind clairvoyant glasses.

“Do you know who you're confessing to?”

“I don't, but I'd like to spend the rest of my life trying.”

“I'm an Ootori, you fool! My life will be run by business till I die and revolves around keeping an appealing image. Now what kind of image will I present if were to indulge in your little fantasy and turn - “

“Turn what!? Gay? I know it's wrong, but you can't help who you fall in love with,” and with that Nekozawa pressed his lips against Kyouya's.

It felt like an eternity during that brief kiss. Kyouya's mind went numb as he felt a cold rush of breathe on his warmed lips as Nekozawa pulled away. He didn't know what to do, and for once, the Ootori descendent showed emotion as he blushed from his first kiss. “Don't worry . . . you'll never have to deal with me again,” and Nekozawa ran off back to his world of darkness leaving Kyouya against the door, alone.

It took a few moments for Kyouya to comprehend what just happened. Placing a hand gently on his lips, `Did he really just kiss me?' Suddenly his eyes widened in recognition, `What did he mean he'd never have to deal with him again? There's no way to avoid him completely, unless . . . no, he wouldn't!'

Kyouya, fearing the worse, ran towards the room of darkness. As he slid through the door he called out to Nekozawa, “Nekozawa . . . I know you're in here.”

As Kyouya walked further into the blinding dark he saw a flicker of light on the other side of the room. As he got closer to the flickering candle, he felt his shoe step in some sort of liquid. Kyouya quickly pulled out his cell phone and shined its screen towards the ground. His eyes widened at the glistening red substance as it trailed to the limp body of Nekozawa.

Kyouya stumbled over to kneel next to the bloody trail's source. He could feel Nekozawa's blood drenching his school uniform as he pulled him to his own body. Picking up Nekozawa's limp arm, he could see a deep gash carved into his right wrist and glanced at a small razor blade in his left hand. Nekozawa's head was lifeless against Kyouya's chest as he tried to stop the bleeding.

He pulled of his school blazer and tied it tightly around the gash. Kyouya looked helplessly as the blood continued to flow and seep through the cloth. He could still hear Nekozawa breathing, but just barely. `I'm not going to let you die on my account,' and Kyouya lifted the lifeless Nekozawa and ran with him into the blinding light.

As Kyouya's eyes adjusted to the light he noticed Tamaki had entered the music room and was now, shockingly, looking at Kyouya's topless body covered in blood with Nekozawa in his arms. “K-K-Kyouya . . . .”

“This isn't what it looks like, Tamaki.”

“What's happened to Nekozawa-senpai?”

“He needs to get to a hospital, there's no time to spare. I'll explain later.” and with that, Kyouya ran out with Nekozawa.

One of the Ootori family hospitals was only 6 blocks from the school and was the closest place to get Nekozawa help. As Kyouya ran he could feel onlookers stare, but at that moment all he cared about was saving the boy who had given him his first kiss and shattering his unemotional attitude.

“HELP! My friend needs help! He won't stop bleeding,” screamed Kyouya as he ran into the emergency room. A crowd of nurses and doctors surrounded Kyouya, taking Nekozawa from his arms and deeper into the ER.

Kyouya stared as he watched Nekozawa disappear from his sight and wondered whether he would see him again. “Kyouya Ootori, you're the third youngest son of the Ootori family,” Kyouya looked over at the nurse talking to him.

“Don't worry, we won't let a friend of the Ootori die.”

Kyouya stood silent as the possibility of death entered his mind and with a painfully forced mask he attempted to calmly speak, “. . . he. . . he tried to kill himself.”

The nurse gave Kyouya a sympathetic look and led him to a private bathroom where he was given a chance to clean up as much as he could. As he started washing off the blood from his chest, with the towels the nurse had given him, he stopped to see his hand dripping with blood. Holding his hand out in front of him he stared at the glistening liquid. Without thinking he brought the dripping life source to his lips and licked it from his hand. Nekozawa's blood was warm as it flowed down his throat; leaving a sweet, slightly salty, taste on his tongue.

`Did he just really drink Nekozawa's blood? Why? What was he thinking?' Kyouya closed his eyes thinking of the lips that brought him his first kiss as he savored Nekozawa's life source. Kyouya started to feel warmth throughout his body as he started to breathe heavily. `What was wrong with him, why was he feeling this over someone he had rejected?' Kyouya clenched the edge of the sink and bent over. His breathing was getting heavier as he continued to think of Nekozawa's soft lips.

“Kyouya, are you okay,” he heard the nurse ask through the door.

“I'm fine.”

“I've set some clothes by the door for you.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Kyouya continued to breathe heavily, `What was going on with him?' Kyouya leaned up against the wall in front of the sink as he felt his face flush and his body on fire. All he could think about was Nekozawa and, without thinking once again, slipped a hand into his pants. He replayed his first kiss over and over in his mind as we tried to take care of the fire burning inside him. `Why had he fallen for Nekozawa so suddenly, when minutes ago he rejected his confession of love?'

Kyouya let out a soft moan as he reached his breaking point, realizing, `He loved Nekozawa, he loved him. Nobody had ever gone so far to prove their love for him. What he took for a joke was in fact the first attempt of someone trying to capture his heart for their own. . . .'