My second stab at an Ouran fic, this time with a little more substance. I tried my best to keep Kyouya IC, but it's difficult to make him desire something other than personal gain if he's completely himself. xx
Again, I do not own Ouran. Don't sue me. I'm merely using my imagination for the benefit and amusement of others.
Just in case anyone didn't know ..
Okaasan -- Mom
Otoosan -- Dad
Tamaki was handsome. There was no doubt in anyone's mind about that. With his golden blond hair, always skillfully disheveled, and his bright blue eyes that never failed to reduce his adoring fangirls to quivering puddles, some would even go so far as to say he was beautiful.
Kyouya, however, was not one of those people.
He grimaced behind his laptop as he watched the scene play out before him one particularly boring afternoon. Tamaki was surrounded by girls, which came as no surprise. Their eyes, glistening with tears of devotion, were glued to him as he gave a very long-winded (and in Kyouya's opinion, very unnecessary) speech on the perks of commoner coffee.
"It's so simple! And cheap!" he exclaimed, holding up the jar for eveyone to see. He pointed to a slumped figure in a nearby chair. "Haruhi! Come demonstrate for us once more!"
Kyouya smirked to himself as he watched the poor girl slide lower in her seat.
"Ha-ru-hiii!" Tamaki whined. He turned on his "puppy dog" stare, and Haruhi sighed in resignation.
"Hai, senpai," she groaned, rising from her chair. Tamaki beamed and proceeded smother his daughter with attention as she reached for the pot of hot water.
Kyouya watched in mild amusement as Haruhi dropped a spoonful of coffee crystals into each teacup on the table, in turn adding the water and stirring. Only Tamaki could be so absorbed by something so trivial, he mused.
The rest of the afternoon passed without much excitement. The twins had caused a near-fainting spell with their "brotherly love" act, after Hikaru had carelessly knocked over a cup of hot tea and burned his fingers. Kaoru had taken his brother's hand gingerly in his own, bringing the scalded digits to his lips, murmuring, "Hikaru .. you must be more careful. I can't bear to see this beautiful skin marred by such carelessness!" He had then proceeded to kiss his brother's injured hand, much to the excitement of the surrounding female customers, as Hikaru's cheeks flushed crimson.
All in all, it had been a mildly productive day in Kyouya's opinion.
He sat in a high-backed, rather uncomfortable chair by the window, tapping away at his laptop long after he figured everyone else had gone home. It was only when a long, thin arm draped around his shoulder that he realized he wasn't alone.
"What are you still doing here, Okaasan? It's the weekend! Let's go do something fun!"
Kyouya glanced up into Tamaki's grinning face, then returned his attention to the numbers on the screen. "I'll trust you to have enough fun for the both of us, Otoosan. I'm rather busy at the moment."
Tamaki pouted almost pathetically. "But .. Kyouya! You're supposed to have fun on the weekend! Let's go to my house and watch one of those Western comedies." He smiled hopefully, and when Kyouya remained glued to his seat, he tugged at the boy's sleeve.
"Come on, Kyou. I'm going to keep pestering you until you agree."
Kyouya sighed, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. "If I come with you, and indulge your obsession with Western film, will you leave me alone?"
Tamaki nodded furiously, his eyes gleaming.
Kyouya replaced his glasses, turned off the computer and stood. "All right. But just one. Just one, Tamaki," he repeated as his friend looked as though he meant to argue. "I can't spend the entire evening watching something I'm pretty sure could lower my IQ."
Tamaki clapped his hands together delightedly. "Great! I'll have the cook make us snacks and we'll spend the whole night together!" He grabbed Kyouya's jacket sleeve and herded him towards the door, and as they exited the third music room protests of "I said just one, Tamaki!" echoed all up and down the empty hallway.
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The bedroom of Suou Tamaki could only be described as overly extravagant. The room itself was huge, and in the very middle sat a monstrous bed covered in the finest silk sheets and a fluffy down comforter. The colors were red and gold, ("The colors of royalty!" Tamaki had exclaimed profoundly.) and there was so much of that dark crimson hue that Kyouya thought for a moment his eyes were bleeding. He blinked several times upon entering the bedchamber, and realizing that his eyes were indeed still intact and injury-free, resigned himself to the fact that he had emerged into a medieval nightmare.
"Did you grow tired of the blue?" Kyouya asked as he sat on the edge of the bed, referring to the hue that had at one time been the self-proclaimed king's favorite color. Tamaki, who was rifling through a stack of DVDs on his entertainment center, waved a hand dismissively.
"It didn't stand up to my status as king of the Host Club." He turned, motioning to the decor with an outstretched hand. "This more befits a king, don't you think?" Tamaki grinned like a fool and Kyouya shook his head, a smirk dancing across his lips.
You're so dramatic, Tamaki.
After a few more moments spent studying the titles, his friend finally held one out for his approval. Kyouya tilted his head slightly to the right.
"'Road Trip'?" he asked skeptically, his eyes scanning the cover. Why are those two people naked behind a map?
Tamaki shrugged. "It's supposed to be good."
Kyouya handed the box back to his friend. "Whatever you like, Tamaki. Just keep in mind, I said I was only going to suffer through one."
"I know, I know." Tamaki set the DVD on top of the player and began loosening his tie. "I've already asked one of the maids to bring us some things to eat, so I'm going to take a shower while we wait. Is that okay with you?"
Tamaki was halfway through the unbuttoning of his shirt before Kyouya realized he hadn't answered.
"Oh. Yes. I don't mind." A light flush crept across his cheeks as he watched Tamaki stride across the lushly carpeted floor to the bathroom. What is wrong with me? he asked himself, combing a hand through his dark hair. I am not one of those people so easily influenced by Tamaki's good looks.
Kyouya busied himself by taking out his laptop and attempting to finish analyzing the figures he'd been set on earlier. He barely noticed the soft knock at the bedroom door, which happened to be the maid bringing their snacks.
"Arigatou," he said politely, taking the tray of finger sandwiches from the flabbergasted woman, who was babbling things like "Oh, my pleasure," and "You're welcome" as he closed the door behind him. It was at that precise moment that Tamaki strolled out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a clean white towel wrapped around his narrow hips. He smiled as he saw the tray of food, which Kyouya nearly dropped at the sight of the nearly naked king.
His hair was still wet, little droplets of water falling onto his shoulders and rolling down his perfect white skin. Kyouya's eyes involuntarily followed their path down his chest, his stomach, and finally he forced himself to look away as they soaked into the fabric at his hips.
"Kyouya?" The sound of his name snapped him out of his trance, and he realized he was still holding the tray of food. Quickly setting it down on a dresser, he chose a sandwich from the selection and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Are you all right?" Tamaki asked worriedly, coming to stand behind him. Kyouya nodded, though the close proximity of his body seemed to only cloud his mind further.
"I just found myself suddenly hungry," he said matter-of-factly after he had finished chewing.
"I think you were mesmerized by the sight of my towel-clad body," Tamaki teased, as he was prone to do. Although this time, Kyouya feared there was too much truth to it.
"Don't be such an idiot, Tamaki," he said as he sat back on the bed. He rolled his eyes as his friend stuck out his bottom lip in the most pathetic pout he had ever seen. "Go get dressed."
As Tamaki started off in the direction of his closet, Kyouya began racking his brain for the source of his sudden attraction. He had known Tamaki for years, and had never once before seen him as anything but an arrogant nuisance, good-natured though he was.
Kyouya sighed, massaging his temples. There was no logic to his irrational thoughts, and everyone knew he was a logical, realistic man. What was he going to do?
Mm. What will Kyouya do? Tell me what you think. XD