Just a little Ouran fic that I wrote for a friend as a gift

Pairing: Kyoya/Tamaki

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club

Notebook

"Mama, what are you doing?" Tamaki asked Kyoya, who was sitting in one of the many chairs in the third music room of Ouran Academy scribbling away in the notebook that he almost always had his nose buried in.

Tamaki and Kyoya were the only ones currently in the room, despite the fact that the host club would be opening for business in the next few moments due to the fact that all the others were busily getting dressed into the costumes that they were to wear for today's theme.

Kyoya glanced away from what he was working on and up at the blond, sighing softly as he stopped what he had been doing, placed his pen between the pages that he had been working on and snapping his notebook shut before he stood from his seat, adjusting his glasses slightly, "Nothing Daddy." He replied simply.

At this Kyoya started to walk away from the blond boy, he still had a few things he needed to prepare before they opened and he didn't have time to deal with the blond's eccentric behavior.

Despite this however Tamaki followed the other, "Come on, just tell me what you were doing. You're always writing in that notebook and you never let anyone see it. What do you write in there?"

"Trust me Tamaki, it wouldn't interest you." Kyoya replied flatly, "Besides, shouldn't you be getting into your costume, we'll be opening in just a few minutes."

"I'm not getting ready until you show me what's in that book." Tamaki replied stubbornly as he stopped following the black haired male and crossed his arms over his chest.

Kyoya turned around to stare at the Host Club's "King" with a raised eyebrow before sighing and shaking his head slightly, he then opened his notebook to the page he had been working on – making sure to grab his pen so that it didn't fall to the floor – before turning it around and showing the page to Tamaki.

Tamaki blinked in surprise, partly because of how easy it had been to get Kyoya to show him the notebook, and partly because Kyoya had been correct, he had no interest in what Kyoya wrote in his notebook, in front of him was a page filled with calculations and scribbled notes.

After Tamaki had stared at the page for a few seconds Kyoya took the book away and closed it again, placing his pen back inside, and tucking it back under his arm.

"Are you satisfied now?" Kyoya asked.

Tamaki sighed and frowned, "Not really. Why couldn't you have been writing something more interesting in there?"

Kyoya just shook his head slightly and decided to act as though the blond had not asked anything, "Now that I've shown it to you don't you think you should be getting changed?" Then suddenly Kyoya stepped closer to Tamaki, a playful smirk making its way onto his face, "Or would Daddy like Mama to help him?"

Tamaki's eyes widened as he flushed darkly, taking a step backwards to put some space in between Kyoya and himself, "Kyoya!"

Kyoya just stared at the other, the smirk still in place, "Yes, Daddy?"

Tamaki seemed to be at a loss for words for a few moments as his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted and was desperately trying to say something, but no sounds came out. After a few moments of this Tamaki seemed to give up on trying to speak and just flushed deeper before turning around and walking toward the dressing rooms without saying a word.

Kyoya just chuckled to himself as he watched the blond walk away.