Title: Playing House (1/2)

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Pairing: Tamaki/Kyouya

Rating: PG for kissing

Comments: Urm... Tamaki's actions make more sense after the next part with his POV. And I guess having read chapter 33 would help too. But go ahead and assume what you wish.

~ Mommy's POV is steady and thorough like Mommy's financial bookeeping is ~

It was just a few minutes before club hours and Kyouya always enjoyed those last few minutes in the Third Music Room before the chaos, with only the soft sound of his fingers dancing across the keyboard providing a familiar counterpoint to the silence of the room.

tap tap tap tap

Mori-senpai had kendo club on the opposite side of campus, and while he could have arrived on time if he ran straight over, he would inevitably be delayed by the fact that Hani-senpai would have fallen asleep waiting for him, resulting in both third years arriving late by an average of 15.9 minutes.

tap tap tap scrish

The Hitachiin brothers, by his calculations, were currently hiding outside the window of their homeroom, enjoying the results of the prank they had set up for their class rep. The fact that they'd appropriated certain props from the Host Club for that purpose was of course noted in the club ledger, and he would make them pay double the price in the upcoming Interschool Festival next week.

tap tap scrish tap scrish

Haruhi had most likely lost track of time in her corner of the third library and would arrive 3 to 5 minutes late. He would of course add a penalty fee to her debt, not that she would ever be informed of that fact.

tap scrish scrish tap scrish scrish tap

That left...

scrish scrish TAP

Kyouya gave his index finger a stern look where it was still resting on the standby button of his laptop, as if rebuking it for the unnecessary force behind that last stroke.

scrish poink poink

Picking up the club ledger from the desk, Kouya stood from the chair and turned around, presenting his usual bland smile at the person who had been so obviously inching up from behind him in the last few minutes and was now hunched over, nervously poking his index fingers together.

"What is it, 'Tousan'?"

Their idiot of a king, of course, was unfortunately the only member of the club who had too much spare time to bother him. And, more to the point, the only person period who could so easily get under his skin.

Today, Tamaki seemed to be stuck in one of his gloomy and pensive moods. Though as far as Kyouya was aware the twins had not said anything to set him off, and the speculation of what caused this particular mood swing was probably another factor to his current lack of patience.

"Anou... 'Kasan'..."

Kyouya weathered the pair of puppy eyes that stared back at him for all of 1.5 seconds before surrendering.

"Out with it already, Tamaki," he sighed, "what did your father tell you at dinner this time?"

Given his previous experiences with the elder Suoh's sense of humor, Kyouya was unsurprised by the hands that seized his shoulders, or the face that loomed close. But the breath that ghosted across his lips was a surprise right before... and was that an "anata" he thought he must have misheard...

The ledger slipped to the ground unheeded as Tamaki proved true to his mother's heritage in matters kissing.

SLAM! "GYAH!!" "EH?!?"

...and that would be the sound of three first years walking in on them.

Kyouya would have been proud of the fact that his brain kicked from zero to overdrive in 0.1 seconds were it not for the fact that his mind had actually gone completely blank for an uncertain amount of time to begin with, as proven by the fact that he had no recollection of when his hands had wound themselves around Tamaki and into the other boy's uniform jacket or when he had been pressed precariously against the table.

"Tono's stealing our act!" One of the twins - obviously one with a deathwish - blurted out.

"I guess that means Haruhi's ours then!" The other twin - obviously the smarter one - added.

"WAAAHH!! Haruhi! Children mustn't walk in on Mommy and Daddy like that!"

Kyouya barely caught himself by the edge of the table as a blond whirlwind swept off of him to fuss over their rookie first year. He let a calculating smile creep across his face as he carefully straightened his hair and attire and looked up at the interlopers.

He was going to make those first years rue the fact that they walked in that door. And he was going to make Tamaki finish that 'conversation'.

Not necessarily in that order.

~ Not really the end ~

Translations:

'Tousan - Daddy

'Kasan - Mommy

anata - term of endearment between couples

Tono - Lord