From the Ouran Crack Drabble Generator- Pairing: Éclair Tonnerre / Nekozawa Umehito- Prompt: Give and Take (I couldn’t have asked for a better prompt)

The third Music room was completely empty, devoid of lingering guests or hosts or life. Tentatively he stepped in, looking around. There was an uncomfortable chill to the atmosphere- like some terrible tragedy had just occurred. It was enough to make even Nekozawa shiver. He was about to leave, when the door to the practice room opened, and he turned towards it.

Nekozawa and Éclair faced each other for the first time. He looked surprised, and she, unamused.

“Excuse me,” he began, forcing an awkward smile, “I’m looking for Suoh Tamaki.”

“He is not available,” she replied icily, raising her opera glasses to her eyes and peering through them at the stranger in black. Despite her curt answer, Nekozawa was undaunted.

“Well, when will he become available again?”

“He will not.”

The room was silent for a moment as the two frowned heavily at each other and the air seemed suddenly thick with mutual dislike. Nekozawa stepped towards her, his hair hiding his eyes. Éclair lowered the opera glasses slightly.

“There is an urgent matter of which I must discuss with Suoh-Kun,” he began testily. “I can go in there now, or I can wait for him here. Either way, I will see him.”

“Whatever it is, it is not so important that it cannot be discussed with me,” she bit, glaring ice daggers at him.

“I’m afraid it is a personal matter.”

“Tamaki has no personal matters.”

Another silence. This time, a slow, wicked smile spread across Nekozawa’s lips. “I see,” he began, a little too viciously. “So, the rumors are true.”

Éclair’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.

“You must be the so-called fiancée,” he continued, a dark look in his eyes. He then smirked. “Tell me, did Suoh-Kun agree to this arrangement, or have you cast a spell on him?...”

“I don’t appreciate your tone,” she snapped. “Leave at once.”

“Not until I see him.”

“You will not. I’m taking him back with me to France.”

When this decision was announced to the Host Club, she was met with varying degrees of shock, despair, and anger from its members. But the reaction of this strange, robed intruder surprised her. Nekozawa laughed outrageously.

“I’m impressed!” he grinned, still chuckling. “I never would have thought you his type. I’ve never met anyone so selfish. It’s like an achievement all on its own!”

“How dare you!” Éclair raged, the ice in her ice melting into an angry fire. “It’s no business of yours!”

“You’re very right,” he smiled viciously, “How rude of me. Allow me to ask, though; pulled from his school and friends and home, what is Suoh-Kun getting out of this arrangement?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes dark. “Something he’s always wanted.”

“And it’s worth the price? He told you so”

Éclair set her teeth, eyes venomous, annoyed by this obnoxious stranger and his obnoxious robe. “That’s between him and me.”

“Of course it is. Everything is now, isn’t it?” Nekozawa asked slyly. “Tell me, then… if he’s giving up so much for you, just what are you sacrificing for him?”

A third period of silence stretched between them. When Éclair said nothing, a victorious smile lit Nekozawa’s face. He took a few steps back.

“Thank you. I believe I have what I came here for.”

“You came here to see Tamaki,” She reminded him curtly, her eyes cold again.

“Oh, no,” he grinned blackly. “I came here to meet you, Tonnerre-San. And you met my expectations. Have a good evening, and do tell Suoh-Kun I dropped by.” With that, he exited the third music room. Éclair scowled, and turned back towards the practice room to gather her things. Tamaki was not in there at all.