An Ouran High School Host Club Fic
Rating - T
Featuring - Kyoya because I happen to like his smile
Pairing - Tamaki / Haruhi squee!
Disclaimers - Standard
Author's Notes - Apologies, my dear, faithful readers who have been waiting paiently, and not so paiently, for an update. I tend to cycle in my loves (currently set to Gilmore Girls) which means that projects I started with the intent to finish get pushed to the back burner. Or in the case of this fic, I also had written myself into a corner and Palexiot had to help me get out of it. Thanks a bunch, hon!
Anyway, several of you have made guesses as to whom Kyoya's mysterious assailant could be...and now it's time to see if you were right! Venture forth to find the truth. It's out there.
Kyoya grunted as his body slammed into the door of his car. The thug had him held by his left arm behind his back and the collar of his shirt. He was shoved up against the car a few times before the thug leaned and hissed in his ear, "What did you do to my daughter?"
Knowing that Ryoji/Ranka was out of town, there was only one other person who would make that kind of statement. Shoving off of the car, Kyoya managed to send the thug reeling and into the amber glow of the streetlamp. Under it, Tamaki's blond hair glittered and his eyes were now a stormy blue, filled with hurt.
"How much did you see?" Kyoya asked quietly.
"Enough," Tamaki growled.
Oh Lord, he had seen the kiss. Sighing, Kyoya ran a hand through his hair. This was going to be a tough one to explain. "It was nothing," he started off, knowing that it wouldn't be sufficient. The anger and hurt that Tamaki had to be feeling, Kyoya couldn't even fathom. So much for not ruining his relationship with the Suou heir.
"Nothing! You kissed her!" Tamaki burst. "You knew how I feel about her! You knew that I was going to ask her to marry me, but you still kissed her?"
"How do you know that she didn't kiss me?" Kyoya asked.
"Because I saw you lean in and kiss her."
Looking at his watch, Kyoya arched an eyebrow. "Why are you even here? It's nearly midnight."
"If you must know, I had been at the Suou mansion all day. I needed some clothes and other personal effects, so I came to my apartment after the rain stopped. I was going to check on Haurhi, but clearly she's been taken care of!"
Tired and frustrated, Kyoya marched over to Tamaki and grabbed him roughly by the arm. He yanked the Host Club King to the passenger door, threw it open, and then tossed Tamaki in. Walking over the driver's side, Kyoya coolly slid in and started the car. "Tamaki, I am not going to discuss this in the middle of the street, right in front of Haruhi's apartment. We'll go back to my place and discuss this over coffee like adults."
Tamaki said nothing, but turned his attention to the city passing by his window. When they arrived in Kyoya's apartment moments later, Tamaki sat on the couch and glowered at his friend. "You want to talk? Then talk."
Kyoya sat down opposite of Tamaki and looked him square in the eye. "I love Haruhi. Maybe subconsciously I always have, but consciously I've always known how you feel about her and so I never made any sort of move on her."
"Until tonight!" Tamaki bellowed.
"Yes, until tonight. Let me explain what happened. I had been out for a walk when the storm started. When I headed to the nearest cover, I ran into someone. That someone just happened to be Haruhi. Remembering her fear of thunderstorms, I called my driver and offered to take her home. However she declined that offer, so I invited her over here. I closed the black out curtains and turned up classical music and distracted her with dinner. After dinner was over I took her back to her apartment. Things were said and I kissed her."
"So you admit that you kissed her!"
"Yes, I admit it. I pressed my lips against hers, and nothing more."
"Do you swear it was nothing more?"
"I swear it was nothing more. You can even ask her."
At that Tamaki seemed to calm down, but was still nervously fidgeting. "I just don't want to lose her," he said after a while. "After all of this, I don't want to lose her."
Kyoya sighed. "You're not going to lose her because she loves you. You would have to screw up pretty badly for her to reject your proposal."
However the Host Club King wasn't paying attention. Instead he found a corner to sulk in, poking at the fake flowers sitting in a decorative vase perched there. "I love her so much," he was mumbling. "I know that the twins will fight this but I never expected this from you, Kyoya." He gave the fake flowers a firm poke. "I love her too much. I would die without her by my side. I need her."
Still sitting on the couch, Kyoya leaned forward and put his face in his hands. He knew that Tamaki was dense. That fact had been driven home on the day they had met back in their third year of middle school. However, that Tamaki could be this much of a super-colossal king idiot had somehow not been known until this very moment.
Slowly rising, Kyoya walked over to where Tamaki was perched and crouched down beside his friend. Then he raised his hand and gave Tamaki a sound smack upside the head. Stunned, Tamaki turned watery blue eyes towards Kyoya's cool stare and stuck his lower lip out in a pout.
"Tamaki, she told me that she loves you. You irritate her, just like you irritate everyone else you know, but she loves you. Don't do anything stupid to mess this up, or I will hurt you."
Tamaki blinked a few times, stunned by what Kyoya had just said. "A-are you sure? She said that she loves me?"
"Yes, that's what she told me. That's why the kiss meant nothing. Just don't screw it up, because I would really hate to call in the Ohtori Private Police to kick your sorry half-French ass."
Tamaki stood and stretched, and then gave Kyoya a whap on the head. "I'd like to see you try."
The boys shared a laugh before heading into the kitchen where Kyoya made a fresh pot of coffee. "Haruhi is an amazing person," he said as he rinsed out the coffee pot. "But you already knew that."
"I can't believe that she loves me. Are you telling the truth or is this one of your Demon Lord tricks?"
"I swear it's the truth," Kyoya said, returning to the coffee machine and pouring water into the reservoir. "She confessed everything to me tonight. I cannot stress the 'do not mess this up' enough, Tamaki."
However in true Tamaki fashion he wasn't paying attention. "Hey, your phone is blinking. I wonder who called."
Groaning Kyoya shook his head. Naturally Tamaki wasn't going to listen to anything important, so Kyoya decided to just drop it. Looking over at his phone, he wondered who would have actually called the LAN line. He primarily used his cell phone as a means of communication, but he had gotten a LAN line for emergencies and telemarketers. That there would actually be a message on his machine seemed silly, so he walked over and pressed the play button.
"Hi Kyo-kun!" Fuyumi's voice bubbled. "I was calling to let you know that the dinner will be held at Nobu's on the eighteenth at seven. Hope to see you there! Bye!"
Tamaki chuckled as Kyoya jotted the date, location and time on calendar stuck to the fridge. "Is she going to announce her pregnancy then?"
Kyoya's pencil stopped midway through Nobu's. He turned slowly and looked curiously at Tamaki's happy smile. "How did you know?"
"Well, first of all she wasn't drinking coffee at Starbucks, and second she had this maternal glow about her. You didn't notice?"
"No," Kyoya answered slowly. "I was little preoccupied, what with you and Haruhi's scene back by the barista."
"Well obviously she told you," Tamaki answered thoughtfully. "Otherwise you probably would be beating me to a pulp right now."
"Quite," Kyoyan replied tensely. Why was it that Tamaki could see these things and he couldn't? What was it about his outlook on life that left him blind to something that, as Tamaki had pointed out, should have been extremely obvious? Haruhi had probably even noticed.
"It's okay if you didn't see it. I know you think I see things in a very strange way," Tamaki said, as if reading Kyoya's thoughts. "I suppose you look for angles and I look at the whole picture."
"Which is why you're easily deceived because the whole picture isn't always the truth," Kyoya retorted with more than just a pinch of acid in his tone.
Tamaki flinched slightly, but then quickly regained his composure. "Kyoya, because you want to be named the heir, you play angles. You do things that will gain you something in return. I don't. I do things because I want to and I see things because I want to."
"Inversely, you ignore things you'd rather not see. Like your love for Haruhi."
"I'm over that now!" Tamaki protested. "At any rate I think that you need to stop looking for angles and just look at what's in front of you. You'd be much better off for it, I assure you."
"If you're assuring me then I'm not sure I want to."
Tamaki blinked as he ran what Kyoya had said through his head again. "Wait, what? Kyoya, you can't go through life like you are! You're going to end up all alone one of these days."
"With you around I doubt I'll ever be lonely."
"True, but what I mean is that you've closed yourself off! You don't get close to anyone! Didn't you ever have a crush on someone," Tamaki held up a hand to stop Kyoya from answering too quickly, "other than Haruhi?"
Pausing, Kyoya mulled over his school days. There had been one girl who had always intrigued him, mostly because she was just as cold and distant as he was, though not for the same reasons. "Ayame Jonouchi. She was different from the other girls."
"Ah-ha!" Tamaki crowed, ducking in closer to his best friend. "So you do prefer the brainy type!"
"What do you mean by that?!" Kyoya snarled.
"Well, Haruhi is brainy," Tamaki pointed out. "So you like the type who is well informed, studious, and wears glasses?"
"Don't try to classify my non-existent love life! Besides, even though Ayame never fell for your smooth lines, she was attracted to you, remember?"
"A megane couple!" Tamaki said, gazing off into the distance, as if imagining in that twisted inner-mind theater of his that Kyoya and Ayame were married and surrounded by a brood of children, all wearing glasses.
Kyoya rolled his eyes. "You are truly an idiot."
Okay folks, please don't hate me, but this is what I've got so far. Hopefully, before too long, I'll update again, or you'll have to start pestering me lest I forget about this fic. (No, I would never forget it!) I swear, once I'm inspired I'll write like a madwoman but for now, I need you all to hang tight and be paient. Real life sucks, but sadly for me, that's where I live.
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