Title: Thoughts
Rating: K
Pairing: Kyoya x Tamaki
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran or any of the characters.
Description: A look inside the thoughts of Kyoya Ootori. Kyoya x Tamaki
A/N: My first OHSCH fic! I'm really excited. Hope you enjoy!
The sound of typing filled the otherwise silent room of Kyoya Ootori. As his eyes watched the laptop screen, his fingers danced across the keys. They formed letters and words, but more importantly, they formed thoughts. Some of the Shadow King's most personal feelings were stored away on the device. Being protected by a long and complicated password, everything remained safe and away from any prying eyes. Of course, having someone get their hands on the laptop to begin with would be a huge accomplishment, because it never left Kyoyas sight. He continued to type away as time ticked on.
His hair is like gold, shimmering when the sunlight hits it just right. It falls around his flawless face perfectly and feels like the finest, most expensive silk. How I long to run my fingers through it. I wonder how he keeps it so beautiful. It must take up a lot of his free time to take care of.
Then there are his lips. They look so delicate. I bet they're soft, although I've never had the opportunity to feel them pressing against my own. Personally, I would compare them to rose petals. A nice pastel pink, they were in a competition of beauty with the rest of his features. Features like his sharp, precise nose and his skin, but strong figure. Everything about him screams absolute perfection all the time.
Still, all of it is outshone by his eyes. They have to be my favorite feature of his by far. The violet orbs always drew me in and mesmerized me. Somehow, I managed to look away each time, even when all I ever wanted to do was stare into his eyes forever. A childish innocence shined in the orbs, only replaced by a sobering glint when he had to deal with his horrible grandmother. Whatever emotion he felt, those eyes sparked with.
Upon looking even deeper, one would uncover his brilliant personality. He willingly and openly does whatever he can for other people, no matter how much of an inconvenience it could be for himself. I've never met anyone so selfless. Someone so kind and beautiful, on both the outside and the inside. Someone so genuine that everyone could easily tell nothing he said or did was an act, none of it made up just to make himself look good.
At times I envy him. I'm not sure why I do, because he doesn't have it that great either. Yet for some reason I sometimes find myself wanting to be him. Maybe it's the fact that while he is usually an idiot, he is still sincere and caring, something the rest of the hosts recognize. My fellow hosts, except for Haruhi and just maybe Tamaki, think I'm the type of person who does things for others with one intention: personal gain.
People often ask me how I deal with Tamaki so well. To them, it's a mystery how we manage to get along, especially when you add that we're total opposites. However, to me, the answer is simple. Us being so different is just part of the reason we work so well together. It's part of the reason I love him. And I'm sure it's part of the reason he loves me back.
Kyoya Ootori saved the documents, shut down his laptop, and prepared for bed. As he settled down on the soft mattress and pulled the duvet over himself, his eyelids began to droop shut from exhaustion. Soon, he was consumed by a deep sleep full of amazing dreams. Dreams all about his price.
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