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A Certain Degree of Respect
Yes, Tamaki was an idiot.
Only, when Kyouya said that, he meant it with no malice – but love. Pure…friendly love. Or so you could say, in a way.
The so-called "King" of the Host Club was hyperactive, psychotic, dopey, silly, amusing, annoying, loud, and – oh, so much more! He was no normal man (especially with his interesting unisex appearance), but more of a…a careless demigod, who wreaked havoc and did whatever he wished, with absolutely no concern for the consequences that would follow.
Zeus could've desperately chucked lightening bolts at him – but to no avail! Tamaki would've found a way – dancing and prancing to and fro, gliding around between the flashing attacks, giggling like a fangirl the whole time.
He was certainly…unique.
And Kyouya kept him in line, to the best of his abilities, just as any good lov - err, yes, friend – would.
People sometimes asked him, "What exactly did you see in him?" or something like, "Why would you?" The truth was…
There was no real truth.
But what was honesty in its own twisted way – it was that, in the beginning, everybody had a certain degree of respect for Tamaki.
Oh, I know, it seems nearly impossible.
But before he came, there was nothing. Nothing but tradition, rules, tears, shadows, secret longings…there was nothing to live for.
Before him.
And he had brought them together, bound them as one, and kept them there. Even the twins, who knew only each other, felt the boundaries of their world stretching and pulling – almost painfully…and yet, pleasurably. And it was all thanks to their King.
Yes, Tamaki was a brazen idiot.
But he was their – Kyouya's – idiot, and that was all that mattered.
Because that "certain degree of respect" never really went away.
And now, Kyouya supposed, it could even be considered as love.