Hello All! This is a present for a friend of mine, and I hope you all enjoy it too. It is a pairing between Tamaki and Kyoya, so if you don't like it, don't read it. This chapter is short, cause it's only a prolouge... Please don't flame, though constructive criticism is welcomed. Thanks, Malehkia.
Oh yeah. Here's the only disclaimer you will get. I don't own Ouran. I don't own any canon characters you see in here. All I own is a Haruhi Cosplay and a Hikaru sculpture my friend made.
Kyoya Ootori's eyes opened, and a blurry picture appeared before him. A blur of yellow and brown started to focus in front of him, and at a point, stopped, still slightly blurred. Reaching his arm over to the bedside table, Kyoya groped around for his glasses. Finding the cold, hard crystal glass of the lenses, his fingers gripped the visual aids and brought them to his face. Situating them just right, he blinked his eyes a few times, his view of the yellow and brown became Tamaki's hair and the teddy bears on his best friend's, no, boyfriend's pyjamas.
Tamaki rolled over towards him, the blonde man's smile now facing Kyoya's own soft smile. Kyoya's arms slowly encircled Tamaki's large frame. As the blonde's striking violet eyes fluttered open, Kyoyanched his own face closer, and once the purple orbs were fully exposed, he placed his lips upon the taller boy's smile. The kiss was short and filled with love, a tender meeting of two people. As they broke the too short kiss, Tamaki let out a uncharacteristic sigh. Sitting up, the blonde spoke: "Kyoya, This won't change anything, will it?"
Kyoya baffled by his beloved's naive question. But Kyoya answered nonetheless. "Tamaki, we will always be best friends, a physical relationship between us could never change that." He offered a comforting smile, and then became the businessman again. "Tamaki, no one can know about us though, no one will understand." At this statement, Tamaki reached over towards Kyoya, outstretching his hand.
"B-b-but why? Why would we keep this a secret?" Tamaki said, hurt by his love's harsh words. Kyoya grabbed Tamaki's outstretched hand, and pulled it towards his chest. "Tamaki, think about it. What would happen to our families if news of this spread around? They would be ruined, and we would be disowned. That wouldn't help anyone." At this point, tears were running down Tamaki's cheeks. Kyoya reached to wipe one away, but pain blossomed in his hand as it neared Tamaki's cheek.
Kyoya came to the realization Tamaki had slapped it way, and was surprised by this, as well as the outburst that followed. "You only think of your reputation!" Tamaki shouted, his voice growing louder with each sentence. "Love doesn't matter to you, it never has. Kyoya, how can you expect us to..." Tamaki broke off from his rant here, and sighed, distraught. In a much quieter voice, he continued speaking. "How can you expect us to be together when all you can think about is your stupid reputation. This can't work, not when your mindset is like this. I'm sorry, Ootori-san." With the last sentence, Tamaki was in the doorframe, all of his things in his hand. The last sentence was barley spoken, "Goodbye, mon amour."
Heres the translation for "Mon Amour" if you don't speak french. It means "My Love"