Kyoya rolled to his side and pulled the cover of his luxurious duvet over his bare shoulder, cherishing the warmth it brought him. A tap on his shoulder promptly followed his previous movement.
"Kyoya, it's time to wake up; it's your wedding day and you really should be getting ready." The voice belonged to none other than his hair brained friend, Tamaki Suoh. Kyoya's head shot from the soft pillow as soon as he heard the words "wedding day". His heart fluttered for a brief moment, and he felt for his glasses on the bedside table. Grabbing them, he slipped them over his eyes, the world finally coming into focus. The first thing he saw was a smiling face staring at him intently.
Kyoya's brain had not fully registered Tamaki's words, and chose to pass them off as some sort of bizarre dream. He assumed that the dreadful and impossible words "wedding day" were the catalyst that woke him up. And yet, Tamaki was with him in the waking world as well... weird.
"Come on, sleepy head!" Tamaki laughed, "You don't want to keep Haruhi waiting now do you?" His light voice was always there and a pleasant smile often complimented it nicely. Kyoya groggily stood and stretched his long arms and legs. His lengthy black hair drooped down over his eyes, but with a swift sweep of his hand the unruly bangs were temporarily tamed. Tamaki had not changed his stance nor his facial expression. Kyoya, glanced at his attire, finally noticing the three piece tuxedo his friend was wearing.
"Tamaki," Kyoya began coolly, while adjusting his glasses to sit better on the bridge on his nose, "Why are you in a tuxedo? The Host Club has no guests today…" he trailed off, not completing his sentence. The look on Tamaki's face had completely transformed. What was once a happy expression had turned to one of concern and confusion.
"Please, if you are going to stare, do it with your mouth closed and explain to me what you are doing in a tuxedo. What is the day? And time? I cannot be late for school; I have some things to take care of." Kyoya stepped around the man, who once again was frozen in both facial expression and stance. The dark cherry wood of his wardrobe loomed in the corner of his large room. He pulled back the doors and where he was expecting his light blue Ouran High School uniforms, but instead he found a line of black suits, each with a different colored tie. 'What?' His eyes went wide and a chill ran down his spine. 'But of course, Tamaki and the twins love to play jokes don't they! Well this time it's gone too far!'
"Tamaki! Get that stupid look off your face and give me my uniforms, now!" Kyoya's voice was vindictive and cold as he hissed the words through a clenched jaw. Tamaki's face was filled with more concern than anything.
"Kyoya… don't you remember? We are twenty-three years old; we're not in high school anymore; we don't have a Host Club at Ouran anymore…." Tamaki said slowly, smile long gone.
"What?!" Kyoya's voice was still low and he was hissing his words, but there was noticeably less vehemence.
"Kyoya? How hard exactly did you hit your head…?" the blonde man asked apprehensively.