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Enjoy the story. The title was inspired by 30 seconds to mars' new song "We are Kings and Queens". It is almost relevent.
This is Yaoi, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Thank you.
It was early, of course that was usual, for Kyouya anyway. Brushing some raven hair from his pale face, he adjusted his glasses, taking casual steps through the school which he knew the very layout itself of. Not only because he came here, but because he'd read the blueprints and files, he knew every nook and cranny; nothing could escape his careful eye or sharp mind.
Pushing open the door to the third music room, he stepped inside their little 'Host Club' which Tamaki had started a few years ago... In fact, some stray costumes were lying around, boxes of new costumes- honestly, sometimes he wanted to question that boisterous and loud mouth Tamaki why he so dearly insisted on throwing everyone into a costume.
Perhaps it was some creepy fetish of his to get Haruhi into strange apparel. Oh well, not like the raven really minded, he got to see Tamaki in some interesting, if not rather revealing things sometimes.
Placing the final costume on a hanger, he slipped it onto the shelf, moving back to his files, seating himself gracefully in the chair, crossing one leg over the other, beginning to write.
Someone had to do this stuff, and when he thought of the rest of them... Well, incompetent with a calculator and finances, to say the least. Perhaps the best would be Haruhi after him, but sometimes she went for cheaper options, which wasn't good. Kyouya wouldn't ever, in his life, rely on Tamaki for finances, the fool would splurge it on every cute thing he saw, new cups, roses, costumes, vacations, trips to different parts of Japan or the world...
Sighing, Kyouya rubbed his eyes warily, shaking his head to try and get rid of the thoughts of the blonde with vividly coloured eyes laughing. He had sums to deal with, he didn't want to be thinking of that man too much...
Throwing the doors to the music room open, Tamaki stood there for a few moments, his arms outstretched and his chest heaving, his head hung forwards. As his arms dropped to his sides, Tamaki shuddered, slowly lifting his head.
"MUMMY!~" the blonde yelled, twirling and skipping towards the other male, which was harder than one would think, tripping up on himself every now and then before he reached the desk Kyouya was sat at, sprawling the top half of his body over the paper work that was stealing attention from him.
It wasn't very hard to hear Tamaki coming. He could be heard a mile off. In fact, Kyouya's sharp ears had almost listened to the blonde practically stampeding through the school. Why on earth was he always in such a rush to get here, hours before school started? This was just to harass him, wasn't it?
Ah, no matter, he couldn't complain...
He enjoyed the blonde's company. When the doors snapped open, he raised his eyes only briefly to see the dramatic stance that he was posing in.
Tch.
Like he was some kind of movie star.
"Mummy mummy mummy, have you missed me dear?"
Hearing his title declared, Kyouya merely ignored him, trying his best to keep track of the numbers in his mind as he wrote more notes down.
Well, tried, that is, and failed.
What with Tamaki practically throwing himself down on his desk across his work. Still, he couldn't help but smile. Yes darling, I missed you," he murmured in a sarcastic response, making sure that the sarcasm was heavy and could be heard quite clearly.
"Mummy's busy doing some work and calculating the money you spent; mind hopping off the table there Tamaki? People may get nasty thoughts if they see such behaviour from someone your age," he added, smirking a bit, his glasses glinting in the shift in lights as he sat up straighter. "Although, there aren't any people around, the first person should arrive in approximately an hour, but you never know," he paused to adjust his glasses, "camera's may be set up...."