Summary: Everyone knew his eyes always followed Tamaki. Everyone, that is, but the two of them. [Oneshot

Warnings: Um…implied shounen-ai, I guess. Sort of. Not really. But kind of.

Disclaimer: Yeah…not mine. Not in any way, shape, or form. Except the ten manga I bought.

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Gaze

Mommy always stared at Daddy.

Haruhi noticed it soon after she got initiated into the club. Whenever Tamaki's attention was diverted, Kyouya's eyes would follow the blond, a soft look gracing his face that was never seen anywhere else. The second Tamaki turned back, the Ootori's gaze was locked on his little notebook, but when Tamaki looked away again…

She mentioned it to Hunny soon after she noticed, just in case anyone else knew. The senior had merely smiled knowingly and pranced off with a wink.

Under that childish façade, Hunny really was more perceptive than he looked.

Kyouya was soon staring at her, too, she realized, though it was nowhere near the look that he gave Tamaki. In her case, it was a colder look, like ice was sliding from his eyes and trying to freeze her into pieces. Everyone noticed that look, too, except, of course, Tamaki. Once she had even heard the twins ask why Kyouya was glaring at her, and the megane questioned both their eyesight and their sanity, because obviously he wasn't glaring at her.

The Hitachiins didn't believe him, but Haruhi did.

So she would always just smile whenever the ice in Kyouya's eyes appeared, and go off to make tea, or entertain the girls, or whatever her next task was.

She thought she understood the Ootori's look.

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A/N: Yes, it's short. I know that. Don't hurt me! D:

But whenever I tried to add anything else on, it just didn't have the same kick. So I left it like this. I thought it was more touching when it was short.

And anyone who's still waiting for that Tamaki-version sequal to 'Chorizo'…well, I'm working on it, but school sucks my life away, and my imagination is being drained by textbooks. So I'll do my best, but I don't know when that'll be.

Review and I'll leave milk out for the elves! Maybe they'll give me my imagination muses back!