A/N: Hello and welcome:D These drabbles are all small, worked on in my spare time, but plenty of Kyou/Haru goodness. They are written for the Livejournal '100 Situations' challenge, which I must confess I heard about first from a very good fic on here called Oddballs that you should all read if you don't already. Regency!Ouran. Love. (Ahem) Enough fic loving done, the only other thing to say is that, somewhat daunted by the prospect of writing one hundred drabbles I quickly enlisted the help of my younger sister, the PockyPirate. So please read her fic too! She's strict Hikaru/Haruhi, and yet she seems to be writing these better than I do… Anyway, we got up to ten over on LJ and I thought it was time they were posted here. And we do not own. So, please enjoy!
I'm posting them in chronological order, starting with the first ones we did, and I promise they get better as they go on. But let's start at the top of the game anyway, with one of Pocky's- it's number fourteen, Table!
14-Table
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Kyouya stared at it, one eyebrow raised slightly. Everyone in the room was looking at him, hopeful expressions plastered over almost every face. Kyouya scanned the crowd of designators, until he found the person he was looking for.
"Tamaki…" he growled angrily. The blond winced, and tried to conceal himself behind Mori. Kyouya stared back to the monstrosity before him. They had spoilt it, covered it, and made it the centre of attention.
His table. He always sat there, it was out of the way of everything else in the room, in a corner. It was small, so nobody else could sit there and bother him. His hands tightened around his laptop case. His table had been 'decorated', sheets of wrapping paper covering it, a stack of wrapped objects on top of that, all lavishly covered in bows and hearts and other such rubbish. It had been moved to the centre of the room, in an attempt to force him to sit with the rest of the club.
Today was his birthday, the birthday which, Tamaki had promised on no uncertain terms was to be kept private.
Yet now, he was surrounded by girls, all demanding that he opened their presents, singing discordant rounds of Happy Birthday.
"Tamaki…" Kyouya said again, taking a small step back as his designators pressed in on him. "What is this?"
"Your birthday party of course!" The king said from somewhere in the sea of people. "How could we leave you to celebrate alone for such a momentous occasion?! I wanted to make sure that you had a proper start to a new year of your life! What is a life without a birthday, nothing, except like an eternal winter without Christmas! I couldn't allow this day to pass, without letting you know how glad we all are that you're with us, Kyouya-" By now, all attention had slipped from Kyouya to Tamaki, as the crowd shifted from the shadow king to surround the school's best-loved idiot.
Kyouya felt someone tugging on his arm. It was Haruhi, pressing a finger to her lips. He followed her across the room, to a small, corner half hidden by a pillar. A table was up against the wall, a chair beside it. He stared at Haruhi. She looked back to the rest of the group. They were still clustered around Tamaki, and hadn't seemed to notice Kyouya's disappearance.
"I found it." She said. "You may be in need of it." Kyouya nodded, already absorbed in his work. "Happy birthday, Kyouya-senpai."