Une Nuit Bleue
Translation - Night of Terror
Pairing - OC/Tamaki
Rating - PG13/R
Disclaimer - I do not own.
Summary - Tamaki is looking forward to Halloween. However, when he suddenly gains a Stalker, things go from good to worse, to horrible in a matter of days.
Chapter 1 - Un malheur ne vient jamais seul.
(When it rains, it pours)
Tamaki sighed. Again. In what felt like the past five seconds. He. Was. Bored. Terribly, terribly bored. The Host Club was closed for the afternoon. Hikaru and Kaoru had plans with their mother that afternoon. Kyoya also had plans with a business he had bought, not that he said much about what he did, that was as much as Tamaki was able to get out of him. Mori and Honey were also busy, with family things, and Haruhi wouldn't tell him what she was doing.
So, that found him in the third music room, staring out at the gloomy sky. The rain pelted against the window and trailed down the pain of glass. Tamaki had the curtains closed on the other side so that he didn't see the emptiness of the darkened music room. Before him was his homework, almost finished. His notes were all in order, however, he did have his personal notebook open to a page called - "Ideas".
This page held things such as themes for parties. Where they would take their guests during the summer. The Beach was top of the list because Haruhi loved it there. He also put crab on the food list to serve sometimes during their hosting. Haruhi loved crab.
He sighed and banged his head against the window pain. He pushed the papers and pen away from him. He contemplated going home. Since there was nothing for him to do this afternoon. Though, it still galled him that all he had gotten was a note. No one had bothered to e-mail him, nor did they bother to tell him as they passed in the halls. Nope, it was a stupid note on the single table in the room by the piano.
It would have been nice if someone had told him. Damn it.
Something rang in the silence; Tamaki rallied from his slumped position to bring out his phone.
Blondlover - Tamaki? R u there?
He flipped the phone open to reply to the message.
Callmeking - Yes. What are you doing?
Blondlover - Nothing much. You alone?
Callmeking - Yes. Everyone got busy and didn't bother to tell me. So no plans this afternoon.
Blondlover- Too bad. Sorry to hear that.
Callmeking - Not a problem. What R U doing?
Blondlover - Watching television.
Callmeking - Nice.
Blondlover -Yeah.
Callmeking - I gtg. I'm not at home and my cell battery is running low. I'll message you from my computer.
Blondlover - Okay. Cheerio, mate!
Callmeking - Sayonara!
He signed out and put his cell phone away. He gathered all of his papers and shoved them into his messenger bag. Then he returned the curtains to their rightful place. His footsteps echoed across the lonely expanse of room. He didn't care though. There was one friend who wanted to talk to him.
- - -
"We are running low on funds, we need to figure out what to do about making more money," were the first words Tamaki heard out of Kyoya all day. He gave the boy a look.
"The picture books not selling well?" he asked.
"No, we are going into a third printing," Kyoya replied with a smirk.
"I see…" Tamaki trailed off.
"We should auction things off. Like a sock set of Tamaki's or some thing," Kaoru suggested.
"Yes, I was thinking something like that," Kyoya nodded.
"What about last season's china sets?" Honey put in.
"I don't see why not. I am sure someone would want them," Hikaru shrugged.
"We could sign the bottom's of some of the cups, and sell them for more," Haruhi put in. This idea was met with applause from the Twins.
"Very nice," Hikaru smiled.
"What do you think, Tono?" Kaoru asked.
"It's a great idea, we can also sell some other articles we don't need any more," Tamaki replied, he was, once again, peering out the window. Not giving the small meeting much thought. No, he was still kind of sulking. But, trying not to show it to the others.
"Very well then, I shall get some people onto it," Kyoya said, he typed something into his lap top. The sudden knock on the door of the music room made them peer over at the delivery man with great curiosity.
"Is there a Mr. Tamaki Suoh here?" the man asked.
"That would be I," Tamaki stood. The man handed Tamaki a clip board, he signed it and handed it back. Then the man gave Tamaki a large box.
"What is that, Tama-chan?" Honey asked.
"I have no idea, let's see what it could be," Tamaki gave Honey a smile as he opened the box. The others gasped as Tamaki pulled out a rather large frame. In it was a black and white picture of him sleeping, in bed. He wore his usual sleep wear of a matching sleep set of blue with white stripes. What was weird about it though, was that the angle was from his windows.
"Wow, who took that?" Haruhi asked.
"No one I hired," Tamaki blinked.
"Wow, Milord…that's…." Kaoru whistled.
"Cute, and scary…." Hikaru put in.
"I am well aware of the scary part," Tamaki replied.
"Hmmmm…." was all Kyoya said.
"Is there anything else in there?" Haruhi asked. Tamaki put the picture to the side and dug around in the box. A card came out and he opened it.
"My Love," he read aloud, "I hope you are pleased with this keepsake. I have a matching frame with the same photograph. I thought you would like to know.
Sincerely,
Une Nuit Bleue"
"Holy rice patties, Tama-chan!" Honey giggled.
"Someone likes you," Mori muttered.
"I can see that," Tamaki said. He put the card away.
"I don't think I like this. I'll see if the security on the estate can be upgraded. I am sure that Father doesn't want some idiot peering into our windows, uninvited," Tamaki said as he peered at the photograph again.
He handed it over to Haruhi; "Keep it! It is a good photograph and I know how much you've been wanting one!" stars seemed to appear around his head as he danced around Haruhi who just rolled her eyes, but she took the photograph anyway.
- - -
He immediately pulled the curtains of his bedroom closed. With all of the lamps on and no way for anyone to walk in on his privacy - he felt much better.
He changed from his school uniform into sweat pants and a simple t-shirt before he clicked on his television and brought out his homework. A few minutes later a maid brought him his afternoon snack of cookies and hot chocolate as he had asked for that morning. He grinned at the girl who curtsied and left him alone.
The ring from his computer let him know that his friend was online.
Blondlover - you didn't like the pic?
Callmeking - It's scary to think that someone can just climb over the fence and take a pic of me when I am sleeping.
Blondlover - I thought it was nice.
Callmeking - you took that pic? Why?
Blondlover - I like you.
Callmeking - …..
Blondlover - *lol* but I am serious.
Callmeking - I…don't think I feel the same about you.
Blondlover - why not?
Callmeking - I just…I just thought we were friends….
Blondlover - okay…and?
Callmeking - And…why can't we just be friends?
Blondlover - because I love you. You're so cute when you get excited, or when you're depressed and you fold in on yourself. *lol*
Callmeking - er….
Blondlover - Can't you try? Just for a bit?
Callmeking - sorry…I can't.
Tamaki banned Blondlover on his IM program and turned away from the computer. Weird. He shouldn't have been surprised by Blondlover's admission of love to him. But, Blondlover didn't sign the card with his screen name, which, to Tamaki was odd. If he loved him and sent him that picture….than why sing in Une Nuit Bleue?
Night of Terror….what could that mean?
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TBC
A/N - This is my first OHSHC fan fic. Please tell me what you think of it.