Fire and Ice
Preface
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice,
From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.
Robert Frost.
But what would happen if fire and ice combine? A deadly combination of hatred and desire. What power would this mixture hold? If fire and ice alone have the power to destroy the world, maybe together can destroy much more than that. Maybe together they can destroy everything.
It was an ordinary day at the host club in abandoned music room three. Tamaki Suoh's violet eyes welled with tears as he coaxed the swooning girl before him. His eyes brimmed as he smoothly whispered something to the effect of "You, my dear, are the sea in which I will always float, so long as you will carry me, ebbing and flowing to the rhythm of my heart." Once again, the blonde boy's cliché charms worked; the woman swooned with love in her eyes, like they always did. Occasionally Tamaki would glance over at the club's newest addition, Haruhi Fujioka, to see how well she was keeping up her male routine. Haruhi could feel Tamaki's glance, but decided to ignore his annoying over protectiveness. Calmly and smoothly, Haruhi bent over the table and, keeping eye contact with her guest, poured tea into the girl's glass. "Careful," she said, and smiled adorably, "It's pretty hot."
"Oh, Haruhi!" The girl shrieked, "It is so cute that you care so much! And you made tea just for me? How thoughtful!"
"It's nothing, really. I make plenty of tea for my father at home. He doesn't get a lot of time to relax anymore, so it's the least I can do." More girls joined in the cries now, shouting things like, "Oh, he's so thoughtful!" When the girls fawned over Haruhi like that, it always filled Tamaki with mixed emotions, some of which he couldn't exactly pinpoint at the moment. No matter, he thought, and returned to his guest who was beginning to grow impatient.
Across the room, Hikaru was laughing. "Oh, please let me tell them about last night! It was so funny, Kaoru! You should have seen yourself, you were practically crying!"
"Hikaru…" Kaoru began, rubbing his arm and letting his gaze fall to the floor. "Must you tell them? You won't include every detail, will you?" The fangirls tensed with anticipation. Hikaru held Kaoru's chin between his thumb and forefinger like they'd practiced, and he lifted Kaoru's head so that he was staring into his brother's eyes.
"Don't worry, Kaoru." Hikaru said, bringing his face no more than two inches from his twin's. "I won't tell them what happened later in the evening." Kaoru's cheeks reddened. He brought his lips to his brother's ear and whispered sensually, "Good. We'll let them imagine on their own." This, of course, sent the fangirls screaming and nearly jumping out of their skin.
All the obnoxious shrieking did not help Kyoya's calculations. Honey-sempai didn't exactly help either. "Kyo-chan!" He yelled in his high-pitched voice. "Why don't you come play with us, Kyo-chan? You're too busy all the time!" He was now tugging at Kyoya's shirt sleeve.
"I'm sorry Honey-sempai," Kyoya said coolly, "But since the latest issue of "Hitachiin Uncovered" came out, our profits have been harder to keep track of." At that moment, the towering figure of Takashi Morinozuka came toward them. He effortlessly perched Honey on his shoulder and said, "Let's go, Mitsukuni."
"Thanks, Mori," said Kyoya, without taking his eyes off of his work.