So, I'm in a hotel room with my ipod and a laptop, what would you do?
I did the thing where you put your ipod (or whatever) on shuffle and then write uber-fast, uber-short things for a paring or show or whatever. I stole the idea from someone, but I forgot who – sorry. I changed it up a little by skipping songs with too much talking or no words.
The pairing is… *thinks* Tamaki/Kyouya 'cause I haven't written for them in a while.
Ok here goes, I doubt it'll be good, but this is more for my amusement than yours.
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Prologue – Joseph and the Amazing, Technicolor Dreamcoat
Tamaki sat staring out of the window of the 3rd Music Room, just daydreaming. Well, not just. He was thinking about something, well someone, in particular.
A dark-haired, calculating, cold, wonderful boy.
He could not believe that boy, Kyouya, was his. It was too perfect. It was too improbable. It was too ridiculous. How on earth could someone like Kyouya want anything to do with someone like Tamaki. It had always been a miracle to the blond that Kyouya had even been his friend or joined the Host Club. That Kyouya had returned Tamaki's love was a miracle.
Tamaki had always been a dreamer.
But this was the fist dream that had ever come true.