Ouran High School Host Club Drabbles
The King and I
Tamaki sighed soulfully, an expression of extreme moroseness and sadness infusing his handsome features. In the background, Kyouya dimly heard the obsessed fangi - beautiful clients scream with joy. He was suddenly glad that he had installed the cameras. Later he would have to review the footage. It would sell well in the next photo collection.
The question of why Tamaki was sighing so loudly and dolefully, entered his mind. Eyes rising momentarily from his notebook, Kyouya stared at Tamaki who was inclining on the purple chaise, which reflected his tear filled violet eyes sweetly. Tears welled in Tamaki's eyes as whimpered at Kyouya. His eyes returned to his notebook, he made a note: check camera A and D for appropriate shots.
Satisfied, he turned away, smiling at one of the customers. Her eyes radiated joy, as Kyouya, cool and collected, smiled careful charm at her.
"Kyouya!" Tamaki wailed. "You're so mean!"
His smile increased, as Tamaki's artful pose drooped and Tamaki flopped downwards, looking sulkily at Kyouya. "Is there anything you want, Tamaki?"
Tamaki's face lightened, as he nodded gleefully at Kyouya. Notebook ready, Kyouya let himself be drawn into one of Tamaki's wild schemes.