First story, so it'll be sweet and fluffy.
I do not own Ouran High School Host Club!
Tamaki and Kyouya were sitting in Music Room three alone. The others had left about half an hour ago, and the King of the host club was prancing around the room talking of future cosplays, club trips, and what more they could do for their guests. Kyouya was typing on his black laptop; club expenses were what mostly took up his laptops memory, also he had bookmarked a couple of sites for hotel suites in various parts of Japan for the Hosts to visit during their summer vacation. He'd never admit it out loud, but he loved taking trips with the other Hosts. No, he thought, my friends. I love spending time with my friends. At first he thought of the club as a sort of practice business. A way to show his father that he could properly and maturely manage something without fail. Kyouya Ootori was a perfectionist.
Tamaki Suoh, the King of the Host Club, was the opposite of his very best friend. Carefree, outspoken, and emotional, he often would get the group (his Family, as he liked to call them) into some sort of predicament. But loved he was, by all of them. Without him, they never would have met each other, spoken to each other, learned things about themselves that they would never have realized had it not been for the "Blonde Idiot". He loved each and everyone of them like family. Mori and Honey-senpai were like the older brothers he never had. Kouru and Hikaru were like his two younger brothers that he had to look after. Haruhi was his daughter, who he felt he had to protect from any evil in the world. But there was one he loved the most, the mother of the Host Club, his very best friend in the whole world: Kyouya.
Kyouya was Tamaki's light in this dark world. He looked forward to seeing Kyouya everyday at school. He enjoyed the time he spent tutoring Kyouya in French, or when Kyouya in turn, tutored him in math. He loved the way Kyouya would seem so annoyed with everything all at once, but still would give in to Tamaki's wishes. When they first met, Kyouya went everywhere he wanted to visit in Japan. He often lay awake at night, wondering what Kyouya was doing or if he was thinking of Tamaki. That's silly, Tamaki thought to himself. He'd never think of me in that type of way.
"Say, Mommy?", Tamaki said.
"Yes, Daddy?", retured Kyouya.
"I think we should spend a weekend together. Just me and you, like back in the old days."
"What would you want to do?"
Tamaki blushed a little. Why was he getting so embarrassed about asking his friend to hang out?
"I thought maybe we could go to the beach at Okinawa for the weekend. It's a long weekend anyways, we'd get four days together. Just you and me, no Host Club business.
Kyouya thought on it. It wouldn't be so bad to get away from everything for a couple of days. And besides, I've missed having Tamaki to myself, he thought. Shocked by the thought his mind had conjured. But it was true. He really missed being around Tamaki alone. He wasn't the Shadow King when they were together. He didn't have have to pretend to be bored with the twins antics. He could just be himself. He long ago had thrown caution to the wind with Tamaki. He knew Tamaki would never use any of his secrets against him.
But there was one secret Kyouya had kept to himself and would never be able to tell Tamaki, no matter how much he wanted to.
He was in love with the blond idiot.
"Alright Tamaki, I'll be sure to set up at my family's villa at Okinawa. Are you sure that'd where you'd like to go?" Kyouya asked quickly but coolly, realizing he had lost himself in his thoughts.
Tamaki had moved himself to sit beside Kyouya on the couch waiting for an answer. Excitedly, he exclaimed, "Oui! That would be awesome Kyo!" He hugged the raven-haired boy tightly, using a nickname only Tamaki was allowed to use. Kyouya blushed a little, like he always did when Tamaki hugged him. He loosely put his arm around the blonde's waist and said, "C'mon, let's go. I need to pack and let my family know my plans and you need to inform your father too."
They left Music Room three together, walking closely without touching. Kyouya was beside himself in joy. A weekend alone with Tamaki!, he thought.
So this was supposed to be a short, one shot story.
Buuuut, that obviously didn't happen.
Will be writing the second chapter, but in the mean time. Reviews?
Like I said in the beginning, this is my first story. But I want to finish it so there will def. be a chapter 2, possibly 3?
'Till next time!