It was a normal day at the host club, but for some reason, Kyouya felt strangely nostalgic.
His eyes moved appraisingly over his surroundings, wondering at the cause of it, and his eyes eventually rested on Tamaki, who was currently being bullied by the twins, by exploiting their closeness to Haruhi.
Which would lead to another small talk about how little time/activities Tamaki got to spend with his cute daughter (of all things), to which he would most assuredly give a reply that would likely deflate the unnaturally positive, chipper boy.
It was a well-known fact that one of Kyouya's favorite pleasures (that he felt not one iota of guilt over) was putting Tamaki in his (most assuredly well-deserved) place.
Since it was Tamaki who had exposed this side of him, anyway, he figured Tamaki was responsible for the consequences of it.
He dared unlock the shackles that freed the Evil Lord, he should learn to live with the consequences.
And Tamaki did. The way Tamaki did most things.
Without thought, moment by moment.
It was both refreshing, liberating...and unrepentingly satisfying.
Of course, his freedom came with a price, too.
He had to deal with Tamaki's erratic moods, childish whims, and completely unrealistic way of living.
And while some part of him was slightly impressed at how Tamaki made the illogical work, the part of him that relied on the usual order of things was banging its proverbial head against hard, metal surface.
In short, Kyouya earned a measure of freedom, and Tamaki earned a nanny.
And if Ootori Kyouya had to be a nanny (inwardly cringing at how undignified it was), he was going to be the sort that did not spare the proverbial rod to spoil the all-too-cheerful, wayward child.
Hmhmhmhmhmhm ((Kyouya, chuckling evilly to himself. so OOC, I know.))And so, since he was stuck with the indignity of it all, he entertained himself thusly (let's use recent events as examples, shall we?):
a) Not mentioning that the host club dog was a girl.
b) Handing said person female clothing to replace what she was wearing.
c) Not stopping a helpful Tamaki, who was about to walk in on said female about to change clothes.
Of course, the others could claim innocence and speculation, for not stopping him, but he knew for certain of Haruhi's true gender (there were very few things that went on in this school that Ootori Kyouya did not know about, after all).
And that was just Day One of the Haruhi affair.
All things considered, it wasn't too bad.
He may have earned an abnormally constant headache, but the possibilities for entertainment were just as unlimited.
Across the room, Haruhi happened to glance in Kyouya's general direction, and felt a chill go up her spine at the small smile that played on the older boy's lips, and hoped the senior wasn't adding anything to her debt.
He pushed his glasses up, and continued to type.
And if it wasn't entertaining enough, thanks to the biggest Idiot who ever lived...now there was Haruhi.
And while it was true that his affiliation with them was not as impersonal as he would like them to believe, since he did have emotional attachments to the host club, particularly Haruhi and Tamaki, it didn't mean he was going to be any less difficult to deal with, either.
For better or worse, they were stuck with each other.
And wasn't it just one hell of a ride?