WARNING: THIS STORY HAS AN ACTUALLY STORYLINE. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR AUTOMATIC SMUT GO ELSEWHERE.

Hi guys. I'm trying out Ouran fanfiction, so enjoy and please help me out with reviews if it sounds stupid.

I don't own Tamaki or Kyouya, and would like to thank Fall Out Boy for accompanying me as I wrote! :D

So without further ado…

"Isn't she just so cute, Mommy?" Tamaki sighed, head in one princely hand.

Kyouya grunted, neither in compliance or disapproval, more just acknowledging Tamaki's existence, and continued writing figures on his notepad. He missed when "daddy" had called him Kyouya. His name sweetly ran of the blonde's tongue with a hint of his French ethnicity in his tantalizingly elegant Japanese drawl that was so famous for making all the girls swoon. "Mommy" was endearing, he supposed, but far less personal in his point of view. In addition, Tamaki only called him that based on his royal "father-ship" of Haruhi.

She was cute, he also supposed, but someone as level-headed as her would never go for someone like Tamaki.

The Prince was sweet with good intentions, and also very stupid. However, he was surprisingly strong-willed. Extremely stubbornly so, and was sure to complete everything he set his mind to. Not only that, but you could be sure to expect it to be done in a very personalized, Tamaki-styled way.

Someone as down to earth as Haruhi wouldn't want to put up with a screwball like their prince.

Well, Kyouya thought, she did take care of her father who was very strongly his own person, but that was beside the point.

"Kyouya?" Tamaki asked delicately, cocking his head to the side and letting a soft lock of golden hair sweep over his eye. "Are you really always this busy when I want to talk to you?"

"Well I assumed," Kyouya countered, pushing up his glasses, "that you were just pining over Haruhi as you usually do and I was not expected to come up with a real answer."

"Pining?" Tamaki asked dramatically, "Isn't it common place for a Daddy to find his daughter cute? Mommy should too!" He pouted.

Kyouya sighed. This was how it always was.

"She's adorable, Daddy dearest." he played along, turning back to his figures.

Tamaki perked right up. "Oh, I knew you thought so!" he announced exuberantly, dancing across the room to where Haruhi was handing teacups out to a few ladies.

"Oh Haruhi, darling, come have tea with Mommy and Daddy, we both agree completely that you are the cutest thing that's ever walked this earth!" He hooked his arm in hers.

"No."

"Eh? Why nottttt? Come have tea with Mommy and Daddy!"

He had grabbed her legs and was wallowing at her feet.

"Tamaki-Senpai, I said no! Get off of me!"

"Daddy wants to have tea with Haruhi!"

Kyouya looked back at his figures. It was truly amazing how distracting Tamaki could make himself.

He should have been used to it by now.

"Mommy, why doesn't Haruhi ever want to have anything to do with me?"

Kyouya pulled two chocolate bars out of the cabinet and walked over to the sofa where the blonde was sulking. He plopped down on the cushion beside Tamaki and offered him one. He took listlessly it and put it in front of him on the coffee table.

It was Friday and Tamaki had invited himself over to Kyouya's house.

"Chocolate will make you feel better," Kyouya stated, gracefully peeling the wrapper off the top of his own bar with slender fingers.

Drinks would do better, he thought. If only they were twenty-one.

"Tamaki-"

"Am I too forward, Kyouya? Does she just hate me? Am I embarrassing?"

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you," was all Kyouya could say.

Tamaki brought in his legs and hugged his knees close to his chest. He took the chocolate bar from the table and went about opening it.

"I don't try to be horribly embarrassing, I just like to have fun." Tamaki ripped the top of the packaging, only managing to tear a tiny piece of corner wrapping. He tried again, ripping only plastic and this time not even making a hole. He sighed and dropped it on the couch cushion, closing his eyes and leaning back.

"Well, you could try to ask her seriously once in a while. Not while all the customers are watching. The answer might be different."

Kyouya picked up the abandoned chocolate bar, took heed of the "tear here" indication, and cleanly tore the packaging straight down the middle, exposing the smooth brown surface. The blonde watched him wearily with lilac eyes and took the bar.

"Oh, Kyouya. The way you say things makes them sound so obvious."

He chuckled. Only Tamaki wouldn't have realized that solution.

The blonde sunk back into the cushion and clasped his hands in front of his ankles.

"Can we do something, Kyouya?"

Kyouya started.

"W-What do you have in mind?"

Damn it.

Tamaki had caught him off guard, sitting like that and looking up at him with his head cocked to the side and resting on the back of the sofa. He was really too cute. Like a sad puppy leaning on your leg and looking up at you, hoping for a treat. He really loved it when he cocked his head to the side. "Can we do something?"

Tamaki didn't seem to notice. He merely shrugged lightly and said, "Something to take my mind off of this."

Kyouya looked at him. His light bangs fell softly over his right eye, standing out from the black leather they fanned out against. His pink lips were slightly parted, awaiting Kyouya's answer, and bright eyes were locked on the other boy's.

He looked away. The blonde made him want to do things that would definitely take his mind off of this issue, among other things.

"Cards," he mumbled, his voice cracking.

"Hmm?"

Kyouya cleared his throat. "I have cards. We could play some game."

"Sure, sounds like fun!" Tamaki said brightly, standing up from the couch.

Oh boy. Kyouya thought.