A little crack yaoi fic between Kyoya and Tamaki, who I changed the names and handed it in as a creative writing fic. It's super short, but Enjoy!
Kyle-Kyoya
Thomas/Tom- Tamaki
"Come on in Kyle!" Excitement raised by his high, or at least higher than normal tenor pitched voice. I on the other hand could only roll my eyes.
The boy who had spoken, Thomas 'Tom' Souh. Blonde, half french, and light blue, yet nearly purple perfect orbs for eyes... wait what the hell am I saying? Oh yea, Tom. Average grades, can speak French as well as English, it being his first language. His favorite instrument, piano, having, like French, learning to play as a small child. His family, despite the death of his late mother when he was ten, was rich, much more well off then most of the kids from school. Well, if the manor was anything to go by. Most of the school was, jocks, the only sport Tom having ever played being kick-the-can, if it even counts. Between giggling girls, are the nerds. Most in which are usually reading between classes with rather nasally voices and voices that still crack when they break into 'scientific debates'. I on the other hand, along with a few others that get dragged into Tom's schemes, like an 'all ramen diet,' and the latest one of a club to entertaining ladies, including costumes, particularly revealing costumes I may add with a showing of his European complexioned chest- damn it mind stop with the idiotic thoughts! Tom, well he's an idiot, one of those oblivious blonde was, like for weeks he proclaimed himself 'daddy', and me 'mommy.' What the heck? And why do I have to be mommy! The only thing I however is really interested in is the money I make out of it. If I was doing this for free, you might as well just shove all the wooing junk up a horse's as-…
"You're not falling for me are you? I wouldn't believe the great Kyle was so openly gay!" He interrupted my thoughts. I glanced up at him, my own dark colored orbs hidden by the glare of the sun reflecting from my angular glasses. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance with one pale hand, while using he other to snap the little black leather notebook that never leaves my person shut.
"For the like of you Tom? I'd rather you fall of that balcony," I replied with a snort. His erratic behavior is that of a child's, much worse then the oldest member of our groups, even through the crazy shenanigans, my best friend is Tom. Moronic, erratic, apocalypse causing Tom. His scream brought me from my thoughts once more. I let my gaze flicker from my notebook, back to Tom... crap. He, just as I had stated before leaned over the railing, trying perhaps to tease me, and was now precariously hanging from the pristine white rail, luckily the balcony was only about 4 feet in the air. He, if I wasn't there, probably would've fallen to his appending death, or at least become a cripple for a few weeks. Can't let my favorite prince fall now right? It was too bad I even wasted a though worrying though….
Like a cat, Tom shoved himself from the rail, knocking me down into the dirt, straddling my chest in the process. The damn idiot! I voiced my opinion to him, forcing a glare at him. "You stupid, annoying, moronic, idiot..." He was laughing. Laughing! His almost tinkling laugh like a bird, a blue jay rather.
"I know."