Tick tack. Tick tack. That was the only sound in the club room. Kyouya was on his laptop, working with the funds of the Host Club. After this, he was to go home with Tamaki. The two boys were going to take a trip to Tokyo. The blonde would have gone alone if his father hadn't asked the megane to accompany his son on the trip. Kyouya had dutifully accepted. They were to leave the following morning but Tamaki had asked Kyouya to spend the night. Suddenly, the blonde menace burst through the club room doors. A bright smile was on his face. Kyouya peered up over his glasses.
"Come on, Kyouya! Aren't you done already?" he asked impatiently. He waltzed his way over to the table were the shadow king sat working.
"Almost," the dark haired boy replied. With just a few more clicks of the keys, he finished, closing the laptop. His silvery eyes watched Tamaki warily. With enthusiasm, said blonde grabbed the glassed clad male by the hand and dragged him roughly from the room.
"We have to get to my home and you need to help me gather my things for tomorrow! I don't want to forget anything," was his excuse for being so hasty. Kyouya held his laptop and sleek Ouran black bag in his arm as the two hurried through the halls. It looked like everything was normal between the two. Only that wasn't the case. Kyouya had a light blush spreading over his cheeks, though it was hardly noticeable, which was unusual for him. As well as the fact that he said nothing about Tamaki's rash behavior. The high school boys reached the car that was to take them to the Suoh family's second mansion. "You get in first, Kyou," the blonde said, nearly out of breath from running through the halls. With a small nod, he climbed in, setting his things on his lap. Tamaki scooted in next to him. The French boy sighed as the driver drove them away from the school. Kyouya squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. He hoped is wouldn't be noticed by the boy beside him. The slight movement caught Tamaki's attention. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice. The megane looked over at the blonde, captivated by his eyes for just a second.
"I'm fine," he replied, his own voice soft. Tamaki shook his head.
"I don't thinks so, Kyouya. You're all squirmy! Please, tell me what's wrong," the golden haired boy said sweetly, leaning his head on the boy's shoulder. This made Kyouya's heart speed up a tad. But, his face remained call, cool, and collected.
"Really, Tamaki. There's nothing wrong. Now, please get your head off of my shoulder." He said the last sentence a little bit harsh, more harsh than he had meant it to be. Tamaki cringed slightly and removed his head from Kyouya's shoulder.
"Okay," he said, letting the subject drop. He moved back to his original position and leaned toward the window. He gazed out of it, trying to avoid any odd look the dark haired boy might give him. Kyouya rolled his eyes slightly and did the same. Soon, they reached the house. Both boys were relieved to be out of the car. Checking his watch casually, Kyouya read the time. Nearly 5:30. They would eat in about half an hour or so. Then they would get their things together for the following day's trip. Until then, the two would have to come up with something to do. The driver pulled that car away from the front door and left them by themselves. Tamaki went first, ascending the stairs and opening the door. Kyouya followed behind him silently. The blonde called out to the staff, "The Prince has returned!" Most chuckled and greeted him and Kyouya. They continued up the stairs of the large mansion and into his room. The light blue walls gave it and innocent look, as well as the stuffed teddy, Kuma-chan, on the bed. The glasses clad male set his things on the bed and looked back at Tamaki.
"What do we do now?" he asked, his hands in his lap. Kyouya had managed to regain his cool. The blonde walked over to the bed, after shutting the door, and took a seat.
"I don't know," he said, looking over at the dark haired boy. With a deep breath, he turned himself to the side and looked into Kyouya's silvery gaze. "I have something to tell you," the boy said softly, his violet eyes never straying from the boy beside him. Interested sparked on the other's face.
"Go on," Kyouya urged. He was about to say something, but instead shook his head.
"It would be better just to show you," Tamaki said, looking away for a moment. Without warning, he slowly leaned in and pressed his pale, pink lips against those of the megane's. The kiss was gentle and it made him blush lightly. Kyouya was at a loss for words. What was going on? On impulse, the dark haired boy kissed back just as sweetly. Tamaki's hand reached for Kyouya's as they pulled away from the kiss. The blonde boy couldn't help but smile, his own blush spreading softly over his ivory skin. "I love you, Kyouya," he said bluntly, his voice giving his feelings away. Before the shadow king could get a word in, the blonde spoke again. "I know this may ruin the friendship we had, but I can't hide my feelings for you. If you don't know how you feel yet, I understand. I sprung this up on you. But, I'll give you time, Kyouya. I'll wait for you. No matter how long," Tamaki said, his voice the sweetest it had ever been. The raven haired boy was shocked and bewildered bu the whole situation. His heart wanted to say yes, but common sense took over at the last minute.
"No." His voice was cold as he said the word. The boy had hardly realized the word had slipped from his lips so quickly. In truth, he loved Tamaki. Quite a lot, actually. But, this would never work out. "You know that relations with a Suoh would be the topics of gossip. Especially the company's only successor. And on top of that, a man. I'm sorry, but I don't love you, Tamaki. It's just not possible," Kyouya said, standing from the bed. His hand fell from the other's and to his side. That silvery gaze of his was harsh, as if it could freeze you on the spot. Tamaki felt like it would burn him from the inside out; it was that icy. He grabbed his things and held them at his side. "I'm going to my room. I'll see you at dinner," the glassed clad male spoke before retreating from the room. Tamaki sat motionless on the bed. A small tear welled up in his eye, but he wiped it away quickly.
"I should never had said anything about it. I'm so stupid," the French boy said in barely a whisper. His throat was choked up with tears. He laid back on the bed and reached for Kuma-chan. The blonde held the stuffed bear against his face, sobbing into it. Meanwhile, Kyouya stood in his room, staring at the green and brown bedspread in the spare room. His things had been thrown to the floor in a fit of rage. The were strewn about the room among the bags he had packed for his weekend visit. He sat on the bed and directed his eyes to the green carpeting. He didn't regret what he had done. The sun was already setting outside, making the scene in both bedrooms gloomy and sullen.
They waited for the excruciating half hour to pass. It eventually did and both Kyouya and Tamaki sat at the dining room table, punctual as ever. Neither one looked at each other as they waited for the maids to bring out the food. Kyouya sat across from the blonde, admiring the decor of the dining from. Tamaki sat in his seat, playing with his fork. After awhile, three maids brought out the food. The dished and platters were set out in front of the two high schoolers. The glasses clad boy finally glanced at the blonde across from him. He made no move to get and food or serve himself. Kyouya helped himself. In all honesty, he wasn't paying too much attention to what he was putting on his plate. He was paying more attention to the blonde on the other side of the table. The dark haired boy ate silently, trying is hardest not to look Tamaki's way. But, he did a few times. The boy had gotten a bit of food on his plate, but he wasn't eating. No, he was pushing a few peas around his plate along with other foods. He was being a child, per usual. After a minute of two of trying to ignore this, Kyouya couldn't take it. He had had enough.
"Dammit, Tamaki!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the table. The ceramic plates clanged with the silverware and the glasses. The maids seemed a bit shocked, but Tamaki still sat idle. With fury in his eyes, the raven haired male stood and turned to one of the maids. "I'll take the rest of my meal upstairs," he said more calmly, leaving the room. Hurriedly, the girl piled a bit more food on his plate and took it up to his room, along with a glass of water. Tamaki then reached out and served a bit more food onto his plate, eating in silence. No one accompanied him nor asked questions. Kyouya ate in his room, hardly eating anything else. He left the dish and glass outside his door before getting ready for bed. What more was there for him to do? The megane lay in bed at seven, the lights off. He contemplated the outcome of the trip for the next day. Hell. Pure and simple. Soon, he drifted off into a restless sleep, tossing and turning. No dreams accompanied his troubled mind. Tamaki was in his room, writing in a small notebook. On the top of one of the pages in his neat scripture, it read something along the lines of 'Dear Journal', but it was in French. Actually, it appeared most of his entries were in French. By 8:30, the blonde was in his sleepwear and staring at the ceiling. His bedside lamp stayed on as he fell asleep, his thoughts consumed by Kyouya and how he could have better handled the situation of confessing his feelings of affection for the boy. This was a bad idea. The trip, that is. They were doomed from the start it seemed. In his sleep, the blonde cried.
Relief came for neither boy until early Saturday morning. It was six o'clock when each stretched and left their beds. Although Kyouya hated waking up early, he would not ruin this day with foolishness. Their flight for Tokyo was to leave at eight. And the drive to the airport was an hour. This was only a day trip, thank goodness! Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad. Each second year boy took his time showering and dressing for the occasion. Tamaki left his room first, eating breakfast in the kitchen. It was quick and by about ten of seven, the dark lord had emerged from his room and was descending the stairs. They walked out to the car that was waiting out front for them. Unfortunately, they had to sit in the back together. Kyouya was sure to leave an empty space between the two. Fro the hour they were in the car, Tamaki looked out the window and played Kingdom Hearts on his DSi. Kyouya, on the other had, had his laptop out and was looking through the club's schedule for the next month. They'd have to come up with new cosplay ideas soon. He had his iPod out and was listening to Mika. Specifically the song, Happy Ending. They reached the airport about fifteen minutes early, which was good. Not wasting any time, they boarded the plane and took their seats. They sat next to each other, the megane taking the window seat and the French boy taking the aisle seat. Thankfully, no one had to sit next to them. A few rows back, a group of three men in black suits sat. Kyouya couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course his father would send them. And no doubt, a few men hired by Tamaki's father were probably here as well. Typical.
Once the plane lifted off, Tamaki was flirting with just about all the girls around him, including the flight attendants. It was quite a sight. The glassed clad boy sat back in his seat and began to listen to his iPod once more. No one seemed to bother him; the ominous aura around him kept them at a distance. Kyouya eventually fell asleep and by the time two hours had passed, Tamaki was hesitantly shaking his shoulder. The raven haired devil growled slightly, having being awoken from a peaceful slumber. At the Tokyo airport, the two made their way to the lobby, walking side by side in order not to get lost.
"Did you enjoy the flight?" Tamaki asked hopefully.
"No," the other boy said flatly. His nap was nice, but the blonde's familiar voice kept waking him up. It was hard for Tamaki to see his friend and crush like this. But, he kept strong and silent. This day was going to be a long one. Could it get any worse?
"Come on, Kyouya! Aren't you done already?" he asked impatiently. He waltzed his way over to the table were the shadow king sat working.
"Almost," the dark haired boy replied. With just a few more clicks of the keys, he finished, closing the laptop. His silvery eyes watched Tamaki warily. With enthusiasm, said blonde grabbed the glassed clad male by the hand and dragged him roughly from the room.
"We have to get to my home and you need to help me gather my things for tomorrow! I don't want to forget anything," was his excuse for being so hasty. Kyouya held his laptop and sleek Ouran black bag in his arm as the two hurried through the halls. It looked like everything was normal between the two. Only that wasn't the case. Kyouya had a light blush spreading over his cheeks, though it was hardly noticeable, which was unusual for him. As well as the fact that he said nothing about Tamaki's rash behavior. The high school boys reached the car that was to take them to the Suoh family's second mansion. "You get in first, Kyou," the blonde said, nearly out of breath from running through the halls. With a small nod, he climbed in, setting his things on his lap. Tamaki scooted in next to him. The French boy sighed as the driver drove them away from the school. Kyouya squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. He hoped is wouldn't be noticed by the boy beside him. The slight movement caught Tamaki's attention. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice. The megane looked over at the blonde, captivated by his eyes for just a second.
"I'm fine," he replied, his own voice soft. Tamaki shook his head.
"I don't thinks so, Kyouya. You're all squirmy! Please, tell me what's wrong," the golden haired boy said sweetly, leaning his head on the boy's shoulder. This made Kyouya's heart speed up a tad. But, his face remained call, cool, and collected.
"Really, Tamaki. There's nothing wrong. Now, please get your head off of my shoulder." He said the last sentence a little bit harsh, more harsh than he had meant it to be. Tamaki cringed slightly and removed his head from Kyouya's shoulder.
"Okay," he said, letting the subject drop. He moved back to his original position and leaned toward the window. He gazed out of it, trying to avoid any odd look the dark haired boy might give him. Kyouya rolled his eyes slightly and did the same. Soon, they reached the house. Both boys were relieved to be out of the car. Checking his watch casually, Kyouya read the time. Nearly 5:30. They would eat in about half an hour or so. Then they would get their things together for the following day's trip. Until then, the two would have to come up with something to do. The driver pulled that car away from the front door and left them by themselves. Tamaki went first, ascending the stairs and opening the door. Kyouya followed behind him silently. The blonde called out to the staff, "The Prince has returned!" Most chuckled and greeted him and Kyouya. They continued up the stairs of the large mansion and into his room. The light blue walls gave it and innocent look, as well as the stuffed teddy, Kuma-chan, on the bed. The glasses clad male set his things on the bed and looked back at Tamaki.
"What do we do now?" he asked, his hands in his lap. Kyouya had managed to regain his cool. The blonde walked over to the bed, after shutting the door, and took a seat.
"I don't know," he said, looking over at the dark haired boy. With a deep breath, he turned himself to the side and looked into Kyouya's silvery gaze. "I have something to tell you," the boy said softly, his violet eyes never straying from the boy beside him. Interested sparked on the other's face.
"Go on," Kyouya urged. He was about to say something, but instead shook his head.
"It would be better just to show you," Tamaki said, looking away for a moment. Without warning, he slowly leaned in and pressed his pale, pink lips against those of the megane's. The kiss was gentle and it made him blush lightly. Kyouya was at a loss for words. What was going on? On impulse, the dark haired boy kissed back just as sweetly. Tamaki's hand reached for Kyouya's as they pulled away from the kiss. The blonde boy couldn't help but smile, his own blush spreading softly over his ivory skin. "I love you, Kyouya," he said bluntly, his voice giving his feelings away. Before the shadow king could get a word in, the blonde spoke again. "I know this may ruin the friendship we had, but I can't hide my feelings for you. If you don't know how you feel yet, I understand. I sprung this up on you. But, I'll give you time, Kyouya. I'll wait for you. No matter how long," Tamaki said, his voice the sweetest it had ever been. The raven haired boy was shocked and bewildered bu the whole situation. His heart wanted to say yes, but common sense took over at the last minute.
"No." His voice was cold as he said the word. The boy had hardly realized the word had slipped from his lips so quickly. In truth, he loved Tamaki. Quite a lot, actually. But, this would never work out. "You know that relations with a Suoh would be the topics of gossip. Especially the company's only successor. And on top of that, a man. I'm sorry, but I don't love you, Tamaki. It's just not possible," Kyouya said, standing from the bed. His hand fell from the other's and to his side. That silvery gaze of his was harsh, as if it could freeze you on the spot. Tamaki felt like it would burn him from the inside out; it was that icy. He grabbed his things and held them at his side. "I'm going to my room. I'll see you at dinner," the glassed clad male spoke before retreating from the room. Tamaki sat motionless on the bed. A small tear welled up in his eye, but he wiped it away quickly.
"I should never had said anything about it. I'm so stupid," the French boy said in barely a whisper. His throat was choked up with tears. He laid back on the bed and reached for Kuma-chan. The blonde held the stuffed bear against his face, sobbing into it. Meanwhile, Kyouya stood in his room, staring at the green and brown bedspread in the spare room. His things had been thrown to the floor in a fit of rage. The were strewn about the room among the bags he had packed for his weekend visit. He sat on the bed and directed his eyes to the green carpeting. He didn't regret what he had done. The sun was already setting outside, making the scene in both bedrooms gloomy and sullen.
They waited for the excruciating half hour to pass. It eventually did and both Kyouya and Tamaki sat at the dining room table, punctual as ever. Neither one looked at each other as they waited for the maids to bring out the food. Kyouya sat across from the blonde, admiring the decor of the dining from. Tamaki sat in his seat, playing with his fork. After awhile, three maids brought out the food. The dished and platters were set out in front of the two high schoolers. The glasses clad boy finally glanced at the blonde across from him. He made no move to get and food or serve himself. Kyouya helped himself. In all honesty, he wasn't paying too much attention to what he was putting on his plate. He was paying more attention to the blonde on the other side of the table. The dark haired boy ate silently, trying is hardest not to look Tamaki's way. But, he did a few times. The boy had gotten a bit of food on his plate, but he wasn't eating. No, he was pushing a few peas around his plate along with other foods. He was being a child, per usual. After a minute of two of trying to ignore this, Kyouya couldn't take it. He had had enough.
"Dammit, Tamaki!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the table. The ceramic plates clanged with the silverware and the glasses. The maids seemed a bit shocked, but Tamaki still sat idle. With fury in his eyes, the raven haired male stood and turned to one of the maids. "I'll take the rest of my meal upstairs," he said more calmly, leaving the room. Hurriedly, the girl piled a bit more food on his plate and took it up to his room, along with a glass of water. Tamaki then reached out and served a bit more food onto his plate, eating in silence. No one accompanied him nor asked questions. Kyouya ate in his room, hardly eating anything else. He left the dish and glass outside his door before getting ready for bed. What more was there for him to do? The megane lay in bed at seven, the lights off. He contemplated the outcome of the trip for the next day. Hell. Pure and simple. Soon, he drifted off into a restless sleep, tossing and turning. No dreams accompanied his troubled mind. Tamaki was in his room, writing in a small notebook. On the top of one of the pages in his neat scripture, it read something along the lines of 'Dear Journal', but it was in French. Actually, it appeared most of his entries were in French. By 8:30, the blonde was in his sleepwear and staring at the ceiling. His bedside lamp stayed on as he fell asleep, his thoughts consumed by Kyouya and how he could have better handled the situation of confessing his feelings of affection for the boy. This was a bad idea. The trip, that is. They were doomed from the start it seemed. In his sleep, the blonde cried.
Relief came for neither boy until early Saturday morning. It was six o'clock when each stretched and left their beds. Although Kyouya hated waking up early, he would not ruin this day with foolishness. Their flight for Tokyo was to leave at eight. And the drive to the airport was an hour. This was only a day trip, thank goodness! Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad. Each second year boy took his time showering and dressing for the occasion. Tamaki left his room first, eating breakfast in the kitchen. It was quick and by about ten of seven, the dark lord had emerged from his room and was descending the stairs. They walked out to the car that was waiting out front for them. Unfortunately, they had to sit in the back together. Kyouya was sure to leave an empty space between the two. Fro the hour they were in the car, Tamaki looked out the window and played Kingdom Hearts on his DSi. Kyouya, on the other had, had his laptop out and was looking through the club's schedule for the next month. They'd have to come up with new cosplay ideas soon. He had his iPod out and was listening to Mika. Specifically the song, Happy Ending. They reached the airport about fifteen minutes early, which was good. Not wasting any time, they boarded the plane and took their seats. They sat next to each other, the megane taking the window seat and the French boy taking the aisle seat. Thankfully, no one had to sit next to them. A few rows back, a group of three men in black suits sat. Kyouya couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course his father would send them. And no doubt, a few men hired by Tamaki's father were probably here as well. Typical.
Once the plane lifted off, Tamaki was flirting with just about all the girls around him, including the flight attendants. It was quite a sight. The glassed clad boy sat back in his seat and began to listen to his iPod once more. No one seemed to bother him; the ominous aura around him kept them at a distance. Kyouya eventually fell asleep and by the time two hours had passed, Tamaki was hesitantly shaking his shoulder. The raven haired devil growled slightly, having being awoken from a peaceful slumber. At the Tokyo airport, the two made their way to the lobby, walking side by side in order not to get lost.
"Did you enjoy the flight?" Tamaki asked hopefully.
"No," the other boy said flatly. His nap was nice, but the blonde's familiar voice kept waking him up. It was hard for Tamaki to see his friend and crush like this. But, he kept strong and silent. This day was going to be a long one. Could it get any worse?
END / Chapter 1