Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran host club or any of the characters situated in it.
Too swift a faze.
Silently and proudly Kyoya Ootori walked down the long corridor towards the third music room, but on the inside clouds brew and rain dropped in the sky that was his mind. He had been thinking a lot, possibly too much and now it was catching up to him. Pulling down the rigid gold handle on the door it opened slowly with a subtle 'click'. He stepped inside and turned to close the door.
"Kyoya, you're early." Whispered out a forgiving voice. The shadow king turned and looked forward to find the foolish blonde at the piano gazing at the hollow keys, waiting to give them life. It was no surprise that Tamaki would be there, he was usually there whenever you were trying to exasperatingly flee. Kyoya sighed and looked towards the glistening floors, his bag and coat hung silently to his left as we started walking towards the plush couches.
"I was trying to escape those simple school life pleasures. Why are you here so early, Tamaki?" He really didn't need to ask, he knew why, he always knew.
"I was waiting." Tamaki blinked softly and glanced caringly in his direction, the gentle amethyst orbs shone brightly as they had effortlessly stared right through him.
'..The more I listened...'
"For what? Baka." Kyoya questioned as he walked over to the vacant lounge and placed his overcoat and book bag in the corner. There was no answer from the elegant teen besides a creak in the stool and the soft melodic sound of life finally flowing through the ivory keys. Sunlight poured through the tall windows dancing they're solemn dance against the marble floor, and the clouds peacefully drifted pillowing off the colorful sky. He could hear his soft breathing as Tamaki pushed through the song like waves crashing on a quiet summer shore. Airy and moving effortlessly. Kyoya approached the bench to observe the piece and pushed his onyx hair into place. All at once, music halted, stool fell and king held darkened king.
'..if I could share in his world...'
"Kyoya.." Tamaki whispered, clutching the smooth folds of Kyoya's soft shirt and placing his head in the centre of his chest. "...I..I already told the rest of the club that there won't be a meeting today.." The shadow king was surprised by Tamaki's sudden burst of affection, but no club meeting? Another soft sigh escaped Kyoya's lips as he gently pushed him to arms length. Smoothing the folds in his uniform softly he looked up.
"Tamaki?" Kyoya mumbled as the blonde quickly glanced up at him. "there's something we need to discuss." The shadow king pressed. The hurt in those purple hazes glowed openly, and his brows furrowed. Kyoya stepped to his left and plunked harshly into the lounge. This had been plaguing his mind for over a month and he couldn't possibly hold it in anymore. He pushed those fragile frames up his nose with his index finger carefully as he began his first impromptu sentence.
"I am sure that you are aware that even with my more observational qualities I am out of tune to peoples general emotions. Especially when it comes to my own or to people who care for me." Kyoya started, this was already more emotional than he wanted it to be. He took a breath to continue. His perfect uniform crumpling at the edges as he placed his hands in his lap.
"However despite that it seems vibes are reaching me and it's from you. With that I question, as it were, our suppose-ed 'friendship'." At this statement Tamaki moved towards Kyoyas right. This was not going well. He could feel the cushions beside him to compact and he knew that Tamaki sat down. He continued to look down and he folded his hands over one another.
"In short, Tamaki, and with the least amount of explanation possible, what is it you want from me?" Kyoya blurted. Maybe he could have worded that a little more..considerate. The shadow king sat there in silence, as the sun moved down cautiously across the horizon and the orange hue began to emerge. Tamaki looked shocked, this cold heartedness hadn't been heard since middle school. As he was thinking back over the past month he remembered he had been more forward and affectionate with Kyoya. What was wrong with him and why was he acting this way. A few moments passed by. The crispness in the air surrounded them and the silence was deafening. Kyoya began to get impatient. The quiet king finally looked up to see that the side of Kyoya's face was pointing neatly to the floor and he stammered his reply.
"W..want..from you? Why Kyoya,..I don't want anything." He started. "What I seek, I suppose is something that only okaa-san can give." Tamaki once again faced the floor and blushed as a sheepish smile began to creep over his face.
...okaa-san?
Was this what our friendship was?
AN: So this is my second fan fic and I think so far so good. I'm a little too short on the detail aspect of it, but it could be worse I suppose. This fic I have strong intentions on continuing. But all in all I like this cute Tamaki faze, if you don't realize it I think I'm situating this before Haruhi came along. Please review, your comments mean a lot to a first time writer.