A/N: Hey there. I'm Anankha, at least that's what you could call me. That or France. Wow. The first chapter of my first fanfic...awesome. It seems a little short, as I wrote it on my Ipod. These characters belong to the lovely author Bisco Hatori. Oh, and also, please review, and be honest. And before I forget, a triple space indicates a POV change...sorta...

Kyoya stared absentmindedly through his glasses, distracted from the accounts. Why did Tamaki always have to be so loud? He couldn't help from staring as the blonde flamboyantly tossed his hair while flirting with one of his many customers.

Kyoya felt his wrist begin to vibrate as the alarm for the end of host club went off. He picked up the small bell sitting on the table next to him and rang it as the signal for the rest of the club. He began cleaning up as the rest of the group filed out. Tamaki leaned against the wall, waiting for him, as they were both going to Kyoya's to study. The Shadow King noticed the lack of help; he always did, but he never asked for any.

Tamaki fidgeted against the wall as he watched Kyoya tidy up. He was anxious, and for good reason. Whenever he was with the other boy, he always got more than a little turned on. Kyoya was the reason he would always be so outrageous. Yes, it was an attention getting technique, but it was to get the attention of Kyoya. He hated being ignored by anyone, especially him. He'd been in love with his best friend for over a year now, and his feelings had become pretty intense. He had been considering confessing for a while, but he didn't' think he'd ever have the courage to do it.

"Kyoya," he whined, "come on, let's go, please?"

"We'd get done faster if you'd help."

"But I don't' wanna..." Tamaki was scatterbrained, lost in his own thoughts. He didn't noticed when he let slip: "I love you."

The shadow king turned slowly, and stared incredulously at the blonde for a moment before standing. He walked slowly over to Tamaki, stopping to face him about 6 inches from his face. Tamaki inhaled sharply and pressed against the wall at the closeness of his friend's face and body.

"What? What did you just say?" the words came out half a hiss, half a whisper, not as gently as they had been intended.

"You heard me. I'm sick and tired of having to hide this from you. Do you know how many times I have to jerk off every day thinking of you, just so I can somehow focus on other things?" Tamaki spat, adrenaline fueled confidence raging. He couldn't believe what he had just said. Now all he could do was wait for a response. Before he could get one, he felt the strength he had used to confess his love to his best friend ebb away, and he slumped against the wall, sliding down.

At this, Kyoya withdrew as if thrown, leaving Tamaki to fall softly to the floor. He slowly lowered himself onto a nearby couch, his mind reeling. Tamaki...loved him? Tamaki, the seemingly untouchable ladies man, loved him? Without a word, he got up and advanced towards the other boy, still sitting against the wall, head in his arms, and offered him his hand. Tamaki looked up, tears in his violet eyes, and accepted the gesture. He pulled himself up by the other's hand, and made little attempt to hold onto it as they walked out of the room together.

A/N (again): Well, that seemed to go well.

Kyoya: I don't know. I seemed out of character.

Anankha: Oh shut up you.

Tamaki: I think it was wonderful.

Anankha: Aw, thank you. *pat's Tamaki's head* See, he likes it.

Kyoya: Yeah, well he's Tamaki. Show him a rabbit dyed purple and he thinks it's amazing.

Tamaki: I loved that rabbit...

Anankha: Okay...I'll just go write more then. End this little chat. Geh.