MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Ok, so I'm sure this has been done about...oh I don't know...six BILLION times? Give or take a Million? But I can't get it out of my head, and I decided to write it up and post it!
Please enjoy MY Ouran version of...A Christmas Carol. Well...eh...sort of.
Don't own Ouran...which sadly means I don't own Kyouya *sigh*
The Hosts should have been at home, all enjoying Holiday break, but Tamaki had insisted the last day of school on doing a Host Christmas party. So, here they all were, Christmas Eve, stuck in the Music Room listening to the President and Vice-President arguing.
No one was really sure what had set them off. One minute Tamaki was talking to Kyouya, and the next they were yelling at each other over something no one could actually figure out. The argument had changed from Expenses, to the Club in general, to Tamaki's inability to do anything without being over the top, several times. At first the other Hosts had thought the argument was just good fun and that one of the boys was going to laugh it off, and things would go back to normal; but that hadn't happened yet.
"It's like watching mom and dad fight," Hikaru mused.
"It feels...really bad," Kaoru added.
The others nodded in agreement.
"What did Tama-chan say to Kyou-chan to upset him so much?" Honey asked, watching as the the two younger boys got in each other's faces.
Haruhi looked at him, "What makes you think it was Tamaki-senpei's fault?"
"Because he's Tamaki-senpei..." the twins replied in unison.
"Well in any case, shouldn't we do something?"
All four boys quickly shook there heads. "NO!"
Haruhi raised an eyebrow. "Am I missing something?"
Honey leaned in close to the girl's face, his big brown eyes wide in what could only be described as terror. "Kyou-chan gets mean when he's angry," he explained. "He's scary!"
"There's a reason he's called the Shadow King, y'know," the twins added.
Mori nodded. "Yeah."
Unconvinced, Haruhi stood. "You guys are just being dramatic," she said. "And if you're not going to do something, I will."
"No, don't do it!" Kaoru reached out to grab the girl before she could get away, but he was too late.
"She's gonna die!" Hikaru said, burying his face against his brother's shoulder.
Haruhi shot them both a look, before walking toward the still arguing best friends.
"I don't understand why you're so upset!" Tamaki said.
"Of course you don't, Tamaki, you never do!" Kyouya snapped. "That's part of being an idiot!"
Clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides, Tamaki rolled his neck. "Look, Kyouya, I am willing to admit I went over budget-,"
"Knowingly. You knowingly went over budget, and because of you we are all going to have work twice as much as usual to make back the money. Dammit, I had the whole next month budgeted out!"
Tamaki groaned, "I said I was sorry!"
"'Sorry' doesn't make the club any money!" Kyouya said. "I'm your vice-president, Tamaki, we're supposed to work together on these things. What is the point of my being here, if you are just going to ignore everything I say and do?"
"Uh, guys?" Haruhi cut in quickly. "Shouldn't you-,"
Kyouya held up a hand to silence the girl. "Keep out of this, Haruhi, it has nothing to do with you."
"Why don't I give you the money?" Tamaki offered, as if his precious 'daughter' wasn't even there. "My own money, I'll just donate it to the club! That way nobody has to work extra appointments!"
Haruhi could almost see the vanes popping in Kyouya's forehead.
"Now you're trying to get out of work?"
Tamaki gapped, "That's not...when did I-? I NEVER SAID THAT!" he defended. "I'm just trying to make it easier on everyone else!"
Closing his eyes, Kyouya rubbed his temples, "I'm done arguing with you, Tamaki, clearly it is getting me nowhere..." He started to walk away, as if to leave the room, when the blonde caught his arm.
"I'm trying to help you solve the problem!"
Kyouya rounded. "You are the problem!"
Everyone froze, no one even dared breath as the two watched each other. They stood in complete silence, and even Mori looked shocked by the younger student's outburst.
The blonde finally released his grip and took a step back, dropping his head down so his bangs covered his eyes. "I'm...sorry I'm such an idiot..."
Kyouya gulped. Damn...
Without a word, Tamaki walked around the other boy and out of the room. The door closed, and the sound was deafening.
SLAP!
"Haruhi?!"
"Kyou-chan!"
Haruhi glared up at the older student, "I can't believe you," she said. "You're supposed to be his best friend." With that, she took off after the blonde.
Kyouya blinked, unable to move anymore than that. An emotion he was unfamiliar with bubbled up and dug at his heart with razor-sharp claws. He hadn't meant to say what he had, it had all just slipped out.
"Senpei!" Haruhi called, catching up with the older student quickly. "Tamaki-senpei, wait!"
"What do you need, Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, softly.
Catching his sleeve, Haruhi stopped him. "Kyouya-senpei didn't mean that," she insisted. "He was just upset!"
Tamaki chuckled almost bitterly. "Something about Kyouya," he said. "When he's angry...he always means what he says."
"I think you just need to go back and-,"
"Go back..."
Haruhi paused, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"Go back," Tamaki repeated. "I should have gone back France when I had the chance. Staying in Japan...was a mistake."
"No, Senpei, that's not-,"
"I have to go."
Haruhi was left standing in the middle of the hall alone, unable to do anything but watch him walk away.