and maybe we were made, we were made for each other
is it possible for the world to look this way forever?
you can breathe, you can breathe now
but the air is running out...
- made for each other part 1 by jack's mannequin
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Tamaki Suoh looked up and frowned when the door to the Host Club quarters opened and Ootori Kyouya stepped in. On his hand was a small plate, and on his face was a poorly suppressed frown.
"Oh, back so soon, Mother?" Tamaki asked curiously. Kyouya had been inside the grandiose room with him only fifteen minutes earlier as they discussed and argued future themes and costumes for the Host Club. The bespectacled boy gave him a quizzical look and set the plate down on his desk. Looking down at it, Tamaki saw a small pie, meant to serve one person. He raised an eyebrow and glanced up at his best friend. He wondered whether it was to be next week's theme.
"Pie?"
"From Haru—" he began, but the ever-lively Tamaki beat him to it.
"Haruhi?!" he screamed with inhuman delight, "Haruhi?!?! My daughter sent me this?! Oh, how thoughtful of her, I know, I know, she loves me even if she doesn't admit to it and insults me heartlessly whenever she wants to, and honestly, Kyouya, I think she's finally developing a soft spot for her poor fath—"
"Whatever," snapped Kyouya impatiently. He opened his omnipresent notebook, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and settled on the sofa beside Tamaki. With another well-concealed frown, he added, "She asked me to tell you 'Happy Pie Day.'"
Tamaki blinked. "Pie Day?" he mumbled, more to himself than to his friend, and when he finally got tired of thinking, he shrugged and asked, "What's today?"
"March 14th."
Suddenly it dawned on him—A Suoh is nothing short of a tensai, after all—and beamed. His daughter really is a geek.
"Well, thank you, Kyouya," he announced happily as he made to grab for the plate. Thank God the twins weren't around to fight for a piece of his precious pie. The third son to the Ootori merely grunted and for a while they sat in comfortable silence. What was the pie for? Kyouya wasn't very happy with the fact that he had just encountered something he couldn't understand, but his curiosity got the better of him. Talk about something to write and analyze. Finally, he asked, "What does it mean?"
Tamaki impishly dipped his finger into the pie and stuck it in his mouth for a moment, then shook his head knowingly. "It's Happy 'PI' Day, Kyouya, not Happy 'Pie' Day," he explained patiently.
Kyouya's eyes narrowed into slits. His eyebrows knit together as he said, "PI is a mathematical constant. It's an irrational real number which is the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter in Euclidean geometry, and has many uses in mathematics, physics and engineering. It approximately equals 3.14159, or if you wanted to bring it only two places after the decimal then it would be 3.14. Today is March 14th..." he paused and frowned even more deeply—with an expectant look from Tamaki, his face finally cleared. "Ah. The third month and the fourteenth day. Thus PI Day."
Tamaki shook his head. "My daughter really is a geek." He dipped another finger on the pie and exclaimed triumphantly, "Hey, I taught her that joke!"
"Nngh."
He glanced up at his friend to see a smirk on Kyouya's face. "What?" he asked.
Kyouya shook his head. Daughter, huh. When will stupid Tamaki ever realize the truth?
"I think the two of you are definitely made for each other."
"…"
A smirk.
"Nani?!"
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first attempt at an ouran high school host club fic. set before tamaki moved into the main house.