Hey everyone! This is my...second Ouran High School Host Club fanfic, I believe. The first one was a really-uber short one-shot I wrote, so I'm not sure if that counts...

But like, I'm obsessed with Ouran, have been ever since I saw the series for the first time. (Kyoya is my favorite, review if you agree! :3) So, as Tamakyo is one of my favorite (if not THE favorite) ships in the entire show, because they'd make such a great couple! :3 :3 :3 I'm sorry, Tamakyo is just sooooooo beautiful. :3 :3 :3 *sobs*

So for that reason, I thought I'd write some one-shots for Tamakyo. I came up with nine original ideas for it, so I was like, hey, why don't I go ahead and put the rest down on paper?

So basically, I made this. 9 Days of Tamakyo. :3 I love the title...anyways, I'm not expecting a huge response for this, but I hope I get some reviews anyways, I love Tamakyo. Now, without any more rambling, here's the one-shot you guys have been waiting for.

Prompt 1: Tamaki and Kyoya have to bake- what happens when Kyoya burns his hand?

"Damn it." Kyoya grumbled as he flipped through the crusty, faded cookbook laying on the expensive marble counters of the school kitchens.

"What is it, Mommy?" Tamaki bounded over to his friend, eyes wide.

"This cookbook is simply unreadable." Kyoya sighed, massaging his forehead.

Tamaki, with a ridiculous, poofy cook's hat on his head (which was dropping over like an unwatered flower, at that) cocked his head at Kyoya, his lips in a little 'o'. "That can't be good." He pouted, finger tapping on his lips. "I know a few things my mother taught me, I think we can figure something out."

Kyoya gave a curt nod in response. "Let's get to it then." In this new addition to the yearly school games, two people from every participating club had to cook a dish that captured the judge's tastebuds. But of course the school had pretended to give them a cookbook full of recipes, only to give them a bunch of grimy, coffee stained pieces of paper stuffed in what was supposed to be a book (which, by the way, couldn't even be deciphered by the Great Dark Lord)

"No, not yet," Tamaki protested.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. "What now, Tamaki?" He glanced at the clock on the wall, ticking away quickly. "We're gonna run out of time, we don't have enough to leisurely talk anymore."

"You need to put on an apron first!" Tamaki produced a pink, frilly apron out of nowhere and swished it in front of Kyoya's face.

"I'm not putting that on, Tamaki," Kyoya huffed, lips pursed and arms crossed.

"But you have to!" Tamaki said, face peeking out left of the frilly garment. "Everyone has to wear an apron while cooking!"

Kyoya pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose. The summer heat was pressing upon the teenagers, and Kyoya had unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves, his blazer discarded on the counter, first few buttons down form his collar undone. "Is there anything other than pink?" He could at least try to save his pride.

"No, there were only two." Tamaki sighed. "Put it on, Kyoya!"

"Why do I have to wear the pink one?" Kyoya shot back, hating how immature and un-Kyoya-like he sounded.

"Because you're Mommy!" Tamaki said, this time not waiting for an answer. He tied the top ribbon around Kyoya's neck against the shorter boy's will, and then proceeded to lift each arm and tie the waist ribbon as well, not paying attention to the disgruntled teenager before him.

I doubt I have any more dignity left to lose, Kyoya grumbled inwardly, folding his arms to cover as much of the pink monstrosity as me could. There was nothing he could do about it- Tamaki would force him into wearing it anyways, whether it be by guilt tripping the dark haired teen or using his famous puppy eyes, and Kyoya wasn't keen about wasting time. The best he could do was win the cooking contest, at least, to make up for the shame of wearing the darned apron.

With a sigh, Kyoya reached for the eggs that sat in a shiny glass bowl at the end of the marble island in the middle of the kitchenette. "So, Tamaki, what are we making?"

"Saint Honore with Francoise." Tamaki responded offhandedly. "It's one of the most challenging French recipes there is, according to my mother."

"Tamaki," Kyoya sighed, pushing up his glasses to the bridge of his nose, "is it necessary to make the most challenging dish possible when we don't have a written recipe or even a bit of experience?"

Tamaki stopped rummaging through the cupboards of the kitchenette and looked up, face thoughtful. He sighed, finally. "I suppose not… But it'd be such fun!"

Kyoya sighed back. "How about we make a simple cake to the best of our abilities?"

"But Kyoya~"

"Professor Kasike is one of the judges- she loves Spanish cakes and pastries as much as Honey loves anything sweet. It'd be our best chance to make a Spanish cake- I remember the recipe because it's quite simple and I did a project on it once."

"You're right, Kyoya." Tamaki mumbled drooping a bit. But as if he had split personality, he popped up like a spring at once, brushing off his white apron. "Let's get to it then!"

~9 Days of Tamakyo~

"We need to get it out of the oven, I think." Kyoya's head popped up, smelling the first rancid fume of over-baked cake waft past his sharp nose. They could almost see the black fumes drifting from the oven.

"Dammit!" Kyoya yelled, bounding over to the oven in quick, even strides, and popping the oven door open.

Forgetting the fact that he wasn't wearing oven mitts, he grabbed the baking pan in an effort to save the cake, but his hand retracted of its own accord.

"Dammit…" Kyoya muttered again under his breath, a small, red patch of skin blossoming on his hand. More and more of his hand turned red, making Kyoya wince as he held his palm tight.

Tamaki swooped in from the left, with a pair of oven mitts, and took the cake from the oven and dropped it on the marble counter. He slipped off the mitts with the precision and grace of an experienced ballerina, and he gently took Kyoya's burnt hand into his own.

The blonde looked slightly down at Kyoya, being an inch taller, his violet eyes soulful and calm. "That's just going to irritate the cut even more." He said, quietly.

He cradled Kyoya's burnt hand in both of his, like it was a little baby, and as Kyoya watched, silent, as Tamaki placed his mouth on the burn and sucked on it. Sucked on it. Kyoya wasn't sure what do do with his other hand, much less the rest of him. He just stood there, silent, and he was quite sure that he was blushing. Please don't be blushing. He prayed. First pink aprons, then getting burnt and forgetting oven mitts and hopping around like a monkey, then blushing while Tamaki sucked on his burnt hand. His reputation was done for.

Being an Ootori, Kyoya obviously knew that the best way to treat a mild burn immediately would be to wash it under cold water and wrap it up- but he couldn't say that he minded Tamaki doing what he was doing very much. In a weird way… It was almost… pleasant.

Kyoya, who'd been thinking too hard, hadn't noticed the fan girl masses growing around the kitchenette, silently watching and trying to stop themselves from squealing with glee.

Tamaki let Kyoya's hand go with a little 'pop' and smiled. "I don't think it's completely fine, but if you wash it under cold water and wrap it up- it will be."

Kyoya froze. Tamaki knew that? Then why…?

Tamaki just smiled at him, eyes still bright and sparkly as firecrackers, a sly grin spreading across his face like a cut in melted butter.

Had Tamaki done it just to embarrass Kyoya? Or something… else? Kyoya swallowed, his mouth suddenly drying up, his tongue suddenly feeling like a dead fish flopping around.

"Go ahead," Kyoya didn't hear him, running through the possibilities. "Kyoya, are you… blushing?"

The shorter teenager could pretty much hear the smirk in his best friend's voice. That bastard.

I hope it wasn't too vague- I didn't want it to be over-the-top makeout scenes, but I thought it'd be cute to have just some light, implied, fluffy Tamakyo. I know I need help, this si my first Tamakyo fic, so please give me feedback and constructive critisism through review!

Thanks to me beta ArgentumAurora! She's amazing and deserves as lot of cookies for all the help! (::) (::) (::)

Anyways, if you have a request, please review, or if you have feedback! Also, everyone who reviews, I'll PM a the Prompt for the next chapter before I publish it. I think I'll update this story every Monday, but I'm not sure, because testing season is coming up. I'll try to update every Monday, but no promises. :3 Anyways, thanks for reading guys, please review, favorite, and follow!

~Lea