AN: I don't even know where this one came from. My first Ouran Host Club fic, by the way! n.n So I hope you enjoy this little drabble.
Disclaimer: Don't own this.
Demon King
"KYOYA!" A voice singsung through the room. Kyoya groaned as he pulled the sheets over his head, hoping this was all a very, very bad dream. Unfortunately for him though, a second later the rustling of curtains was heard and light poured through the room. "We're going out!" the voice called again.
Kyoya had the urge to flip him off.
The person continued to annoy him by taking away the sheets from him, leaving his body cold and shivering. Kyoya opened one eye that burned in hatred with the intensity of a thousand suns. Whoever had woken him up, was going to die. Very. Painfully.
"Kyoya? Don't look at me so scary!" The person, now identified as Tamaki (the bane of his existence) cried out when he saw the murderous look in Kyoya's eyes. In a matter of seconds, Kyoya lunged forward, grabbed a shocked Tamaki by the collar and pulled him on the bed. The black-haired boy held Tamaki's wrist just above his head and hung over the spluttering Tamaki.
"Mind telling me why you're waking me up this early?" Kyoya growled. Tamaki gulped.
"But Kyoya, it's ten a.m.! I wanted to take you to a commoner's amusement park," Takami offered his friend a nervous grin. He was scared—he wasn't going to deny that. Kyoya was like a Demon King in the mornings. "Come on, don't be such a—" he tried to break his arms free, but the hold on his wrists tightened. He felt even more scared when he saw the glint in Kyoya's eyes. Said boy licked his lips.
"Since you woke me up, I demand something for it in return," he started. "An amusement park is hardly adequate."
Poor Tamaki could only widen his eyes when Kyoya dived in.
On the contrary to Kyoya, who had the best breakfast ever. It was highly suitable for a Demon King.