1A/N: So here is another short story, but for Host Club this time. Hope you enjoy it.
Tamaki shut the thin yet well-worn book he had been reading and set it on the coffee table in from of him. Tamaki sighed, sinking back into the couch he was sitting on and let his mind wander.
Kyouya, by all means, was surprised that the Host Club's 'King' had read a book that looked advanced, let alone finished it in just a few days. Kyouya knew that Tamaki wasn't as stupid as most people outside of the Host Club thought, but he also knew that Tamaki didn't apply himself more than he needed to.
'It must have been one hell of a book,' Kyouya thought while he pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose and closing the business book he had been writing in. He cleared his throat loudly, bringing Tamaki out of his thoughts with a slightly surprised look on his face.
"Where is everyone, Mom?" Tamaki asked childishly while looking around Music Room 3, only to find it empty except for himself and Kyouya.
"They all went home, Dad," Kyouya replied with a slight smile that only Tamaki would catch.
"Kyouya, why are you smiling?" Tamaki asked with slight interest.
"What were you reading, Tamaki? It much have been extremely well-written for you to be so interested." Kyouya folded his arms and crossed his legs, waiting to hear what Tamaki would say.
Tamaki sat there for a moment, making sure his thoughts weren't just a big jumble of words. Finally, he spoke.
"It was called The Alchemist. It's the only book I have ever set my eyes on that has made me think about what's really important to me, what matters most to me...what keeps me alive" Tamaki said the last part in am almost whisper, as if he had just reveled some life-changing secret to Kyouya. Tamaki averted his eyes from Kyouya and blushed, suddenly feeling idiotic at how personal this conversation was about to get.
Kyouya noticed Tamaki's embarrassment, so he decided not to press the subject.
"It's okay, Tamaki," Kyouya said while lifting his hand and making the 'stop' signal and closing his eyes. "You don't have to tell me your inner fantasies of Haruhi, I -"
Tamaki suddenly propelled himself at Kyouya, grabbing the hand that Kyouya held out and capturing the others lips with his own. Kyouya didn't even have time to fully open his eyes when Tamaki pulled away.
"It's not Haruhi that is the most important person to me," Tamaki whispered as he rested his forehead on Kyouya's. Kyouya didn't say a thing, afraid that if he did, this incredibly important moment would end and everything would go back to how it used to be. Tamaki looked up and gazed directly into Kyouya's eyes, making it feel as if the world had stopped, just for them.
"It's you and it will always be you, Kyouya."
A/N: So there it is! Another barley-500 word short story. Just like the RonXDraco one I have, this was the game that me and my sister play where she gives me a word and something spews out of my brain. I really hope you liked his one, it's extremely short, I know, but whatever. From now on, I think I'm gonna stick with the short story thing, at least for a while. If anyone has an idea for a story that they would like me to write, either leave it in a review or send me a message.
Review? Flame? Either will be accepted. Happy reading!