"So you've been here already," Kyoya said as the driver pulled up to the Ootari estate. Kyoya remembered that day very well. He had come home and heard Tamaki playing the piano, coaxing tears from his under-used tear ducts. He never knew that that idiot could play something so heart-wrenchingly beautiful. And every time Kyoya and Tamaki were within arms reach of a piano, Kyoya heard the song again, and a different one the next time… all exceptionally beautiful.

"Ky-o-ya," Tamaki said, poking Kyoya with each syllable. "Come on! Let's go!" and he pulled Kyoya out of the car, running towards the house at breakneck speed, dragging Kyoya until they reached the door.

They were upstairs in Kyoya's huge room and Tamaki smiled at the place.

"This is so much bigger than mine—do you have your own living room?" Tamaki said, sitting down at the table.

"Yes," Kyoya said, bored. "Well, just a study room. The beds are up the stairs." Kyoya put his bag down and started to take off his jacket as Tamaki did the same.

"Will we be eating dinner with your family?" Tamaki asked, tilting his head. Kyoya had to laugh at this.

"No," Kyoya said chuckling. "No, of course not. My father is busy at work, my brothers busy learning the work, my mother… my mother is probably looking after… something." Kyoya scratched his head. He was never entirely sure what his mother was doing at any given time, he barely saw her.

"Is there anyone of your family—?"

"My sister," Kyoya said, straightening his glasses and whipping the tie off of his neck in one swoop. "My sister truly appreciated your music."

"You do also." Tamaki said. "I saw the look on your face when you first heard me play. You looked about ten times as shocked as the rest of your family."

"Yes, well, I thought you were an incompetent idiot at the time, didn't I?" Kyoya smirked. He unbuttoned his white shirt and threw it in a hamper.

Tamaki stood up and quickly grabbed Kyoya's glasses. He stood a little far out from Kyoya, who was furious.

"What are you doing? Idiot, why did you take my glasses?!" Kyoya snarled.

"You are very attractive, Kyoya. I didn't notice just how much before." Tamaki said unblushingly. Kyoya stopped thrashing about and frowned as he straightened up.

"Well, I've been told by several people." Kyoya said, casually looking to the left because he couldn't make out Tamaki in the blur. "Can I please have my glasses back?" Tamaki was looking closely at Kyoya.

"But this is a different type of beauty," Tamaki said circling Kyoya. "It's a higher beauty." Kyoya saw a glint and dived his hand in. He felt his glasses back in his hands and slipped them up his nose.

"Well, while we're not talking about my attractiveness…" He walked over to the drawer and pulled out a clean T-shirt. "You know, you talk about your own appearances all the time—you don't need to talk about anyone else's."

"Do you think I'm attractive, Kyoya-kun?" Tamaki asked shortly as he was searching through his night bag for an after-school shirt. "I mean, I understand that to several girls that I'm attractive, but—"

"I'm not like that, Tamaki."

"I know, I know!" Tamaki said, waving his hands. "Just from a standby point of view—"

"Yes, you're exceedingly attractive." Kyoya said, bored and slightly sarcastic. "I'm so jealous of you."

Tamaki's smile was ear-to-ear. He ran to Kyoya and hugged him. "Oh, Kyoya, I knew that you'd think so! That makes things so much easier! Thank you!"

"If you know that I would think so, why did you ask?" Kyoya groaned, pushing Tamaki off of him.

"I just wanted to hear it for some reason."

"You are so conceited."

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Tamaki loves being told he's beautiful. *sigh* Even though Kyoya is SO FLIPPIN ATTRACTIVE WITHOUT HIS GLASSES ON. *shivers* uhhh. Tamaki thinks so too :DD

REVIEW AND I'LL TAKE OFF KYOYA'S SHIRT FOR YOU. Hehe. For me. Heheh.