All too often, Tamaki came up with some crazy scheme and dragged the host club along with him. It was one of those Saturdays. Takashi just had the unpleasant task of waking up Hani. Hani stayed half asleep while Takashi dressed him and carried him to the limo outside, joining Tamaki and the twins. Their adventure today? They were going to the spring festival in Tokyo.
"We brought you a cake, Hani-Senpai," the twins said in unison, passing the peace offering to Hani who sat up eagerly. He took the cake and ate it in a few quick bites.
He grinned, "Thank you!"
There, of the two hosts with AB blood type, one was now calm and awake. One more to go. They drove to Kyoya's house next. Last time they had woken the Shadow King, they had dressed him and kidnapped him, taking him to the commoner's mall. Takashi was expecting the same thing this time around, or close to it. They all arrived and trekked up to Kyoya's room. The four other hosts with him jumped on Kyoya's bed and tried their best to wake him up. He sat up grouchily and shot them all a glare before laying back down and tuning out Tamaki who was now rambling about their plans for the day.
"Mori-Senpai!" The Kingly host pointed at Kyoya. Takashi nodded.
He lifted Kyoya out of bed and sat him on the side, legs dangling off the bed. He kept hold of him under his arms to keep him upright as his friends began to change him. The twins stripped Kyoya of his shirt and Takashi's face heated up as he realized he would have his hands around Kyoya's bare chest. He looked at Kyoya's face to make sure he was still asleep, then glanced at the twins, who were too busy with picking out a shirt for the Shadow King. Good. None of them would see his red face. They finished dressing Kyoya and Takashi lifted him up over his shoulder to carry him to the limo. His hands gripped Kyoya's thighs to keep him steady and Takashi felt his face heat up again. In fact, he looked like a tomato.
"Takashi," Mitsukuni hummed.
"Mmm," Takashi looked down at the Lolita boy.
He motioned for Takashi to come nearer to him and he did, bending down to the small boy's height. Mitsukuni placed his hand of Takashi's forehead. "Do you have a fever."
Takashi kept his face stoic as he stood back up and answered. "No."
Mitsukuni tilted his head, looking at him curiously. Leave it to Mitsukuni to realize something was wrong. Was something necessarily 'wrong?' He wasn't sure. He placed Kyoya inside the limo, Mitsukuni followed after, and Takashi slid in next to him.
Kyoya woke up and found himself leaning against a wall. Wait, not a wall. Walls don't have arms that support you from toppling over. He looked up and saw that he was leaning against Mori's side and Mori had his arm wrapped around his chest to keep him upright. What on earth was going on. He had been in bed ... ... and then the hosts hijacked him again. He cleared his throat and stepped away from the giant, giving all of his attention to keeping his calm demeanour.
"Yay! Kyo-chan is awake!" Hani giggled.
Kyoya straightened out his shirt and pushed up his glasses, causing a lens flare to hide his eyes. "Tamaki, you have to understand that this is not an acceptable way to treat someone. We do not kidnap our friends while they're sleeping." He looked over at the princely type who was standing beside Haruhi.
Tamaki's face lit up with happiness, which was not the response he had been expecting to get. "Do you really mean it, Kyoya! We're your friends!?" It was strange for Kyoya to call them friends. They all felt that way about him but none of them were ever completely sure he returned the feelings, though they suspected.
Kyoya sighed. "Not if you keep acting like that."
Tamaki ignored his remark. "Ok, so first we are going on the Ferris Wheel, then some games, and some more rides, and ooh! Fireworks are tonight!" He continued on about the many things to do while they made their way over to the line for the Ferris Wheel. When it was their turn to load in the compartments, the twins and Tamaki sped to join Haruhi in one. Kyoya shook his head. They were so obvious. Mori and Hani climbed into the next one and he slid in after. Before the door was closed though, Hani jumped up.
"Oh wait! Usa-chan is afraid of heights," and he jumped out of the compartment.
"Mitsukuni," Mori was about to get up when a ride worker closed the door.
Kyoya looked at Hani who was grinning at them, but not in his usual innocent way, there was something behind his eyes. Something mischievous. The ride started moving and Kyoya realized just how uncomfortable he was with just Mori and himself. The giant next to him was silent, but of course that was far from unusual. Kyoya looked over at him and found that he was staring at his head. He raised an eyebrow and Mori turned, looking off over the park as they rode past the top.
"Kyoya," Mori turned to look at him again.
Kyoya was shocked the he had been the one to initiate a conversation. He could probably count the times he had heard Mori speak on one hand. That included the time in the bathroom. His cheeks flushed slightly at the memory. After that, it was all too frequent that the wild type popped into his head. Sometimes while he was doing schoolwork, or when he'd accidently tune out his Sensei, or almost every day in host club. Why couldn't he keep Mori out of his head. It was at this point he realized that while he had been thinking all of this, he had been staring at Mori, and hadn't responded to him.
He turned on that fake smile, the one that meant everything was alright when he was blatantly aware it wasn't. "Yes, Mori-Senpai?"
"Are you ok?" He asked.
There was that question again. The same one he asked back in the bathroom. Kyoya's flush deepened somewhat. He looked down as the Ferris Wheel stopped moving. They were near the top though not quite there.
"I'm perfectly fine," Kyoya answered coolly.
Mori looked at him for a few moments, and if Kyoya could read people like he thought he could, (I mean, he's Kyoya), then he could have sworn he saw a slight frown on his tall companion's face. Kyoya wanted nothing more than to make that frown disappear. Why did he feel like that? In fact, he realized what he wanted the most, was to see Mori smile. He had only seen it once or twice in the past. Usually his face was so stoic. Mori kept his emotions in check as good as Kyoya. Although, in the present situation, it was probably better that Kyoya. Kyoya unconsciously stared at Mori's mouth, willing it to smile. He remembered the time he had seen it, and how handsome it made the tall host look.
And then it happened. While he was staring at Mori's mouth, the corners of his mouth twitched up into a small smile. He smiled! Kyoya smiled in turn and then looked away almost as quickly. Oh God, he had been staring at Mori's mouth. He had smiled at Mori. Kyoya didn't smile, unless it was his fake host smile. Kyoya needed to get a hold of himself. Not only was he still in the compartment with Mori who could never know about the thoughts he was having, but they were nearing the bottom now and his friends would be able to see him and if they saw Kyoya without his cool demeanour... He might actually die.
A/N: Kyoya's perspective is sooo much easier to write than Mori's but I wanted to experiment writing with both for this chapter. ^-^ They are so cute!
Kyoya: Will you stop making me seem like a total weakling?
Me: You're not a weakling! You just have feeling
Kyoya: Exactly.
Me: I'm sorry I don't portray your demonic spirit correctly than
