"Almost ready?" Tamaki called from behind the door. Earlier, he had picked out an outfit for Kyoya to wear and had asked him to put it on. Nothing too childish or anything of the sort. It was simply a blue shirt and a pair of tan shorts. A bit childish for someone of kyoya's demenor, but then again, that was the point it would seem. Amongst the clothing was another item. It was not a must, but it was definitely available to him if he wanted to try it out. Now Kyoya stood in the nursery, the clothing on his body, and his arms tight around him, and he hesitated. The extra item lie on top of the adult sized changing table. Padding. Tamaki was offering Kyoya the option of wearing infantile padding. As expected, it was white, and it had stars on the waistband. Kyoya cringed at the very idea of such a thing. He picked it up, and tucked it underneath the table and out of sight. Tamaki had told him clearly that he didn't have to wear it if he didn't want to do so. So he definitely opted against it.

He then walked to the door and opened it up. Tamaki smiled and took his hand.

"Thank you for letting me do this for you. I promise you aren't going to regret it." Kyoya didn't answer. Just let Tamaki led him from the nursery. "I know how you like your day to have a schedule. So I made sure to set one out for you." Tamaki continued. "It's about five o'clock, so I'll have the cooks prepare dinner. Until then, perhaps we can have a bit of playtime together. After dinner and dessert, you'll have a bath if you're comfortable with it. Half an hour of quiet time. And then bedtime. How does that sound?"

"That's fine." Kyoya responded as he followed Tamaki to the kitchen. Tamaki was right. He did like having a schedule. He just..hadn't had one set out FOR him in quite awhile. Especially not a schedule of this sort.

After Tamaki had located the chiefs and looked to Kyoya. "Anything in particular you want to eat?" He asked. When Kyoya shook his head, he turned to the chiefs then. "Will you make us some Sole Menuière please?" He requested before turning to Kyoya. "It's a French fish dish. It's really really good~"

"Mm." Kyoya responded half heartedly. He was grateful that the chiefs chose not to say anything about Kyoya's attire and instead kept to themselves about it. That was nice. Once the order had been placed, Tamaki led him off once again, this time to the sitting room. A large television was up against the wall, a long couch and two armchairs, and the glass coffee table. Several different books and sheets of paper lie in the coffee table, as well as packs of crayons and colored pencils.

"I figured we could color together to start off the evening!" Tamaki said with a smile. "I can play something on the television as we do just in case you get bored. Is that okay?" He asked.

"That sounds fine." Kyoya responded, a bit unsure of this whole thing. He watched as Tamaki pulled a cushion from the couch and set it on the ground in front of the table. Then he encouraged Kyoya to sit. He hesitated, but he did sit down on the cushion. Well it wasn't uncomfortable. But he defiantly wasn't used to this. He did sit at a kotatsu sometimes, but never on the ground in front of a coffee table like this before... He kept his legs folded comfortably underneath him and sat up. He watched as Tamaki walked to the television and switched on the DVD player. Hmm.

As he worked the DVD player, Kyoya pulled forward some of the books Tamaki had provided and flipped through them. Simple pictures it would seem. Cats, dogs, flowers, things of that nature. All had such happy expressions and carefree smiles. It was almost sickeningly sweet. He closed the book and set it back on the table just in time for Tamaki to come back and sit with him. On the television, a Japanese film was beginning to play. He couldn't recognize it right away, but the title screen soon popped up reading, 'Ponyo.' Ah. It was a children's movie it would seem. And judging by Tamaki's wide-eyed expression, it was one of his favorites as well. Kyoya bit back a little smirk as he watched Tamaki bounce in his seat. After a moment, he had grown still and turned to face Kyoya.

"Alright. Did you pick a book you want to color in?" Ah. He hadn't. He scanned the books a moment longer before pulling one from the bottom of the pile. It wasn't a children's coloring book. Rather, it was one for adults. A de-stressing coloring book it would seem. He pulled it closer to himself and showed it to Tamaki. For some reason, Tamaki's smile wavered just a little and he chuckled

"That's a good choice Kyoya. But don't you think you should choose something a little more suited for..well kids?" He asked.

"Why would I do that? You told me I could choose what I wanted." Kyoya pointed out.

"I did say that. But age regression is a time to sort of just..feel a bit more like a kid. That won't help much will it?" Kyoya raised an eyebrow. Really now..

"Alright." He sighed. He set down the book and pulled forward another, the first one he saw. One about Momotaro or 'the peach boy.' Seemed simple enough. Tamaki seemed much more satisfied with his selection, and began to color with him in another book. Kyoya watched him for a moment, before opening his own book and helping himself to the colored pencils.

The two sat in silence, the only sounds being that of the television playing. Tamaki occasionally glanced up at the t.v or at Kyoya, but for the most part, he kept to himself. Kyoya hated to say so, but he wasn't hating this at the moment. He was focused on one task, but it wasn't anything too demanding like usual. While the coloring was a tad tedious, it still provided him with something to do. He curled his toes in a bit as he colored. My. This was a tad bit relaxing.

Tamaki glanced up at his friend again. Kyoya was really staring to let the tension flow out of him. He was beginning to simply twirl a lock of his hair and gently chew on his bottom lip as he worked away. It was a nice thing to see. He thought for a moment. He wanted to try something. "Kyoya, wait there a moment please. I'm going to get something." He said. Kyoya didn't respond. So he got up, and he went back to the nursery. A moment later, he returned with something in his hand. He came to Kyoya and knelt down by his side.

"Hey Kyoya?" He said, getting his attention. "Would you do me a quick favor? Just close your eyes for a second okay? I have something for you." Kyoya was obviously very skeptical of his sudden request. But at Tamaki's urging, he relented and closed his eyes. "Now open your mouth." And he did. A second later, he felt something rubbery become inserted into his mouth. His eyes opened wide and traveled down to see what had been placed into his mouth.

Sure enough, an adult-sized blue pacifier had been placed into his mouth and was dangling from his lips. He was about to pull it out, when Tamaki reached foreword and grabbed his hands. "I noticed you were biting your lip. You always do that when your thinking right? This will probably feel much better then that. So will you try it please?" He asked. Kyoya's cheeks were pink in protest. Well...it felt rather comfortable. It fit well in his mouth and the plastic part didn't bother him so much. In fact the sensation was rather satisfying. Perhaps that was the best way to describe it.

"Master Tamaki." Both turned to face the doorway. The head chief stood there watching them. His expression unchanging he said, "Your dinner is ready for you in the dining room." He then bowed and exited the room, giving the two of them privacy.

Kyoya was still for a moment before spitting out the pacifier so it landed in Tamaki's lap. "Y-you fool! He saw me!" Kyoya protested, his pink cheeks now a burning red. He couldn't believe that an adult had seen him with such a thing in his mouth. But Tamaki just smiled, rather unfazed by it.

"Don't worry. He won't tell anyone. I trust him." He took Kyoya's hand and helped him to his feet, not responding to his continued cries of anger. "Come on, why don't we go eat hm? I'm starving!" Kyoya scowled but didn't say anything back. Tamaki led him to the dining room. The long table, which could easily fit ten people, was ready for the two of them. The fish dish had been served, along was two glasses of what appeared to be wine. It wasn't uncommon for the wealthy teenagers of Ouran to have a bit of wine now and again. But before Kyoya got a chance to taste the bitter-sweetness of the wine, Tamaki took Kyoya's glass and swapped it out in the kitchen.

When Kyoya was seated, Tamaki returned a moment later with a cloth, and a baby's bottle of juice. Kyoya winced a bit when it was set down in front of him. Must he? Then, he felt Tamaki move to stand behind him. The cloth was placed around his neck and tied. A-a bib? Oh goodness how childish was he supposed to be? He frowned and looked up at him. "Thank you. I think that's enough." He said. Tamaki smiled at him and grasped the chair closest to Kyoya. He pulled it even closer and sat down. Kyoya watched him as he picked up Kyoya's fork, ignoring his own plate of food and focusing more on Kyoya's.

"I don't need you to feed me." Kyoya quickly said, putting his hands up in surprise.

"Come now. I promised that you wouldn't have to lift a finger right? I'm sticking by that promise." Oh for goodness sakes. Tamaki cut up a bit of fish and offered it to Kyoya. But at this point, Kyoya was too exasperated to cooperate. He huffed a bit, and when Tamaki offered him the fork full of food, he turned his head away. His lips were curled into a bit of a sneer. He didn't like this. Not a bit. Tamaki told him he wouldn't have to do anything he didn't want to do didn't he? Tamaki just smiled a bit. He placed a finger under Kyoya's chin and used it to turn his head so he could face him. "Come now. Don't be that way. You need to eat up. I don't want you going to bed hungry." Kyoya frowned angrily back at him. "Please? Just a bit." He coaxed. He wasn't very sure if Kyoya was falling into what he called a 'Little space' or if he was just being stubborn. But it was best to get something into him before it grew late. Kyoya debated wether or not to mind him. He didn't want to do this. But..oh he wanted to eat. And this seemed to be how he had to do it.

He finally parted his lips a bit and allowed Tamaki to pop the food into his mouth. Hmm. This wasn't so bad he supposed. Not the feeding part, he hated that. But the fish itself. It was very good. Tamaki continued feeding him, mostly staying quiet. But he began to slowly show his true colors. Tamaki had lost a bit of patience with the silence of the ordeal and began to speak. "Ooh~ Look Kyoya! Here comes the airplane!"

"W-What?"

"Open wide, it's coming in for a landing!" Tamaki cheered, making various airplane noises. To be honest, Tamaki had been greatly looking forward to today. For the longest time, people had waited on him and taken care of him. He never got to take care of anyone else like this. It was such a great feeling and he was beginning to get ahead of himself. "Open wide for the airplane Kyoya!" He cooed. He popped it into his mouth, which had been hanging agape in mortification. "Yay! Good boy!"

Kyoya wasn't sure what to say. How was he supposed to respond to something like this? Tamaki took his silent stupor as a sign of acceptance and took advantage of the opportunity. He made the spoon into a plane, a train, a subway, and was about to turn it into a limo when Kyoya decided he had had enough. He mouth closed once more and formed into a scowl. Oh? What was the matter? Tamaki has always wanted to be really babied in such a way. So why was Kyoya reacting like this? "Beep beep! Open the garage for the limo! Come on Kyoya dear, open the-" Kyoya then raised his hand and smacked the fork from Tamaki's hand. It clattered to the floor as Tamaki stared at Kyoya in shock. "What was that for?" He asked.

"You know exactly what. That's pushing it much too far Suoh." Kyoya growled, his voice holding a very warning tone. Tamaki frowned. Kyoya was growing rather fussy wasn't he? He glanced at the window. It was becoming a bit dark out. Was it time for bed? Probably. Tamaki reached out and removed he cloth from Kyoya's collar. "I'm sorry. Did I keep you up too late?" He asked.

"What?"

"I think it's just about time to get things settled down now." Tamaki said. Thankfully, he chose not to mention the untouched bottle of juice or the only half-eaten fish that still sat in front of Kyoya. He smiled patiently. "Come on. Why don't we get ready for bed now?" Kyoya sighed heavily and stood along with him. For goodness sake. He knew what was going on. Tamaki was treating him in the way HE wanted to be treated. Not how Kyoya would want to be treated. Tamaki didn't understand how Kyoya was feeling. He folded his arms and watched Tamaki as he picked up the cloth from the table. Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all. He wasn't sure to be honest. Perhaps bedtime would be a bit better. Maybe he should-

"Oh!" He cried out when he suddenly felt the bib get rubbed against his mouth. Tamaki giggled a bit.

"Poor thing. You got a bit of food on your face." He teased. "Honestly, what would you do without me?" Tamaki joked. He managed to clean his mouth most of the way before Kyoya shoved his hands away.

"Stop that!" He scolded. "I don't need you to do such a thing."

"Suit yourself little one." Tamaki chuckled. Little one? Oh gosh. Tamaki took Kyoya's hand and led him from the dining room. "Why don't I go and get he bath ready for you okay?" You wait for me in the nursery okay?" He instructed. He brought Kyoya to the nursery and placed a hand in his head. "You just wait right there. I won't be long. I'll make sure to make the bath extra special for you!" He assured Kyoya. He gave him a quick cheek-pinch before leaving.

As soon as he was gone, Kyoya sighed heavily and fell back into the rocking chair. His migraine was beginning to return and really make him uncomfortable. He rubbed his temples gently. He could see his clothing from before was still there, folded up on the changing table. Perhaps he could just put it on and leave. He didn't want to put up with this anymore. When a wave of pain suddenly radiated in his head, he moaned and leaned foreword. He was a little surprised to find just a bit of sweat beading on his forehead. Had he been that upset? Or...oh dear. He hoped that he hadn't become ill. Especially not under Tamaki's care. He wouldn't be able to escape. He glanced around the nursery. If he stayed, this was where he would sleep right. He cringed. He didn't quite like the idea of being locked away in an adult-sized crib like that. Would Tamaki try to give him the pacifier again? Or make him wear the diaper? Yes, his decision was final. He was going to go home and sleep.

But just as he had gotten up from the char, Tamaki entered the room. "Kyoya, your bath is ready~" He chirped. Well...perhaps a bath first. Then he would go home. Despite his hesitance, a warm bath did sound rather soothing. That's all he wanted. Tonight really hasn't been relaxing in the slightest. He just wanted a bit of peace. He followed Tamaki into the restroom. And his relief quickly became exasperation.

The tub was filled to the top with bubbles and bath toys. Tamaki didn't seem to understand the concept of 'less is more.' Magnetic letters stuck to the wall and rubber ducks and boats floated around the water. Kyoya wasn't even sure if here was going to be room for him! He sighed heavily and shook his head.

"You know what? I think I'll skip the bath." Kyoya said, holding out his hand when Tamaki approached his weary friend in order to stop him. "I'm a little cold right now. So I'd rather not."

"Oh? Are you sure? The water really is nice and warm." Kyoya cringed. Just the thought of squeezing in there with all of the unnecessary times made him sick to his stomach.

"I'm sure. I think...I think I should just go Tamaki."

"Go? Go where?"

"Home." Tamaki's eyes widened.

"Home?! But why? We were having so much fun together!" He insisted. "Plus, look!" He reached into a drawer and pulled something out. It looked to be a frog hand puppet. "I bought this especially for you!" Good grief. "And after this, we were supposed to have some quiet time together and then the bedroom routine! You simply must stay!" Tamaki insisted. Kyoya shook his head. His arms were folded and he looked up at Tamaki, his eyes lined with fautige. Tamaki could tell something was a bit off. Kyoya didn't seem angry. Just...tired.

"No. That's quite enough. I think I'll be taking my leave now if that's quite alright." He couldn't believe he was saying this but he was feeling a bit depressed! He thought that this really might be what he needed to relax. He had begun to trust him. But this was just too much. He really wanted to lie down. He turned around, and Tamaki quickly began to panic a bit.

"H-hold on a moment!" Tamaki insisted. He gently took Kyoya's hand, stopping him. "Please look, I've got everything ready just for you!" He said. He managed to get Kyoya to follow him so they stood in front of the tub. Kyoya stared into it. He could barely even see the water from all he bubbles. "Ifs it's a bit too full, I could take out some of the toys for you!" He said quickly. "And blow out some of the bubbles too!" Well that certainly sounded much better.

"Well I-" All of a sudden, he heard the sound of fast clicking on the linoleum. Who in the world? The next moment was a blur. He heard Tamaki yelling, loud barking, and a wet nose press against his back. He tilted, wobbled, and then fell. In just a moment, he had been submerged in the soapy water. For a moment, all he heard was his own splashing and gasps. And a moment later, he heard Tamaki scolding Antoinette, his large dog, who had apparently been much too exited. When he managed to pop his head out of the water, he quickly became aware of three things. His elbow and head were stinging from hitting he hard bathtub floor. Tamaki looked like he was biting back a smile. And...he felt like he was just going to begin crying.

"Oh Kyoya, I'm so sorry!" Tamaki quickly said. "Here, let me help you." He took Kyoya's slippery hand and managed to pull him to his feet. He helped him out of the tub and looked him over. His clothing was sagging, his glasses crooked, and his hair matted down. Tamaki also became aware of three things. Kyoya looked ready to explode. It looked like he had chosen not to wear the padding he was offered (Tamaki hadn't really noticed it before) And that laugh that suddenly rippled through the bathroom was his own. He knew he shouldn't laugh. But the sigh of Kyoya looking like a wet cat just tickled his ribs really. He didn't realize how rude he was being. He didn't see Kyoya's fists balled up so hard that the knuckled were white.

Finally, Kyoya couldn't do it anymore. He was soaking wet, cold, tired, his head hurt even worse from the impact, and his whole body was just shaking from anger and chill. Finally, he cried out loudly, shocking himself when his voice cracked.

"ENOUGH!"