Yoshio and Amaya Ootori were reading through their scripts backstage, slightly irked that they were being instructed to do so by their youngest son. It wasn't that they didn't think he was capable, or that he was wearing a dress, or that the Suoh boy referred to him as 'mommy'; it was just their parental pride, really.
Their attention was caught by a multitude of murmurs and wolf-whistles, noticing that Kyouya's appearance had caused a... stir of teenage hormones.
It seemed the boys backstage couldn't see that it was Kyouya in a dress, but thought it was a beautiful girl in Victorian era underwear. Tachibana almost laughed, but managed to swallow it down.
"Come on, I dare you," They heard one boy whisper to another, who nodded and crept up behind the Ootori boy.
Before Tachibana could stop him, and before Kyouya's parents knew what was happening, the boy took Kyouya's skirt and flicked it up.
Kyouya managed to hold the fabric down at the front, but a heavy blush spread over his cheeks. Spectators could almost see the Shojo anime sparkles in the background as the skirt seemed to flutter in slow motion, back into its proper place.
"... Boys underwear?" The perpetrator questioned, but everyone in the surrounding area - that weren't related to Kyouya - held hands to their bloody noses. The girls who attended the host club knew how to recognise Kyouya when he was in feminine clothes, whereas the straight boys thought he was actually a hot girl.
"One would think you'd know better that to antagonise an Ootori," Kyouya stated, turning on the boy - though it didn't help that he was still blushing, "Especially me."
"Huh?!" The boy gasped, "Y-you don't mean..."
Tachibana laid a heavy hand on the boy's shoulder, causing him to jump. "I don't think master Kyouya appreciated that," He smiled, in the same manner as Kyouya had showed him to, which made the boy faint. Tachibana just dusted his hands and nodded to Kyouya.
"Eee! Kyouya, you look so pretty!" The fangirls gushed, but Tachibana managed to hold them back, "You're such a beautiful Victoria!"
Yoshio and Amaya paled. If it weren't for Tachibana, the girls would probably have tried to tear him to pieces; but Kyouya just gave them a smile. "Thank you, dear ladies," He accepted, "If you'd like, we have photo books of today's performance and rehearsals for sale soon; I can reserve some copies for you."
His parents watched, astonished, as Kyouya noted down a flurry of orders. It seemed to be more of a profitable venture than they anticipated...
"Oh, Kyouya!" Their attention was captured by Ranka Fujioka, whom was currently sprinting up to their son with their voluminous skirt hitched up to their knees, "You look so beautiful."
"Thank you, Ranka-san," Kyouya beamed, their fingers locking together as they laughed. So this was Kyouya's good friend; they both thought he could have done better, "You look very beautiful, also."
"The skirt is so amazing!" Ranka gushed, "The Hitachiins made it? They aren't just pretty faces, are they?"
"I can assure you, all of our costumes are made by either Hikaru and Kaoru, or their mother," Kyouya informed, "It just adds a seal of quality."
As their son discussed fashion other such things they didn't know he knew about, they tried to re-read their lines once more; however, the Suohs' arrival diminished any small chance they had of concentrating.
"Mon ami!" Tamaki yelled, pouncing on Kyouya and wrapping his legs around his waist, "You look so beautiful! Victoria at her most radiant! And your eyes! And –"
"Alright, daddy; I'm already uncomfortable without my glasses as it is," Kyouya sighed, gently nudging the blond off him and smoothing out the creases in his petticoat.
"But, mommy, your eyes are so perfect," Tamaki insisted, "The darkness that pulls you in, yet those sweet hazel highlights; the almost feline shape –"
"Alright, alright," Kyouya interrupted, "It's almost curtain up, so stop waxing lyrical about my eyes."
Thankfully, the shock that came over the parents was soon overridden by the realisation that the play was about to start…
