Kyouya X Tamaki

?

"Everyone, I have an announcement!"

Tamaki stood in front of the Host Club one day after all of the guests had left.

Excited Honey asked, "What is it Tama-chan?"

Tamaki grinned fully. "Glad you asked Honey. I have decided we are going to take another trip!"

Everyone grew silent. The twins looked at each other then back at Tamaki. "Where are we taking the girls this time boss?" Hikaru asked.

Tamaki grinned. "We're not taking the girls. It'll be just us guys!" Tamaki grinned then saw the look on Haruhi's face. "And Haruhi of course. Who is a girl. But the only one we'll be taking. I mean, it'll be just the Host Club members."

Haruhi's look didn't change. Kyouya pushed up his glasses to wait on everyone's responses. He wasn't disappointed. "I don't think so Tama-chan." Honey looked up at Mori. "Mori and I are just going to stay home this break. Don't you think it's a good idea Mori?"

"Yeah."

The twins looked at each other and back at Tamaki. In unison they said, "No thanks. Last time didn't go so well. Remember what happened to Honey, the Haruhi and Mori? Not a good idea."

Tamaki's smile was fading fast. With hopeful eyes he looked at Haruhi. Haruhi shrugged. "I can't sempai. My father wanted to spend it with some of the other girls from the club."

Tamaki's face fell fully and he turned his big violet eyes to Kyouya. "Well?"

Kyouya sighed unable to break Tamaki's heart. "Well, I don't have anything planned."

"Kyouya! Mon ami! Yay!" Tamaki rushed up and gave Kyouya a huge hug. "I'm so glad you said that Mon ami. I was really hoping you'd agree."

Kyouya fought back a blush. "It really is nothing Tamaki." Kyouya stood stiff as a board as Tamaki clung to him, expressing his joy. Kyouya's face showed no emotion and he knew he put off the persona that he wasn't enjoying himself. The truth was he was taking in Tamaki's scent, shampoo, soap, and a natural smell that was just Tamaki's. The way his soft blonde locks brushed the sides of his neck. How warm it was to be in his arms.

It was impossible not to react. His body was standing at attendance, straining closer to him. This was a problem. Tamaki pulled back and flashed his winning smile, Kyouya's favorite smile. Those violet eyes glowed with such laughter. Kyouya liked to think that this smile belonged to him and him alone.

Tamaki whirled around and in the way he did, drew the attention of every member of the club. Kyouya turned around and sat at the nearest open table, opening his notebook he began to write.

Those who bothered to look assumed he was writing down his plans, it must be an itinerary or something. Right? But Tamaki kept most of the attention on himself, something that he could do either consciously or unconsciously. Sometimes it was difficult to tell.

Tamaki turned back to Kyouya as everyone behind him was dispersing. "Where do you want to go?"

Kyouya didn't look up from what he was writing. "I thought we were going to stay at one of my families new resorts."

"We don't have too. We could fly somewhere."

"Where would we go?"

"Where would you like to go?"

"Why do I have to decide?"

Tamaki sat and shrugged his shoulders, Kyouya raised his head. "Anytime we go somewhere it always seems to be my idea. I thought it would be nice if you chose. There has to be somewhere you'd like to go."

Kyouya looked at Tamaki for a long moment. He knew exactly where he wanted to go. He couldn't tell Tamaki this though, because Tamaki would ask a reason and he didn't have one. Well, at least not one he could tell Tamaki. He wanted to go to France. See where Tamaki grew up. Kyouya had shown Tamaki everything in Japan the blonde had wanted to see. He wanted Tamaki to show him his homeland.

"France. I would like to go to France."

"You've never been?" Tamaki was shocked.

Kyouya shrugged. "I've been, but it was business trips with my father. I'd like to go see it for fun."

"We have a weeklong break coming up soon. Why don't we go then? We'll spend a whole week there, I can show you everything!"

Kyouya was thrilled, his heart was hammering in his chest. Forcing himself not to smile he gave a single nod. "Alright. I'll make all the necessary arrangements."

Tamaki smiled hugely and Kyouya stared at the beautiful mouth. Longing to plant a kiss just there he looked away. A week alone with Tamaki, no Host Club and no Haruhi. Kyouya liked the girl, but he hated how much time Tamaki would rather spend with her than him. They'd founded the Host Club together but it seemed that it didn't matter anymore. Not to Tamaki anyway. It still mattered to Kyouya, now more than ever it seemed. Haruhi monopolized Tamaki's mind a lot and Kyouya couldn't help but wonder, did she monopolize his heart too?

At home Kyouya set his beloved notebook on his desk and moved to sit on the foot of his bed. Taking off his shoes he let the fall to the floor. Tossing himself backwards he bounced on the bed before settling into place. Placing his hands behind his bed and looked up at the ceiling. Sighing he closed his eyes and thought about the trip to France. Tamaki rarely spoke French and it was something he longed to hear from that sweet voice.

Tamaki's Japanese was flawless but it was something he'd heard all day every day. But in France he'd hear Tamaki's smooth voice speaking French all the time. Kyouya knew French, having had taken in the class, so he could speak the language while he was there. The language of romance. That's what he'd heard people call it whenever they mentioned it. Maybe, while they were there they'd be able to have this romance that he craved.

Then again, maybe not.

As the third son there was so much pressure on him for being better than his brothers. What if he threw away all that for Tamaki? It's something he'd considered doing since he'd realized his feelings for him. What if Tamaki didn't feel the same? Obviously he didn't, he loved Haruhi. Could Kyouya convince him otherwise? But Tamaki…. No, it wasn't possible. Tamaki had worked so hard for three years trying to gain his grandmother's respect.

And still, he hadn't gained it fully. He'd come so far though, with his grandmother and father. Tamaki couldn't throw all that away for a forbidden romance, even if he wanted too. They'd have to hide their relationship from everyone. That wasn't fair to Tamaki. Or himself, he thought about it. But that didn't matter. He loved Tamaki and wanted to be with him. He just needed Tamaki to feel the same.

Kyouya opened his eyes when he heard his door open. He rolled his eyes before he even saw who just entered. "How many times have I asked you to knock, Fuyumi?"

Unconcerned with her little brother's mood Fuyumi smiled and walked over to sit on the bed next to him. "I lost count. How have you been little brother?"

Kyouya shrugged in his laying down position. "No different than usual I suppose."

"That bad huh?"

Kyouya glared. "Everything is fine, thank you."

Fuyumi smiled at him. "That's wonderful."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm going to be staying here for a few days."

"Why?"

"Because I can. Sit up and be sociable."

"Or not."

"Don't be in a bad mood."

"Maybe I wouldn't be if you'd knock."

"If I had knocked you'd have told me to go away without even asking who was at the door." Kyouya said nothing because she was right.

"What do you want?" He asked sitting up.

"I wanted to tell the family something. My husband is away on business but he thought it was something the family should know right away. I wanted to tell you first."

Kyouya waited but she said nothing for a long moment. "Tell me what?"

Fuyumi took a deep breath and smiled a smile Kyouya had never seen on her face before. A smile of pure happiness. "I'm going to have a baby."