Hiya guys, Crimson here!

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ONWARD~

M is for mishaps

November 30, 2015

Accidents happen.

Wether you like it or not, you've caused, been in, or witnessed more accidents, mistakes and mishaps that you'd like to admit.

But, when you're an Ootori, you don't accept mistakes.

You don't MAKE mistakes.

So, there is only one problem.

The mistakes of the people around you.

Kyoya woke up with a groan, his back creaking as if it had aged without him, as he rose.

As if on robotic command, he reached up to his nightstand for his glasses...

Only to find nothing.

Growling lightly, he opened his eyes, only to see his blurry room, as he rose out of bed. All he could see was a bright yellow post it. Still irritated, he picked it up, placing it in front of his face, as he read in his mind:

I owe u a new pair of glasses

He growled with irritation, not even knowing who left the damn note, as he rose out of bed. He'd have to get ready for school now, because without his glasses, he'd need as much time as he could get.

He stumbled out of his bed, feeling as if his head were screwed on a bit to loosly, as he walked down the stairs.

...Or rather, tripped comidically down, landing on his face at the last step. After peeling himself off of the floor, he ran as fast as he could for his bathroom door, hoping that his glasses could be in there...

...Only to run face-first into the wall.

Kyoya sighed in pain and annoyance, before finally feeling the doorknob to his bathroom. He began to take off his pajama shirt, only to hear a maid scream.

Turns out, it wasn't the bathroom door.

After getting back into his room, shirt in hand, he found the other door, the only other thing that could lead to the bathroom, before walking in.

He could barely see his refelction in the mirror, but from what he could see, he was a mess!

But, with the crap he had to go through just to get ready for school, the rest of the day would be a breeze; right?

"Omg, is that Kyoya senpai?"

"Where are his glasses?"

"I don't care, but he looks so hot without them!"

"Can he see?"

Kyoya tried his best to shut them all out, as he staggered into the school, only to realize something pretty bad.

He couldn't see the class numbers, which basically ment that he was losted.

Kyoya sighed, looking around to make sure that no one was around, only to see blurry yet clean-of-others hallway, "Well...fuck."

"I never thought that I'd hear you swear."

Kyoya turned around, for once being on the opposite end of a suprise, only to settle down a bit later. Miu stood behind him, at least, she sounded like Miu, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard that you were walking around without your glasses," Miu stated, walking up so that she was right in front of him, allowing him to see her more clearly, "So I decided to try and find you so that I could help."

Kyoya managed a smile smile, "Thank you, my dear." He said, planting a kiss on her forehead, "Thank God you're here; I don't think that my pride would allow me to accept help from anyone else."

Miu smiled, nuzzling his neck, before holding his hand, "Come on, I'll lead you to your class."

Kyoya sighed in relief, thankful that Miu was around...

Only to trip later on a stray textbook.

Kyoya yelped, going down; his grip taking Miu down with him. Before he knew it, his back was on the ground, Miu lying on top of him. Embarrassed, he got up, only to trip on Miu's legs, soon making the situation worse, as he ended up pinnig Miu to the floor, "...Forgive me..."

Miu smiled lightly, as Kyoya got off, "It's alright, I understand."

The two walked in slience, which was broken by a squeal once they got into Kyoya's homeroom.

"Ah, Miu, good to see my adopted daughter!" Tamaki yelled, ruffling her hair, before looking over at Kyoya, "Hey, Kyoya, you look different."

Kyoya sighed, "No, do I?" He asked, sarcasum dripping from his mouth, while Miu tried to stiffle a laugh.

Tamaki thought about it, before snapping his fingers, "You got a new hair cut?"

Kyoya sighed, "No."

"You got your eyebrows done?"

"No."

"You started wearing make up?"

Kyoya growled, this was getting stupid, "NO!"

Tamaki thought about it a bit longer, his eyes screwed up with concentration, "...I got it!"

Kyoya sighed, "What?"

"You got a sex change!"

Miu could help but to burst into laughter, while Kyoya fumed, "I thought that your voice sounded a lot higher! And I mean, your che-."

Before Tamaki could go more into detail, the bell sounded, signalling the beginning of class.

Kyoya watched (or tried to) Miu leave, before returning to the textbooks.

Only to realize something.

He didn't have his bag.

Kyoya sighed, this was gonna be a long day.

Kyoya decided to sit alone at lunch, picking at his food, which seemed to taste oddly of paper, "I'll need to turn in a complaint later on." He muttered, only to drop his fork in irritation, "Damnit, Tamaki, leave!"

He saw the blurry image of someone jumping back, before she cleared her throat, "I just wanted to check on you, Kyoya senpai."

Kyoya sighed, before patting the seat, "This chair is open, Haruhi."

Haruhi sat down, a smile on her face, "So, you don't have your glasses?"

Kyoya sighed, "Does it look like I have my glasses?"

Haruhi laughed, about to go on, when they heard Tamaki shout, "Haruhi dear, you should be talking with mommy right now; she's not feeling well!" He shouted, hulling what looked like someone else behind him, as he walked over. He then grabbed Haruhi by the collar, "Mommy should hang out with adopted daughter instead!" He said.

Before Haruhi could say anything, she found herself being dragged away by the blond, shouting curses and threats on the way.

Kyoya sighed, before looking over to Miu, who seemed to look uncomfterable yet relaxed, "...Do you need help to get your food?"

Kyoya shook his head, stuffing another odd-tasting sushi roll into his mouth, "There is no need."

Miu seemed to be confused, "...Are you sure? The napkin doesn't seem like a very good lunch, if you ask me..."

Kyoya thought about it, only now putting the pieces together, "No wonder I couldn't taste the fish..." He muttered, before handing her the chopsticks, "If you don't mind; I'll take that help now."

Miu sighed, "You can be so unreasonable at times." She muttered, before feeding him a roll.

"I perfer the term 'stuborn'." Kyoya stated, before eating it, "Thank you, by the way. You seem to be the only person that tries to help me." He then sighed happily, "Thank God the day's almost over."

Miu cocked her head to the side, "What are you talking about? We have host club today, remember?"

Kyoya let out a sound that seemed to be a mix of a groan, a moan, and a puberty girl screaming, as he face planted into the shredded napkins.

It was nearly impossible to get his work done.

He could stil see his computer fine if he put his face close enough, but with all the talking slight snickering, and questions he got from the guests, it was near impossible to get him work done.

He growled again as he sensed another guest behind him, "I do hope that you're enjoying yourself, but I'm very busy-."

"I know, that's why I came with this."

Kyoya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Miu, I'm so sorry for snapping at you, I'm just so fustrated."

Miu shook her head, placing the cup of tea on the table, before pushing it in. If Kyoya was as mad as she thought he was, she really didn't want to spill his tea all over him again, "If you'd like me to leave, I can."

"No no no, it's fine." Kyoya said, guestering to the open seat, "As long as you have no guests."

Miu smiled, sitting down next to him, before smoothing out her uniform, "You seem very tense."

"I'm not tense." Kyoya muttered, typing even faster. He soon stopped, when two hands worked into his back. He let out a happy sigh, leaning back, as Miu adjusted herself so that she was sitting rtight behind him, working her hands to loosen the knots in his back.

"Don't lie to me," Miu muttered, "You're tense, you're worried about work, you're worried about your glasses; but right now, you need a break."

"That doesn't sound to bad." He muttered, enjoying the silence-

Wait, this was the host club; there was no silence.

Kyoya turned around slightly, even without his glasses, he knw when there were many people watching him.

Lucky him, it would seem that the entire host club were watching the pair.

Miu stopped for a bit, "It w-w-would s-seem that w-we have w-w-watchers." Miu said, they shyness creeping back in, as her hands drifted away.

Kyoya smirked, grabbing her hands, before (somehow) getting Miu onto his lap, nuzzling her neck, "We have an audince," He whispered, mouth hidden in her hair, "We might as well give them a performance."

Before Miu could react, she left his lips crashing into hers, her back lying against the table, as Kyoya stood over her.

Miu could hear the girlish squeals, as Kyoya pressed onto Miu a bit harder. Miu's heart semed to race out of her chest, never having to put on an act like this, and yet, she knew it wasn't an act. Deciding to go with it, Miu licked his lip, catching him by suprise, before slipping her tongue into his mouth.

When Kyoya pulled away, he wore a suprised yet amused smile, before kissing her neck once more, causing bood to flow from all of the girl's noses.

"I SHIP IT!" They heard many of them yell, "I KNEW THEY WERE GAY!" someone else yelled, before Miu got up, the shyness settling back in, as she ran to hide in the changing room.

Kyoya smiled, maybe he should lose his glasses more often.

(EXTENDED ENDING)

Behind a pillar, two devious eyes were watching, one of them holding a pair of glasses.

"You still sure it was a good idea to ste- I mean, 'borrow' Kyoya's glasses?" One of them asked, while the other played around with the glasses.

"Of course," Said the other voice, as he played around with the glasses, "Karou, it was always a good idea; it's our revenge, and they got more fans; it'sa win-win situation."

Karou was about to say something, when his eyes filled with shock, "Hikaru..."

Hikaru turned to face him, "What is it, Karou?"

Karou gulped, "Kyoya and Miu; they're gone."

Hikaru spun around; sure enough, the shadow queen and king were gone, "But...t-that would m-m-mean..."

Both twins stopped breathing at two sounds.

A slow clap and a low shy yet scary laugh.

"So, it was you two all along." Kyoya muttered, as the two spun around.

Miu's giggling stopped, her hidden Yandere side showing slightly, as she raised her knife," Whta ever shall we do with them, my love...?"

The twins held each other, when Kyoya laughed darkly, "Why, my dear, we get pay back, of course..."

"...I hate life..." Hikaru muttered, trying to get the huge heavy and burrly glasses off, only to be defeated by the duct tape.

He could only hear Karou groan in response, while Miu and Kyoya watched happily.

"Revenge is a sweet thing..." Miu muttered, cutting off another piece of duct tape.

Kyoya laughed, a glint in his eye, "Funny you mention that..."

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