Disclaimer: I do not own the Ouran High School Host Club. Unfortunately.
A Great Deal
Kyoya sleepily opened his eyes, blinking a few times to ignore the harsh glare of the sunlight filtering in from the windows.
This is funny. MY back aches and I'm not even lying down. And where's my duck? The nice yellow squishy one.
Kyoya gave a start. His analytical mind immediately told him that this was not his bed and he was not at home with his duck. In fact, he seemed to leaning against a pillar with commoners bustling all around him. It seemed like a shopping mall, one of the places that commoners went to, well, shop.
Like I will ever even step into such a place, he mused.
…
Wait. He was in a shopping mall.
A commoners' shopping mall.
Kyoya was never a morning person. Whenever he woke up, his brain never seemed to start working immediately. Today was no exception. The fact that he did not wake up in his own bed did nothing to remedy the problem.
What am I doing here? How did I even get here? Kyoya was puzzled, and he was rarely puzzled. The last time he was puzzled was when he woke up to find the entire host club sleeping all over him. What he did after he regained his state of mind was definitely not pretty. Kyoya waited for his brain to start feeding him hints on how he landed himself in such a place, while settling back against the extreme discomfort of the pillar.
Then it struck him.
The sight of his face turning black and curse words spewing out of Kyoya's mouth would be hilarious. If not for the fact that Kyoya would murder anyone that even attempted a giggle, and that there was no one around to recognize Kyoya but himself. The idea of laughing at himself did not even cross Kyoya's mind as he mentally skewered Tamaki over and over again.
He would pay for this, Kyoya swore. That irritating, nonsensical, git would pay. No matter how blond his hair was, how pretty his eyes twinkled, how disarming his smile was, Tamaki would pay.
Kyoya blinked again. Did he just compliment Tamaki? When he was cursing him?
My brain must be still malfunctioning, Kyoya's eyes widened in disbelief. There was absolutely no way that he just thought of Tamaki as pretty. Tamaki was the very guy he wanted to kill at his moment!
Except for the time when he first saw Tamaki. He had seemed like a god then, bestowing everyone else with his presence, smiling as if he or she was the most important person to him.
Except for the time when he arrived at his home later than Tamaki did, for some reason or another. He thought that Tamaki looked just like an adorable, charming angel that descended from the sky.
Except for the time when he woke up with the host club all over him and subconsciously brushed his fingers through Tamaki's hair gently. It has seemed so smooth.
Even as Kyoya stood there reminiscing, his right hand twitched, as if desiring to run itself through Tamaki's hair again.
Kyoya shook his head sharply. No. This was not right. Tamaki was just his best friend. Nothing more. Besides, Tamaki really was pretty, and it was not like Tamaki found him attractive too.
Pushing aside disturbing thoughts of Tamaki from his brain, Kyoya was determined to resolve whatever problem the thought of Tamaki had brought had later. Tamaki could wait for all he cared.
But he did not know, that in fact, he cared, a great deal.