To the guest- Okay. Whatever. I don't know if you're flaming or not, but okay. That isn't gonna stop me..
Kyoya had left Ouran for home-schooling around four or five weeks ago. Well... That's as far as Tamaki knew. Whenever he went over to talk and visit his lover, he was always forced to leave early! By Kyoya's own father, who he had rarely seen before. Now it seemed that Yoshio never left Kyoya's side! What was going on?! He left the Third Music Room and ordered his driver to take him to Kyoya's. He was getting answers. Today! "Master Tamaki, should I wait here?" The driver asked, knowing Tamaki will probably be kicked out in twenty minutes. "No. I'm staying today." The driver nodded and let Tamaki walk off. The blonde sighed and gritted his teeth. Let's do this.
Kyoya had spent the whole day lounging around. He never did anything anymore. He looked at his stomach and sighed. It wasn't too big, only an extra layer of chub, but nothing else. Good. He was currently in the Library(A/N: Because every mansion has to have a freaking library, okay.) tucked away in the corner. An open book sat in his lap. But he wasn't in the mood to read Harry Potter right now, despite it being his favorite book series. He was looking out the window. He really needed to tell Tamaki... And soon. "Master Kyoya?" A maid peeked in and smiled. "Yes Yukimi?" He asked gently. "Mr. Tamaki is here." She bowed. "Ah? Send him in." Kyoya was given and nod and a bow before Yukimi surprised off.
Tamaki walked through the door not a minute later. "Kyoya. We're talking. Now." He demanded, eyes flashing. Kyoya sighed. "Fine but not much I am quite tire-"
"You're always tired. You never talk to me or anyone else and when is the last time you went outside. What is going on?" Kyoya sat stunned before rising and beginning to walk out. "It's nothing." Tamaki felt rage build. "IT'S NOTHING?! Kyoya! I'm worried and scared about you! Please please please, let me in." The French-Japanese teen begged. "Tamaki! I don't need your sympathy."
"I'm talking to you as your best friend and boyfriend. Kyoya-" His voice faded as he noticed Kyoya was.. Crying? What?! Kyoya Ohtori never cried! Ever! Even when he fell down half of the stairs because his glasses were broken. "Kyoya?!" Tamaki scooped his lover into his arms. Kyoya was a little by more chubby than usual... "Kyoya, Angel, Sweet, ma cherie, what's wrong?" Tamaki use every pet name he knew Kyoya liked. Kyoya sniffled and almost smacked himself. Why was he so emotional?! Stupid freakin hormones!
"Tamaki... I-I'm-I'm... Pregnant."
The word rang in the air. Tamaki blinked. "What? Kyoya, that's-that's..." He didn't know what to say. He wanted to know how, but. Holy. Shit. He was going to be a Father! His- oh shit- How?! He didn't care. He kissed away Kyoya's tears. "Hey. This is great. We'll get to be Parents. Real parents. We can do this. It'll be okay." Kyoya sighed and he curled into his lover's chest. Tamaki stroked his hair calmly. "You do realize you're showing slightly though.." He smiled. Kyoya nodded. He sighed.
"What's wrong? Is anything wrong?!" Tamaki asked and Kyoya shoved him slightly. "Tamaki! I'm going to be bloated and my ankles are going to swell and my back is going to ache! I'm going to be tired and ugh!" Kyoya whimpered. He frowned as Tamaki smiled softly. "I know something about that... You're going to look beaitiful carrying my child. I can massage your feet and back and I can pamper you. I'll do whatever you need. I will be able to kiss your belly too." Tamaki swooped down like an idiot and kissed Kyoya's covered stomach with a stupid smile. Kyoya gave a soft smile.
Tamaki helped Kyoya up and the two went to sit on the comfortable window seat. Kyoya was tucked against Tamaki's side, legs folded. Tamaki chuckled at the words 'Harry Potter und der Orden des Phönix' The German Edition of Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix. Tamaki was glad Kyoya was still studying his favorite subject. Of course, Kyoya never gave up and that made Tamaki admire him. Plus, German is a hard language to learn and Tamaki much preferred French... The Language of Love! "Wait- Kyoya. I am the other father. Correct?" The blonde looked at the other teen. "Yeah." Tamaki paled. "Your sister and Father are going to murder me." Kyoya chuckled. "No. I won't let them. Our child must have both parents."
Of course, Yoshio walked into the library. "What is going on?" He asked softly. "I told him." Kyoya answered. "Ah. Tamaki, may I please have a word?" Yoshio watched as Tamaki let go of his son and walked over. "My office." Tamaki walks out as Yoshio asks his youngest a question. He receives a nod and begins to follow the blonde teen. He thought back; he had become awfully protective of Kyoya... It seemed like he was trying to make up for 10 years of nothing. Tamaki stepped into the office and sat as Yoshio swept into the room. "Tamaki, I need major reassurance that you will be the best father. I can tell Kyoya can't do this without you."
Tamaki blinked. He had never seen this side of the Ohtori father. Yoshio was always cold and locked out; it's where Kyoya got it. But Tamaki nodded anyway. Kyoya... meant the world to him. "I can't be so sure with you, Suoh. You're a teenage." Yoshio eyed the blonde, his protective fatherly side cutting in and his glasses getting the classic tint. He would never let his youngest get hurt. "I will be the best father I can, Mr. Ohtori." Tamaki looked him dead in the eye. "I would never hurt Kyoya. Ever." Yoshio nodded. "I'll trust you this once, Suoh. Hurt him once... I hope you have a passport." That's where Kyoya apparently got that from as well...
