Upward Evolution


Afternoon


They were the last ones left in the Third Music Room. Haruhi had scampered off quickly once her duties were over. Hikaru and Kaoru had followed her, and without Kyouya's discretion Tamaki probably would have followed as well. Mori and Honey had left, with Honey chatting about cake and Usa-chan and cake. Mori had closed the door behind them, cutting off Honey's excited tones.

Kyouya sat at his usual table, typing efficiently on his laptop, one eye observing Tamaki who was reclining on a chaise. Sighing. Kyouya resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"What is it Tamaki?" Kyouya asked, still typing. It had been long ago that he had achieved the skill of talking and typing at the same time.

"Oh," Tamaki paused, lifting his arms so that were bathed in the warm, yellow light of the afternoon. "Do you think things, everything, is going too fast?"

"Everything?" Kyouya repeated.

"Yes," Tamaki sat up, walking over to Kyouya. With a couple buttons pressed, his work was saved and the screen of the laptop was lowered. Tamaki placed his hands on Kyouya's shoulders, he leaned forward, warm puffs of air hitting Kyouya's ear. It was tickled Kyouya. "Honey and Mori will be graduating soon, they won't be a part of the Host Club. It's changing."

Again, was left unspoken.

"They will leave a void in our customer base, that is true," Kyouya murmured. Tamaki was now embracing Kyouya, and Kyouya was trying not to tense.

"Other than that," Tamaki insisted.

Kyouya turned, pushing himself out of Tamaki's hug. He stood up, looking up at Tamaki. He stepping forweard, placing a hand on Tamak's wrist so he couldn't back away. Kyouya took another step closer to Tamaki. Their bodies were touching in some places, sending shivers down Tamaki's spine.

"Things are changing," Kyouya said softly. Tamaki nodded unsteadily. "It doesn't mean," Kyouya brushed his lips against Tamaki's, "That it is all bad."

Tamaki froze, his expression lost. For a moment, Kyouya questioned if this was the right time. Then, Tamaki brought his arms closely around Kyouya, bringing him closer. Kyouya let himself be taken into that embrace, resting his hands on Tamak's back. It felt good to have another, Tamaki's, body against his own.

"I guess not," Tamaki muttered, a hint of a smile in his tone. Kyouya quirked his lips, letting out a husky chuckle.