Title: King and Shadow King
Rating: Mature (Lemon!)
Warnings: If you don't like Yaoi, then you're in the wrooong place, my friend. XD
Series: Ouran High School Host Club (Anime, not Manga. Leaves ends more open for opportunity. )
P.O.V: Kyouya
Summary: Angry at Tamaki's indolence in leaving the Host Club, Kyouya confronts him in the Third Music Room after the festival. What goes on from there…well, it shall unfold in due course.
Parings: Tama/Kyou
Author's Note: This takes place at the end of the anime series, after the last scene where Tamaki and Haruhi are dancing. All will be explained, I promise. : I plan to spend tons of time on this.
Disclaimer: If I owned Ouran, my name would be Bisco Hatori, and I'd be uber famous.
(((PART TWO! OH MY GAWD! coughs I'm really happy how this turned out. :D Sorry about the cliffhanger ending. XD That'll be fixed with chapter three. 3)))
Two
Over the next two days, Tamaki took refuge from his grandmother at Kyouya's house. His father having left for a business trip, Kyouya had the house to himself. This wasn't very useful to the 'furthering of their relationship,' however, because he and Tamaki were leaving in twenty-four hours.
"Tamaki," he said to his friend. "You packed yet?"
"Mmph," Tamaki grunted into his pillow.
"You're such a lazy ass. Get up and get packing."
I feel like his spouse, nagging him like this. He would never admit to himself that he liked the idea…very much so.
Kyouya ignored his sudden awareness of the situation, and turned away, throwing a red duffel bag on his bed. He felt Tamaki's eyes on him as he walked to his drawers, pulling out neatly-folded shirts and trousers, socks and underwear. He hid the underwear in between his shirts, feeling embarrassed at Tamaki being here, watching him doing normal things.
Get a grip, Ootori. It's not like he hasn't seen you meander around your room before. You're being a bigger fool than he; and that's saying something.
"What?" he asked sharply, turning on the spot to stare back at Tamaki.
"Nothing, Okasan," he replied quiescently. "I just was noticing that you're so...articulate about the way you do things."
The last thing Kyouya felt at the moment was articulate, but he assumed it was in his nature to be methodical in his preparations for anything.
"Dually noted," Kyouya muttered.
"What time does our flight leave?"
"Eleven a.m."
"That's kind of late, isn't it?"
Kyouya merely glared at his friend.
The low-blood-pressure-demon didn't like to get up early.
Tamaki laughed nervously, remembering other incidents where Kyouya had been woken up at a 'indecent' hour. "Uh, okay, that's fine with me."
Kyouya smirked behind his glasses. He relished the whirl of pleasure it gave him to outsmart people, to make them bend to his will.
"Okaa-san?" Tamaki asked suddenly.
"Yes?" ever-alert to his presence, Kyouya heard Tamaki shift positions on the bed.
"Do you think we'll find her? You knew where she was after the school trip, right?"
Kyouya turned to look at his friend, taking in his appearance. Tamaki was sitting up, legs crossed, and his violet eyes were wide with worry. Kyouya sighed.
"Yes, Tamaki, I think we'll find her, and yes, I did know where she was right after the France trip. However…" he paused. "My men who have been staying close to her in France let me know only last week that she had been moved. They didn't know where, as she was moved under the cover of night. I assume it was to take her to a place where she could meet you, since you were going with Éclair."
Tamaki grimaced at the girl's name, and then sighed, bowing his head, which he rested in one lone, slender hand. The move was graceful. Kyouya swallowed, breath held.
Stop this, he said to himself. You're being overdramatic. He schooled his expression into one of utmost calm, forcing his facial muscles to relax.
"I do think we'll find her. It can't be that hard. The Suoh family has only a few estates in France, right?"
"Yeah," Tamaki replied. "There used to be seven, but Grandmother made Father sell a few of them when I was brought here. There's only four now."
Kyouya nodded, thinking. "You'd be only allowed to stay at a Suoh mansion," he said aloud. "We might as well check the near vicinities to those mansions, since you wouldn't be allowed to go too far."
Tamaki groaned, and Kyouya looked up, surprised.
"I thought you liked being part of the Suoh family," he said.
"I do. I enjoy the meetings and the work, but…" Tamaki sighed. "I wish they'd give me a bit of freedom. At least you can travel where you want to and not get reprimanded for it."
Kyouya didn't mention to his fickle friend that he was allowed to go many places in Japan. The Host Club proved that. But he knew that if Tamaki believed that he wasn't allowed much freedom, there was really no changing that.
The idiot King.
"But it doesn't matter now," Tamaki said and met Kyouya's gaze. "I'm going whether they want me to or not."
Despite himself, Kyouya smiled.
"Alright then," he said, his voice unexpectedly soft. "But if we're going to go at all, you might want to pack."
Tamaki only grinned sheepishly.
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The trip to the airport was a daze to Kyouya. His mind blanked out the commoner's airport, the dirty carts which you paid for to push your luggage, the under-stocked vending machines, and the overly-bright women working at the counter.
His brain filtered everything out except his goal – to get to France – and Tamaki.
Tamaki, on the other hand, was so ecstatic to be at a commoner's airport. His violet eyes took in every detail, and he exclaimed aloud every ten seconds to his friend about how 'marvelous' or 'enamoring' things were.
Kyouya ignored him.
Once on the plane, Kyouya took the seat closest to the aisle, mostly from not wanting to be shut up against the grimy window. Tamaki's complaints about 'Mommy being mean and not letting Daddy sit by the window' probably had something to do with it, as well.
Kyouya fell asleep.
Tamaki prodded him awake, asking him if he wanted a drink.
Kyouya ordered a Bloody Mary. The stewardess looked at him skeptically – he didn't look twenty-one, to say the least, but Kyouya flashed her his iciest, coolest smile. She beamed at him, cheeks flushed, and went to get his drink right away. It was free of charge, as well.
Tamaki grinned. "I like it when you bring out 'Host Kyouya' when we're not at the club."
"I find it rather annoying," Kyouya grumbled.
"I think it's kind of…cool."
The Ootori mask protected Kyouya's emotions from slipping through, but inside, his heart was fluttering.
The plane descended, and Kyouya, numbed from his drink, exited as fast as possible. Tamaki was at his heels, dog-like and adorable.
Kyouya groaned inwardly.
You've just got to get over this night, he thought as they boarded a taxi and zoomed away. Then everything will be easier.
To tell the truth, Kyouya was rather nervous about the night to come. They'd obviously be staying in a hotel…together…alone. Kyouya had purposely made sure their escape from Japan wouldn't be detected too easily – hence the commoner's flight – and had booked a hotel in kind. No Ootori or Suoh mansions were going to be used on this trip. He stared out the window, silent.
Resistance failed him. His heart pounded and he stole a quick glance at Tamaki. To his horror, the blonde was staring at him, expression unfathomable. He noticed Kyouya's glance, and his eyes became questioning. Kyouya turned away quickly.
"Okaa-san?"
"What is it, Tamaki?"
"Are you okay?"
Kyouya looked back at his friend, wondering what Tamaki had seen in his face.
"I'm fine, Otou-san."
Tamaki beamed.
Kyouya silently sighed to himself and looked back out at the window, once again missing Tamaki's expression. Instead of confusion, like the last time the King's expression had been overlooked, this one was soft and sweet.
It seemed that Kyouya had miscalculated one tiny factor…