Title: A Lonesome Song (I just realized that the title in the previous chapters' headers weren't the actual title...heheh)
Rating: Teen (Lemon in later chapters, so I'll mature it then!)
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. Plus, it gives the viewer a chance to hear – and relish – the characters' voices!!)
P.O.V: Kyouya 3
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. As of now, Kyouya and Tamaki have made it to France. They are staying in a five-star hotel, where Kyouya becomes very nervous. After almost kissing Tamaki, he runs into the bathroom, tormented by his own feelings. What happens next?
Parings: Tama/Kyou
Author's Note: I'm SO SORRY for the lack of updates! I'm really, really trying. I promise. I had a death in the family, so it's been hard. : Thank you so much for the reviews and urgings! I'll be writing more now.
Disclaimer: If I owned Ouran, my name would be Bisco Hatori, and I'd be uber famous.
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Chapter Four
When Kyouya emerged from the bathroom, he found Tamaki gone, and a note on the nightstand.
"Okaa-san—I went to find the piano downstairs. Come looking for me after your shower, if you want.—Tamaki"
"Thank God," Kyouya said aloud, and sat on the bed in relief.
He hadn't wanted to be enclosed in a small (well, not that small) hotel room with Tamaki, after he'd gone and...
Kyouya automatically stopped himself from thinking the words, but then steeled himself, lowering his guard, and spoke aloud.
"...almost kissed the fool."
His shoulders drew themselves closer into his body, entirely habitually. Breathing deeply, he forced himself to relax.
"If I can't relax," he said out loud, "then I can't have him."
He made sure his hair was dry, then cleaned his glasses and put on his shoes. Checking himself in the mirror, he admired his complexion – free of all acne, of course – and straightened his Express button-down shirt. Stonewashed jeans fell from his hips seductively, and he was pleased with the ensemble.
Grabbing his cardkey, he shoved it into his pocket along with his cell phone and left the room.
I need food, he thought suddenly. I doubt they'd have nabe, though.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, he decided to take the stairs instead of wait for the elevator. He pulled open the door marked "stairs" and began to climb down.
"Hello, Hunny-senpai," Tamaki's voice rang out from the stairwell.
Kyouya stopped suddenly, paralyzed.
"Yeah, we're fine. The flight went okay. Oh, so Kyouya told you where we were going" –pause– "That makes sense. He is very intelligent."
Kyouya's breath caught.
Why is Tamaki talking to Hunny-senpai?
"Well...I called..." Tamaki's voice was getting fainter. Kyouya followed it impulsively, walking farther down the stairs.
"You see, you remember what you and I talked about before I left?"
Kyouya paused mid-step.
"Well, you were right." Tamaki's voice held a note of happiness that Kyouya couldn't place.
"I...I'm glad. I was rather worried." –another pause– "Yes, I'll do that. Arigato, Hunny-senpai."
Kyouya heard a door close, and let his shoulders relax.
What was that about?
Not letting his mind wander, Kyouya finished descending the stairs and emerged into the lobby. His mind instantly knew where to go. It wasn't hard; all he had to do was follow the music.
The grand lounge was packed with people, all staring intently at his best friend as his fingers graced the grand piano's glistening keys. Kyouya stopped at the entryway, leaning against the wall.
The music poured into his soul like water. Every muscle relaxed as the stress of his life washed away for one blissful moment, weariness spreading to the tips of his fingers. He slowly ran one hand through his fine black hair, eyes never leaving Tamaki's emotive face.
If someone could really experience the insane quantity of emotions that Tamaki did – at one time – they would understand him better. Kyouya didn't know the feeling of being emotionally overwhelmed, but he understood the feeling of trying to suppress everything, of what happened if he didn't.
As he listened to Tamaki play, he considered the merits of relaxing his standards. Not change his personality – never. He was entirely genuine when he was his Shadow King self, the cool, calculating man. But he did have other feelings too, other ways he thought of himself...
His feet propelled him to the piano, and he took his customary place in front of Tamaki, leaning on the surface. His friend didn't look up, but Kyouya knew his presence was noted. There was an essence of pure calm that enveloped them both, and before he knew it, Kyouya was smiling softly.
That caught his friend's attention. Tamaki glanced up, a small smile spreading his lips, violet eyes meeting his friend's. But it only lasted a second, Tamaki's eyes then closing as he played.
Kyouya left the room, his chest tight. He took the stairs again, climbing back up to their room. He knew Tamaki would be disappointed when he finished his minuet and realized his friend was gone, but Kyouya didn't care. He needed sleep...and time to think.
As he stripped down to just boxers and crawled into the bed – noting the thread count was impossibly high – he realized that the time to think would be much, much later. Sleep claimed him.
When he woke, Tamaki's face greeted him.
"Okaa-san!" he said happily. "Good morning!"
Kyouya glared from beneath the covers, which were pulled up to his nose.
"What time is it?"
"One," Tamaki replied.
Oh shit.
"Gomen nasai, Otou-san," Kyouya said sleepily. "I meant to get up earlier."
Tamaki beamed happily.
"That's okay!" he said. "You can get up now and we can go to the health homes in the area."
Kyouya nodded, sitting up.
"Of course."
As he got up to find clothes, he felt a warm, large hand on his bare shoulder. Goosebumps spread from the spot.
"Yes, Tamaki?"
"Are you okay?"
Why does the fool king keep asking me this?
"As I've said before," he said crisply, "I'm fine."
But Tamaki's hand didn't leave his shoulder.
"Kyouya," Tamaki's voice began, "why did you try..."
"Tamaki, let me get dressed," Kyouya's voice was sharp and unforgiving. He berated himself as he got a glimpse of Tamaki's expression in the mirror across the room. His friend's face was wrought with confusion and...pain?
Goddamnit, Ooroti, he thought.
Tamaki's hand left his shoulder and he dressed himself to the nines.
As they left the hotel for a trip to some health spas, Kyouya tried to be nicer to his friend, even apologizing for his curt tone, but Tamaki ignored him, merely commenting on how he couldn't wait to see his mother.
The first health spa turned out to be a bust. Aside from charming half of the ladies who worked there – Kyouya, too, was involved with this – and claiming their free glasses of icy lemonade, they didn't turn out any results. Tamaki's crestfallen face was enough to anger Kyouya enough to call up his men and set them on the other health spas in the area. Tamaki was slightly surprised.
"You're sending your men to help me?"
"Yes, Tamaki, of course."
Tamaki's smile wasn't missed on Kyouya this time, only overlooked.
((Sorry for the shortness. This was kind of filler-ish, eh? I'll have the next chapter up really, really soon. Probably by the end of the week. It's 6am here in New Mexico (no I don't live here; I'm on vacation), and I've been up all night. Bai bai!))