Notes: Wooooooooo! So I was at a con, right, and I got to sit WITH (a cosplayer) KYOUYA AT AN OURAN TEA EVENT. I nearly collapsed. Especially when he put his arm around me to take a picture. !! It was soooo awesome. dies
I decided not to tell the guy cosplaying Kyouya that I have little fantasies about him fucking Tamaki. It seemed…inappropriate. XD
cough Uh, yeah. Reality. So, this is Chapter Seven, as you can full well see, and we're drawing the story to a close here. It's all coming full circle. I'll try to wrap up as many loose ends as I can, ne? One more chapter after this!!
...I couldn't do it. I couldn't make Kyouya uke. I couldn't force myself. I really did try. I tried so many times. I wrote it eight different ways. Eight! But he still had to be seme. sigh Oh dear god. :3 Sorry, guys, if it looks as if Kyou-chan's a uke in the beginning. When it came time…well, yeah. Heh.
Disclaimer: If I owned Ouran, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. This stuff would be fact. (Did I mention that I got to sit with a Kyouya??)
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"Kyouya."
"Nnngh."
"Kyouya!"
"Mmmph."
"Kyouyaaaaaa!"
Kyouya wearily opened his eyes. Blurry light filtered through his lashes and it took him a second to realize what he was looking at. His eyebrows contracted as he realized Tamaki was mere inches from his own face. With one deft movement, the blonde was tossed out of the room – forcefully..
"Tamaki!" he moaned. "Don't get that close to me in the morning."
Not worth mentioning my emotional reaction to his…nearness.
Four hours later, Kyouya woke to own accord. He rolled over, trying to dispel the last dregs of sleep from his brain, when his gaze yet again fell on his friend.
"…"
"Kyou-chan?"
"…"
Tamaki cocked his head to one side. "What's wrong, Kyou-chan?"
Kyouya only shook his head.
"Well, then, say something," Tamaki mumbled sullenly.
Kyouya snorted. "You deserve it. You woke me up at what, six?"
He regretted his completely rash and anger-driven statement as Tamaki's eyes filled with tears.
"Kyou-chaaan's mad at me."
"No, Tamaki, I'm not."
"You think I'm an idiot."
"Yes, I do."
Tamaki took a deep breath and glowered at his friend.
Kyouya crossed to his friend and patted his blonde hair. As the fine locks slipped between his fingers, he realized – painfully – how he was practically nude.
"Tamaki, leave and let me get dressed."
"Can't I just stay here?"
Kyouya felt heat flood his face
"No. Get. Out."
Tamaki gracefully lifted himself from the bed and went to the door. As it shut behind him, Kyouya thought he heard his friend chuckle, but assumed he had imagined it.
More like a heartfelt sob, he thought.
Once dressed, Kyouya left his room. Barely making it into the hall, he was nearly pushed over by a massive blonde blur attacking him.
"What! TAMAKI!"
Tamaki laughed as he hugged the more-than-startled Kyouya.
"Sorry, Kyou-chan, but I couldn't help myself."
Kyouya breathed in slowly, maintaining composure.
"Fine," he said. "Just get off me."
Tamaki sighed and let go. Kyouya absently rubbed his arms where Tamaki had grabbed him, trying to dispel the tingle that flitted across the surface of his skin.
"What are we going to do today?"
Tamaki waggled his eyebrows. "We're not doing anything. I'm sending you out for the day."
"What?"
"I've got something I've gotta do," he grinned.
Kyouya didn't say anything.
"You woke me up…to send me out of the house."
Tamaki nodded and gave his friend a little push. "I'll see you later, then! Don't come back for a few hours."
Kyouya was then pushed out the front door, which closed behind him with a sharp snap.
"The idiot," Kyouya said, trying to sound like he didn't care. Even if he did.
His day turned out to be rather productive. He purchased presents for the entire Host Club, which consisted of a box of French pastries for Hunny-senpai, a matching set of "I Paris" t-shirts for the twins, and a rather obnoxious snow globe for Haruhi. He couldn't decide on something for Mori-senpai, but that was probably only because he didn't say much anyway.
He sighed quietly, ignoring the stares of girls – and guys – who passed him by.
"You're brooding, Kyouya-sama," Tachibana said from behind a telephone pole.
Kyouya glanced up absently, not even realizing that his bodyguard had been following him.
Well, of course he would have been.
"So?"
"So, why don't you jut go back?"
Kyouya didn't say anything.
"I mean, it wouldn't hurt just to – "
"There's nothing I can do," Kyouya said quietly. "He's got his mother, his friends, his inheritance…there's really nothing I can do."
"I think you're wrong, but suit yourself."
Kyouya glared up at the man, hating his bodyguard's insight into such situations.
"Just go."
Kyouya sighed again, and nodded.
Upon reaching the house, he steeled his resolve and walked through the front door.
I'm gonna tell him.
He clenched one fist tightly, and walked up the stairs, making his way to the room Tamaki was staying in. His heart was in his mouth, and he thought the sheer fear he felt was fear of rejection, but was also fear of reciprocation. He was getting himself into a situation that could jeopardize his entire Ootori legacy. Just as he reached for the doorknob, however, he heard his friend speak, his voice muffled through the door.
"…finished it."
"Oh, I'd love to listen…" his mother replied.
"No…kaa-san, but this one's for..."
Tamaki's mother chuckled.
"So you are in love with..."
Kyouya froze, hand hovering above the knob.
"…I guess I am."
"That's good...I think you suit..."
"Really!?"
"… I do."
"…we're different. I'm so…passionate, while…focused."
Is he talking about…Haruhi?
"I think…wrong."
"What?"
"…you both…equally passionate."
"Hmm."
"You'll see."
"I hope so."
"…loves you too."
"I know."
"Are you…take action soon?"
"… tonight."
"Good luck!"
"Arigato."
Kyouya turned and walked back to his room, not wanting to talk to Tamaki anymore.
So he is in love with Haruhi. Why didn't he say so? It's not like I'd…I'd care…
To his utter horror, two tears fell from the corners of his eyes, hitting the floor.
He leaned against the bedroom door and slid down, sitting on the floor. He buried his face in the crook of one arm, rested on a knee, and silently let tears trace unknown paths down his cheeks.
I hate this.
"Hey, Kyouya!!"
Tamaki opened the bedroom door, poking his head inside.
"What, Tamaki?" Kyouya say on his bed, tapping away on his laptop.
"Can you come here for a minute?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"I SAID NO, TAMAKI!"
Tamaki looked taken aback at his friend's tone.
"Kyyouuuu-chaaaann's mad at me again!"
Kyouya didn't say anything, and Tamaki stopped bawling crocodile tears.
"Are…you okay?"
Kyouya took a long, deep breath."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Please go."
But Tamaki would have none of that.
"I want you to come with me," he said, and took Kyouya's laptop, closing it and placing it on the bed.
"…Tamaki…"
"Come!" Tamaki grabbed Kyouya's hand and gracefully guided him out of the room. Kyouya couldn't help but follow.
Damn his hosting talents.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see."
Within a few moments, Tamaki had drawn his friend into a large, circular room. In the center, underneath a golden chandelier, a white grand piano sat.
Kyouya didn't say anything.
"Sit, Kaasan."
Kyouya looked up sharply at the blonde, aware of the playful title.
Tamaki smiled warmly, and Kyouya couldn't help but wonder…hope…but no. That was ridiculous.
Tamaki walked with al his grace and charm over to the piano and sat. Kyouya realized that he was wearing a fitted black tailcoat. He couldn't help but smirk. Tamaki, no matter the situation, would always dress up for a recital.
Flexing his fingers, Tamaki placed them on the white, shining keys, and began to play.
Within seconds, Kyouya was enraptured.
As Tamaki's long, pale hands floated over the keys, a soft melody echoed through the belly of the piano, beginning soft, then harmonizing in the lower and higher ranges. The song was so complex, so contrasting, that Kyouya couldn't help but lose himself in the music. There was a solid, stable chord; one that was played over and over and over. But then Tamaki's other hand would play something impossibly high, and then something impossibly low. The song was so familiar, so comfortable, that Kyouya began to relax.
There's a…sweetness to the song, Kyouya thought. But then there's a deep sadness, too.
He thought it was over too soon.
Tamaki stared at the keys for a minute, and then turned to look at him. But…this time, Kyouya felt really looked at. Not just glanced at, not just looked at during a conversation. It felt as if Tamaki's violet eyes were drilling holes through his own. He held the gaze.
"Did you like it?" Tamaki finally asked.
"It was…" Kyouya paused, mulling over words in his mind, "stunning. Perfection. Beautiful."
He was expecting Tamaki to smile and giggle, joy at Kyouya's praise openly playing across his face. He was expecting Tamaki to – quite possible – throw his arms around him. What he was not expecting, however, were Tamaki's next words.
"It's for you."
"..what?"
"I wrote it…for you."
Kyouya wasn't able to ay anything for a few minutes. His chest had tightened.
"…for me?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
Tamaki reddened slightly, and Kyouya was startled. His shoulders stiffened with apprehension.
If it was possible, Tamaki's face reddened even more. He took a breath. "Kyouya…I…I love you."
Kyouya's heart stopped.
"You…love me?"
"Yeah."
He couldn't move. Couldn't think. The pounding in his ears was so great, the blood rushing through his head was nearly too much to bear.
Tamaki crossed over to where Kyouya stood, and kissed him.
The raven-haired teen wasn't able to respond, his body in utter shock from the contact. He wanted to return the kiss, to lean into Tamaki and deepen the somewhat clumsy kiss into something much more passionate.
Just do it, you idiot!
He had just, just begun to press into the kiss, when the power went out. Tamaki pulled away, breaking the contact. Kyouya blinked in the darkness, grateful for its cover.
"Dammit," Tamaki said. "This wasn't supposed to happen…oh dear…Kyouya…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…"
Kyouya made up his mind.
"If you don't…I'm sor-"
Kyouya leaned in and kissed his friend mid-sentence.
Tamaki stiffened in surprise, and then responded. He took a small step closer, wrapping his arms around Kyouya's slim waist; their bodies flush against one another. Kyouya snaked his arms around Tamaki's neck, pulling him even closer.
To his great embarrassment, Kyouya let out a long, satisfied sigh, and blushed. Tamaki giggled.