So yeah guys! I finished this next one pretty quickly but it's kind of lengthy (2k words o3o). Still, reviews are good and I'd like to know what I can improve on!
Disclaimer: Again, Bisco Hatori owns Ouran High School Host Club. I only own Tama!
Why is it so cold? Kyouya thought, stretching his hand out for his blanket. His hands only found tile so he dared pry his eyes open and realized he was on the floor. Wait, what?
He blinked, dragged himself up, and realized it was still dark outside. He rubbed his eyes and searched for his clock, then realized he had been asleep on the floor. The time told that it was nearly four in the morning, something he used to be acquainted with seeing until now.
How am I on the floor? He asked himself, sitting up and looking around the room. His pillow was on the floor not too far from him, his blanket in a jumble on the bed, the sheets looking like they had been in a fight with themselves the way they were twisted this way and that, and strangely enough his notebook rested at the edge of his bed, open with one side dangling off the bed.
Kyouya stood there, silently contemplating why his notebook would be on his bed at all; he never went to bed with anything school related nearby, it was bad for the small amount of sleep he ever got in the first place. He didn't even allow himself to keep his cell phone too close by because of it.
I know that I should have been on the bed, I even remember—Then Kyouya stopped moving, an audible hitch in his breath the last human noise he uttered for a few seconds, blinked a few times, and then fell back onto the floor with a loud THUD.
Right, he thought, covering his face with both hands as his lips twitched between a grimace and a look of utmost horror. I was up most of this past night "stabbing" my penis into… whatever the hell Tama is. Ah, fuck, I'm starting to call him by the name I gave him now. I GAVE HIM A NAME OF ALL THINGS.
The notebook suddenly fell onto the floor and Kyouya sat upright in a flash, ready to find a knife or a lighter anywhere near his person to throw at it. It appeared to be nothing serious though; it had just fallen off the bed and lay there with the contents open.
It's not turning into Tama? He stood back up and then hesitantly picked up the notebook. The contents were almost the same as they had been the night before: full of predictions of revenue for the host club that Kyouya had not written himself but lacking the explicitly detailed dream much to his honest joy. What on earth is going on?
Then words suddenly appeared on the previously empty pages and Kyouya almost dropped the notebook like he'd seen a flying cockroach on fire.
So what did you think of tonight's performance?
Kyouya regained what little composure he was capable of at that moment and looked at it, confused. What was Tama doing?
"Can you… hear me?" Kyouya asked the book, feeling ridiculous for doing such a thing.
Yes, I can hear you, Kyouya. I'd much rather you wrote your responses though. Wouldn't want anyone thinking you're sitting in here talking to yourself, now would you?
One of Kyouya's eyebrows twitched as he contemplated the thickness of the glass of his windows and how hard it would be to throw the notebook through one of them. Instead he calmly walked to his desk, turned on the small desk lamp, and uncapped a pen.
I'm not going to look insane because of you just yet.
That's the spirit, Kyouya darling.
I am not your darling. Kyouya retorted, becoming increasingly infuriated. What on earth are you doing to me that this keeps happening?
What exactly do you mean? Kyouya could practically hear the feigned innocence from the strange being. There are many things that I did to you earlier, though they were only in reward for what interesting things you were doing to me.
If I could set you on fire without the smoke alarm going off in here, I would. Kyouya wrote, exasperated. I meant what's happening to me that I keep blacking out and not remembering anything until after I wake up a few hours later?
Excuse me, I was laughing a little bit. Fire, of all things, does nothing to my exterior or interior. As for the blacking out, I have a feeling it's just your conscience. I do nothing to cause them; I simply let you explore me in whatever ways please the both of us the most.
How does that even fit into this? Kyouya asked. And why aren't you out here in your bodily form?
Oh, do you miss me already? ;D
I'm going to throw this notebook out the window if you can't be even moderately serious with me.
Party pooper, aren't we now? :P
Did you really just write two faceys in a row? Kyouya didn't know whether or not the window was good enough. Maybe he could just put each page into the paper shredder he had.
How am I going to communicate with you if you can't even take a crack at having a sense of humor?
Please get to the point here. That paper shredder is suddenly looking awfully useful.
Alright fine, GEEZ. First, your mind must have an incredibly powerful reason for having you suddenly not remember having the fiery-depths-of-hell-hot passionate sex we had not too long ago.
I'm seriously going to throw you into a shredder on fire.
Well it really is the reason you don't remember after a certain point, I'm sure.
Alright then, what about the second question? If you're some supernatural being then don't you have the ability to just change form whenever you want?
Wonderful imagination, you have, Kyouya. Not only can you do so many things with a person's body but you think I'm an all-powerful, supernatural demigod! You must really like me! ;D
Stop using the faceys, it's ridiculous.
NO! It's fun! D:
Then Kyouya stopped for a moment before he continued writing, suddenly reminded of someone. He shook his head, driving the thoughts away as quickly as possible.
Thinking about someone special, Kyouya?
In what way does that answer my question?
I'm an incubus, there I said it. Now, who were you thinking about? I love to get into the hairs of those that I choose to play with here on Earth.
What does that even mean?
Suddenly Kyouya's vision became nothing but white, a light so piercing he didn't know if he'd be knocked out again or if Tama was changing form. When he blinked and opened his eyes fully again, he realized it was the latter… sort of.
There sat Tama, dark skin, waving tail, and green shorts but only about six inches tall. All of the frustration and anger that Kyouya had been developing up until now dissipated as he fell out of his chair in a fit of silent giggles.
THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS! He thought as he clutched his side and struggled to cover his mouth as he curled into the fetal position. SINCE WHEN DO I SILENTLY GIGGLE?
"That looks like a wonderful position down there Kyouya," Tama said, sneering from atop the desk when Kyouya snapped his head back up. "I might have to try that out at some point."
"Alright, I'm done," Kyouya said, remembering how to breathe. "What on earth happened to you that you can only look like… this?"
Tama shrugged as Kyouya sat up on the floor, then his dark cheeks blushed and he smiled up at Kyouya. "I only get stuck in this form when I'm exhausted. No one's ever been able to do this to me before. I'm quite impressed."
Kyouya's mouth hung open, confused. Then he remembered the reason he was talking to Tama.
"What are you, exactly?" he asked. "I mean, you said something about being an incubus?"
Tama sat down and motioned for Kyouya to follow suit, as if this were a grand tale. Kyouya didn't protest though and sat in front of the small figure that was now Tama.
"I am indeed an incubus," he said, tail waving back and forth behind him, eyes glowing in anticipation. "I survive on your unsaid needs, your most secret wishes, your carnal desires. What I've decided to do though is see to it that sex is still very much… important to you humans. So, in a manner of speaking, I go around 'matchmaking' for the lot of you, so that you might come together and satisfy yourselves. Lately though, I had been sensing an extremely high need for satisfaction. I went looking for it and I found you."
"Wait, wait," Kyouya stopped him, head spinning in all directions. "You're running around making people want to have sex with each other so you can go fuck up their relationships later by having sex with them again?"
"Oh, on the contrary my dear," Tama smiled again, a most devilish and sensual smile. "They always think it's a dream, they never remember every last bit like you've managed to. When they wake up they think that the dream was with the person they feel they need, so they go and 'reconcile' if you know what I mean. I don't even try to wipe your memory; again, the memory loss is all on you. It's one of the things that I find, I suppose, interesting about you."
He then stared at Kyouya, stopping him from saying anything for a moment because of the colossal intensity. Kyouya was stuck staring back at him, confused as to why he suddenly couldn't tear his gaze away from those now-tiny dark eyes.
"I see," Tama murmured, standing up and still holding Kyouya's gaze. "Very interesting."
He then sprouted small black wings, his eyes turned completely red, and he floated up to Kyouya's eye level, practically scaring the sanity right back out of the poor young man but he seemed to not have any say in the movements of his body.
"You're absolutely obsessed with someone," Tama said, touching the bridge of Kyouya's nose and staring intently into his left eye. "And he's a blond by the looks of it, too. He's returning the emotions and he wants to consummate but you're afraid of something, no, someone, wait, no… many people. A body of authority stands between you two in your eyes but he doesn't seem to care all that much and that might be due to ignorance or just plain hormones."
Kyouya blinked and tore himself away, standing and backing away from the small, dark figure. "What did you just do to me?"
"I was just trying to figure out what it was that you've been wanting so badly as of late," Tama answered, pouting and flying back to Kyouya's eye level but stayed a small distance away from him, eyes returned to dark black. "Why on earth do you humans let some imaginary authorities ruin your relationships? It even makes you write some seriously ridiculous stories."
"In no way is it that easy!" Kyouya exclaimed, keeping his voice down. "Tamaki and I are in high positions in our families, whether we feel like we are or not. I can't let him get in trouble because of a person he wants and in fact doesn't entirely require to keep living!"
At that point Kyouya couldn't stop, he didn't know what had come over him but he kept going, his face becoming warm, flushing.
"I may want Tamaki, he may want me, but I can't let that happen. We'd both be disowned and I refuse to let his life come to that. All that counts is that he's happy, taken care of, and that he never has to suffer the ridicule that follows a young man of high status in school because of his sexual preference!"
When he stopped, Tama burst into a puff of grey-purple smoke. Kyouya stumbled backwards onto the bed sitting down, covering his eyes and nose with a hand, the other behind him to steady his fall. When he opened one eye he realized Tama was kneeling next to him at the foot of the bed, tail limp on the ground and wings gone. He looked up at Kyouya with the strangest look, but before Kyouya could register it one of Tama's hands went to his forehead and everything became fuzzy and blurry.
"Sleep," was the last thing he heard.
Derp? I'm having far too much fun with this or something xD I haven't written in so long... it kind of hurts my brain.