Chapter 3
"Kyoya!" Tamaki called. Kyoya's eyebrow twitched as it does every time the energetic blond's voice pierces through the air.
"I just discovered the most wonderful thing!" Tamaki cried as he skidded to a stop next to Kyoya. He held up a small box. It was filled with small erasers shaped like tiny milk cartons. "I found it at the commoner's supermarket! Isn't it so cute?!" Kyoya sighed and pushed up his glasses. "They make tiny milk for tiny animals! Or maybe they're for elves! Oh how cool would that be Kyoya?! Imagine if tiny elves were hidden everywhere giving you goodluck!"
"How do you know they give you good luck?" Kyoya interjected. He paused, he usually didn't entertain Tamaki's antics in a way that would prolong them. But he actually got a decent night's sleep because midterms were over. "For all you know they could bring you bad luck," Kyoya continued, but mentally face palmed. Now, Tamaki's never going to shut up. I guess 4 hours isn't really a decent night's sleep.
"Bad luck?! How could you Kyoya!" Tamaki looked agast. "Who do think leaves the spare change in your coat pocket for you to find?!" Kyoya opened his mouth to reply, but Tamaki cut him off. "That's right, the tiny elves!"
"Actually, that spare change is never left there on purpose," Kyoya said, popping Tamaki's happy bubble. "It's just left there by the wearer of the coat as an absence of memory." The light glinted off his glasses and Tamaki pouted.
"Then who's the tiny milk for?" Tamaki whined. Kyoya smirked. Oops. He forgot to mention something.
"That's not milk," Kyoya stated. Tamaki stared at him, uncomprehending. "It's erasers." Tamaki visibly deflated.
"What?! They why do they look like milk cartons?" Tamaki complained.
"Marketing." Was Kyoya's simple answer. Tamaki stared at the erasers as if they had committed a sin. He then grumbled incoherent words as he tossed them in the nearby garbage can and stalked away. Kyoya shook his head and, it may have been a trick of the light, but there seemed to have been a slight glimmer of a smile playing at the corners of Kyoya's lips.
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Kyoya blinked blearily and rubbed his eyes, putting his glasses on. His neck was sore from sleeping in a chair all night. He glanced across the room at the sleeping blond. It's been a week since the injury. The host club hasn't reopened since, all the members visit Tamaki at least twice a day. Kyoya barely leaves the room. He has his school work brought to the hospital so the blond is never alone. Well, Kyoya says it's to make sure the nurses don't screw up, but everyone can see through that excuse.
Kyoya releases a sigh and gets up to check on Tamaki's health. He flips through the chart to see that nothing's changed in the last 2 hours. He sits back down in the chair and slowly dozes off again.
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"Honey-senpai!" Tamaki's voice echoed down the long hallway. Mitsukuni Haninozuka turned around, his face brightening. He was just on his way to meet Takashi at his kendo class.
"Tama-chan!" He chirped, Usa-chan's plush body snug in his arms. Tamaki slowed as he approached the small senior.
"I heard it was Usa-chan's birthday!" Tamaki said brightly. Honey-senpai's face broke out into a grin.
"That's right it is!" Honey-senpai giggled. Not everybody acknowledged the pink rabbit the way Tamaki did. Tamaki smiled and pulled out a wrapped box from behind his back.
"I got this for him," he said. Honey-senpai's eyes widened and he gingerly took the present from Tamaki. When he wrestled the wrapping paper off of it, and opened the lid, he started bouncing up and down with glee. Inside was a collection of small 'Usa-chan' sized plastic foods.
"I noticed Usa-chan never seems to finish his cakes at the host club. I thought it might be because the food always gets him dirty. This way he'll stay clean!" Tamaki commented on the presents' contents brightly. Honey-senpai looked up at him happily.
"I love it! I mean he loves it! Thank you Tama-chan!" Honey-senpai was beyond happy. Tamaki's is the most considerate about his plush companion. Tamaki leaned down so he was eye-level with the bunny.
"Happy birthday Usa-chan," he said sincerely. Honey-senpai giggled. Everyone passing in the hallway smiled at the sight.
"I have to go now, see you in the host club!" Tamaki patted the smaller boy's head.
"Bye, bye!" Honey-senpai yelled after him.
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Honey-senpai roused from his afternoon nap and a chubby tears spilled down his cheek. Sniffing, he cuddled Usa-chan close and fell back into a restless sleep.
AN: So, I have a bit of inspiration for the next couple chapters, but beyond that…. oh well, I'll find some...somewhere...