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SS- :grins: I've another chapter for the people! Holla!! Thank you to flameblessed, knifebladenails, and TooSweet4Words for reviewing. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club and all affiliated characters belong to Bisco Hatori-shishou, no matter how much I may wish otherwise.

WARNING: Strong hinting towards yaoi in the beginning, so those who don't like it, really don't need to read it. Some WAFF-ish behavior as well.

Rating: M

Title: Portrait of Takashi

Something was on Kyoya's chest. His chocolate brown eyes opened lazily and smirked at the sight before him. Something large, blond, and incredibly adorable was sleeping on Kyoya's chest, with a raging erection pressed into Kyoya's thigh. The shadow king sighed lightly, knowing that Tamaki was most likely dreaming of Haruhi and would never accept his best friend's affection. His ears pricked up at the murmuring that accompanied a low moan.

"Kyoya...harder! Please!"

Hm. Maybe it wasn't as hopeless as Kyoya believed. Resting his hands on the swell of the ass above him, Kyoya fell asleep once more, plotting out ways to jump Tamaki without seeming like a complete boor. His beautiful king would get everything that he dreamed of...and more.

An annoying sound pierced Haruhi's poor ears. She bolted up on the couch, slapping at her wrist. The noise stopped. Looking around blearily, she tried to remember what the hell she was doing at school at ten-thirty at night. Why were the boys all asleep? And...was that Kyoya? Smiling? With Tamaki on top of him? The first-year chuckled silently, taking out a small camera to capture the precious sight when she remembered what she had done.

Shrugging, Haruhi pocketed the camera, happy with the pictures. They would go excellently with her 'A Quiet Love' collection. She decided to make some tea and warm some of those little éclairs by Hunny. She felt a little hungry having worked through dinner. Would tomorrow be Sunday? She couldn't remember, but she thought it was. Maybe she would go visit Umehito and Kirimi. She hadn't seen the little girl in nearly two weeks, and she remembered that Umehito said that his parents wanted to talk to her as well. Wow.

The teakettle was whistling cheerily; Haruhi hastened to take it off the burner, hoping that no-one had woken. She glanced around, sighing in relief when she found them all still snoozing. Good gracious, she was beginning to believe that those boys could sleep through kamikaze storm! Which actually gave her an idea for a painting that Miss Renge had commissioned her to do, involving that Kings' Hearts game, or whatever it was. Kingdom Hearts, that's it!

She mulled over this new angle while her peppermint tea steeped. She would have to see images of the game characters, because the fan-girl wanted the guys to have the characters clothes, but it might work. They'd all be sleeping on a boat, floating in the calm blue waters with dolphins gamboling about. Haruhi was tempted to stage little pairings, but decided that she'd rather not mess with fate. Miss Renge had been placed in the strictest confidence, but the girl was a notorious gossip, and gossips always slipped up at some point.

It was peaceful in a way, just sitting here and looking out over her sleeping boys fondly. Was this what it felt like to be a mother? It was a good feeling. Granted, most parents wouldn't drug their children for the sake of art, but Haruhi had never been accepting of being grouped with 'most anyone'. She was content in knowing that there wasn't anyone else quite like her out there.

Haruhi enjoyed reading American literature and listening to rock, from the classic U2 and Green Day, to the newer My Chemical Romance and Panic! at the Disco. She listened to some strange music, but it was always good! Not always tasteful, and certainly not anything that Tamaki thought she should listen to, but that was her in a nutshell. She really enjoyed those guys from that "blue collar comedy" show, especially Ron White, but it was Lewis Black who made her laugh the most. That man was wonderfully sarcastic, and most of his jokes had an uncanny sense of accuracy. . .

Hanging around Hunny had given her a sweet tooth she'd never had before. Oh, she didn't exist on the contemptible things the way the bubbly third-year did, but she didn't find herself turning them down when offered. She had turned away from the éclairs in favor of a chicken salad sandwich, to be followed by a canolli. She'd become hooked on them after something Kaoru had said. She couldn't remember what, but it was something that he'd said about something or other.

Thinking of the younger twin, she turned at the sound emanating from that direction. The immaculately dressed young man was sitting up and rubbing his eyes blearily. To Haruhi's amusement, Kaoru yawned, much like a cat after a nap, and laid his head on his brother's stomach. It was extremely comfortable.

That is, comfortable until he realized that Haruhi was snickering from behind him. He didn't realize why she was so amused; he and Hikaru were quite affectionate with each other, even after Host Club was done for the day. Especially after Host Club was done for the day. No shows to perform for anybody but themselves, or Haruhi, if she would just ask, but that was all beside the point. The point was that. . .what was his point? Better sleep on it.

Haruhi observed in bemused fascination as Kaoru looked back at her blearily, then snuggled back into his twin's abdomen. Next to Kyoya and Tamaki, the twins were her favorite platonic interest. She'd just. . .taken to them. They were interesting to be around, and she knew that she had become somewhat of a plaything for them. Plus there was the added bonus of driving Tamaki crazy simply by being in the same class as them. And they were as sweet as hell when they wanted to be.

Haruhi's cell phone (given to her by the twins) vibrated, causing her to squeak. She took it out and saw that it was a text message from Umehito. It simply read, 'You coming tomorrow?'. . . What was tomorrow? Sunday? Quickly she typed back, 'Yeah. Kasonoda-kun and Tetsuya-kun will be there, right?' and sent it off. A cursory check at the time let her know that it was indeed time to wake the boys up and send them home, but who to wake up first? Hunny was dangerous to wake up, as were Kyoya and Hikaru, but Kyoya was in a precarious position, one that the twins would no doubt try to exploit if they woke up before him. Yes, it would have to be Kyoya.

And as she moved about to wake the terrifying shadow king, Haruhi had no clue that she was being watched.

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