A/N: Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen... Ellie Goulding, it has to be said, did an amazing of Elton John's Your Song. Undeniable.

That's not the point. Another short, sweet drabble - main pairing are most likely some small mentionings of TamaxHaru, a little KaoxMei if you really squint... I don't know. Tamaki's POV, sort of.

#2: Love

"Kyouya?" The blonde stretched out on the gilded lounger, balancing his cheek on his hand. The dark-haired boy looked up from his stiff set, his hand paused as a pen hover above his notepad.

"Yes?" The syllable was short, clipped - he was used to Tamaki's various queries.

"Have you..." He paused, bit his lip for a second. After confirming that Kyouya was seconds away from going back to his work, he blurted out, "Have you ever been in love?"

Kyouya put down his pen, then turned in his chair to face a curious Tamaki. "What's love to me?" he asked. His voice wasn't exactly cold, but more...detatched. "Exactly why would it matter to someone like me?"

Tamaki pouted. "Kyouya!" he whined. "That's silly! Love matters to everyone!" Clenching his fist, he added, "You'll find your love one day!"

Kyouya raised a sceptical eyebrow and asked, "Are you saying I haven't?"

Tamaki's mouth dropped open, his eyes widening, as he stared at Kyouya in shock. "No," he exclaimed, jolting upright. "Kyouya, you didn't tell me? I thought you were my friend!"

Kyouya rolled his eyes. "Why are you acting like a girl?" he muttered. As Tamaki continued to give him the puppy eyes, he finally said, "Tamaki, of course I haven't fallen in love."

"Oh..." Tamaki sat for a second, clearly thinking, before saying, "Then we have to find you someone to love, right?"

"Wrong."

"Kyouya, you know you want to."

"You know I don't."

"But why not?"

"Because," Kyouya announced, carrying on despite the fact that this would - at least temporarily - break Tamaki's heart, "I have a business to take over. I'm here to learn, not get caught up with conceited girls and silly dreams."

"Oh, but Kyouya..." Tamaki leaned further back on the sofa, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why wouldn't Kyouya want to be in love? Love was a wonderful thing - at least, that was what his mother had always told him. "That's such a shame."

"It really isn't." Casting a glance to his mourning friend, he continued, "Why do you raise the subject, hm?"

"I don't know..." Tamaki mumbled. "I was thinking about Haruhi - we had the best conversation about peasant wagons today! - and then I just thought..." He shrugged.

Kyouya tried to not roll his eyes at his friend's blatant obliviousness. It was almost ridiculous. "You don't find it strange how you think of Haruhi and then you think of love?"

Tamaki stared, wide-eyed, at Kyouya for a second. After a few minutes of gawping, his face lit up. "Of course!" he exclaimed. "A father's love!"

Kyouya couldn't supress the urge to roll his eyes this time. "Make what you will of it..." he muttered, returning back to his work.

A/N: Wow. Short. I know. Duuude, reviews? I got none, I mean babes, where's the love, yeah?

Whatever, love Kyouya and Tamaki. They are such babes. In a non-yaoi way. Ew, much? And no HikaHaru either, thanks.

Soo...it's snowing :3 best thing in the world LOL JK everyone gets to skive off school except me cause I live too close and it's totally freezing. Getting some Hunters, though. They're top wellies :) way better than the average...others. Cheapskates ;)

Love you guys! Possibly... Sort of... Well, whatever, ily :) Reviews go a long way ;) (to my ego). I KNOW this is utterly short, but don't kill me yet, kay? :)