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O-ha-you! I'm at school and it's almost 10am here! Yaaay! No school tomorrow peoples!
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First reviewer:
kamiam714-...*sniff*...I really like this story...Cant wait for the next chapter~!...Chibibibibiibbi...
Tama: Thanks! Ah! Don't cry!
Kyouya: Yeah, that's his job in this chapter...
Tama: &eyes well up& Don't be so meaaan!
Kyouya: &sigh& Next is:
Xana's Devil-oh wow! this is too kawaii!
Me: Ah, yes... Thank Tama-chan for that, ne? &huggles&
Tama: &giggle& Kurumi-chan! You smell like pomegranite!
Me: That's cause I ate part of one for breakfast! Next:
Deal-wit-it-
Ha
Ha Kyouya admitted it He thinks Tamaki is Irristable.
Nobody can
escape the Uber cuteness of Tama-chan. *gives Tam-a cookie*
Kyouya: Hey... Urasai...
Tama: &eyes widen& Ah... C-cookie... &looks to Kyouya&
Kyouya: &nods& Fine
Tama: Crazy six year old attack! &attacks cookie and eats quickly, mouth full of cookie& Nexs ish:
Mizuki hikari- interesting
Me:... O...kay? Thank you! Anyway! Read my lovies! Read! Also, I own two dogs and a cat, but not this show!
Chapter 7: The Independent(kinda) 6's
Kyouya stared blankly, blindly, at his alarm clock, the blinking red letters annoying him to no end with it's high pitched shriek. Restraining himself from throwing it against the wall, he turned it off and sat up, languidly stretching before he put on his glasses. He had stopped throwing them since Tamaki always started crying afterwards. Turning to wake said chibi, he froze at what he saw.
Chibi Tamaki was hardly there anymore. His chubby features had matured slightly, his fingers slightly slender, his chin a little more defined-but not by much-, his curled up form longer, the usual sight of his thumb taking shelter between his lips gone, in other words, he looked older.
Kyouya stared for a moment, before he realized it was the scheduled day for Tamaki two age two years.
'Five months to go...' he thought, before he shook the older Tamaki slightly, making his brow furrow in annoyance.
"No... I don't wanna get uuuup..." he whined, making Kyouya roll his eyes.
"Tamaki, it's time to get up."
"Nooo..." he whined, squinting open an eye, before he closed it again quickly. Kyouya stared for a moment, before he smirked.
"Oh? Then perhaps you'd me to leave you alone?" Instantly, Tamaki was clinging to him , his head resting on his chest.
"Noo! Take me with you! Noo!"
'He really is taller...' he thought, before he patted his head.
"I'm glad you see it my way. Now, let's pick out your clothes."
"No!" Kyouya blinked at the determined tone and determined look sent his way. "I can do it!"
'Ah... right. Six year olds like doing things on their own... Or at least trying to...' he shifted a bit as a pang rang through his chest, and he wondered what it was.
"Alright. Pick out your own clothes then." he said, before he moved the beaming six-year old off his lap and slipped out of bed with nothing but boxers on.
"Yay!" Tamaki rejoiced, before he hopped off the bed. Kyouya walked to his dresser while Tamaki rushed to his own-he had bought him one last month-and pulled out a clean pressed uniform. He glanced to Tamaki and chuckled as he tried to decide between a blue shirt and white shirt, just like his older self.
Once he was dressed, Kyouya realized that Tamaki shouldn't have clothes for his new age.
"Kyou-kun! Look! I found a note!" Tamaki exclaimed, fully dressed in a yellow shirt and blue shorts. He waved the note in the air, his head coming up to Kyouya's diaphragm. Kyouya took the note and slowly unfolded it. He raised a brow at the three chibi heads of Kaoru, Hikaru and Honey.
Kaoru
Kyouya-senpai, Ohayou! We decided to drop off some clothes-
Hikaru
-so that Tamaki wouldn't wonder why he didn't have any clothes!
Honey
He'll look really nice in them!
P.S.
You guys looked cute together all cuddly! Kawaii desu!
Kyouya twitched, before he crumpled the note up and looked back to Tamaki, who was looking up at him expectantly.
"... Let's go brush our teeth."
"I can do it by myself!"
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"Do you want me to pack up your backpack?"
"I can do it myself!"
A few minutes later...
"... Would you like my help now?"
"... Yes."
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"... Having trouble with your laces?"
"I can do it!" Tamaki grunted, frowning at his uncooporative shoe laces.
Kyouya sighed, and kneeled in front of Tamaki, and tied his shoes, making him pout.
"There."
"I could have-" he cut himself off as Kyouya patted his head.
"I know. You could have done it yourself, ne? It's alright to ask me for some things, Tamaki." Kyouya said, before he stood and picked up his suit case. "Ready?"
"Hai..."
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"Sir Tamaki. Ohayou gozaimas." the driver said, about to open the door, when Tamaki whined.
"I can do it!"
Kyouya sighed.
'This is going to be a long day...'
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"Ohayou Tama-chan!" the twins exclaimed, abandoning their customers and vouching for picking up Tamaki by his arms and twirling him around, making the six year old laugh and smile happily.
"Ohayou Kao-kun! Hika-kun!"
'His fake memories must have informed his mind that he started calling them that...' Kyouya thought as the customers rushed over to admire Tamaki's new age.
"Tama-chan!" Honey tackled Tamaki out of the twin's arms, and hugged him to death. "Kawaii desu!" he squealed, earning squeals from his fan girls.
Kyouya pulled Tamaki away from the senior, who pouted sadly at the loss of the six year old.
"Uwah..."
"There's no need to rile him up." Kyouya muttered, looking down to Tamaki and twitching when he found he wasn't there. "Where did he-"
"T-tamaki! Don't worry, I'll get it for you." Kyouya turned at the sound of Haruhi's voice to see Tamaki trying to get the cookies from a tall table.
"I can do it Haru-chan! Let me do it!" he whined, before he gasped as he accidentally pulled on the table cloth, the items on the table starting to fall down, the girl's eyes widening, worried for the young boy. Luckily, he was whisked out of the way of the falling items by a quick Kyouya, an anger vein pulsing on his forehead.
"Tamaki..." he gritted out as he looked back at the broken tea cups. "You..."
"Unwaah!" Tamaki clutched onto Kyouya like a leech, crying into his shoulder, his arms wrapped around his neck. "That was scary!"
Kyouya sighed and stood, setting the six year old boy down.
"You know not to do that." Tamaki sniffled, looking tearily up at Kyouya. "Don't give me that look. You know you need to ask someone for help when you can't do it yourself."
"But I could do it! I could! I'm a big boy, Kyou-kun!" he exclaimed, hiccuping and holding his hands out pleadingly. "I could do it!"
"You're only fo-six." he quickly corrected himself. "If you can reach something, feel free to take it yourself, and besides, what did I say about sweets?"
Tamaki looked down, still crying faintly.
"N-n-never to &hic& eat sweets without your &hic, sniffle& permission"
"Right."
"Don't be so mean Shadow King!" the twins cried, hugging the sniffling Tamaki. "Ooh! Poor child! Poor child!" they cooed. "Kyouya's so mean to you." Hikaru cooed, nuzzling Tamaki's cheek. "You can't help yourself..." Kaoru agreed, nuzzling Tamaki's other cheek and wiping away a tear. "Poor child..."
"KYAAAAAA!!!" the twins inwardly smirked at the squeals, but froze at the feeling of a dark aura forming somewhere near them.
"I think," an all too familiar-and highly restrained-voice said. "You two should get back to work... Right?"
"H-hai, Kyouya-senpai..." the twins stuttered, letting Tamaki go and pushing him to Kyouya slightly, before they went to their couch, shaken.
Kyouya sighed, his demonic aura dieing, before he offered a hand. "Come along, Tamaki."
Tamaki shyly, wiping away his tears with his free hand, took Kyouya's hand and followed him to his desk, and sat in the chair that had begun to be placed on the other side of Kyouya's desk, his coloring materials already set up. After a bit of silence from the two, Tamaki questioned,
"K-kyou-kun, are you still mad?"
"Iie."
"Ah... s-soka..." a smile graced Tamaki's lips as he resumed coloring, petting Kuma-chan absently as he did so.
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Later, after Host Club was over, Kyouya was distracted from packing up by an insistent hand on his uniform jacket.
"It's rude to tug on people's clothes, Tamaki." he reprimanded, not looking down at the other.
"I made a picture! All by myself!" he replied.
"Hn..."
"I want you to see it!"
"Not right-"
"Please?! I made it just for you! Just you, Kyou-kun!" Tamaki insisted, making Kyouya pause for a moment, wondering what that odd feeling in his stomach was.
"...Alright. Let me see." Kyouya said, turning around and holding out his hand. Tamaki beamed and handed him the picture. It was hard to decipher, but he could make it out to be himself with a black and purple substance surrounding him and scribbled words coming out of his mouth. "... Interesting... What am I saying and what is this... mass around me?" Kyouya questioned.
Tamaki blushed.
"Um... It's that thing that always comes up when Kaou-kun and Hika-kun hug me and talk all weird... And you're saying, 'Stop touching him, this instant.'" Tamaki explained, trying-and failing-to imitate Kyouya's voice.
"... I... see."
"Do you like it?" Tamaki asked hopefully. Kyouya stared down at him for a moment before replying,
"It's... satisfactory."
"Huh?"
"It's good."
"Yay! Kyou-kun likes my drawing!" he exclaimed as he followed after the exiting teen. "Can I drive since I did something good?"
"Absolutely, not."
"Nani?! But I can do it! I can! I know I can! I'm a big boy!"
"No."
"Pleeeeeaaaaase?!!?!?!?!?!"
"No."
"Kyou-kuuun!" Tamaki whined as he ran after the long legged other.
'He'll be the death of me...'
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aLRIGHT! gONNA need some help! I don't know what to do for the next chapter! Writer's block! Bye Bye!
