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Yeesh! It's been a while, huh? Well, your reviews inspired me to continue. Also some research I did on eight year olds helped… I'm sorry I'm not responding to your reviews, but I'm SO tired…

Memories Lost, Love Gained

Chapter 11: Mommy!

It was late at night in the Ootori mansion, and all seemed calm as Kyouya calculated the money they had collected at the Host Club that day, pressing the buttons on the calculator quickly, eyes glancing down to his notes every now and then. They had all returned from the beach a few days prior, and, upon arriving, he managed to get Haruhi to trip with the demon parrot in hand, making Tamaki cry for his dear 'Tanya', and make Haruhi try to sooth him. And no one had pinned it on Ootori Kyouya. Morons. People don't just trip, and he had been the one closest to Haruhi. Of course, he didn't want to be found out, after all, Tamaki being mad at him resulted in Nekozawa, apparently.

Kyouya paused, his eyes traveling to Tamaki, sleeping soundly beside him, hair tussled gently against the pillows in a way that would make the sixteen year old cry out in shame and quickly rush to a bathroom to fix it up. But six year old Tamaki was different. He didn't care how he looked, as long as it was comfortable. This puzzled Kyouya slightly. When he was younger, he was always told what to wear, and to look proper, and he kept those rules inside him to this day. Except when he was sleeping, because that was the time he was allowed to be unkempt, especially with how late he stayed up doing homework or arranging things for the Host Club for the next day.

However, with Tamaki's older self temporarily gone, he didn't stay up as late, since there was no continuous requests for themes and parties. Of course, there were a few made by the customers, such as pairing people of the Host Club together in an act, or the sea, but these were a waste of time. They were to vague about their choices. Unlike Tamaki…

'Which reminds me…' he thought, continuing with his calculations. 'Tamaki will be eight soon… Has it really been almost three months already?' he wondered. At some point, he should look up how eight year olds behave, but not right then. It wasn't for a few days anyway.

Kyouya paused for the second time at a little sound, looking back to Tamaki to see his brow furrowed slightly, his hands clutching into the blanket. Kyouya watched for a moment, letting his ears strain to hear the other, the moving of his lips alerting him to the fact the child was speaking.

"No… Please…" he muttered, turning his head to the side. "C-come back… Mo…" Kyouya stared another moment, his expression becoming grim. He knew who he was dreaming about. It would have started at some point…

He moved closer to the six year old as the boy began to whine piteously.

"M-mommy… Mommy…" he cried in his sleep, tears starting to come to his eyes, shivers running up and down Kyouya's back.

"Tamaki"

"Nuu…" Tamaki whined as Kyouya placed a hand on his forehead.

"Wake up."

"&hic& M-mooomy…" he cried, turning his face into Kyouya's hand, his tears wetting the hand slightly. "Huu…" his voice warbled with his cries, his body unconsciously, snuggling against Kyouya, most likely searching for more comfort.

"Tamaki." Kyouya said firmly, shaking him slightly. He watched as the boy's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated in sleep, his body shivering. "Tamaki, you were just dreaming."

"U-uuuu…" small, trusting hands lifted and clutched onto Kyouya's night shirt. "M-mommyyyyyyy…" he cried, pulling himself to Kyouya, still partially asleep, sobbing into his chest. "I-I thought you left and- and-" Kyouya threaded a hand through Tamaki's hair on instinct, letting the other vent out his dream. Truthfully, he was annoyed. There had been a few occasions when Tamaki had actually cried like this, but it was when he finally told him about his mother. It had been when he had stayed over one night, and he had had a nightmare like this. Of course, after that incident, he never spoke of it again, and neither did Kyouya.

Once the sobbing ceased, it was replaced by sniffles and hiccups.

"Are you done?" Kyouya questioned. Tamaki nodded against his chest. "Good… Do you need anything?" Tamaki shook his head. "Alright…" Kyouya carefully pulled away from Tamaki to see him looking at his chest quietly. "Tamaki, don't worry, you'll see her again." Kyouya assured, just as he had so long ago. Tamaki looked up at him, his eyes shivering with held back tears.

"R-really?" he stuttered, just as he had before. Kyouya found a slight smile curving his lips at this.

"Yes." Tamaki looked to the side.

"Then… While… while Mommy's gone… Can I… I wanna…"

"What?" Tamaki looked at him unsurely.

"Can I… call you Mommy, Kyou-kun?" Kyouya stared down at the youth, his left eye twitching, before he sighed and adjusted his glasses.

"…Only occasionally." He grumbled, feeling Tamaki bury his head into his chest.

"TH-thank you… K-kyou-kun…"

'So this is how it happens this time…' Kyouya thought, letting his hand rest on Tamaki's head, knowing that, most likely, Tamaki was going to fall asleep there. As he had almost done when they were in Middle School.

MLLG

"Soooo, Kyouya-senpai, why's Tamaki calling you Mommy?" the twins questioned the next day, making Kyouya inwardly roll his eyes.

"I don't think that's any business of yours." He said primly, continuing in his typing, the sound of Tamaki playing behind him pausing.

"It's because Kyou-kun is going to be my Mommy!" Tamaki chirped, making the twins hold back laughter and Kyouya's left eye twitch.

"What do you mean?" one of the twins, most likely Hikaru, asked.

"Kyou-kun is nice, and cares about me, and acts like a Mommy! Ne, Mommy?!"

"… Hn." Kyouya muttered, truly regretting that he had accepted to be called that.

"Well, then we hope Mommy takes good care of you!" they said in unison.

"He will!" Tamaki exclaimed, and Kyouya found himself with a lap full of six year old, large, adoring eyes staring up at him, a serene smile on his lips. "He's going to be a GREAT Mommy!" he chirped, letting his arms snake around Kyouya's neck, and burying his face into the crook of his neck. "Love you, Mommy."

Kyouya could barely hear the shouts the customers exclaimed, his whole attention zeroed in on Tamaki as he snuggled up against him so easily, his own cheeks darkening ever so slightly.

'I'm going to need therapy. I can feel it…'

Analysis 2: Tamaki's charm has risen