"No Tamaki. No hot-air balloons."
"How about-"
"No gondola's and a man-made river either."
"But-"
"We don't have the funds Tamaki."
It came as no surprise to the rest of the Host Club members when the blonde haired Host King appeared in his gloomy corner a second after getting rejected by Kyouya, drawing pointless designs on the dusty floor, pouting it seemed. Yukie watched the reaction of Tamaki with amusement, and turned to Kyouya, whom she was sitting by. "Why don't you indulge him once in a while?" the girl suggested, her sympathy going out to the child-like Host King and his fancies. What she got in return was a disdainful look from Kyouya.
"If I indulge him, the Club will go broke in mere days. Besides, his stint at hiring a horse drawn carriage last year was enough to drain the funds."
Yukie's eyes widened. Horse drawn carriage? Okay. So maybe Kyouya did have his reasons for denying what Tamaki wants half the time. Looking back to the expanse of the Third Music Room, the girl blinked multiple times to see Tamaki already back up on his feet and circling Haruhi, apparently completely recovered after less then a minute, and planning out an elaborate dress for his 'daughter'. The rambunctious ways of the Host King never failed to bemuse the petite girl, but it seemed even Haruhi was starting to loosened up on him. Instead of merely pushing Tamaki away, she was actually standing still to let him scrutinize her.
Oh the wonders of the world.
"So what are you guys planning to do?" Yukie asked, as she returned her attention back to Kyouya, her eyes flickering to his laptop, and then back at Kyouya, mild interest lacing her features. The annual Open Day of Ouran was the next day, and they were making final touches. If Yukie knew Kyouya as well as she thought, she knew he has everything planned out. "Horses."
"Horses?!"
"We'll ride in on white stallions. Prince on a White Stallion style."
Yukie gaped at Kyouya, before laughing lightly, managing to drudge up a small, curious smile from Kyouya as he looked over at her, and raised a brow, a silent question asking her to explain. "Well… You guys don't seem like the type to ride horses." Yukie finally managed to say, after swallowing her mirth. Kyouya shrugged, and returned to typing at his laptop. But as his eyes skimmed his words, they flickered past the edge of his screen to watch the activities of the other 6 club members, and had half a mind to drag them out of the room. Not that he didn't enjoy their company. In fact, Kyouya had gotten in pilot mode when answer Hunny's questions about his cake and Tamaki's rants about the 'devilish twins' and 'his daughter'. He just ignored them, really.
Today though, it was grating on his nerves. Partly because it was getting hard to concentrate, and partly because he had barely spent any time alone with Yukie today. She had reached school just as the bell rang, and had basically been busy the whole day, before the end of school where they retreated in the Third Music room, surrounded by the rest of the Host Club members.
Not to mention Kyouya wanted to claim his daily kiss from her.
"Yukie."
"Hn?"
"Would you go… get me the box on top of the cupboard in the changing room?"
"Eh?"
"Go."
Yukie raised her brow at Kyouya in curiosity. Kyouya had never asked her to fetch anything before. In fact, Yukie got the impression that the Shadow King would rather keep Yukie by his side all day. But nevertheless, the girl complied, and marked her page in the novel she had been reading, before heading towards the changing room. It took less then 5 seconds before Kyouya locked his documents, and placed his laptop on the table, before following after her, but not before he got waylaid by the twins.
"Why are you going towards the changing room Kyouya? I thought you sent Yukie-chan to see what you wanted?" Hikaru questioned, the hint of sly curiosity glimmering in his eye as he watched his dark haired vice president carefully.
Kyouya, in turn, shot them a short look of disdain, before brushing against his glasses, replying. "I'll go an assist her. If I recall correctly, the cupboard is pretty tall."
And with that, he walked off, not oblivious to the curious looks the twins sent him, but not at all giving a damn. His paces were swift, as he entered the room, and closed the door behind it, his thumb brushing over the knob to make sure it was locked, and then went towards where Yukie was reaching up, in one swift move, captured her around the waist, and turned her around to face him, both arms going around her to barricade her between his body and the wall, before he brought his lips to brush hers.
"Eh? Kyouya-icchi? Did you want something else?" Yukie managed to sputter out, once she got over the initial surprise of seeing Kyouya in the changing room. Kyouya smiled, a slow, sly smile which stretched his lips, as he slowly stroked the small of her back with his thumb, sending delightful shivers up Yukie's spine. "I want something else. I want this."
And without a single word, bent down to meet her lips with his, staking his claim on her as he kissed her thoroughly, an impatient sound surfacing from his throat as he felt her arms twine around his neck, her lips responding with equal fervor, matching his movements with hers. His tongue flicked to trace her lips, seeking entrance, entrance granted by Yukie. His tongue swept the inner, moist cave of hers, both tongues doing a sensuous dance, the touch and feel making heat stir between his feet. Kyouya finally pulled back, noticing her fingers were tugging gently at his black locks all the while, he gave a satisfied smile, brushing a kiss on her nose.
"That's what you sent me in here for?"
"What, I'm not allowed a few tricks up my sleeve?"
"Since when did you turn in to such a talker?"
"Since I met you."
Yukie blushed at his words, a sight that delighted Kyouya to no ends, and he kissed her one last time on her lips, nibbling slight at her neck, before pulling back. "Go out. I'll follow you a while later."
"Hai."
Curious glances were sent to both parties way, or so Kyouya deduced, when he walked out of the changing room a minute or so after, once he was sure everything was in place, only to find a pair of sly smirks sent his way by the twins. Raising his brows, Kyouya was just about to question on the matter at hand, when a golden bomb suddenly launched his way, knocking him off balance and on the ground, before he finally realized that Antoinette had bowled him over.
"Tamaki! What did I say about bringing your dog in here?!"
"Don't say mean things like that Kyouya! You'll hurt her feelings!" Tamaki retorted immediately, rushing over to pull his pet Golden Retriever to his side, laughing as the canine licked at her master, before Tamaki spoke again. "Besides, I only wanted to ask you if it was alright for me to bring Antoinette over tomorrow."
"The events are held outdoors. I wouldn't care less where she is that time, but she is not allowed inside the Third Music Room." Kyouya replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the childish antics of his friend, Kyouya settled with a sigh of frustration, and returned to his previous seat, where Yukie had curled up with her novel again. "Are your parent's coming tomorrow?" Kyouya asked, as he rebooted his laptop, and switched his gaze to Yukie, just in time to see her shrug.
"Don't know. Papa isn't around."
Kyouya knew what that implied. Her stepmother would never attend any event of Yukie's. "Yours?" This time, Yukie rebounded the question back at him, rendering Kyouya a little at loss for words, before he replied. "Probably. My father came last year, afterall." Yeah, the year where he publicly slapped Kyouya. The dark haired host wasn't about to forget that, but neither did he begrudge his father. Afterall, Kyouya already held the biggest grudge against his father, which was trying to earn the company through hard work, and not get it by an inheritance.
"I've never actually met your father before, actually…"
"And neither are you going to, until I say so."
"What. Embarrassed about me now?"
"Yukie." Kyouya shot her a look, daring her to repeat her sentiments, before he replied. "I told you before, my father isn't a saint. I'm not going to let you near him until I'm completely sure."
"Okay, okay. I get it." Yukie replied in a tone which said she obviously held no wish to squabble with him, before leaning on his shoulder again, reopening her book to continue her reading.
-x-
Ouran grounds were filled with not only students, on the slightly chilly autumn morning. Instead, men and woman of all ages mingled around the gardens and hallways, siblings or parents of Ouran students attending the annual Open Day. As usual, the clubs had each prepared a myriad of activities, but it was to no surprise when it was the Host Club's entrance brought the most flailing and sqeals from the female population, be it young or old.
The door opened to admit 7 handsome men dressed in the suit styled after Englishmen of the 80's, and astride white stallion's, they flashed charming smile after smile towards the crowding young ladies, making as if they were completely oblivious towards the hubbub and fray they were causing. Afterall, the students of Ouran had nothing but time on their hands and money to spend, did they not?
"Kyouya-icchi. Do you plan on murdering half the female population before you and Tamaki-senpai graduate?" Yukie questioned, the moment they returned to the Third Music Room to change in to their formal tuxedo's for the afternoon tea session they had prepared. The girl hadn't been in the earlier crowd on the grounds in the morning, partly because she had no wish to be turned in to sardine, and partially because Kyouya didn't like her being somewhere he couldn't keep an eye on her. Yukie had watched the festivities from the window of the Third Music Room, however, and she could clearly see how the girls swooned as soon as the 7 Host Club members entered.
Before Kyouya was even given a chance to answer however, Tamaki stepped in with his usual flair accompanying his words, which went something along the lines of "Ah! Must I be charged for the murder my beauty committed, when I did no sin but accept a gift of God?". The rest of the Host Club didn't even give Tamaki a second look, unfazed by his typical flamboyant response, but Yukie blinked twice at him, before turning to look at Kyouya in question, whom in turn, shrugged, and signaled for her to ignore him, buttoning his final button on his black overcoat, before walking over to where Yukie stood, allowing her to smoothen the creases in his suit as he spoke.
"Is your father coming?"
"Didn't we go through this yesterday?"
"You didn't exactly give me an answer."
"Papa's going to Hana's Parent's Day."
Yukie's voice was short, simple and clipped, but Kyouya could easily sense the mild pain that underlay her words. Catching her hand as she let it fall, he brushed a thumb over her knuckles, watching her quietly, before bringing the hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle, soft kiss to it, satisfied when Yukie returned the gesture with a soft, tender smile directed at him. "Don't think about it too much okay? I'm here."
"I know."
"Kyouya! We should go already! The guests are already gathering in the hall!" Tamaki called out, breaking the little moment between the two, and Yukie brushed her hands one last time over Kyouya's shoulder, before giving a satisfied nod. "There you go. All done." She said, and smiled at him once, before going towards where the rest of the Host Club members were waiting, Kyouya quickly falling in step behind her as they walked.
-x-
Sitting in a small table in a corner, Yukie watched with interest at how each of the Hosts handled their customers efficiently and smoothly, yet managing to keep everything running smoothly, and still provide the elder parents sufficient entertainment. Tamaki's father had came and left, and so had Haruhi's dad. The parents that still lingered now were mostly the ones of the girls who refused to leave, regulars of the Ouran Host Club. There was hardly an hour or so left to the day, and the other clubs had started to wind down, but it was to no surprise that he Host Club was still kept busy.
Thus when the door swung open about a minute later, everyone's eyes swiveled to meet the newcomer. A tall man walked in, wearing glasses and a stern look on his face, as he surveyed everything in the room the moment he stepped in. Though Yukie had never met the man before, she immediately had her suspicions on who it was, suspicions confirmed when Kyouya stepped up at his entrance. "Father."