Fanfiction : Ouran High School Host Club - Warm Winter
Title: Warm Winter.
Type: Fanfiction : Ouran High School Host Club.
Prompt: Taken from 10hugs, Set 2, #2 [Ice].
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran. Biscotti does, and God bless her soul for the wonderful fanservice.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 486 words.
Summary: A collection of drabbles that follows the progress of their relationship; 1/10. [ MoriKyouya ]. One-shot.
Author's Note: OH I LOVE THEM TOGETHER. If this is Tenipuri, they'd be named the Silent Pair. Or something like that. XD Feedbacks are very much welcomed, appreciated and cherished~♥
warm winter
“You’re cold.”
“I’m supposed to; I’m the Snow Queen, remember?”
Mori stared blankly at Snow Queen Kyouya, who was royally decked in a flamboyant snow white gown, fur wraps, and a matching wig. The crown’s numerous jewels sparkled merrily underneath falling (pseudo) snow, courtesy of a specially-ordered, cost-damned-a-lot snow-making machine. “Your nose is turning blue.”
Kyouya pressed his lips into a thin, thin line and rubbed said nose using his near-numb hand. “Thank you for pointing that out. I’m sure I wouldn’t have known, even though I’m currently sitting in front of a huge mirror that cost more than Tamaki told me it would.”
Honey, wearing a bundle of multi-coloured warm clothing, bounced towards the two and stared in awe at the mirror. He turned to Kyouya, eyes a-sparkling, and asked, “Is this supposed to be the evil mirror that turned nice people into bad ones?”
The bespectacled Host continued rubbing his nose, which started to turn an interesting shade of red from the abuse. “Yes.”
It was inevitable - one-word answers tended to sound a bit bitchy, even when the speaker didn’t mean it to.
Mori scooped Honey into his arms, Bunny-chan and all, and whispered, loud enough for Kyouya to hear it, “You can tell that it’s working already.”
Honey’s eyes widened at that. “You mean… that’s why the Snow Queen is bad?”
Mori nodded solemnly.
Signs of distress, such as the adorable wobble of Honey’s lower lip and the tears welling up in his impossibly-huge eyes, started to attract customers to the Snow Queen’s Evil Lair (as shown by a huge placard on the makeshift castle). “Takeshi, will the mirror turn me into a bad boy too?”
The flock of customers/fangirls/occasional fanboys waited with bated breath for the answer.
Mori gently swiped falling tears away from Honey’s cheek and shook his head. “I won’t allow it to.”
Cue in mass haemorrhage and the typical, “KYAAAAAAAA~” that followed.
Honey beamed happily at the dark-haired boy, and jumped down onto the floor. “I’ll tell Haruhi about the evil mirror, so that he won’t be turned into a bad boy!”
Kyouya watched the mob of squealing customers faithfully followed Honey’s path towards Tamaki, who was serenading a group of swooning girls and Haruhi in the middle of a mild snowstorm, and smiled to himself. The Twins, dressed as reindeers with matching antlers and collars, were waltzing their way through the crowd, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes and eliciting gusty sighs in their own mass of fainting customers. Well, as long as everyone was having fun, maybe the extra expense was worth it. Kyouya settled comfortably into his throne and was about to say something to Mori (who was still curiously there), but was stopped when he was engulfed in a sudden furry hug.
Kyouya blinked as Mori pulled back, a rare smile on the taller boy’s face. “Wha-”
“I’ve told you before; you look cold.”
END
Cracktastic indeed! Edit needed!!
Type: Fanfiction : Ouran High School Host Club.
Prompt: Taken from 10hugs, Set 2, #2 [Ice].
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran. Biscotti does, and God bless her soul for the wonderful fanservice.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 486 words.
Summary: A collection of drabbles that follows the progress of their relationship; 1/10. [ MoriKyouya ]. One-shot.
Author's Note: OH I LOVE THEM TOGETHER. If this is Tenipuri, they'd be named the Silent Pair. Or something like that. XD Feedbacks are very much welcomed, appreciated and cherished~♥
warm winter
“You’re cold.”
“I’m supposed to; I’m the Snow Queen, remember?”
Mori stared blankly at Snow Queen Kyouya, who was royally decked in a flamboyant snow white gown, fur wraps, and a matching wig. The crown’s numerous jewels sparkled merrily underneath falling (pseudo) snow, courtesy of a specially-ordered, cost-damned-a-lot snow-making machine. “Your nose is turning blue.”
Kyouya pressed his lips into a thin, thin line and rubbed said nose using his near-numb hand. “Thank you for pointing that out. I’m sure I wouldn’t have known, even though I’m currently sitting in front of a huge mirror that cost more than Tamaki told me it would.”
Honey, wearing a bundle of multi-coloured warm clothing, bounced towards the two and stared in awe at the mirror. He turned to Kyouya, eyes a-sparkling, and asked, “Is this supposed to be the evil mirror that turned nice people into bad ones?”
The bespectacled Host continued rubbing his nose, which started to turn an interesting shade of red from the abuse. “Yes.”
It was inevitable - one-word answers tended to sound a bit bitchy, even when the speaker didn’t mean it to.
Mori scooped Honey into his arms, Bunny-chan and all, and whispered, loud enough for Kyouya to hear it, “You can tell that it’s working already.”
Honey’s eyes widened at that. “You mean… that’s why the Snow Queen is bad?”
Mori nodded solemnly.
Signs of distress, such as the adorable wobble of Honey’s lower lip and the tears welling up in his impossibly-huge eyes, started to attract customers to the Snow Queen’s Evil Lair (as shown by a huge placard on the makeshift castle). “Takeshi, will the mirror turn me into a bad boy too?”
The flock of customers/fangirls/occasional fanboys waited with bated breath for the answer.
Mori gently swiped falling tears away from Honey’s cheek and shook his head. “I won’t allow it to.”
Cue in mass haemorrhage and the typical, “KYAAAAAAAA~” that followed.
Honey beamed happily at the dark-haired boy, and jumped down onto the floor. “I’ll tell Haruhi about the evil mirror, so that he won’t be turned into a bad boy!”
Kyouya watched the mob of squealing customers faithfully followed Honey’s path towards Tamaki, who was serenading a group of swooning girls and Haruhi in the middle of a mild snowstorm, and smiled to himself. The Twins, dressed as reindeers with matching antlers and collars, were waltzing their way through the crowd, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes and eliciting gusty sighs in their own mass of fainting customers. Well, as long as everyone was having fun, maybe the extra expense was worth it. Kyouya settled comfortably into his throne and was about to say something to Mori (who was still curiously there), but was stopped when he was engulfed in a sudden furry hug.
Kyouya blinked as Mori pulled back, a rare smile on the taller boy’s face. “Wha-”
“I’ve told you before; you look cold.”
END
Cracktastic indeed! Edit needed!!