Musical: KyouyaTamaki (gen) // Ouran Host Club
Title: Musical
Rating: G
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Kyouya x Tamaki (gen-ish)
Summary: Tamaki, Kyouya, and a piano.
Notes: Drabble exchange with fireblazie. To the prompt of 'piano'. Written in 15 minutes, so that's why it's rather bad. XD;; I always thought anything Tamaki could do that Kyouya couldn't would chafe at him. 8D;;
For my darling fireblazie, of course~
“This key is C, and this one is B,” Tamaki pointed and pressed the respective keys. He continued to press the keys down the piano, murmuring their names. “A, G, F, E, D.”
Kyouya pressed his lips together, trusting himself not to throw something expensive. “I’m not an idiot, Tamaki.”
“Of course you aren’t, Kyouya!” Tamaki cheerfully ran his hand up and down the keys, playing a quick scale. “But you aren’t musical in any sense.”
A scowl twisted on Kyouya’s face. “Just because I haven’t the training,” he bit off, but Tamaki interrupted him.
“Oh, I heard about all that from your sister!” Now he put both his hands together and played a jaunty tune something along the lines of Mozart, Kyouya presumed. “She said you had taken piano lessons when you were a child, but failed miserably.”
Kyouya was silent.
Tamaki stopped in his playing to give a worried glance at his friend. “Was she not supposed to tell me that? She said you were a little touchy about the subject…”
“I’m not touchy.” Kyouya positively growled. “I just don’t like being reminded of that time.” He stressed the word ‘time’ and his eyes narrowed. “When did you talk to my sister?”
“Oh, the weekend before last. You were in Seattle with your brothers, remember?” His conscience appeased, Tamaki turned back to the piano once more. “She invited me over for dinner and after that, she even pulled out some old albums -”
There was a clang from the piano as the book Kyouya had thrown fell on the keys.
“Kyouya!” Tamaki said with dismay. “Don’t throw books at the piano, it doesn’t like it.”
The door slammed, signally Kyouya’s exit. Tamaki craned his neck, hoping to see him return.
“Are you sure you didn’t have any talent for music?” He called to his friend. “That was a diminished seventh you just played!”
Tamaki stopped to think for a second. “Can you really call throwing a book at the piano playing?” He gave it some more thought and then shrugged, favouring the act of running after Kyouya than thinking about the wonders of language.
OMAKE
Kyouya sighed tiredly as he closed the doors to the music room. The host club’s event was finally over and he could finally go home. Tamaki and the others were nowhere in sight, but that was typical. He turned and spotted something on the floor, heavily wrapped in thick brown paper. On it was a note, scrawled: For Kyouya ♥.
It was Tamaki’s writing.
Fearing the worst, Kyouya opened the parcel and pursed his lips.
It was a book titled ‘How To Play Piano For Dummies’.
He was going to kill him.
Rating: G
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Kyouya x Tamaki (gen-ish)
Summary: Tamaki, Kyouya, and a piano.
Notes: Drabble exchange with fireblazie. To the prompt of 'piano'. Written in 15 minutes, so that's why it's rather bad. XD;; I always thought anything Tamaki could do that Kyouya couldn't would chafe at him. 8D;;
For my darling fireblazie, of course~
“This key is C, and this one is B,” Tamaki pointed and pressed the respective keys. He continued to press the keys down the piano, murmuring their names. “A, G, F, E, D.”
Kyouya pressed his lips together, trusting himself not to throw something expensive. “I’m not an idiot, Tamaki.”
“Of course you aren’t, Kyouya!” Tamaki cheerfully ran his hand up and down the keys, playing a quick scale. “But you aren’t musical in any sense.”
A scowl twisted on Kyouya’s face. “Just because I haven’t the training,” he bit off, but Tamaki interrupted him.
“Oh, I heard about all that from your sister!” Now he put both his hands together and played a jaunty tune something along the lines of Mozart, Kyouya presumed. “She said you had taken piano lessons when you were a child, but failed miserably.”
Kyouya was silent.
Tamaki stopped in his playing to give a worried glance at his friend. “Was she not supposed to tell me that? She said you were a little touchy about the subject…”
“I’m not touchy.” Kyouya positively growled. “I just don’t like being reminded of that time.” He stressed the word ‘time’ and his eyes narrowed. “When did you talk to my sister?”
“Oh, the weekend before last. You were in Seattle with your brothers, remember?” His conscience appeased, Tamaki turned back to the piano once more. “She invited me over for dinner and after that, she even pulled out some old albums -”
There was a clang from the piano as the book Kyouya had thrown fell on the keys.
“Kyouya!” Tamaki said with dismay. “Don’t throw books at the piano, it doesn’t like it.”
The door slammed, signally Kyouya’s exit. Tamaki craned his neck, hoping to see him return.
“Are you sure you didn’t have any talent for music?” He called to his friend. “That was a diminished seventh you just played!”
Tamaki stopped to think for a second. “Can you really call throwing a book at the piano playing?” He gave it some more thought and then shrugged, favouring the act of running after Kyouya than thinking about the wonders of language.
OMAKE
Kyouya sighed tiredly as he closed the doors to the music room. The host club’s event was finally over and he could finally go home. Tamaki and the others were nowhere in sight, but that was typical. He turned and spotted something on the floor, heavily wrapped in thick brown paper. On it was a note, scrawled: For Kyouya ♥.
It was Tamaki’s writing.
Fearing the worst, Kyouya opened the parcel and pursed his lips.
It was a book titled ‘How To Play Piano For Dummies’.
He was going to kill him.