"Territorial Rights" - Hiruma/Kyouya
Title: Territorial Rights
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club/Eyeshield 21
Pairing: Sort of-sort of-sort of Hiruma/Kyouya? Why yes, I do have a new OTP, why do you ask? It's mostly just Kyouya being a bastard in this one, though. ♥
Rating: PG? PG-13? It's Hiruma, you know there's gonna be at least one bad word.
Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club and all its ideas and characters belong to Bisco Hatori. Similarly, Eyeshield 21 et all belong to Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata.
Summary/Notes: People talk about them, and not only out of fear. Random short drabble written for Word #4 at 15_minute_fic.
And yes, Eyeshield 21 is one of my new pet fandoms. Also, I'm apparently never going to stop the weird crossover pairings, and Ouran is officially the coolest thing to cross over with anything ever.
It was strange that the whole school was terrified of them; Kyouya wasn't used to the level of terror, Hiruma wasn't used to the them. But it was undeniable. The two young men just being in the same room was enough to cause some of the more delicate students to whimper in fear or flee the room entirely.
There was certainly a lot of whispering, anyway. Hiruma seemed to be used to that, but Kyouya felt strangely like one of the twins. And then he wondered where on earth that comparison had come from.
Right now the music room (third floor, sometimes various members of the club went to the wrong floor just out of confusion still) was bustling with its mild, orderly insanity, girls squealing over Hunny and the twins' crowd playing the Which One's Hikaru-kun Game and Tamaki just being Tamaki. Haruhi was not involved in Tamaki's antics this time, thankfully... he could tell just by listening, because with Haruhi involved their thrice-proclaimed king would be three levels louder. At least.
He could tell without looking, too, when the demonic quarterback entered the room, as the volume level dropped considerably for a few seconds before starting back up again in earnest and--yes--there was that whispering. And whimpering, as some of the girls were obviously wondering if Hiruma was going to shoot up the room. Again. They were doing so for good reason, and Kyouya was wondering the same thing, really, though with significantly less whimpering and significantly more financial calculations.
"Hello, Sena, Hiruma-senpai." "Ah, Haruhi-senpai, hi..." Sena was with him, Kyouya noted, not looking yet, not looking up from his clipboard. No one else, because Haruhi was polite and would have greeted them as well, but also because the more people from the team that were in one place, the louder they would be. Sena was quiet.
"Hey there, fucking imposter." And it was a good thing no one really put that one together, Kyouya reflected. Hiruma had been able to tell right off the bat that Haruhi was female, but no one else had realized it yet, even with that nickname. It was a very good thing, because Kyouya hadn't been kidding about making Hiruma pay for it if he ever revealed anything from that little black book of his that would hurt the club, and following through on something like that would be difficult at best.
"Anou, Hiruma-senpai..." one of Haruhi's customers said hesitantly, and that was when Kyouya lowered his clipboard and started to move, "the game, it's this Saturday...?"
"That's right. And I have an idea... if you--"
"Ah, I'm sorry to interrupt," Kyouya interrupted, smiling a perfectly composed smile at the girls surrounding Haruhi (and now Hiruma and Sena). As they squeaked out no-that's-okays, he turned to Hiruma, letting his smile get exactly two degrees warmer. He noticed with some satisfaction the quarterback blink.
"Could you do something for me? I was thinking we could do a sports themed day, and if you could help us find uniforms in these measurements," pressing the clipboard into Hiruma's hands, still smiling in the face of his bemused expression, hearing the whole room hold its breath, "it would be very helpful.
"I'd appreciate it... Youichi-kun."
He brushed past the other boy, letting their arms bump softly. He heard two or three other 'bump's as a few of the girls fainted, smiling and glasses flashing as the whispers started up again in earnest. He could almost sense Hiruma's gathering explosion behind him, and paused.
"If you want to be here, you're going to have to work," he stated softly, for their hearing only since he knew Hiruma's hearing was good, repeating the football player's words from when their club had gone to a football practice back at him without even turning around.
As he started moving again, he heard a short giggle from Hiruma, and wondered how the next round would go.
...I feel my Kyouya-POV-fu is weak. :/
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club/Eyeshield 21
Pairing: Sort of-sort of-sort of Hiruma/Kyouya? Why yes, I do have a new OTP, why do you ask? It's mostly just Kyouya being a bastard in this one, though. ♥
Rating: PG? PG-13? It's Hiruma, you know there's gonna be at least one bad word.
Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club and all its ideas and characters belong to Bisco Hatori. Similarly, Eyeshield 21 et all belong to Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata.
Summary/Notes: People talk about them, and not only out of fear. Random short drabble written for Word #4 at 15_minute_fic.
And yes, Eyeshield 21 is one of my new pet fandoms. Also, I'm apparently never going to stop the weird crossover pairings, and Ouran is officially the coolest thing to cross over with anything ever.
It was strange that the whole school was terrified of them; Kyouya wasn't used to the level of terror, Hiruma wasn't used to the them. But it was undeniable. The two young men just being in the same room was enough to cause some of the more delicate students to whimper in fear or flee the room entirely.
There was certainly a lot of whispering, anyway. Hiruma seemed to be used to that, but Kyouya felt strangely like one of the twins. And then he wondered where on earth that comparison had come from.
Right now the music room (third floor, sometimes various members of the club went to the wrong floor just out of confusion still) was bustling with its mild, orderly insanity, girls squealing over Hunny and the twins' crowd playing the Which One's Hikaru-kun Game and Tamaki just being Tamaki. Haruhi was not involved in Tamaki's antics this time, thankfully... he could tell just by listening, because with Haruhi involved their thrice-proclaimed king would be three levels louder. At least.
He could tell without looking, too, when the demonic quarterback entered the room, as the volume level dropped considerably for a few seconds before starting back up again in earnest and--yes--there was that whispering. And whimpering, as some of the girls were obviously wondering if Hiruma was going to shoot up the room. Again. They were doing so for good reason, and Kyouya was wondering the same thing, really, though with significantly less whimpering and significantly more financial calculations.
"Hello, Sena, Hiruma-senpai." "Ah, Haruhi-senpai, hi..." Sena was with him, Kyouya noted, not looking yet, not looking up from his clipboard. No one else, because Haruhi was polite and would have greeted them as well, but also because the more people from the team that were in one place, the louder they would be. Sena was quiet.
"Hey there, fucking imposter." And it was a good thing no one really put that one together, Kyouya reflected. Hiruma had been able to tell right off the bat that Haruhi was female, but no one else had realized it yet, even with that nickname. It was a very good thing, because Kyouya hadn't been kidding about making Hiruma pay for it if he ever revealed anything from that little black book of his that would hurt the club, and following through on something like that would be difficult at best.
"Anou, Hiruma-senpai..." one of Haruhi's customers said hesitantly, and that was when Kyouya lowered his clipboard and started to move, "the game, it's this Saturday...?"
"That's right. And I have an idea... if you--"
"Ah, I'm sorry to interrupt," Kyouya interrupted, smiling a perfectly composed smile at the girls surrounding Haruhi (and now Hiruma and Sena). As they squeaked out no-that's-okays, he turned to Hiruma, letting his smile get exactly two degrees warmer. He noticed with some satisfaction the quarterback blink.
"Could you do something for me? I was thinking we could do a sports themed day, and if you could help us find uniforms in these measurements," pressing the clipboard into Hiruma's hands, still smiling in the face of his bemused expression, hearing the whole room hold its breath, "it would be very helpful.
"I'd appreciate it... Youichi-kun."
He brushed past the other boy, letting their arms bump softly. He heard two or three other 'bump's as a few of the girls fainted, smiling and glasses flashing as the whispers started up again in earnest. He could almost sense Hiruma's gathering explosion behind him, and paused.
"If you want to be here, you're going to have to work," he stated softly, for their hearing only since he knew Hiruma's hearing was good, repeating the football player's words from when their club had gone to a football practice back at him without even turning around.
As he started moving again, he heard a short giggle from Hiruma, and wondered how the next round would go.
...I feel my Kyouya-POV-fu is weak. :/