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Title: none yet (suggestions welcome)
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm not Bisco Hatori and am not making money
Summary: Tamaki and Kyouya discuss possible host club projects.
Kyouya glanced up from his clipboard, and was mildly surprised to see that the third music room wasn’t empty. Usually he was the first to arrive after school, sometimes a good thirty minutes before the rest of the club, all the better for organizing the room and putting his scarce amount of quiet time to good use. But today, instead of the customary high-ceilinged, buzzing silence that tends to fill up empty classrooms, he was greeted by blonde hair and a beaming smile. It was a perfectly welcome sight (somewhat), but at the same time it was a reason to be wary. When Tamaki was the first to show up, it usually meant he was especially excited about something, which usually meant he had come up with a particularly outlandish (and, more often than not, bad) idea.
“Mommy~!” the prince greeted with his usual flourish, followed by a slight pout. “You shouldn’t walk while looking at your clipboard. You’ll trip over something!”
“Force of habit,” said Kyouya, closing the door behind him. He lowered the clipboard to his side, only because arguing with Tamaki was typically a waste of energy and to be avoided when manageable.
The prince ushered him toward a pair of armchairs nearby, looking downright giddy. When Kyouya was seated, Tamaki stood in front of him, seemingly forgetting about the other chair and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Mom, I just had the greatest-”
“I’ve been meaning to go over those brainstorming ideas the club came up with last meeting with you,” Kyouya interrupted. He turned a page in his clipboard, and took a pen out of his breast pocket.
“Wha? Right, sure, sure! Of course!” said Tamaki. “But before that, you wouldn’t believe how great-”
“It would probably be best to solidify our plans for our previous ideas before diving into new ones,” said Kyouya. “Otherwise we’ll forget them.”
He pretended not to notice how positively aghast Tamaki seemed at this idea. It was one of those moments when disagreeing with Tamaki was necessary in order to get things done, however, and those moments usually were only successful ventures if one of two strategies were executed: either make sure that Tamaki doesn’t have a chance to get a word in edgewise, or somehow convince him that it was all his idea to begin with.
“What are your opinions on the beach party scenario, Dad?” Kyouya asked. He used the nickname because he knew it always excited Tamaki on the rare occasion he played along with the family gig. Sure enough, the prince seemed to swell a bit, forgetting his displeasure for a moment.
“Well, it’s always helpful to show some skin,” Tamaki said with an air of expertise. “The beach party scene has always been a good standby... Who came up with that idea?”
“The twins suggested it,” said Kyouya.
Tamaki scrunched up his nose. “Nevermind,” he said. “That’s a terrible idea. We should do something else.”
Kyouya nodded, and circled Beach Party on his clipboard.
“Next, there was an idea for a library,” he read.
“A library?”
“Yes… Apparently there would be books available for guests to read… and a note here says ‘maybe the hosts could read some things aloud, or something’. Haruhi suggested it. She didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it, though…”
“Ah! Well, if our adorable Haruhi came up with it, I say it’s a grand idea!”
Kyouya nodded, and scratched out Library.
They continued on like this for awhile, and the further they got down the list, the more Tamaki seemed to remember his previous convictions, and the more he began to fidget. When they finished (with a circling of Ice Cream Shop), Kyouya lowered his clipboard and pushed his glasses up his nose.
“And that’s the rest of them,” he said, incredibly calm next to Tamaki’s resulting burst of childish glee. “You had a new idea then, Dad?”
Tamaki grinned and stood a bit straighter, tapping his chin. “It’s an ingenious plan, if I do say so myself,” he said. “I came up with it during History. I was thinking about the host club, and it occurred to me that you’re reasonably popular with the ladies. This struck me as odd, and I was trying to think about what made you so attractive to them, since you’re not all that inherently likeable-”
“That makes me feel just wonderful, Tamaki.”
“-and I realized then what it is about you that’s so irresistible. It was really an epiphany.” Here Tamaki paused, probably for dramatic effect, and gave Kyouya a very self-assured look. “I decided that our next host club project should mirror this irresistible trait of yours.”
Kyouya cocked an eyebrow. “And what is that?”
“Megane!” Tamaki said. The word burst from his mouth with a great show of passion, and left the room somewhat awkwardly silent for a moment afterward.
Kyouya wrote down the word Megane on his clipboard, then promptly crossed it out.
“It’s a foolproof plan!” Tamaki continued, still immensely pleased with himself. “Think about it, Mom! If the lovely ladies are attracted even to you when you wear glasses, imagine how attractive the rest of us will be with the glasses as an added bonus!”
“You’ve just vaguely insulted me again…”
“And anyway, we’d be able to emulate a whole plethora of likeable characterizations! The gentle, kind-hearted megane… The dashingly intelligent megane… The sweet but socially shunned and bullied megane… The moe knows no bounds!”
Kyouya tapped his pen against his clipboard, nodding vaguely. “And what about clients who aren’t interested in the megane look?” he asked.
“Well,” said Tamaki, “in contrast to the megane-ification of the rest of us, you will go without your glasses. But that whole thing shouldn’t be too much of a problem, since I’m sure our megane halves will be irresistible on an entirely new level!”
With this said, Tamaki suddenly reached forward and snatched Kyouya’s glasses. Kyouya’s first instinct was to swat the prince’s hand away, but upon quickly regaining his composure he let Tamaki slide the glasses onto his own nose.
The room and Tamaki were blurred, but from the vague outline that Kyouya could see of him, Tamaki seemed to be standing with his hands on his hips, chest held out. Kyouya couldn’t see the grin on his face, but he knew it was there.
“Well? How do I look?” the prince asked. “Completely irresistible, right?”
“I wouldn’t know,” said Kyouya, and upon receiving a confused and slightly put-out noise from Tamaki, he added, “You’re wearing my glasses.”
“Oh, right, right,” said Tamaki, a bit flustered. He turned and stumbled across the room, probably to look at himself in the full body mirror that was leaning against the left wall. Kyouya listened to his uncharacteristically clumsy progress, until there was a moment of silence when Tamaki reached his destination.
The quiet stretched for awhile, then Tamaki shrieked, “MOOOOOM!!”
“Yes, Tamaki?” said Kyouya, turning and squinting in the prince’s general direction.
“I can’t see myself!” Tamaki wailed.
“That’s because you’re wearing my glasses.”
Tamaki returned blindly to the chairs, his stumbling even more awkward than it was earlier due to his current distress.
“Forget it,” he said, taking off the glasses and all but throwing them back in Kyouya’s face. “It was a bad idea! A very, very bad idea!”
Kyouya calmly slid his glasses back on, blinking a couple of times at the sudden return of clarity. He gave Tamaki a smirk. “All because you couldn’t see yourself, Dad?”
Tamaki waved a dismissive hand, flushing slightly. “You’re right: not all of our costumers would be interested,” he said. “And besides I like Haruhi’s idea best. She came up with the beach party scenario, right?”
Kyouya nodded pointedly, still smiling to himself. “You know, we could use glasses without lenses,” he said, conversationally. “Or with fake lenses. So in fact, you’d still be able to see yourself...”
“I like Haruhi’s idea best,” Tamaki repeated. He was regaining some of his princeliness now. “She’s our lovely daughter, after all. She knows best. The beach party it is.”
“Sounds like a plan, Dad,” said Kyouya.
On his clipboard, however, he discreetly circled the previously scratched-out Megane. Perhaps it could be an interesting experiment after all.
xxx
Title: none yet (suggestions welcome)
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm not Bisco Hatori and am not making money
Summary: Tamaki and Kyouya discuss possible host club projects.
Kyouya glanced up from his clipboard, and was mildly surprised to see that the third music room wasn’t empty. Usually he was the first to arrive after school, sometimes a good thirty minutes before the rest of the club, all the better for organizing the room and putting his scarce amount of quiet time to good use. But today, instead of the customary high-ceilinged, buzzing silence that tends to fill up empty classrooms, he was greeted by blonde hair and a beaming smile. It was a perfectly welcome sight (somewhat), but at the same time it was a reason to be wary. When Tamaki was the first to show up, it usually meant he was especially excited about something, which usually meant he had come up with a particularly outlandish (and, more often than not, bad) idea.
“Mommy~!” the prince greeted with his usual flourish, followed by a slight pout. “You shouldn’t walk while looking at your clipboard. You’ll trip over something!”
“Force of habit,” said Kyouya, closing the door behind him. He lowered the clipboard to his side, only because arguing with Tamaki was typically a waste of energy and to be avoided when manageable.
The prince ushered him toward a pair of armchairs nearby, looking downright giddy. When Kyouya was seated, Tamaki stood in front of him, seemingly forgetting about the other chair and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Mom, I just had the greatest-”
“I’ve been meaning to go over those brainstorming ideas the club came up with last meeting with you,” Kyouya interrupted. He turned a page in his clipboard, and took a pen out of his breast pocket.
“Wha? Right, sure, sure! Of course!” said Tamaki. “But before that, you wouldn’t believe how great-”
“It would probably be best to solidify our plans for our previous ideas before diving into new ones,” said Kyouya. “Otherwise we’ll forget them.”
He pretended not to notice how positively aghast Tamaki seemed at this idea. It was one of those moments when disagreeing with Tamaki was necessary in order to get things done, however, and those moments usually were only successful ventures if one of two strategies were executed: either make sure that Tamaki doesn’t have a chance to get a word in edgewise, or somehow convince him that it was all his idea to begin with.
“What are your opinions on the beach party scenario, Dad?” Kyouya asked. He used the nickname because he knew it always excited Tamaki on the rare occasion he played along with the family gig. Sure enough, the prince seemed to swell a bit, forgetting his displeasure for a moment.
“Well, it’s always helpful to show some skin,” Tamaki said with an air of expertise. “The beach party scene has always been a good standby... Who came up with that idea?”
“The twins suggested it,” said Kyouya.
Tamaki scrunched up his nose. “Nevermind,” he said. “That’s a terrible idea. We should do something else.”
Kyouya nodded, and circled Beach Party on his clipboard.
“Next, there was an idea for a library,” he read.
“A library?”
“Yes… Apparently there would be books available for guests to read… and a note here says ‘maybe the hosts could read some things aloud, or something’. Haruhi suggested it. She didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it, though…”
“Ah! Well, if our adorable Haruhi came up with it, I say it’s a grand idea!”
Kyouya nodded, and scratched out Library.
They continued on like this for awhile, and the further they got down the list, the more Tamaki seemed to remember his previous convictions, and the more he began to fidget. When they finished (with a circling of Ice Cream Shop), Kyouya lowered his clipboard and pushed his glasses up his nose.
“And that’s the rest of them,” he said, incredibly calm next to Tamaki’s resulting burst of childish glee. “You had a new idea then, Dad?”
Tamaki grinned and stood a bit straighter, tapping his chin. “It’s an ingenious plan, if I do say so myself,” he said. “I came up with it during History. I was thinking about the host club, and it occurred to me that you’re reasonably popular with the ladies. This struck me as odd, and I was trying to think about what made you so attractive to them, since you’re not all that inherently likeable-”
“That makes me feel just wonderful, Tamaki.”
“-and I realized then what it is about you that’s so irresistible. It was really an epiphany.” Here Tamaki paused, probably for dramatic effect, and gave Kyouya a very self-assured look. “I decided that our next host club project should mirror this irresistible trait of yours.”
Kyouya cocked an eyebrow. “And what is that?”
“Megane!” Tamaki said. The word burst from his mouth with a great show of passion, and left the room somewhat awkwardly silent for a moment afterward.
Kyouya wrote down the word Megane on his clipboard, then promptly crossed it out.
“It’s a foolproof plan!” Tamaki continued, still immensely pleased with himself. “Think about it, Mom! If the lovely ladies are attracted even to you when you wear glasses, imagine how attractive the rest of us will be with the glasses as an added bonus!”
“You’ve just vaguely insulted me again…”
“And anyway, we’d be able to emulate a whole plethora of likeable characterizations! The gentle, kind-hearted megane… The dashingly intelligent megane… The sweet but socially shunned and bullied megane… The moe knows no bounds!”
Kyouya tapped his pen against his clipboard, nodding vaguely. “And what about clients who aren’t interested in the megane look?” he asked.
“Well,” said Tamaki, “in contrast to the megane-ification of the rest of us, you will go without your glasses. But that whole thing shouldn’t be too much of a problem, since I’m sure our megane halves will be irresistible on an entirely new level!”
With this said, Tamaki suddenly reached forward and snatched Kyouya’s glasses. Kyouya’s first instinct was to swat the prince’s hand away, but upon quickly regaining his composure he let Tamaki slide the glasses onto his own nose.
The room and Tamaki were blurred, but from the vague outline that Kyouya could see of him, Tamaki seemed to be standing with his hands on his hips, chest held out. Kyouya couldn’t see the grin on his face, but he knew it was there.
“Well? How do I look?” the prince asked. “Completely irresistible, right?”
“I wouldn’t know,” said Kyouya, and upon receiving a confused and slightly put-out noise from Tamaki, he added, “You’re wearing my glasses.”
“Oh, right, right,” said Tamaki, a bit flustered. He turned and stumbled across the room, probably to look at himself in the full body mirror that was leaning against the left wall. Kyouya listened to his uncharacteristically clumsy progress, until there was a moment of silence when Tamaki reached his destination.
The quiet stretched for awhile, then Tamaki shrieked, “MOOOOOM!!”
“Yes, Tamaki?” said Kyouya, turning and squinting in the prince’s general direction.
“I can’t see myself!” Tamaki wailed.
“That’s because you’re wearing my glasses.”
Tamaki returned blindly to the chairs, his stumbling even more awkward than it was earlier due to his current distress.
“Forget it,” he said, taking off the glasses and all but throwing them back in Kyouya’s face. “It was a bad idea! A very, very bad idea!”
Kyouya calmly slid his glasses back on, blinking a couple of times at the sudden return of clarity. He gave Tamaki a smirk. “All because you couldn’t see yourself, Dad?”
Tamaki waved a dismissive hand, flushing slightly. “You’re right: not all of our costumers would be interested,” he said. “And besides I like Haruhi’s idea best. She came up with the beach party scenario, right?”
Kyouya nodded pointedly, still smiling to himself. “You know, we could use glasses without lenses,” he said, conversationally. “Or with fake lenses. So in fact, you’d still be able to see yourself...”
“I like Haruhi’s idea best,” Tamaki repeated. He was regaining some of his princeliness now. “She’s our lovely daughter, after all. She knows best. The beach party it is.”
“Sounds like a plan, Dad,” said Kyouya.
On his clipboard, however, he discreetly circled the previously scratched-out Megane. Perhaps it could be an interesting experiment after all.
xxx