Ouran High School Host Club > Fanfic/Drabbles > Some Princes Become Kings (Part 8)
Title: Some Princes Become Kings (Part 8)
Author: Kagaya Chou (my deviantART account is used more than my LJ account)
Characters/Pairing: Ohtori Kyouya + Suoh Tamaki
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1000 (10 drabbles, Kyouya-centric at odd numbers; Tamaki-centric at even)
Summary: A hundred reasons between them, each worth far more than a hundred words.
Warnings/Spoilers: Well, there’s a bit more information on Tamaki’s father, Suoh Yuzuru, and on the Ouran High School Black Magic Club’s president, Nekozawa Umehito. The original point of the story for me was to figure out how Tamaki and Kyouya could go being Princes to Kings, so if you already know what the Host Club is like, that should be fine. And if it’s still confusing, just let me know, and I’ll try to do better when I edit. Thanks!
Disclaimers: Ouran High School Host Club is by Bisco Hatori, but this piece of fan fiction belongs to me. I am also using the list from Manga Art Challenge: 100 Themes as inspiration. The actual challenge requirements seem to be for manga artwork, rather than fan fiction, but I made my own challenge out of it, that’s all.
Crossposted: kyouyatamaki, ouran_fanfics, ouranhostclub
[ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 9 | Part 10 ]
Some Princes Become Kings (Part 8)
071. Obsession
There was something disturbingly obsessive in the way Nekozawa stared at Tamaki, but unbeknownst to Kyouya, there was something equally disconcerting in the way his own eyes seemed to pierce Nekozawa's hide.
The blue-eyed boy shied a glance at him, as though he could sense mortal peril. While Mr. Suoh teased his son, Nekozawa began, "Ohtori Kyouya... I've heard a lot about you."
Kyouya smiled pleasantly. "Nothing unpleasant, I hope."
"Not at all." The older boy shook his head meekly, eyes hidden again. "You're a model student, like your brothers before you - a complete gentleman, I heard..."
"Is that so?"
072. Mischief Managed
Kyouya's glasses reflect the light, Nekozawa flinched, and Tamaki made no conscious connections. Nonetheless, Prince Charming found himself grabbing his Dark Prince on impulse, and dragging him away from the reluctant one.
"Dad! This is Kyouya, my best friend... Say hi to my dad, Kyouya. Just don't let him mess with you!"
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Suoh," the black-haired boy said, bowing.
Tamaki’s father laughed good-naturedly. "My sentiments exactly, Kyouya. Are you the one who's been looking after my idiot son all this time?"
Ugh! How could he forget the old man just liked messing with him?
073. I Can't
All went well when he exchanged pleasantries with Tamaki's father, and the Ohtori mask functioned as it always did.
While Kyouya thought, I could never be so relaxed around my own father, he simply smiled patiently, watching Suoh Yuzuru light-heartedly pick on Tamaki - and somehow kept his expression in place when the blonde idiot took the seat between Nekozawa and Kyouya himself, across from "dad."
Yes, Kyouya wanted to make nice with the leader of the Suoh Empire.
But it was Tamaki's place to sit beside his father... And not beside Nekozawa!
"Kyouya..."
Tamaki smile didn't reach his eyes either.
074. Are You Challenging Me?
When he called Kyouya, it was a question, a challenge, mostly a plea.
As much as he loved his parents, Tamaki was aware he dealt with his father far better when his mother was around, and she wasn't.
Turning to Kyouya, clutching his sleeve, he thought, sit with me, stay with me, I don't care what anyone else thinks.
And he never wanted to be forced again, to choose his father over someone else important to him - not even in some lunchtime seating arrangement.
He wondered if Kyouya understood, because Kyouya always seemed to understand, even when Tamaki himself didn't.
075. Mirror
In the end, the chairman cheerily made the choice for them, moving from his own seat into the empty one beside Tamaki.
"Dad! What are you doing?"
Yuzuru laughed. "Would you begrudge this old man for taken the rare chance to eat beside his dear, foolish son?"
"Of course not," Kyouya responded with a brief shake of his head, and a cool smile. He gently brushed Tamak's hand away, and continued smoothly on borrowed words.
"Although I must say, you seem far from old, Mr. Suoh, and dear Tamaki is not entirely foolish."
Tamaki, at least recognizing the complement, flushed.
076. Broken Pieces
Kyouya's words sparked a tirade of baby stories from Yuzuru, who seemed quite set on proving just how foolish his little boy truly was, as well as how old it made him feel.
Honestly, he was only 46, and didn't even look his age...
When his father started on how Tamaki still slept with his stuffed Beary, the blonde quickly went from blushing at the table to crumbling underneath it while his Dark Prince and the reluctant one politely listened on.
Gradually, the conversation turned frightful.
"Oh!" Tamaki pounced on Nekozawa. "I'm terribly sorry, but Kyouya can't join your club!"
077. Test
As expected, Tamaki didn't need to be kicked out from underneath the table. But that was just about all Kyouya expected.
He didn't expect Tamaki to suddenly shoot up beside Nekozawa, clutch the cloaked boy's hands, and drag them to his own chest.
He didn't expect Tamaki to turn his purple puppy eyes on the blue-eyed boy.
And he most certainly didn’t expect Tamaki to declare, "While I wholeheartedly agree his cold, shadowy qualities could make great assets to your Black Magic Club, I deeply and sincerely apologize.
"Kyouya’s going to be the vice president of my club!"
... What club?
078. Drink
From peripheral vision, Tamaki caught Kyouya tilting his head down, face hidden by the glare of light reflecting off his glasses, and the gothic silver goblet that he held up to his lips.
No comment... was a good answer!
"Oho," his father smiled, eagerly leaning forward. "What's this club going to be about, boys?"
Kyouya, with a knowing smirk, glanced slowly from Yuzuru to Nekozawa, and then to Tamaki.
"Well..." he softly sighed.
"It's a secret!" Tamaki cut Kyouya off. Gracefully settling back into his own seat, the blonde continued, "But it'll be the best club in Ouran, I swear!"
079. Starvation
Kyouya chuckled at Tamaki's enthusiasm, and wisely refrained from physical violence. He wasn’t sure what the boy was trying to pull; it was just that he hated not knowing, and Tamaki had better explain himself as soon as possible!
As for Nekozawa, the boy’s shoulders slumped more.
"Then I wish you luck, Tamaki, Kyouya..." Nekozawa mumbled, not looking anywhere in particular. "Starting, and running a club can be quite difficult, not unlike managing a business..."
"I know," Tamaki nodded. His warm smile made Nekozawa gasp in quiet awe. "I hope we novices will not be starved of your veteran expertise..."
080. Words
Lunch ended with a verbal contract between the boys - to help each other's clubs whenever necessary. Tamaki refused to spoil the surprise, but mentioned his growing interest in Japanese culture, especially cosplay, and he was delighted to discover that the Black Magic Club held meetings next to the third music room.
"Really? I never noticed the connecting doors!"
Tamaki was so happy about making a new friend that the odd comment about the worship rituals of an ancient cat demon completely went past his head.
There was also something about hexes, and curses, which made Kyouya smile - which was good!
Author: Kagaya Chou (my deviantART account is used more than my LJ account)
Characters/Pairing: Ohtori Kyouya + Suoh Tamaki
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1000 (10 drabbles, Kyouya-centric at odd numbers; Tamaki-centric at even)
Summary: A hundred reasons between them, each worth far more than a hundred words.
Warnings/Spoilers: Well, there’s a bit more information on Tamaki’s father, Suoh Yuzuru, and on the Ouran High School Black Magic Club’s president, Nekozawa Umehito. The original point of the story for me was to figure out how Tamaki and Kyouya could go being Princes to Kings, so if you already know what the Host Club is like, that should be fine. And if it’s still confusing, just let me know, and I’ll try to do better when I edit. Thanks!
Disclaimers: Ouran High School Host Club is by Bisco Hatori, but this piece of fan fiction belongs to me. I am also using the list from Manga Art Challenge: 100 Themes as inspiration. The actual challenge requirements seem to be for manga artwork, rather than fan fiction, but I made my own challenge out of it, that’s all.
Crossposted: kyouyatamaki, ouran_fanfics, ouranhostclub
[ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 9 | Part 10 ]
Some Princes Become Kings (Part 8)
071. Obsession
There was something disturbingly obsessive in the way Nekozawa stared at Tamaki, but unbeknownst to Kyouya, there was something equally disconcerting in the way his own eyes seemed to pierce Nekozawa's hide.
The blue-eyed boy shied a glance at him, as though he could sense mortal peril. While Mr. Suoh teased his son, Nekozawa began, "Ohtori Kyouya... I've heard a lot about you."
Kyouya smiled pleasantly. "Nothing unpleasant, I hope."
"Not at all." The older boy shook his head meekly, eyes hidden again. "You're a model student, like your brothers before you - a complete gentleman, I heard..."
"Is that so?"
072. Mischief Managed
Kyouya's glasses reflect the light, Nekozawa flinched, and Tamaki made no conscious connections. Nonetheless, Prince Charming found himself grabbing his Dark Prince on impulse, and dragging him away from the reluctant one.
"Dad! This is Kyouya, my best friend... Say hi to my dad, Kyouya. Just don't let him mess with you!"
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Suoh," the black-haired boy said, bowing.
Tamaki’s father laughed good-naturedly. "My sentiments exactly, Kyouya. Are you the one who's been looking after my idiot son all this time?"
Ugh! How could he forget the old man just liked messing with him?
073. I Can't
All went well when he exchanged pleasantries with Tamaki's father, and the Ohtori mask functioned as it always did.
While Kyouya thought, I could never be so relaxed around my own father, he simply smiled patiently, watching Suoh Yuzuru light-heartedly pick on Tamaki - and somehow kept his expression in place when the blonde idiot took the seat between Nekozawa and Kyouya himself, across from "dad."
Yes, Kyouya wanted to make nice with the leader of the Suoh Empire.
But it was Tamaki's place to sit beside his father... And not beside Nekozawa!
"Kyouya..."
Tamaki smile didn't reach his eyes either.
074. Are You Challenging Me?
When he called Kyouya, it was a question, a challenge, mostly a plea.
As much as he loved his parents, Tamaki was aware he dealt with his father far better when his mother was around, and she wasn't.
Turning to Kyouya, clutching his sleeve, he thought, sit with me, stay with me, I don't care what anyone else thinks.
And he never wanted to be forced again, to choose his father over someone else important to him - not even in some lunchtime seating arrangement.
He wondered if Kyouya understood, because Kyouya always seemed to understand, even when Tamaki himself didn't.
075. Mirror
In the end, the chairman cheerily made the choice for them, moving from his own seat into the empty one beside Tamaki.
"Dad! What are you doing?"
Yuzuru laughed. "Would you begrudge this old man for taken the rare chance to eat beside his dear, foolish son?"
"Of course not," Kyouya responded with a brief shake of his head, and a cool smile. He gently brushed Tamak's hand away, and continued smoothly on borrowed words.
"Although I must say, you seem far from old, Mr. Suoh, and dear Tamaki is not entirely foolish."
Tamaki, at least recognizing the complement, flushed.
076. Broken Pieces
Kyouya's words sparked a tirade of baby stories from Yuzuru, who seemed quite set on proving just how foolish his little boy truly was, as well as how old it made him feel.
Honestly, he was only 46, and didn't even look his age...
When his father started on how Tamaki still slept with his stuffed Beary, the blonde quickly went from blushing at the table to crumbling underneath it while his Dark Prince and the reluctant one politely listened on.
Gradually, the conversation turned frightful.
"Oh!" Tamaki pounced on Nekozawa. "I'm terribly sorry, but Kyouya can't join your club!"
077. Test
As expected, Tamaki didn't need to be kicked out from underneath the table. But that was just about all Kyouya expected.
He didn't expect Tamaki to suddenly shoot up beside Nekozawa, clutch the cloaked boy's hands, and drag them to his own chest.
He didn't expect Tamaki to turn his purple puppy eyes on the blue-eyed boy.
And he most certainly didn’t expect Tamaki to declare, "While I wholeheartedly agree his cold, shadowy qualities could make great assets to your Black Magic Club, I deeply and sincerely apologize.
"Kyouya’s going to be the vice president of my club!"
... What club?
078. Drink
From peripheral vision, Tamaki caught Kyouya tilting his head down, face hidden by the glare of light reflecting off his glasses, and the gothic silver goblet that he held up to his lips.
No comment... was a good answer!
"Oho," his father smiled, eagerly leaning forward. "What's this club going to be about, boys?"
Kyouya, with a knowing smirk, glanced slowly from Yuzuru to Nekozawa, and then to Tamaki.
"Well..." he softly sighed.
"It's a secret!" Tamaki cut Kyouya off. Gracefully settling back into his own seat, the blonde continued, "But it'll be the best club in Ouran, I swear!"
079. Starvation
Kyouya chuckled at Tamaki's enthusiasm, and wisely refrained from physical violence. He wasn’t sure what the boy was trying to pull; it was just that he hated not knowing, and Tamaki had better explain himself as soon as possible!
As for Nekozawa, the boy’s shoulders slumped more.
"Then I wish you luck, Tamaki, Kyouya..." Nekozawa mumbled, not looking anywhere in particular. "Starting, and running a club can be quite difficult, not unlike managing a business..."
"I know," Tamaki nodded. His warm smile made Nekozawa gasp in quiet awe. "I hope we novices will not be starved of your veteran expertise..."
080. Words
Lunch ended with a verbal contract between the boys - to help each other's clubs whenever necessary. Tamaki refused to spoil the surprise, but mentioned his growing interest in Japanese culture, especially cosplay, and he was delighted to discover that the Black Magic Club held meetings next to the third music room.
"Really? I never noticed the connecting doors!"
Tamaki was so happy about making a new friend that the odd comment about the worship rituals of an ancient cat demon completely went past his head.
There was also something about hexes, and curses, which made Kyouya smile - which was good!