fic: 12 Days of Christmas
Title: 12 Days of Christmas
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing(s): KyouyaKaoru
Genre: romance/general
Type: Twelve part series
Rating: PG-ish for very slight innuendo.
Other Notes: Some innuendo and a tinge of angst.
Disclaimer: Nopes.
Summary: A sort-of companion fic to the Asphyxiation series. Twelve drabbles, ficlets, and other such things (all are interconnected) for the holidays.
AN: *sighs* Nothing much to say, really. Here's day five.
12 Days of Christmas
Day Five
29 December
Word Count: 496
Kyouya had been balancing the Host Club’s expenses for the upcoming year, predicting and planning for the eccentric plans that Tamaki would likely cook up and he had, to say the least, been eternally grateful when Kaoru had called him. After all, his lover was quite a worthy distraction, even if it was only over the phone.
“Are you busy?”
The brunet eyed his laptop and the stack of papers next to it. “I was.”
“Oh?”
“It’s nothing; I was simply planning for next year and Tamaki’s possible proposals for the club.”
Kaoru laughed, “That must have been absolutely thrilling.”
“Indeed it was. But now that you have interrupted me, you will have to provide something much more entertaining than this. Otherwise I must punish you, devilish twin,” a smirk crept onto his lips as he jested with his lover.
“Oh, I’m sure that I’d be much more entertaining than mere numbers, Kyou-ya,” he could hear Kaoru’s own smirk in his voice, “Besides, numbers couldn’t possibly-”
“Ah-ah, Kaoru,” he cut the twin off before he could finish the (suggestive) sentence. “None of that, now.”
He chuckled, “Right, of course Mother.”
Kyouya froze for but a second at the word ‘mother’ but quickly disregarded it. “Don’t tell me that Tamaki’s ideals have corrupted you,” he said coolly, masking his brief break in character.
“Mmm, no, not necessarily.”
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just. . .” a sigh, “I’ll tell you someday.”
Kyouya couldn’t help but snort, “You make it sound as if I’m not old enough to know.”
Kaoru laughed, “Don’t look too far into it, Kyouya. It’s just my own silly musings. Nothing too important, I assure you.”
“Hmm.” Kyouya wasn’t convinced but he said nothing else. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Kaoru sounded. . . nostalgic. For what, exactly? They were talking about Tamaki and his ridiculous idea of the Host Club as a family.
Family-Kyouya knew what a family was in theory, but he never quite had true experience of it. Tamaki was right, in a sense, when he had said that Kyouya’s family wasn’t close back when he had rambled on about kotatsus. He hadn’t really cared then; but now that Tamaki had opened his eyes and Kaoru his heart, he felt as if he was missing something important.
“-ya. Kyouya!”
“Sorry, I was-”
“Thinking? As you are wont to do.” He jested lightly, though Kyouya could tell that Kaoru was curious as to what had distracted him, but Kaoru said nothing about it. Which Kyouya was grateful for; he didn’t feel like explaining himself.
“Kyouya?”
“Yes, Kaoru?”
“What’re you doing tomorrow?”
Kyouya paused. “Nothing much.”
“Come out with me?”
He could see the shy smile that accompanied the request in his mind’s eye and he chuckled, “All right.”
Thus, Kaoru started to plan and Kyouya pushed any and all other thoughts from his mind.
Anyone notice the slight reference to Kaoru's pumpkin? =P
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing(s): KyouyaKaoru
Genre: romance/general
Type: Twelve part series
Rating: PG-ish for very slight innuendo.
Other Notes: Some innuendo and a tinge of angst.
Disclaimer: Nopes.
Summary: A sort-of companion fic to the Asphyxiation series. Twelve drabbles, ficlets, and other such things (all are interconnected) for the holidays.
AN: *sighs* Nothing much to say, really. Here's day five.
12 Days of Christmas
Day Five
29 December
Word Count: 496
Kyouya had been balancing the Host Club’s expenses for the upcoming year, predicting and planning for the eccentric plans that Tamaki would likely cook up and he had, to say the least, been eternally grateful when Kaoru had called him. After all, his lover was quite a worthy distraction, even if it was only over the phone.
“Are you busy?”
The brunet eyed his laptop and the stack of papers next to it. “I was.”
“Oh?”
“It’s nothing; I was simply planning for next year and Tamaki’s possible proposals for the club.”
Kaoru laughed, “That must have been absolutely thrilling.”
“Indeed it was. But now that you have interrupted me, you will have to provide something much more entertaining than this. Otherwise I must punish you, devilish twin,” a smirk crept onto his lips as he jested with his lover.
“Oh, I’m sure that I’d be much more entertaining than mere numbers, Kyou-ya,” he could hear Kaoru’s own smirk in his voice, “Besides, numbers couldn’t possibly-”
“Ah-ah, Kaoru,” he cut the twin off before he could finish the (suggestive) sentence. “None of that, now.”
He chuckled, “Right, of course Mother.”
Kyouya froze for but a second at the word ‘mother’ but quickly disregarded it. “Don’t tell me that Tamaki’s ideals have corrupted you,” he said coolly, masking his brief break in character.
“Mmm, no, not necessarily.”
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just. . .” a sigh, “I’ll tell you someday.”
Kyouya couldn’t help but snort, “You make it sound as if I’m not old enough to know.”
Kaoru laughed, “Don’t look too far into it, Kyouya. It’s just my own silly musings. Nothing too important, I assure you.”
“Hmm.” Kyouya wasn’t convinced but he said nothing else. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Kaoru sounded. . . nostalgic. For what, exactly? They were talking about Tamaki and his ridiculous idea of the Host Club as a family.
Family-Kyouya knew what a family was in theory, but he never quite had true experience of it. Tamaki was right, in a sense, when he had said that Kyouya’s family wasn’t close back when he had rambled on about kotatsus. He hadn’t really cared then; but now that Tamaki had opened his eyes and Kaoru his heart, he felt as if he was missing something important.
“-ya. Kyouya!”
“Sorry, I was-”
“Thinking? As you are wont to do.” He jested lightly, though Kyouya could tell that Kaoru was curious as to what had distracted him, but Kaoru said nothing about it. Which Kyouya was grateful for; he didn’t feel like explaining himself.
“Kyouya?”
“Yes, Kaoru?”
“What’re you doing tomorrow?”
Kyouya paused. “Nothing much.”
“Come out with me?”
He could see the shy smile that accompanied the request in his mind’s eye and he chuckled, “All right.”
Thus, Kaoru started to plan and Kyouya pushed any and all other thoughts from his mind.
Anyone notice the slight reference to Kaoru's pumpkin? =P