Fic: Of Cross Dressing and Dating
Title: Of Cross-Dressing and Dating
Pairing: KyouKao (OMFG!)
Rating: PGish
Summary: He's willing to do anything to be introduced as your date, but you are not going to go along with this.
Warnings: Yaoi--Psh, if you have a problem with that, shoo fly!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, Kyouya, Kaoru, or the rest of the Host Club, but I did write this...So...COPYRIGHT!
Author's Notes: This is a follow up to Hand Holding ( community.livejournal.com/kyouyaxkaoru/23815.html#cutid1 ), and told in the same style with no quotationmarks--only italics.
So, you want to...what? I look at him; see the blush rising in both cheeks and the way he averts his eyes self consciously.
I think it could be a valuable experience. After all, you can’t ever take me out otherwise... Kaoru’s mumbling a bit, and you can’t help but feel that the flush makes him all the more adorable. He chances a glance at you, catches your eye and looks back down.
So you want to cross dress... You clarify skeptically. So that I can take you to the boring, old, high class opening dinner of my family’s new hospital? Kaoru, that’s stupid.
No-no it’s not, Kyouya! I-I mean... For some reason, this is reminding you of the time he insisted that the two of you holding hands, only Kaoru’s not on the defensive, more of the appeasing. You smirk. If...if we could just...I dunno. I promise I’ll be good. Please?
You don’t really have the heart to say no, yet, but the whole idea seems to be all the more stupid. Let him down easily and avoid the whole imitation of Tamaki in his Emo Corner. Kaoru, you do realize what would happen if anyone found out?
He’s flustered and finally looks up, his eyes wide and alight. B-but, I’ll be good! I promise. No one will find out! I’m good at this-trust me! No one’s ever found me out before!
Kaoru...
Please, Kyouya! Don’t you love me?
Oh, so he’s playing that card. You adjust your glasses subconsciously and fold your arms, sandwiching your dark bound notebook between your arms and your chest. What’s that supposed to mean, Kaoru?
Well...Usually....people go on dates and...
Why are you trying to conform us to what other couples are? We’re not exactly normal. He’s flushing again, and averting his eyes, grumbles a bit.
So...you won’t take me to your party.... His voice is so low that you almost don’t hear him, but the general jist of the sentence is very communicable, and doesn’t do anything to lighten your mood. Instead, you open your notebook and sigh.
I never said that...
He’s looking at you now, but your don’t take your eyes off the print that your scrawled on the page of the notebook earlier.
What? He asks, semi confused. You smirk at your paper and extract a pen from the breast pocket of your white shirt that you donned in favor of your Ouran blazer. Scrawling something unimportant, you don’t even pay attention to what you’re writing and instead can’t help envision Kaoru in drag.
You don’t have to cross dress to come to the party.
But you can’t introduce me as your date.
I could.
Not in a socially acceptable fashion. Your father would kill you, and my mother would never forgive me for screwing up any prospects our family had with the Ootori Group. He’s slightly babbling, but it’s adorable, and not over done like it is with Tamaki. He’s being reasonable, even, but that doesn’t sway the direction of your conversation.
You’re right. And I’m not going to.
He wilts a little.
But I could.
But you’re not going to.
But I could.
And he seems to get it then, and suddenly, there’s a hand in your arm and warm breath in your ear, and a smirk in the voice that drawls out, Acquaintance, then?
Acquaintances.
Pairing: KyouKao (OMFG!)
Rating: PGish
Summary: He's willing to do anything to be introduced as your date, but you are not going to go along with this.
Warnings: Yaoi--Psh, if you have a problem with that, shoo fly!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, Kyouya, Kaoru, or the rest of the Host Club, but I did write this...So...COPYRIGHT!
Author's Notes: This is a follow up to Hand Holding ( community.livejournal.com/kyouyaxkaoru/23815.html#cutid1 ), and told in the same style with no quotationmarks--only italics.
So, you want to...what? I look at him; see the blush rising in both cheeks and the way he averts his eyes self consciously.
I think it could be a valuable experience. After all, you can’t ever take me out otherwise... Kaoru’s mumbling a bit, and you can’t help but feel that the flush makes him all the more adorable. He chances a glance at you, catches your eye and looks back down.
So you want to cross dress... You clarify skeptically. So that I can take you to the boring, old, high class opening dinner of my family’s new hospital? Kaoru, that’s stupid.
No-no it’s not, Kyouya! I-I mean... For some reason, this is reminding you of the time he insisted that the two of you holding hands, only Kaoru’s not on the defensive, more of the appeasing. You smirk. If...if we could just...I dunno. I promise I’ll be good. Please?
You don’t really have the heart to say no, yet, but the whole idea seems to be all the more stupid. Let him down easily and avoid the whole imitation of Tamaki in his Emo Corner. Kaoru, you do realize what would happen if anyone found out?
He’s flustered and finally looks up, his eyes wide and alight. B-but, I’ll be good! I promise. No one will find out! I’m good at this-trust me! No one’s ever found me out before!
Kaoru...
Please, Kyouya! Don’t you love me?
Oh, so he’s playing that card. You adjust your glasses subconsciously and fold your arms, sandwiching your dark bound notebook between your arms and your chest. What’s that supposed to mean, Kaoru?
Well...Usually....people go on dates and...
Why are you trying to conform us to what other couples are? We’re not exactly normal. He’s flushing again, and averting his eyes, grumbles a bit.
So...you won’t take me to your party.... His voice is so low that you almost don’t hear him, but the general jist of the sentence is very communicable, and doesn’t do anything to lighten your mood. Instead, you open your notebook and sigh.
I never said that...
He’s looking at you now, but your don’t take your eyes off the print that your scrawled on the page of the notebook earlier.
What? He asks, semi confused. You smirk at your paper and extract a pen from the breast pocket of your white shirt that you donned in favor of your Ouran blazer. Scrawling something unimportant, you don’t even pay attention to what you’re writing and instead can’t help envision Kaoru in drag.
You don’t have to cross dress to come to the party.
But you can’t introduce me as your date.
I could.
Not in a socially acceptable fashion. Your father would kill you, and my mother would never forgive me for screwing up any prospects our family had with the Ootori Group. He’s slightly babbling, but it’s adorable, and not over done like it is with Tamaki. He’s being reasonable, even, but that doesn’t sway the direction of your conversation.
You’re right. And I’m not going to.
He wilts a little.
But I could.
But you’re not going to.
But I could.
And he seems to get it then, and suddenly, there’s a hand in your arm and warm breath in your ear, and a smirk in the voice that drawls out, Acquaintance, then?
Acquaintances.