Ouran- "Mean Things"
One to go!
Title: Mean Things
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Kyouya, Tamaki
Word Count: 950
Warning/s: Randomness, from my vague recollections of Tamaki backstory from the anime. Also OOC, because I think Tamaki is probably not this smart. LOL
Summary: Why Tamaki loves Kyouya.
Dedication: uminohikari’s request on the love meme post!
A/N: Yeah, still sick of the five things prompts for the time being. LOL These are much shorter, but somehow just as hard. Anyway, I hope this makes sense as I was writing it while watching a movie./ LOL
Kyouya is cold and sometimes he says mean things. It is what makes most people afraid of him, what keeps them far away from him so they stay off of his radar and out of danger.
But Tamaki isn’t like that; maybe it is because he is already very used to cold people who say mean things. Tamaki’s grandmother is cold to him all the time and says far meaner things to him than Kyouya ever does. She outright scares Tamaki sometimes, even though Tamaki knows in his heart that it is not manly or proper or beautiful for a gentleman of his good looks and good breeding to be frightened of such an old, small woman.
But even still, he thinks she is scary all the same, perhaps even as scary as Kyouya might be to all those other people, the ones who owe Kyouya money or the ones whose businesses Kyouya is trying to takeover via legitimate stock trades and/or a few less legitimate blackmail materials he gathered on them over the course of his investigations.
But to Tamaki, even though Kyouya is cold just like his grandmother and sometimes says mean things just like his grandmother, Kyouya is not scary like his grandmother is at all.
Maybe it is because the difference between them is that Kyouya has never done mean things like Tamaki’s grandmother has, at least not to anyone who didn’t do something mean to him (or the Ootori family or Tamaki) first.
So while it is true that Kyouya sometimes says mean things, it has never been for the sole purpose of hurting somebody else.
Tamaki thinks his grandmother cannot say the same.
Also, the nature of the mean things that his grandmother and Kyouya say are very different, as different as the way Kyouya treats business partners and business rivals at formal dinners.
Where Tamaki’s grandmother will say things to him like, “What an ugly, unlovable, stupid boy,” or “Can’t you even do a simple task correctly?” Kyouya will say, “No, Tamaki, we cannot have an elephant at today’s garden party, even if the theme is circuses,” or, “I have already submitted the first proof to the publisher, Tamaki, and if you would like that picture of Haruhi taken out of the final product, you will have to provide me with something well worth making up the cost of renegotiating our contract with the printers.”
Really, the two aren’t anything alike at all, except for the fact that Tamaki feels something like disappointment whenever he hears them.
But Tamaki knows that the intent behind them is different; his grandmother’s intent is to show him that she is displeased, to show him that she does not approve, to show him that she never will. Kyouya’s intent is to keep lovely young heiresses from being trampled by startled circus beasts and to provide a working preliminary budget by next month for the host club’s upcoming Autumn Midnight Masquerade Ball.
The difference between them is that the things Kyouya says to Tamaki are never lies.
“What an ugly, unlovable, stupid boy,” his grandmother sniffs over tea at her estate one day, quietly. Even still, it is always loud enough for everyone else in the room to hear.
The words hit Tamaki like a blow; it makes him afraid of her in a shameful way all over again, that tiny, old lady.
“So true, my apologies. Lovely day, grandmother,” he tells her, in sweet response. He is too frightened to be anything but, to say anything more.
“I must practice my tea pouring,” he thinks, as a servant cleans up the drops of tea he had spilled under his grandmother’s sharp gaze. He swallows, looks down at the table, and carefully pours the rest.
But his grandmother just watches him, cool and elegant and horribly, horrible cruel. “Stupid, stupid boy,” she murmurs eventually, and leaves the room.
Tamaki’s disappointment sinks deeper in his chest as the door closes behind her.
“No, Tamaki,” Kyouya says over tea in the clubroom the following afternoon, quietly. It is loud enough for the others to hear all the same, perhaps because they are always listening. “I do not think we will be able to put together a fully mobile operatic façade to your specifications by noon tomorrow.”
The words hit Tamaki with sharp disappointment again, the same as yesterday’s but different all at once.
“I have been practicing my Music of the Night,” he thinks to himself, and would really like a set piece with a crystal chandelier to swing from. He pouts.
Kyouya eyes him in the meantime, cool and elegant and horribly, horribly fond. “Well, perhaps by Monday, Tamaki,” he says eventually, and leaves the room.
As the door closes behind him, Tamaki’s disappointment is replaced with joy. Perhaps gratitude as well.
Kyouya is cold and sometimes he says mean things. It makes people afraid of him, makes them stay away from him on instinct because they don’t understand him at all.
But Tamaki is used to his grandmother, and because he is used to the fear her coldness inspires and to the mean things she makes up for no other reason than to hurt him with, he also knows that Kyouya isn’t the same as her. He isn’t scary like that at all.
And while countless people will always fear Kyouya all the same, Tamaki knows he never will, because he understands that Kyouya’s coldness and the things he says are really very kind, because Kyouya is really very kind.
Tamaki can only hope that his grandmother has someone who believes in her like that as well.
He is certain it would be horribly lonely for her otherwise.
END
Edits? Probably need lots. LOL
Hey, this is the first fic written on my new laptop. XD
Title: Mean Things
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Kyouya, Tamaki
Word Count: 950
Warning/s: Randomness, from my vague recollections of Tamaki backstory from the anime. Also OOC, because I think Tamaki is probably not this smart. LOL
Summary: Why Tamaki loves Kyouya.
Dedication: uminohikari’s request on the love meme post!
A/N: Yeah, still sick of the five things prompts for the time being. LOL These are much shorter, but somehow just as hard. Anyway, I hope this makes sense as I was writing it while watching a movie./ LOL
Kyouya is cold and sometimes he says mean things. It is what makes most people afraid of him, what keeps them far away from him so they stay off of his radar and out of danger.
But Tamaki isn’t like that; maybe it is because he is already very used to cold people who say mean things. Tamaki’s grandmother is cold to him all the time and says far meaner things to him than Kyouya ever does. She outright scares Tamaki sometimes, even though Tamaki knows in his heart that it is not manly or proper or beautiful for a gentleman of his good looks and good breeding to be frightened of such an old, small woman.
But even still, he thinks she is scary all the same, perhaps even as scary as Kyouya might be to all those other people, the ones who owe Kyouya money or the ones whose businesses Kyouya is trying to takeover via legitimate stock trades and/or a few less legitimate blackmail materials he gathered on them over the course of his investigations.
But to Tamaki, even though Kyouya is cold just like his grandmother and sometimes says mean things just like his grandmother, Kyouya is not scary like his grandmother is at all.
Maybe it is because the difference between them is that Kyouya has never done mean things like Tamaki’s grandmother has, at least not to anyone who didn’t do something mean to him (or the Ootori family or Tamaki) first.
So while it is true that Kyouya sometimes says mean things, it has never been for the sole purpose of hurting somebody else.
Tamaki thinks his grandmother cannot say the same.
Also, the nature of the mean things that his grandmother and Kyouya say are very different, as different as the way Kyouya treats business partners and business rivals at formal dinners.
Where Tamaki’s grandmother will say things to him like, “What an ugly, unlovable, stupid boy,” or “Can’t you even do a simple task correctly?” Kyouya will say, “No, Tamaki, we cannot have an elephant at today’s garden party, even if the theme is circuses,” or, “I have already submitted the first proof to the publisher, Tamaki, and if you would like that picture of Haruhi taken out of the final product, you will have to provide me with something well worth making up the cost of renegotiating our contract with the printers.”
Really, the two aren’t anything alike at all, except for the fact that Tamaki feels something like disappointment whenever he hears them.
But Tamaki knows that the intent behind them is different; his grandmother’s intent is to show him that she is displeased, to show him that she does not approve, to show him that she never will. Kyouya’s intent is to keep lovely young heiresses from being trampled by startled circus beasts and to provide a working preliminary budget by next month for the host club’s upcoming Autumn Midnight Masquerade Ball.
The difference between them is that the things Kyouya says to Tamaki are never lies.
“What an ugly, unlovable, stupid boy,” his grandmother sniffs over tea at her estate one day, quietly. Even still, it is always loud enough for everyone else in the room to hear.
The words hit Tamaki like a blow; it makes him afraid of her in a shameful way all over again, that tiny, old lady.
“So true, my apologies. Lovely day, grandmother,” he tells her, in sweet response. He is too frightened to be anything but, to say anything more.
“I must practice my tea pouring,” he thinks, as a servant cleans up the drops of tea he had spilled under his grandmother’s sharp gaze. He swallows, looks down at the table, and carefully pours the rest.
But his grandmother just watches him, cool and elegant and horribly, horrible cruel. “Stupid, stupid boy,” she murmurs eventually, and leaves the room.
Tamaki’s disappointment sinks deeper in his chest as the door closes behind her.
“No, Tamaki,” Kyouya says over tea in the clubroom the following afternoon, quietly. It is loud enough for the others to hear all the same, perhaps because they are always listening. “I do not think we will be able to put together a fully mobile operatic façade to your specifications by noon tomorrow.”
The words hit Tamaki with sharp disappointment again, the same as yesterday’s but different all at once.
“I have been practicing my Music of the Night,” he thinks to himself, and would really like a set piece with a crystal chandelier to swing from. He pouts.
Kyouya eyes him in the meantime, cool and elegant and horribly, horribly fond. “Well, perhaps by Monday, Tamaki,” he says eventually, and leaves the room.
As the door closes behind him, Tamaki’s disappointment is replaced with joy. Perhaps gratitude as well.
Kyouya is cold and sometimes he says mean things. It makes people afraid of him, makes them stay away from him on instinct because they don’t understand him at all.
But Tamaki is used to his grandmother, and because he is used to the fear her coldness inspires and to the mean things she makes up for no other reason than to hurt him with, he also knows that Kyouya isn’t the same as her. He isn’t scary like that at all.
And while countless people will always fear Kyouya all the same, Tamaki knows he never will, because he understands that Kyouya’s coldness and the things he says are really very kind, because Kyouya is really very kind.
Tamaki can only hope that his grandmother has someone who believes in her like that as well.
He is certain it would be horribly lonely for her otherwise.
END
Edits? Probably need lots. LOL
Hey, this is the first fic written on my new laptop. XD