Ouran- "Weakness"
A bit of a rushed job, but I FINISHED and that's one less request I owe!
Title: Weakness
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: lightly KyouyaxTamaki (though could be seen as practically gen)
Word Count: 490
Warning/s: OOC and stupidity. >>
Summary: Kyouya hopes it’s still too early to tell.
Dedication: protectra’s request on my lj.
A/N: The theme requested was: “Irresistible.” I only kind of touched on it. Maybe. >> It’s in there abstractly, I swear.
Weaknesses were a fundamental feature all human beings have that Kyouya couldn’t allow for in himself.
Not only did they garner him no merits, they actually might have served to create something as distasteful as a negative merit, and in a race where everything was on the line, he knew he had to take every advantage he got (or rather, could make for himself) along the way.
When he joined the host club at Tamaki’s behest he was initially interested in utilizing the Suou family’s resources to his personal benefit as Tamaki would have many connections Kyouya could use to build and expand his own. Being friends with the heirs of four other fabulously wealthy and powerful families could only be seen as an advantage, after all.
And how quickly the host club grew to be a recognizable force on campus had been an additional pleasant surprise to top it all off, one which gave him countless opportunities to access the bank accounts and the acquaintances of many lovely young ladies who in the future, could also serve as valuable allies.
There were-initially-- no foreseeable weaknesses to his joining the host club and as such, Kyouya saw no real reason to refuse.
He forgot however, that sometimes, sometimes the variables in the game changed.
And he was beginning to suspect that he was developing something alarmingly akin to a weakness.
But it was still too early to tell.
At the moment, Tamaki was looking at the dark-haired boy with those sad, sad puppy dog eyes of his, and Kyouya had to keep telling himself that it was still too early to tell.
Too early.
“Okaaaaasaaaan…”
Tamaki wibbled.
Kyouya sighed and it was almost- almost-- helpless sounding. “I’ll put in the order,” he conceded after another moment of looking at Tamaki’s sad, sad puppy dog face. For the first time in his life, he felt his brow twitch a little bit as he spoke. “But please have a plausible reassurance ready for the guests when they ask us if we’ve suddenly become an Okama club, Otousan.”
Tamaki sparkled, and the tears were immediately gone from the corners of his eyes, where they’d been poised to fall from just a second before. “Yay! Haruhi…bunny girl at last!” he celebrated, and hugged Kyouya around the waist by way of thanks before bounding off to complete his brilliant “Make Her Wear What the Rest of us are Wearing too- Haruhi in a Bunny Girl Costume Ultimate Strategy from a Doting Father’s Heart Full of Burning Love!” plans.
Watching the blond go, Kyouya adjusted his glasses and made a note in his portfolio that read: “it’s still too early to tell.”
The fact that sometimes the variables in the game changed without you knowing comforted him some.
And so, as he went to put in the orders for seven bunny girl outfits he’d promised Tamaki, he told himself that it wasn’t a weakness- yet.
END
EDITS PLZ.
Title: Weakness
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: lightly KyouyaxTamaki (though could be seen as practically gen)
Word Count: 490
Warning/s: OOC and stupidity. >>
Summary: Kyouya hopes it’s still too early to tell.
Dedication: protectra’s request on my lj.
A/N: The theme requested was: “Irresistible.” I only kind of touched on it. Maybe. >> It’s in there abstractly, I swear.
Weaknesses were a fundamental feature all human beings have that Kyouya couldn’t allow for in himself.
Not only did they garner him no merits, they actually might have served to create something as distasteful as a negative merit, and in a race where everything was on the line, he knew he had to take every advantage he got (or rather, could make for himself) along the way.
When he joined the host club at Tamaki’s behest he was initially interested in utilizing the Suou family’s resources to his personal benefit as Tamaki would have many connections Kyouya could use to build and expand his own. Being friends with the heirs of four other fabulously wealthy and powerful families could only be seen as an advantage, after all.
And how quickly the host club grew to be a recognizable force on campus had been an additional pleasant surprise to top it all off, one which gave him countless opportunities to access the bank accounts and the acquaintances of many lovely young ladies who in the future, could also serve as valuable allies.
There were-initially-- no foreseeable weaknesses to his joining the host club and as such, Kyouya saw no real reason to refuse.
He forgot however, that sometimes, sometimes the variables in the game changed.
And he was beginning to suspect that he was developing something alarmingly akin to a weakness.
But it was still too early to tell.
At the moment, Tamaki was looking at the dark-haired boy with those sad, sad puppy dog eyes of his, and Kyouya had to keep telling himself that it was still too early to tell.
Too early.
“Okaaaaasaaaan…”
Tamaki wibbled.
Kyouya sighed and it was almost- almost-- helpless sounding. “I’ll put in the order,” he conceded after another moment of looking at Tamaki’s sad, sad puppy dog face. For the first time in his life, he felt his brow twitch a little bit as he spoke. “But please have a plausible reassurance ready for the guests when they ask us if we’ve suddenly become an Okama club, Otousan.”
Tamaki sparkled, and the tears were immediately gone from the corners of his eyes, where they’d been poised to fall from just a second before. “Yay! Haruhi…bunny girl at last!” he celebrated, and hugged Kyouya around the waist by way of thanks before bounding off to complete his brilliant “Make Her Wear What the Rest of us are Wearing too- Haruhi in a Bunny Girl Costume Ultimate Strategy from a Doting Father’s Heart Full of Burning Love!” plans.
Watching the blond go, Kyouya adjusted his glasses and made a note in his portfolio that read: “it’s still too early to tell.”
The fact that sometimes the variables in the game changed without you knowing comforted him some.
And so, as he went to put in the orders for seven bunny girl outfits he’d promised Tamaki, he told himself that it wasn’t a weakness- yet.
END
EDITS PLZ.