Assorted Ouran Shorts #5.
A collection of Ouran one-shots, various pairings and scenarios.
Title: Old Married Couple
Character(s): Tamaki, Kyouya
Pairing(s): Tamaki/Haruhi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Hatori Bisco and related companies.
Word count: 707
Preview: “I’m glad,” Tamaki says with a grin. “No matter what, Kaasan, I always want to be a team with you.”
OLD MARRIED COUPLE
“No, I will not marry you,” Kyouya deadpans when presented with a ring box one fine day.
Tamaki looks at him with wide, uncomprehending eyes before bursting into laughter. He flings himself on Kyouya rapturously, who is forced to catch him awkwardly from his seated position in the high-backed executive roller chair.
“Kaasan! I didn’t know you wanted me to propose!”
Kyouya sighs as his coffee mug tumbles over with a loud clink on the glass surface, the last of the cold liquid residue thankfully pooling far away from his important documents and electronic devices. The blond in his arms is too close for comfort, content to rest in his lap and dominate the entirety of his attention.
To think Kyouya had designed his desk such that there should be no space on any corner or edge for anyone to rest their bottom on, regardless of how small said bottom is. Tamaki has worked his way around Kyouya’s preventative measures again - comme il faut, then.
Why does Kyouya even bother anymore?
“I have borne you three children yet you have given me no legitimacy,” Kyouya informs him without change in inflection, heaving his arms upwards to deposit Tamaki on the floor in an ungainly heap. “With these hands I have raised them since I was sixteen; single-handedly I have managed our family’s accounts, put food on the table and kept us from bankruptcy despite your prodigal ways; I have monitored our children’s studies and cared for the parents and parents-in-law; truly there is no fate worse than this, to have the father of my children come to me to show me a ring he has bought for another woman.”
In quick succession, Tamaki bursts into tears. “Kaaaaaaasaaaaaaaan! You’ve sacrificed so much, Kaasan! I am ashamed to be in your presence!”
“You should be.” Kyouya returns to reviewing the details of the new advertising campaign with a tiny smile. Ugh, does this blockheaded assistant understand the meaning of ‘provide me with a summary’? He is so fired.
Tamaki languishes at his feet quietly, studying the engagement ring as it catches the light - his arms are twined around Kyouya’s lower leg and his head rests on Kyouya’s thigh.
“Kaasan.”
“What?” Kyouya asks absently, fingers blazing across the keyboard to churn out a blistering email to his assistant.
“Kaasan.” Hands start to rub his calf gently.
Kyouya turns to him in time to see the kiss pressed to his knee. In reciprocation, he threads his fingers through hair the colour of sunlight and admits softly, “Well, it was my family, too.”
Tamaki’s eyes sparkle at him.
“And it was a family that you gave to me, terrible husband though you were.”
Emitting a sound that’s a cross between a whine and a snort, Tamaki grabs the armrests of the chair to raise himself up and gaze at Kyouya seriously. “Was I really that bad?”
Kyouya sighs once more. “I am certain you will be a wonderful husband to Haruhi. That ring, for example, is in accordance with her tastes and not yours and yes, I agree that she will like it; you may proceed with your quest to procure a wife.”
“Answer me, Kyouya. Was I really that bad?”
He arches an eyebrow. “What do you want me to say, Tamaki? I have already told you that I believe you will make a good spouse.”
“No.” Tamaki shakes his head. “Was I a good husband to you?”
The words are right on the tip of Kyouya’s tongue - he is about to say that they aren’t married and have never been, but… that’s a complete lie, isn’t it?
He laughs dryly, unable to summon a response. Tamaki has that effect on him.
“Kyouya,” Tamaki whispers against his lips, “did I make you happy? Was I there for you when you wanted me to be? Did I make you feel like life was worth living?”
Inhaling deeply to stabilize himself, Kyouya closes his eyes.
“Yes.”
He clarifies, “On all counts, Tousan.”
“I didn’t let you down?”
“No.”
“It was a good marriage for you, too?”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad,” Tamaki says with a grin. “No matter what, Kaasan, I always want to be a team with you.”
Me too. Me too, Tousan.
Title: Old Married Couple
Character(s): Tamaki, Kyouya
Pairing(s): Tamaki/Haruhi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Hatori Bisco and related companies.
Word count: 707
Preview: “I’m glad,” Tamaki says with a grin. “No matter what, Kaasan, I always want to be a team with you.”
OLD MARRIED COUPLE
“No, I will not marry you,” Kyouya deadpans when presented with a ring box one fine day.
Tamaki looks at him with wide, uncomprehending eyes before bursting into laughter. He flings himself on Kyouya rapturously, who is forced to catch him awkwardly from his seated position in the high-backed executive roller chair.
“Kaasan! I didn’t know you wanted me to propose!”
Kyouya sighs as his coffee mug tumbles over with a loud clink on the glass surface, the last of the cold liquid residue thankfully pooling far away from his important documents and electronic devices. The blond in his arms is too close for comfort, content to rest in his lap and dominate the entirety of his attention.
To think Kyouya had designed his desk such that there should be no space on any corner or edge for anyone to rest their bottom on, regardless of how small said bottom is. Tamaki has worked his way around Kyouya’s preventative measures again - comme il faut, then.
Why does Kyouya even bother anymore?
“I have borne you three children yet you have given me no legitimacy,” Kyouya informs him without change in inflection, heaving his arms upwards to deposit Tamaki on the floor in an ungainly heap. “With these hands I have raised them since I was sixteen; single-handedly I have managed our family’s accounts, put food on the table and kept us from bankruptcy despite your prodigal ways; I have monitored our children’s studies and cared for the parents and parents-in-law; truly there is no fate worse than this, to have the father of my children come to me to show me a ring he has bought for another woman.”
In quick succession, Tamaki bursts into tears. “Kaaaaaaasaaaaaaaan! You’ve sacrificed so much, Kaasan! I am ashamed to be in your presence!”
“You should be.” Kyouya returns to reviewing the details of the new advertising campaign with a tiny smile. Ugh, does this blockheaded assistant understand the meaning of ‘provide me with a summary’? He is so fired.
Tamaki languishes at his feet quietly, studying the engagement ring as it catches the light - his arms are twined around Kyouya’s lower leg and his head rests on Kyouya’s thigh.
“Kaasan.”
“What?” Kyouya asks absently, fingers blazing across the keyboard to churn out a blistering email to his assistant.
“Kaasan.” Hands start to rub his calf gently.
Kyouya turns to him in time to see the kiss pressed to his knee. In reciprocation, he threads his fingers through hair the colour of sunlight and admits softly, “Well, it was my family, too.”
Tamaki’s eyes sparkle at him.
“And it was a family that you gave to me, terrible husband though you were.”
Emitting a sound that’s a cross between a whine and a snort, Tamaki grabs the armrests of the chair to raise himself up and gaze at Kyouya seriously. “Was I really that bad?”
Kyouya sighs once more. “I am certain you will be a wonderful husband to Haruhi. That ring, for example, is in accordance with her tastes and not yours and yes, I agree that she will like it; you may proceed with your quest to procure a wife.”
“Answer me, Kyouya. Was I really that bad?”
He arches an eyebrow. “What do you want me to say, Tamaki? I have already told you that I believe you will make a good spouse.”
“No.” Tamaki shakes his head. “Was I a good husband to you?”
The words are right on the tip of Kyouya’s tongue - he is about to say that they aren’t married and have never been, but… that’s a complete lie, isn’t it?
He laughs dryly, unable to summon a response. Tamaki has that effect on him.
“Kyouya,” Tamaki whispers against his lips, “did I make you happy? Was I there for you when you wanted me to be? Did I make you feel like life was worth living?”
Inhaling deeply to stabilize himself, Kyouya closes his eyes.
“Yes.”
He clarifies, “On all counts, Tousan.”
“I didn’t let you down?”
“No.”
“It was a good marriage for you, too?”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad,” Tamaki says with a grin. “No matter what, Kaasan, I always want to be a team with you.”
Me too. Me too, Tousan.