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Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Characters: Kyouya, Kalira
Comments: I did it again. I am still ashamed of fanfiction. I guess because I like to think myself above them and above all the fangirl crap (total lie, because I am not). Ouran does this to me, though. It always does. I get ideas in the shower for some reason and then I have to write them. So. Shower idea.
Warnings: SHAAAAME. SHAAAAME. Language logistics fail. Fake British again. wryyyy.
The sound that the glasses had made had been innocuous enough but the end result was definitely more than what the sound belied. It wasn’t intentional - nothing harmful was ever intentional with Tamaki, really - but the end result was the same thing. One overly exuberant motion and Kyouya's glasses had been sideswiped. The glasses were tough, had been finely crafted; they were the best of their kind. They were never made to stand up to an onslaught of Tamaki, though, and they had been rather spectacularly destroyed.
One of the lenses had popped out, which would not have been that much of an issue if the lens had not then be stepped upon. The glass had shattered on the floor and as far as he could tell the frames of the glasses had been bent, one of the nose pieces also had gone missing. They were utterly ruined.
The solution could have been simple. Kyouya could have gone down to the nurse’s office; he could have sequestered a pair of contacts with the exact prescription needed. Kyouya could never abide by contacts. It wasn’t so much that he could not put them in or could not even stand to, it was more that he could not stand his face being so open. Having a pair of glasses allowed him to hide at least some of his expressions; he could hide more than the general ones that having glasses afforded him if he was in just the right amount of light. He felt naked without them.
Another solution could have been that someone could bring him a pair of glasses from home, for Kyouya had several spares just in case of emergencies. However, it seemed a waste of manpower to bring a servant all the way home when it was club hours. The day was almost over, especially since the accident had transpired when they were already well into the club hours. Kyouya could navigate, mostly, and he could still see his laptop and his notebook so long as he was fairly close to them. It would be awkward and it left him in a state of unease he was not used to.
Club time barely ever seemed to crawl while he was in the host club but for once it was going that way. Being at a disadvantage was terrible and did absolutely nothing for his usual temper. So it was that he rejected the perfectly acceptable offers of most of the club to take him home. Why bother? He could find his car, it would take him home and he could get his spares. He didn’t need someone to coddle him or Tamaki to try and make up - and probably make things worse - for his miscalculation that had ended in the disaster.
That was why he was currently walking on the grounds taking not the confident, sure strides he was used to but more mincing steps. He had to pause to check his bearings and that he wasn’t placing his feet anywhere untoward. Kyouya felt his frustration growing. He would have been home by now if not for this. Tamaki was his best friend and he had the blond to thank for many, many things... but some days he was quite willing to strangle the young man.
He was so focused on where he was placing his feet that, for the first time ever, he did not immediately notice someone's approach. The dark haired young man came to an abrupt halt, avoiding a near collision. He couldn't tell who the person was immediately but he could tell without even straining his eyes that it was a young woman - out of the yellow uniform as many of the outside clubs had no use for one; just what he needed.
Kyouya was about to make some flowery excuse when the girl stepped forward, placed her hands on his arms and steered him to the side just a tiny bit. He was about to become seriously affronted at the familiarity when he finally realized who it was. Narrowing his eyes, he stared long and hard to double check. Kalira. From what he could tell, she was looking at him curiously, wearing some lower grade clothing and looking as if she had just come from a shower. It wasn't surprising, considering that she had finally given into his insistence that she join a club. She had resisted for quite some time, but he had pointed out that it made her look better in the school's eyes as well as gave them yet another alibi for the relationship that they kept to themselves. If they were in different clubs at the same time it was much more difficult for people to see them together. It had made perfect sense to him. She hadn't seen it that way initially until she had realized that there was an equestrian club on the school grounds.
For some mind boggling reason, that had somehow made her do a complete one eighty and agree with him. It was just one more sign that, many days, he did not quite understand how his intended bride's mind worked. Of course, he was quite certain that she felt the same about him at many times.
"Is this a new look for you?" Kalira asked him, the thick British accent tingeing the Japanese. Some days, he often found it almost impossible to understand what she was saying and if he hadn’t been so good in English there might have been some issues. Thankfully, they both managed for the most part although every once in a while they grew frustrated with the slight language barrier that still existed.
"Of course not," the words were much more brusque than he intended them to be. Some days he reacted poorly to her brand of sarcasm, her brand of teasing.
"Well, some days I'm not sure. You do some crazy things for the host club at times.'
"I wouldn’t call them crazy."
"Eccentric then," Kalira conceded, for once seeming to not be spoiling for a fight. She moved her hands from his arm, resting one on her hip as she looked up at him. "So is this some eccentric thing for the club?"
"Tamaki broke them."
"Ah, I guess that was bound to happen at least once with as much as he likes to bounce around. So you’ve contacts in then? It's a bit odd, really."
"No."
"No what?"
"No, I don’t have contacts in."
"Kyouya, can you even see?"
"I have myopia, not full blindness, you know," he spoke in a clipped tone. He hoped she wasn’t about to coddle him. It would be completely out of character for her and would irritate him to no end.
"Don’t be an arse, it was a simple question," Kalira snorted. "No spares?"
"No."
"Need a guide dog?" She indicated herself with one hand.
"That statement is full of traps," Kyouya commented. A moment later and a thin frown pushed its way onto his lips. He could tell that she was looking at him. As he had told her, just because he was short-sighted didn’t mean he was blind. He could still tell when someone was staring at him and he liked it just about as much as a normal individual. "What are you staring at?"
"You," she answered honestly. "I've never really seen you without your glasses before."
"Certainly you have," he dismissed her words. "I don’t sleep in them." There were other situations, too. Mostly, he kept them on when they were doing intimate things. He liked to see her, after all, and he liked to be able to see her reactions. She never seemed to mind although every once in awhile she would remove them briefly.
It only lasted a few moments before he asked for them back - asked, not demanded. The first time he had demanded something from her like she was a servant he had seen the jerk of her arm that showed that she had stopped the slap by only sheer force of will. - and she gave them back to him each time. Certainly she could not claim that she had never seen him without his glasses.
"You look very different," she continued on like she hadn’t heard him.
"Naturally," Kyouya rolled his eyes before pausing. "So? Is it better or worse?"
"Very handsome, of course," Kalira told him. 'I believe I prefer you with your glasses better. You don’t look complete without them. Besides, I don’t want to lead your testy arse around by the hand when you can’t see." He caught the sight of a quick flash of grin before she laid her hand on his arm again and steered him down the pathway. "I suppose I can make an exception this once, especially since you wandered far off from where you should have been."
"I did not-"
"Sure," Kalira just sounded like she was humoring him. He scowled as they walked down the pathway in silence until the familiar view of some of the cars waiting for some students that hadn’t yet left. They stopped in front of a car that he knew quite well. She patted his arm and stepped back. "Think you can manage?"
"I think so," Kyouya stated dryly.
The brown haired girl raised her hand in a slight wave before turning and walking. Kyouya watched the faintly blurry figure before giving a slight sigh, "Kalira."
"Mm?"
"Make sure you keep studying. You don’t want to fall behind, do you?"
He could see her turn to look back at him and though he couldn't see her facial expression, he was fairly certain her eyebrow was raised as she stared at him. Stubborn she may be, but she was smart enough to get his meaning even without the slight inflection.
"I'll do just that," came the answer after a long pause. She turned again and continued on her way, no doubt heading to find her brother and take the car to their home. Well, their home at first. Then there would be a visitor later for a study session or two.
Characters: Kyouya, Kalira
Comments: I did it again. I am still ashamed of fanfiction. I guess because I like to think myself above them and above all the fangirl crap (total lie, because I am not). Ouran does this to me, though. It always does. I get ideas in the shower for some reason and then I have to write them. So. Shower idea.
Warnings: SHAAAAME. SHAAAAME. Language logistics fail. Fake British again. wryyyy.
The sound that the glasses had made had been innocuous enough but the end result was definitely more than what the sound belied. It wasn’t intentional - nothing harmful was ever intentional with Tamaki, really - but the end result was the same thing. One overly exuberant motion and Kyouya's glasses had been sideswiped. The glasses were tough, had been finely crafted; they were the best of their kind. They were never made to stand up to an onslaught of Tamaki, though, and they had been rather spectacularly destroyed.
One of the lenses had popped out, which would not have been that much of an issue if the lens had not then be stepped upon. The glass had shattered on the floor and as far as he could tell the frames of the glasses had been bent, one of the nose pieces also had gone missing. They were utterly ruined.
The solution could have been simple. Kyouya could have gone down to the nurse’s office; he could have sequestered a pair of contacts with the exact prescription needed. Kyouya could never abide by contacts. It wasn’t so much that he could not put them in or could not even stand to, it was more that he could not stand his face being so open. Having a pair of glasses allowed him to hide at least some of his expressions; he could hide more than the general ones that having glasses afforded him if he was in just the right amount of light. He felt naked without them.
Another solution could have been that someone could bring him a pair of glasses from home, for Kyouya had several spares just in case of emergencies. However, it seemed a waste of manpower to bring a servant all the way home when it was club hours. The day was almost over, especially since the accident had transpired when they were already well into the club hours. Kyouya could navigate, mostly, and he could still see his laptop and his notebook so long as he was fairly close to them. It would be awkward and it left him in a state of unease he was not used to.
Club time barely ever seemed to crawl while he was in the host club but for once it was going that way. Being at a disadvantage was terrible and did absolutely nothing for his usual temper. So it was that he rejected the perfectly acceptable offers of most of the club to take him home. Why bother? He could find his car, it would take him home and he could get his spares. He didn’t need someone to coddle him or Tamaki to try and make up - and probably make things worse - for his miscalculation that had ended in the disaster.
That was why he was currently walking on the grounds taking not the confident, sure strides he was used to but more mincing steps. He had to pause to check his bearings and that he wasn’t placing his feet anywhere untoward. Kyouya felt his frustration growing. He would have been home by now if not for this. Tamaki was his best friend and he had the blond to thank for many, many things... but some days he was quite willing to strangle the young man.
He was so focused on where he was placing his feet that, for the first time ever, he did not immediately notice someone's approach. The dark haired young man came to an abrupt halt, avoiding a near collision. He couldn't tell who the person was immediately but he could tell without even straining his eyes that it was a young woman - out of the yellow uniform as many of the outside clubs had no use for one; just what he needed.
Kyouya was about to make some flowery excuse when the girl stepped forward, placed her hands on his arms and steered him to the side just a tiny bit. He was about to become seriously affronted at the familiarity when he finally realized who it was. Narrowing his eyes, he stared long and hard to double check. Kalira. From what he could tell, she was looking at him curiously, wearing some lower grade clothing and looking as if she had just come from a shower. It wasn't surprising, considering that she had finally given into his insistence that she join a club. She had resisted for quite some time, but he had pointed out that it made her look better in the school's eyes as well as gave them yet another alibi for the relationship that they kept to themselves. If they were in different clubs at the same time it was much more difficult for people to see them together. It had made perfect sense to him. She hadn't seen it that way initially until she had realized that there was an equestrian club on the school grounds.
For some mind boggling reason, that had somehow made her do a complete one eighty and agree with him. It was just one more sign that, many days, he did not quite understand how his intended bride's mind worked. Of course, he was quite certain that she felt the same about him at many times.
"Is this a new look for you?" Kalira asked him, the thick British accent tingeing the Japanese. Some days, he often found it almost impossible to understand what she was saying and if he hadn’t been so good in English there might have been some issues. Thankfully, they both managed for the most part although every once in a while they grew frustrated with the slight language barrier that still existed.
"Of course not," the words were much more brusque than he intended them to be. Some days he reacted poorly to her brand of sarcasm, her brand of teasing.
"Well, some days I'm not sure. You do some crazy things for the host club at times.'
"I wouldn’t call them crazy."
"Eccentric then," Kalira conceded, for once seeming to not be spoiling for a fight. She moved her hands from his arm, resting one on her hip as she looked up at him. "So is this some eccentric thing for the club?"
"Tamaki broke them."
"Ah, I guess that was bound to happen at least once with as much as he likes to bounce around. So you’ve contacts in then? It's a bit odd, really."
"No."
"No what?"
"No, I don’t have contacts in."
"Kyouya, can you even see?"
"I have myopia, not full blindness, you know," he spoke in a clipped tone. He hoped she wasn’t about to coddle him. It would be completely out of character for her and would irritate him to no end.
"Don’t be an arse, it was a simple question," Kalira snorted. "No spares?"
"No."
"Need a guide dog?" She indicated herself with one hand.
"That statement is full of traps," Kyouya commented. A moment later and a thin frown pushed its way onto his lips. He could tell that she was looking at him. As he had told her, just because he was short-sighted didn’t mean he was blind. He could still tell when someone was staring at him and he liked it just about as much as a normal individual. "What are you staring at?"
"You," she answered honestly. "I've never really seen you without your glasses before."
"Certainly you have," he dismissed her words. "I don’t sleep in them." There were other situations, too. Mostly, he kept them on when they were doing intimate things. He liked to see her, after all, and he liked to be able to see her reactions. She never seemed to mind although every once in awhile she would remove them briefly.
It only lasted a few moments before he asked for them back - asked, not demanded. The first time he had demanded something from her like she was a servant he had seen the jerk of her arm that showed that she had stopped the slap by only sheer force of will. - and she gave them back to him each time. Certainly she could not claim that she had never seen him without his glasses.
"You look very different," she continued on like she hadn’t heard him.
"Naturally," Kyouya rolled his eyes before pausing. "So? Is it better or worse?"
"Very handsome, of course," Kalira told him. 'I believe I prefer you with your glasses better. You don’t look complete without them. Besides, I don’t want to lead your testy arse around by the hand when you can’t see." He caught the sight of a quick flash of grin before she laid her hand on his arm again and steered him down the pathway. "I suppose I can make an exception this once, especially since you wandered far off from where you should have been."
"I did not-"
"Sure," Kalira just sounded like she was humoring him. He scowled as they walked down the pathway in silence until the familiar view of some of the cars waiting for some students that hadn’t yet left. They stopped in front of a car that he knew quite well. She patted his arm and stepped back. "Think you can manage?"
"I think so," Kyouya stated dryly.
The brown haired girl raised her hand in a slight wave before turning and walking. Kyouya watched the faintly blurry figure before giving a slight sigh, "Kalira."
"Mm?"
"Make sure you keep studying. You don’t want to fall behind, do you?"
He could see her turn to look back at him and though he couldn't see her facial expression, he was fairly certain her eyebrow was raised as she stared at him. Stubborn she may be, but she was smart enough to get his meaning even without the slight inflection.
"I'll do just that," came the answer after a long pause. She turned again and continued on her way, no doubt heading to find her brother and take the car to their home. Well, their home at first. Then there would be a visitor later for a study session or two.