Ouran High School Host Club > Fanfic/Drabbles > Some Princes Become Kings (Part 4)
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Title: Some Princes Become Kings (Part 4)
Author: Kagaya Chou (my deviantART account is used more than my LJ account)
Characters/Pairing: Ohtori Kyouya + Suoh Tamaki (friendship, and perhaps one-sided shounen ai)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1000 (10 drabbles, Kyouya-centric at odd numbers; Tamaki-centric at even)
Summary: A hundred reasons between them, each worth far more than a hundred words.
Warnings/Spoilers: In this drabble set, Kyouya made an impulsive first strike, Tamaki counterattacked with utter WAFF (warm and fluffy feelings), and the resulting blow up hurt my head so bad I was lucky my best friend was there to look it over for me - thank you, midnightbanshee!
Disclaimers: Ouran High School Host Club is by Bisco Hatori, but this piece of fan fiction belongs to me. I am also using the list from Manga Art Challenge: 100 Themes as inspiration. The actual challenge requirements seem to be for manga artwork, rather than fan fiction, but I made my own challenge out of it, that’s all.
Crossposted: kyouyatamaki, ouran_fanfics, ouranhostclub
[ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 ]
Some Princes Become Kings (Part 4)
031. Flowers
The dinning hall offered an assortment of costumed attendants, and well-fed cats. Tamaki spent time entertaining all susceptible females, and taking snapshots of everything aesthetically pleasing to his eyes - except Kyouya, who got the message.
He'd overstepped his boundaries with Tamaki.
The Dark Prince should only watch from the shadows as Prince Charming flourished under the adulation of strangers, and the glow of artificial lights...
Kyouya sipped his Jasmine tea, and busied himself with mental calculations. He was interested in the place as a business establishment after all. It seemed too grandiose not to be profitable.
He simmered calmly, cool.
032. Night
"Kyouya," Tamaki enunciated the word with a purr. When the boy he addressed remained silent, Tamaki excused himself from a group of young ladies with a faint look of concern, and turned.
Dark eyes stared back intently. Then, a charming smile slipped over Kyouya’s lips. "Yes, Tamaki?"
Tamaki pouted. Maybe Kyouya didn’t appreciate the extra female company. Maybe he was tired.
"Do you... want to go ahead first? I can meet you later... in the hot spring."
Kyouya looked down briefly, and nodded. His smile remained unchanged when his gaze returned. "But do take your time, Tamaki... I can wait."
033. Expectations
Ironically, the hot spring seemed to cool Kyouya down. As water and steam saturated his body, he gradually relaxed, and tilted his head back, looking up towards the black blur that was the night sky.
His vision was fuzzy, but his mind was clear.
Father expected him and Tamaki to become good friends. They were.
But, Kyouya grudgingly admitted now, he wanted more. Of everything that he could gain.
To gain Tamaki for himself... meant keeping a continued alliance between their families necessary, making Tamaki seem the ideal Suoh heir, and unquestionably securing his own place as the Ohtori heir.
034. Stars
"Kyouya, it's so hot!"
"That's generally the point."
"Ah..."
Kyouya didn't look when Tamaki sat in the water beside him. He wasn't even wearing his glasses, so Tamaki took the chance to study his profile, then followed the direction of Kyouya's gaze.
"Oh, wow! Look at the stars..."
At that comment, Kyouya shifted closer, spoke his name. Tamaki found them almost nose-to-nose when he looked, quickly losing track of his thoughts.
"Hm?"
"I'm short-sighted." Kyouya spoke quietly. "I can't see the stars without my glasses."
"But I can see the stars in your eyes," Tamaki murmured. "Can't you, in mine?"
035. Hold My Hand
Kyouya didn't know what to say. At the back of his mind, he remembered once reading a psychological analysis that explained how a strong emotion, perhaps love, could be simulated through prolonged eye contact. Faked.
He tore his eyes away, and covered his mouth as he barked out a laugh.
"You even sound like a host."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what you just said to me, about stars in my eyes, and the kind of words you say to females in general..." He said too much, he realized. Tamaki made him do it again!
"Um... What's a 'host'?"
036. Precious Treasure
If Tamaki didn't know better, he would have said Kyouya was blushing, but since he did know better, he didn't point it out to the other boy. Instead, he tried to commit that look to memory while Kyouya tried to explain what a host was.
In the end, Tamaki understood that a host was an attractive, charismatic young man or woman, who profited out of charming and entertaining clients during light-hearted conversations.
How... refreshingly noble!
"Kyouya, you're a genius!" Tamaki hugged him. "A host is exactly what I want to be! I'll be able to make people happy! It's perfect!"
037. Eyes
They were in a private hot spring together, both naked, because they weren't supposed to wear towels into the water. All he felt was trapped - between an obliviously excited Tamaki and a rock behind him.
Were Kyouya a different person, he might have hyperventilated, or punched his best friend in the face, claiming self-defense on a later date.
However, he already admitted to himself: he wanted Tamaki.
But did Tamaki know what he was doing to him?
"You..." Kyouya groaned, "You idiot..."
Said idiot made a questioning noise, and turned puppy eyes on him.
Kyouya gave away his first kiss.
038. Abandoned
Tamaki took a while to register what was going on. When he finally figured it out, he was more confused.
Kyouya, a cool type, a Dark Prince, who became his bestest friend in the whole wide world, and, according to Ouran, his Shadow...
Kissed... him?
"Mommy!"
Something was very wrong.
"What did you...? Why did you... ?"
He started hyperventilating. Kyouya's arms... were around his waist. He couldn't move back. He wanted to move back! Princes didn't kiss other princes!
"Tamaki."
Kyouya's voice was hard, authoritative. Tamaki automatically froze.
"Now," Kyouya continued impassively, "Do you still want to be a host?"
039. Dreams
Kyouya's heart was in shambles. His head ached something fierce. He shouldn't have kissed Tamaki. He shouldn't have given into impulse. He had to find a way to repair their friendship, fast.
"Hosts... do that?" Tamaki's voice was small, childish. His eyes were large.
What a mess.
"It's a desire industry, idiot. Hosts sell fantasies to their clients. What do you expect?"
"But... you said hosts just make light-hearted conversations."
Only Tamaki could make Kyouya feel bad for being a bastard.
"Some clients don't always accept that."
"Oh... I see now," Tamaki relaxed in his arms. "Thanks for the warning."
040. Rated
Tamaki went to bed first, because he always slept by 10:00PM. The reason Kyouya was so scary in the mornings was probably because he stayed up far too late in the evenings doing God knows what.
... That was his first kiss.
It was... for his own good, wasn't it? Kyouya was... just looking out for him, which was... what he wanted all along, wasn't it?
Kyouya was only showing him what he might encounter if he seriously decided to become a host.
Which was kind of him.
Wasn't it?
It hadn't... felt bad...?
Tamaki thumbed his lips, and nervously laughed.
Title: Some Princes Become Kings (Part 4)
Author: Kagaya Chou (my deviantART account is used more than my LJ account)
Characters/Pairing: Ohtori Kyouya + Suoh Tamaki (friendship, and perhaps one-sided shounen ai)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1000 (10 drabbles, Kyouya-centric at odd numbers; Tamaki-centric at even)
Summary: A hundred reasons between them, each worth far more than a hundred words.
Warnings/Spoilers: In this drabble set, Kyouya made an impulsive first strike, Tamaki counterattacked with utter WAFF (warm and fluffy feelings), and the resulting blow up hurt my head so bad I was lucky my best friend was there to look it over for me - thank you, midnightbanshee!
Disclaimers: Ouran High School Host Club is by Bisco Hatori, but this piece of fan fiction belongs to me. I am also using the list from Manga Art Challenge: 100 Themes as inspiration. The actual challenge requirements seem to be for manga artwork, rather than fan fiction, but I made my own challenge out of it, that’s all.
Crossposted: kyouyatamaki, ouran_fanfics, ouranhostclub
[ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 ]
Some Princes Become Kings (Part 4)
031. Flowers
The dinning hall offered an assortment of costumed attendants, and well-fed cats. Tamaki spent time entertaining all susceptible females, and taking snapshots of everything aesthetically pleasing to his eyes - except Kyouya, who got the message.
He'd overstepped his boundaries with Tamaki.
The Dark Prince should only watch from the shadows as Prince Charming flourished under the adulation of strangers, and the glow of artificial lights...
Kyouya sipped his Jasmine tea, and busied himself with mental calculations. He was interested in the place as a business establishment after all. It seemed too grandiose not to be profitable.
He simmered calmly, cool.
032. Night
"Kyouya," Tamaki enunciated the word with a purr. When the boy he addressed remained silent, Tamaki excused himself from a group of young ladies with a faint look of concern, and turned.
Dark eyes stared back intently. Then, a charming smile slipped over Kyouya’s lips. "Yes, Tamaki?"
Tamaki pouted. Maybe Kyouya didn’t appreciate the extra female company. Maybe he was tired.
"Do you... want to go ahead first? I can meet you later... in the hot spring."
Kyouya looked down briefly, and nodded. His smile remained unchanged when his gaze returned. "But do take your time, Tamaki... I can wait."
033. Expectations
Ironically, the hot spring seemed to cool Kyouya down. As water and steam saturated his body, he gradually relaxed, and tilted his head back, looking up towards the black blur that was the night sky.
His vision was fuzzy, but his mind was clear.
Father expected him and Tamaki to become good friends. They were.
But, Kyouya grudgingly admitted now, he wanted more. Of everything that he could gain.
To gain Tamaki for himself... meant keeping a continued alliance between their families necessary, making Tamaki seem the ideal Suoh heir, and unquestionably securing his own place as the Ohtori heir.
034. Stars
"Kyouya, it's so hot!"
"That's generally the point."
"Ah..."
Kyouya didn't look when Tamaki sat in the water beside him. He wasn't even wearing his glasses, so Tamaki took the chance to study his profile, then followed the direction of Kyouya's gaze.
"Oh, wow! Look at the stars..."
At that comment, Kyouya shifted closer, spoke his name. Tamaki found them almost nose-to-nose when he looked, quickly losing track of his thoughts.
"Hm?"
"I'm short-sighted." Kyouya spoke quietly. "I can't see the stars without my glasses."
"But I can see the stars in your eyes," Tamaki murmured. "Can't you, in mine?"
035. Hold My Hand
Kyouya didn't know what to say. At the back of his mind, he remembered once reading a psychological analysis that explained how a strong emotion, perhaps love, could be simulated through prolonged eye contact. Faked.
He tore his eyes away, and covered his mouth as he barked out a laugh.
"You even sound like a host."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what you just said to me, about stars in my eyes, and the kind of words you say to females in general..." He said too much, he realized. Tamaki made him do it again!
"Um... What's a 'host'?"
036. Precious Treasure
If Tamaki didn't know better, he would have said Kyouya was blushing, but since he did know better, he didn't point it out to the other boy. Instead, he tried to commit that look to memory while Kyouya tried to explain what a host was.
In the end, Tamaki understood that a host was an attractive, charismatic young man or woman, who profited out of charming and entertaining clients during light-hearted conversations.
How... refreshingly noble!
"Kyouya, you're a genius!" Tamaki hugged him. "A host is exactly what I want to be! I'll be able to make people happy! It's perfect!"
037. Eyes
They were in a private hot spring together, both naked, because they weren't supposed to wear towels into the water. All he felt was trapped - between an obliviously excited Tamaki and a rock behind him.
Were Kyouya a different person, he might have hyperventilated, or punched his best friend in the face, claiming self-defense on a later date.
However, he already admitted to himself: he wanted Tamaki.
But did Tamaki know what he was doing to him?
"You..." Kyouya groaned, "You idiot..."
Said idiot made a questioning noise, and turned puppy eyes on him.
Kyouya gave away his first kiss.
038. Abandoned
Tamaki took a while to register what was going on. When he finally figured it out, he was more confused.
Kyouya, a cool type, a Dark Prince, who became his bestest friend in the whole wide world, and, according to Ouran, his Shadow...
Kissed... him?
"Mommy!"
Something was very wrong.
"What did you...? Why did you... ?"
He started hyperventilating. Kyouya's arms... were around his waist. He couldn't move back. He wanted to move back! Princes didn't kiss other princes!
"Tamaki."
Kyouya's voice was hard, authoritative. Tamaki automatically froze.
"Now," Kyouya continued impassively, "Do you still want to be a host?"
039. Dreams
Kyouya's heart was in shambles. His head ached something fierce. He shouldn't have kissed Tamaki. He shouldn't have given into impulse. He had to find a way to repair their friendship, fast.
"Hosts... do that?" Tamaki's voice was small, childish. His eyes were large.
What a mess.
"It's a desire industry, idiot. Hosts sell fantasies to their clients. What do you expect?"
"But... you said hosts just make light-hearted conversations."
Only Tamaki could make Kyouya feel bad for being a bastard.
"Some clients don't always accept that."
"Oh... I see now," Tamaki relaxed in his arms. "Thanks for the warning."
040. Rated
Tamaki went to bed first, because he always slept by 10:00PM. The reason Kyouya was so scary in the mornings was probably because he stayed up far too late in the evenings doing God knows what.
... That was his first kiss.
It was... for his own good, wasn't it? Kyouya was... just looking out for him, which was... what he wanted all along, wasn't it?
Kyouya was only showing him what he might encounter if he seriously decided to become a host.
Which was kind of him.
Wasn't it?
It hadn't... felt bad...?
Tamaki thumbed his lips, and nervously laughed.