Ouran High School Host Club > Fanfic/Drabbles > Some Princes Become Kings (Part 6)
Title: Some Princes Become Kings (Part 6)
Author: Kagaya Chou (my deviantART account is used more than my LJ account)
Characters/Pairing: Ohtori Kyouya + Suoh Tamaki (friendship/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: Just me being a bit unsure with the flow, and characterization. I see Tamaki and Kyouya in a certain way, but I'm not sure if I'm getting that way across, is all. Ah, and I guess this warning applies most to people waiting for the next installment ^^ I started this fic while on a break between an online class, and now that the class has resumed, and because I'm now at home rather than at university, the time I have for writing this story has become much smaller per day. That's why there's a bit of a gap between last update and this one, and probably a gap between this update and the next, too. >_<
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 4 | Part 5 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 ]
Some Princes Become Kings (Part 6)
051. Sport
Kyouya and Tamaki's first make-out session was interrupted by the grand orchestral ringtone that Tamaki set specifically for his father.
As soon as Kyouya recognized it, he knew their "competition" was over. Carefully, he eased off of Tamaki, trying not to appear too reluctant. However, the blonde pulled him back down.
"Rotten old man..." Tamaki gave a disgruntled sigh. He shifted on his side, facing Kyouya, and fished out his phone. "Time out, okay?"
"Of course," Kyouya heard himself reply.
Tamaki smiled warmly at him, and then flipped the phone open with an annoyed frown.
"Dad... What do you want?"
052. Deep in Thought
Since he arrived in Japan nearly half a year ago, Tamaki saw his father in person three times. They had dinner four months back, last month’s party... and the guy picked him up at the airport.
Tamaki didn't hate his father; he couldn't fault the man for listening to his own mother.
Nonetheless, he was incredulously irritated. "You're here! ... Why?"
"Now, now, my boy," the man laughed. "Can't a doting father see his precious son?" Tamaki grit his teeth, and his father continued, "Let's have lunch."
He was about to refuse when Kyouya's fingers touched his lips.
Kyouya nodded.
"... Sure."
053. Keeping a Secret
When Tamaki agreed to eat lunch with his own father, Kyouya retreated. He sat up, retrieved his glasses, and moved to the edge of the bed to look for the pieces of his cell phone.
"Kyouya? Where are you going?"
Surprised, Kyouya looked over his shoulder. How was he supposed to answer? That he was going to reassemble his cell phone? Grab a cold shower? A quick change of clothes? The chairman, a sharp, powerful man, was still on the phone!
"I thought I'd let you speak with your father alone," Kyouya improvised.
Tamaki shook his head, "Come back here."
054. Tower
Tamaki wanted Kyouya to hear the phone conversation first-hand, so Kyouya wouldn't second-guess his trust. When Kyouya returned, Tamaki sat up, and made room for him on the bed again.
"Dad, I promised to spend the weekend with my best friend, so I was planning on eating with him..."
"Tamaki-" Kyouya started. Tamaki smiled, and pressed his fingers to Kyouya’s lips while his father spoke.
"Kyouya, right? Ohtori's youngest?"
"Right. I'd like you to meet him, if you haven’t already."
"I haven't... But I've certainly been looking forward to meeting your friends, son."
Tamaki beamed winningly at Kyouya. "That's great!"
055. Waiting
Kyouya pocketed his cell phone once it was switched on again, his smile a little strained, a little self-satisfied. He was glad for an excuse to meet Ouran's chairman outside of school, but the timing made him apprehensive.
Tamaki fairly abducted Kyouya after all - albeit with Fuyumi’s blessings - for a weekend retreat. They kissed. A lot. The chauffer seemed to know something before either of them started...
He felt the right to be paranoid about whether the chairman knew what his heir had been up to!
As soon as Tamaki ended the phone conversation, Kyouya decided, they'd need to talk.
056. Danger Ahead
As soon as the phone conversation with his father ended, Tamaki tilted Kyouya's chin up - "Now, let's finish this." - and resolved to properly end their competition.
Kyouya recoiled. "Your father-"
"Won't be seeing us 'til noon, Kyouya," Tamaki said with a sparkle in his eyes. "It's not even 8:00 AM right now, and I haven't gotten very far with you, have I? Not yet..."
The black-haired boy gaped, and blinked, adorably.
Someone's stomach growled.
They both blushed.
Kyouya laughed out loud. "Time! Time out," he nudged his glasses. "I don't know about you, Tamaki, but I'm ordering breakfast."
"Oh, right!"
057. Sacrifice
Over breakfast, Tamaki remarked, "Dad said he's bringing someone he wants us to meet."
"Someone he wants... us... to meet?"
"Yeah, a boy about our age. Since we're all here, or something."
"... Nekozawa?"
"I guess so," Tamaki shrugged.
Kyouya vaguely recalled the Nekozawa heir: black-haired, hooded-eyes; one year their senior at Ouran; the eccentric, robed President of the Black Magic Club with a "cursed" cat puppet on one hand; freakishly fond of sacrifice rituals, the occult; acute photophobia; phenomenally difficult to approach...
Oh, the benefits of being Tamaki's best friend. Kyouya smirked.
If it was Nekozawa Umehito, "That'd be interesting."
058. Kick in the Head
Recognizing and loving that driven look in Kyouya's eyes, Tamaki grinned. "I thought you'd say that."
Brown eyes turned questioning.
"We both know you're ambitious, Kyouya. I figured you'd want to meet my dad - and whoever he's with."
Kyouya's face went blank.
"Well, Tamaki," he smiled back after a moment. "It certainly wouldn't hurt my position with my father if the chairman had a good impression of me."
Tamaki readily agreed. "It'd help! I'm sure he'd like you so long as he doesn't see those bruises you left along my neck." He laughed, "Good thing you answered room service actually..."
059. No Way Out
Words could not adequately express that nebulous degree of horror Kyouya felt as he stared at the love bites he left on Tamaki, and thought about the prospects of meeting the chairman with his son looking... ravished?
Words were not coming at all.
Kyouya silently berated himself for the lack of forethought. And where had his self-control disappeared to when he held Tamaki beneath him?
He was losing himself!
No, he just needed time, more practice.
"Tamaki, did you bring a high-collared shirt?"
"Uh huh." The blonde was smiling with a knowing look in his eyes. "Good thing, isn't it?"
060. Rejection
Tamaki liked teasing Kyouya, and kissing him, and being kissed by him... No, he just loved Kyouya to little bits and pieces.
He knew quite well he genuinely wanted to keep the other boy around, willingly and happily - maybe ever after.
But that was just it. They were both boys. Tamaki was sure his father wouldn't approve of what they did; they weren't old enough to get married, and kissing was...
Something his parents did...
Because they were truly, madly, and deeply...
Good heavens, he wasn't in love with Kyouya! It was too early, honestly.
He'd wait then, and see.
Author: Kagaya Chou (my deviantART account is used more than my LJ account)
Characters/Pairing: Ohtori Kyouya + Suoh Tamaki (friendship/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: Just me being a bit unsure with the flow, and characterization. I see Tamaki and Kyouya in a certain way, but I'm not sure if I'm getting that way across, is all. Ah, and I guess this warning applies most to people waiting for the next installment ^^ I started this fic while on a break between an online class, and now that the class has resumed, and because I'm now at home rather than at university, the time I have for writing this story has become much smaller per day. That's why there's a bit of a gap between last update and this one, and probably a gap between this update and the next, too. >_<
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 4 | Part 5 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 ]
Some Princes Become Kings (Part 6)
051. Sport
Kyouya and Tamaki's first make-out session was interrupted by the grand orchestral ringtone that Tamaki set specifically for his father.
As soon as Kyouya recognized it, he knew their "competition" was over. Carefully, he eased off of Tamaki, trying not to appear too reluctant. However, the blonde pulled him back down.
"Rotten old man..." Tamaki gave a disgruntled sigh. He shifted on his side, facing Kyouya, and fished out his phone. "Time out, okay?"
"Of course," Kyouya heard himself reply.
Tamaki smiled warmly at him, and then flipped the phone open with an annoyed frown.
"Dad... What do you want?"
052. Deep in Thought
Since he arrived in Japan nearly half a year ago, Tamaki saw his father in person three times. They had dinner four months back, last month’s party... and the guy picked him up at the airport.
Tamaki didn't hate his father; he couldn't fault the man for listening to his own mother.
Nonetheless, he was incredulously irritated. "You're here! ... Why?"
"Now, now, my boy," the man laughed. "Can't a doting father see his precious son?" Tamaki grit his teeth, and his father continued, "Let's have lunch."
He was about to refuse when Kyouya's fingers touched his lips.
Kyouya nodded.
"... Sure."
053. Keeping a Secret
When Tamaki agreed to eat lunch with his own father, Kyouya retreated. He sat up, retrieved his glasses, and moved to the edge of the bed to look for the pieces of his cell phone.
"Kyouya? Where are you going?"
Surprised, Kyouya looked over his shoulder. How was he supposed to answer? That he was going to reassemble his cell phone? Grab a cold shower? A quick change of clothes? The chairman, a sharp, powerful man, was still on the phone!
"I thought I'd let you speak with your father alone," Kyouya improvised.
Tamaki shook his head, "Come back here."
054. Tower
Tamaki wanted Kyouya to hear the phone conversation first-hand, so Kyouya wouldn't second-guess his trust. When Kyouya returned, Tamaki sat up, and made room for him on the bed again.
"Dad, I promised to spend the weekend with my best friend, so I was planning on eating with him..."
"Tamaki-" Kyouya started. Tamaki smiled, and pressed his fingers to Kyouya’s lips while his father spoke.
"Kyouya, right? Ohtori's youngest?"
"Right. I'd like you to meet him, if you haven’t already."
"I haven't... But I've certainly been looking forward to meeting your friends, son."
Tamaki beamed winningly at Kyouya. "That's great!"
055. Waiting
Kyouya pocketed his cell phone once it was switched on again, his smile a little strained, a little self-satisfied. He was glad for an excuse to meet Ouran's chairman outside of school, but the timing made him apprehensive.
Tamaki fairly abducted Kyouya after all - albeit with Fuyumi’s blessings - for a weekend retreat. They kissed. A lot. The chauffer seemed to know something before either of them started...
He felt the right to be paranoid about whether the chairman knew what his heir had been up to!
As soon as Tamaki ended the phone conversation, Kyouya decided, they'd need to talk.
056. Danger Ahead
As soon as the phone conversation with his father ended, Tamaki tilted Kyouya's chin up - "Now, let's finish this." - and resolved to properly end their competition.
Kyouya recoiled. "Your father-"
"Won't be seeing us 'til noon, Kyouya," Tamaki said with a sparkle in his eyes. "It's not even 8:00 AM right now, and I haven't gotten very far with you, have I? Not yet..."
The black-haired boy gaped, and blinked, adorably.
Someone's stomach growled.
They both blushed.
Kyouya laughed out loud. "Time! Time out," he nudged his glasses. "I don't know about you, Tamaki, but I'm ordering breakfast."
"Oh, right!"
057. Sacrifice
Over breakfast, Tamaki remarked, "Dad said he's bringing someone he wants us to meet."
"Someone he wants... us... to meet?"
"Yeah, a boy about our age. Since we're all here, or something."
"... Nekozawa?"
"I guess so," Tamaki shrugged.
Kyouya vaguely recalled the Nekozawa heir: black-haired, hooded-eyes; one year their senior at Ouran; the eccentric, robed President of the Black Magic Club with a "cursed" cat puppet on one hand; freakishly fond of sacrifice rituals, the occult; acute photophobia; phenomenally difficult to approach...
Oh, the benefits of being Tamaki's best friend. Kyouya smirked.
If it was Nekozawa Umehito, "That'd be interesting."
058. Kick in the Head
Recognizing and loving that driven look in Kyouya's eyes, Tamaki grinned. "I thought you'd say that."
Brown eyes turned questioning.
"We both know you're ambitious, Kyouya. I figured you'd want to meet my dad - and whoever he's with."
Kyouya's face went blank.
"Well, Tamaki," he smiled back after a moment. "It certainly wouldn't hurt my position with my father if the chairman had a good impression of me."
Tamaki readily agreed. "It'd help! I'm sure he'd like you so long as he doesn't see those bruises you left along my neck." He laughed, "Good thing you answered room service actually..."
059. No Way Out
Words could not adequately express that nebulous degree of horror Kyouya felt as he stared at the love bites he left on Tamaki, and thought about the prospects of meeting the chairman with his son looking... ravished?
Words were not coming at all.
Kyouya silently berated himself for the lack of forethought. And where had his self-control disappeared to when he held Tamaki beneath him?
He was losing himself!
No, he just needed time, more practice.
"Tamaki, did you bring a high-collared shirt?"
"Uh huh." The blonde was smiling with a knowing look in his eyes. "Good thing, isn't it?"
060. Rejection
Tamaki liked teasing Kyouya, and kissing him, and being kissed by him... No, he just loved Kyouya to little bits and pieces.
He knew quite well he genuinely wanted to keep the other boy around, willingly and happily - maybe ever after.
But that was just it. They were both boys. Tamaki was sure his father wouldn't approve of what they did; they weren't old enough to get married, and kissing was...
Something his parents did...
Because they were truly, madly, and deeply...
Good heavens, he wasn't in love with Kyouya! It was too early, honestly.
He'd wait then, and see.