Ouran High School Host Club > Fanfic/Drabbles > Some Princes Become Kings (Part 7)
Title: Some Princes Become Kings (Part 7)
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 (Yeah, I’ve decided now - it’s going to be PG-13 throughout)
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: Not much really... I can’t think of much warnings. But let’s see... I was very stuck when I got to the last three themes... and rather frustrated with the fact that Tamaki and Kyouya wouldn’t let me write more characters in because they seemed to prefer just staying in a room together, alone... And when Nekozawa finally came in, I took liberties with his pre-cannon personality with what little we know of his, so if it seems OOC, feel free to tell me what you think his personality is like, and if I can see it, I’ll try and work with it. Thanks!
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 6 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 ]
Some Princes Become Kings (Part 7)
061. Fairytale
Tamaki left to change. They met up again in his room.
While Kyouya didn't believe in fairytales, it was hard not to start - Tamaki looked like he'd stepped out from one. The blonde wore a linen shirt with an embroidered collar and cuffs, a pair of tailor-fit slacks, and leather loafers, all white and shining, semi-formal.
"Kyouya? How do I look?"
Like Prince Charming come to life... only missing a sword, a white stallion, and some damsel in distress.
"You look... fine."
Tamaki preened, brushing his hair out of his face, a dazzling smile in place. "Don't I?"
Kyouya chuckled.
062. Magic
Still smiling, Kyouya swatted Tamaki upside the head. "You already know how you look, idiot. Why ask?"
"Ah..." Said idiot whined, pouting, then grinned impishly, "But I wanted your opinion."
"And I gave it," Kyouya answered, combing his fingers through the ruffled blonde hair to smooth it back down.
Tamaki laughed, leaning into his touch. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around Kyouya's waist. The younger boy predictably froze.
"Wha-"
"I want another opinion, Kyouya." Tamaki eyed him thoughtfully. "Can you take off your glasses?"
Kyouya brows creased minutely, but he did as asked, curious.
Tamaki kissed him again.
063. Do Not Disturb
Kyouya nearly dropped his glasses when those soft lips touched his. They were supposed to meet the chairman and his guest soon. They were both dressed, ready to go...
He felt himself kissing back.
No.
What happened before? Tamaki wanted something... An opinion - didn't say what of, but...
Kyouya broke the kiss gently with one hand resting firm on Tamaki's shoulder. Affecting an air of nonchalance with practiced ease, he asked the blonde, "Did you want my opinion on that kiss?"
Tamaki flushed, but nodded energetically. "Was that better? I've improved from before, haven’t I?"
Why couldn't someone interrupt now?
064. Multitasking
Tamaki watched as Kyouya put on his glasses, blinked, and removed them again. The blonde considered letting go when the black-haired boy shifted in his arms to pull out a cloth. But Kyouya simply chose to clean his glasses in silence, so Tamaki cheerfully deduce that Kyouya was comfortable where he was, and just buying some thinking time.
Which was all right. Tamaki enjoyed holding Kyouya, and studying the way he spoke, or moved, figuring out how things fit in his friend's world, how they'd fit...
"Why ask me when you know you've improved?"
"So, I'm better?"
Kyouya sighed, "Yes..."
065. Horror
"Then I win!"
Kyouya's heart skipped a beat at Tamaki's sudden exclamation. It took about as long for him to figure out what the heck he was talking about.
"I made you admit I'm the better kisser," the blonde giddily explained. "I know I'm better at kissing than I was before, but the point of the competition was for you to say so!"
Kyouya wasn't sure just how many heartbeats the idiot made him skip.
"So," Tamaki tilted his head innocuously, "why did you give me your first kiss?"
Belatedly, Kyouya understood how dangerous it was to miscalculate Suoh Tamaki.
066. Traps
Tamaki felt fascinated with the vulnerability he found in Kyouya's eyes. That trapped, wide-eyed look revealed lighter shades of brown, and Tamaki was fairly certain Kyouya would never drop his guard to just anyone.
He was a good kisser, in Tamaki's book at any rate... and a good-looking guy regardless...
Kyouya could probably make a good host...
Tamaki felt sorry for making him uncomfortable, but suddenly, he had an idea.
"Or instead of answering why, what about doing something for me?"
Kyouya stared, then his eyes narrowed. "Such as?"
"Um... Tell you later. I don't want us late for lunch."
067. Playing the Melody
When they arrived, Tamaki's chauffeur opened the door for him, then for his guest. Kyouya ignored the man's watchful silence professionally, and followed behind Tamaki, as wont, on his right.
The restaurant was not part of the resort, but also within the Nekozawa's domain. The towering building reminded Kyouya of Russian Orthodox churches, because it had many onion domes on the roof, and was rich with iconic décor inside. The place was dimly lit by candlelight with a heavy atmosphere. Ominous organ music echoed through the halls.
Kyouya smiled to himself, recognizing the piece - and the cloaked figure playing it.
068. Hero
Tamaki couldn't shake the feeling that it was perhaps... sacrilegious to model a restaurant after a church. Or to convert a church into a restaurant, whichever the case. But he had to admire the beauty of it. Even the music, eerie as it was, added to the attractive, but unholy ambiance of the place.
He glanced back at his shadow, his Dark Prince, and reminded himself that there was nothing to be afraid of. He was just going to have lunch with his dad, someone he should meet, and Kyouya.
It wasn't as though he would encounter some evil villain.
069. Annoyance
A well-dressed Japanese man stood up from a nearby table, clapping as the piece came to an end. "Bravo, Umehito!" Kyouya silently studied the Nekozawa heir. "Bravo!"
The boy was murmuring a modest thank you to Mr. Suoh when he caught sight of the newcomers at the door, gave a startled gasp, and - Kyouya never knew Nekozawa had blue eyes before - stared at Tamaki like he saw a ghost.
Or a dream come true...
Tamaki smiled brightly, obliviously as he walked past and greeted his father.
Nekozawa's eyes followed.
Kyouya felt rather invisible. And possessive. Very possessive... Among other things.
070. 67%
When his father so jovially beckoned, the organ player stood and seemed to glide over in the shadows. Flickering candlelight revealed regal features and graceful movement, but the blue-eyed boy also slouched - out of shyness, Tamaki decided, rather than bad posture.
It took Tamaki a brief moment to peg him.
Not another Prince Charming, certainly... but a prince all the same, if a bit reluctant...
Tamaki introduced himself with about the same percentage of charm he first used on Kyouya.
Nekozawa blushed like a princess.
His father gave him a hardy slap on the back, laughing. "That's my silly boy~"
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 (Yeah, I’ve decided now - it’s going to be PG-13 throughout)
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: Not much really... I can’t think of much warnings. But let’s see... I was very stuck when I got to the last three themes... and rather frustrated with the fact that Tamaki and Kyouya wouldn’t let me write more characters in because they seemed to prefer just staying in a room together, alone... And when Nekozawa finally came in, I took liberties with his pre-cannon personality with what little we know of his, so if it seems OOC, feel free to tell me what you think his personality is like, and if I can see it, I’ll try and work with it. Thanks!
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 6 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 ]
Some Princes Become Kings (Part 7)
061. Fairytale
Tamaki left to change. They met up again in his room.
While Kyouya didn't believe in fairytales, it was hard not to start - Tamaki looked like he'd stepped out from one. The blonde wore a linen shirt with an embroidered collar and cuffs, a pair of tailor-fit slacks, and leather loafers, all white and shining, semi-formal.
"Kyouya? How do I look?"
Like Prince Charming come to life... only missing a sword, a white stallion, and some damsel in distress.
"You look... fine."
Tamaki preened, brushing his hair out of his face, a dazzling smile in place. "Don't I?"
Kyouya chuckled.
062. Magic
Still smiling, Kyouya swatted Tamaki upside the head. "You already know how you look, idiot. Why ask?"
"Ah..." Said idiot whined, pouting, then grinned impishly, "But I wanted your opinion."
"And I gave it," Kyouya answered, combing his fingers through the ruffled blonde hair to smooth it back down.
Tamaki laughed, leaning into his touch. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around Kyouya's waist. The younger boy predictably froze.
"Wha-"
"I want another opinion, Kyouya." Tamaki eyed him thoughtfully. "Can you take off your glasses?"
Kyouya brows creased minutely, but he did as asked, curious.
Tamaki kissed him again.
063. Do Not Disturb
Kyouya nearly dropped his glasses when those soft lips touched his. They were supposed to meet the chairman and his guest soon. They were both dressed, ready to go...
He felt himself kissing back.
No.
What happened before? Tamaki wanted something... An opinion - didn't say what of, but...
Kyouya broke the kiss gently with one hand resting firm on Tamaki's shoulder. Affecting an air of nonchalance with practiced ease, he asked the blonde, "Did you want my opinion on that kiss?"
Tamaki flushed, but nodded energetically. "Was that better? I've improved from before, haven’t I?"
Why couldn't someone interrupt now?
064. Multitasking
Tamaki watched as Kyouya put on his glasses, blinked, and removed them again. The blonde considered letting go when the black-haired boy shifted in his arms to pull out a cloth. But Kyouya simply chose to clean his glasses in silence, so Tamaki cheerfully deduce that Kyouya was comfortable where he was, and just buying some thinking time.
Which was all right. Tamaki enjoyed holding Kyouya, and studying the way he spoke, or moved, figuring out how things fit in his friend's world, how they'd fit...
"Why ask me when you know you've improved?"
"So, I'm better?"
Kyouya sighed, "Yes..."
065. Horror
"Then I win!"
Kyouya's heart skipped a beat at Tamaki's sudden exclamation. It took about as long for him to figure out what the heck he was talking about.
"I made you admit I'm the better kisser," the blonde giddily explained. "I know I'm better at kissing than I was before, but the point of the competition was for you to say so!"
Kyouya wasn't sure just how many heartbeats the idiot made him skip.
"So," Tamaki tilted his head innocuously, "why did you give me your first kiss?"
Belatedly, Kyouya understood how dangerous it was to miscalculate Suoh Tamaki.
066. Traps
Tamaki felt fascinated with the vulnerability he found in Kyouya's eyes. That trapped, wide-eyed look revealed lighter shades of brown, and Tamaki was fairly certain Kyouya would never drop his guard to just anyone.
He was a good kisser, in Tamaki's book at any rate... and a good-looking guy regardless...
Kyouya could probably make a good host...
Tamaki felt sorry for making him uncomfortable, but suddenly, he had an idea.
"Or instead of answering why, what about doing something for me?"
Kyouya stared, then his eyes narrowed. "Such as?"
"Um... Tell you later. I don't want us late for lunch."
067. Playing the Melody
When they arrived, Tamaki's chauffeur opened the door for him, then for his guest. Kyouya ignored the man's watchful silence professionally, and followed behind Tamaki, as wont, on his right.
The restaurant was not part of the resort, but also within the Nekozawa's domain. The towering building reminded Kyouya of Russian Orthodox churches, because it had many onion domes on the roof, and was rich with iconic décor inside. The place was dimly lit by candlelight with a heavy atmosphere. Ominous organ music echoed through the halls.
Kyouya smiled to himself, recognizing the piece - and the cloaked figure playing it.
068. Hero
Tamaki couldn't shake the feeling that it was perhaps... sacrilegious to model a restaurant after a church. Or to convert a church into a restaurant, whichever the case. But he had to admire the beauty of it. Even the music, eerie as it was, added to the attractive, but unholy ambiance of the place.
He glanced back at his shadow, his Dark Prince, and reminded himself that there was nothing to be afraid of. He was just going to have lunch with his dad, someone he should meet, and Kyouya.
It wasn't as though he would encounter some evil villain.
069. Annoyance
A well-dressed Japanese man stood up from a nearby table, clapping as the piece came to an end. "Bravo, Umehito!" Kyouya silently studied the Nekozawa heir. "Bravo!"
The boy was murmuring a modest thank you to Mr. Suoh when he caught sight of the newcomers at the door, gave a startled gasp, and - Kyouya never knew Nekozawa had blue eyes before - stared at Tamaki like he saw a ghost.
Or a dream come true...
Tamaki smiled brightly, obliviously as he walked past and greeted his father.
Nekozawa's eyes followed.
Kyouya felt rather invisible. And possessive. Very possessive... Among other things.
070. 67%
When his father so jovially beckoned, the organ player stood and seemed to glide over in the shadows. Flickering candlelight revealed regal features and graceful movement, but the blue-eyed boy also slouched - out of shyness, Tamaki decided, rather than bad posture.
It took Tamaki a brief moment to peg him.
Not another Prince Charming, certainly... but a prince all the same, if a bit reluctant...
Tamaki introduced himself with about the same percentage of charm he first used on Kyouya.
Nekozawa blushed like a princess.
His father gave him a hardy slap on the back, laughing. "That's my silly boy~"