Ouran Koko Host Club, PG, Tamaki/Kyouya, 1173 words
The host club celebrates Mother's Day.
The twins cornered Tamaki at lunch, trays piled high with food and intent look in their eyes. They were received with an elegant toss of Tamaki’s head, sparkles flying haphazardly everywhere.
“Greetings, my dear twins!” he said grandly, waving a fork in their direction. “What may I help you with?”
Across the table, Mori silently picked out sparkles from his food and placed them in a small pile to the side.
“We were doing a project,” said Hikaru, setting his tray down to the left of the King.
“For English class,” said Kaoru, setting his tray down to Tamaki’s right.
“It was on American holidays,” said Hikaru, leaning forward.
“Mother’s Day,” he and Kaoru chorused at the same time, eyeing Tamaki.
Tamaki blinked at them for a moment, blue eyes blank. Then he put a finger in the air, brightening. “Ah!” he exclaimed. “We should do something for Mommy! He does so much for our club, after all. We should show our gratitude!” He stood and swept his arm dramatically across the length of his body, pulling out a rose from the dozens that had sprouted out behind him. “What shall we do? A grand party? A trip to France to visit his fiancée? Three dozen beautiful women as his harem?”
Mori picked out a few more sparkles from his food. Honey clapped his hands excitedly and took some to decorate his plate.
“Renge is here again,” Hikaru said, stealing a strawberry off of Tamaki’s cake. He took a bite and offered the rest to Kaoru. (Fifteen girls fainted in the background; sixteen if you counted the one who tripped over her own feet and knocked herself out on the edge of the table.) “We don’t have time to organize a party and he already has a harem.”
Tamaki’s shoulders fell immediately, a cloud forming above his head. “Oh,” he said in a small voice. He looked thoroughly stricken. “But then what can Daddy do to show Mommy how much he’s appreciated?” He drooped into his chair, expression gloomy.
Mori removed the rose that had fallen, forlorn, into his asparagus and offered it to Honey who beamed and stuck it behind his ear. The thorns had fallen off the moment his fingers brushed the stem, of course.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Kaoru, grinning around Tamaki at Hikaru.
“We’ve got a plan,” said Hikaru, eyes glinting.
“Oh?” Tamaki brightened again, straightening in his seat. “Daddy wants to know!”
“Haruhi’s the present,” the twins said in tandem, turning to flash identical peace signs at a frozen, gaping Tamaki.
There was a long moment of silence.
Honey stood up in his seat and leaned across the table to poke curiously at their president. “Is he alive?” he asked, voice sweet and confused.
Mori looked down at his plate, only half eaten, to find it completely frozen over with the Ice of Tamaki’s Shock™. He sighed and gave up.
The crude sign hung in front of the doors to the Third Music Room, words quickly scribbled and difficult to read. A flock of girls crowded the doors, whispering worriedly, clearly distraught. Rumors wove through the crowd and hems were clutched in anxiety, brief gasps punctuating the tension-fraught atmosphere.
Why would the Host Club close so suddenly, without warning? Had something dreadful happened to the wonderful princes of their school?
Inside, muffled by thick carpeting and doors, Tamaki’s voice was raised. “Take her out right now!” he demanded of the twins, pointing imperiously at a back door. “I want Haruhi home! There is no host club today! She will not be—be here. Go!”
He was met with three pairs of blinking eyes.
“But she’s Kyouya-senpai’s present,” Hikaru and Kaoru protested in unison, expression schooled to show nothing but concern over their vice president and his gift.
Haruhi blinked some more. “What?” she said, sitting between the twins on the couch and looking rather annoyed.
“But if we’re not hosting today, Honey will have no one to play with if Haru-kun goes home!” Honey ran up to Haruhi and clutched her hands, looking tearfully over his shoulder at a towering Tamaki, who continued to look dictatorial.
“Honey-senpai can go home too! Mori-senpai, you take him!” Tamaki gathered the lot of them and pushed them toward the back entrance.
“Hey—” said Haruhi as one last shove had her stumbling out of the room.
“Haruhi, make sure you get home safely! Daddy would see you home if he could but he has business to take care of. Don’t trust those devilish twins!” The door slammed.
Tamaki stared at the shut door and pouted. “I-I can’t believe I just made cute little Haruhi go home. I could’ve spent time with her! I never see her enough. What have I done?” he wailed, collapsing upon himself and hiding away in a corner, head tucked in his hands.
The only other occupant of the room continued typing away on his laptop as he had been doing for the past fifteen minutes. “I didn’t take you for someone who liked to inflict pain on himself, Tamaki,” Kyouya said, reaching a finger up to adjust his glasses before resuming his typing.
The blond rose to his feet unsteadily and wove his way across the room, looking soulless. “Haruhi,” he whimpered.
“Don’t be so careless,” said Kyouya, reaching out and grabbing the soul before it escaped out the window. He handed it back to Tamaki who looked grateful. “I may charge for that next time.” Pausing, he turned to glance at Tamaki.
Blond hair swished back into place, perfectly coiffed. “Certainly I’m not the soulless one around here,” Tamaki said, lounging his hip against the back of Kyouya’s chair. He crossed his arms and looked down at his vice president, silent for a change, gaze weighing.
Kyouya raised an eyebrow at him. “Why did you cancel club today, president? That’s quite a loss we’re going to be suffering from.” His fingers started flying over the keys again, calling up multiple windows on the computer screen: spreadsheets and various calculations, it appeared. “We may have to do another fundraiser soon.”
Tamaki twitched momentarily. “Selling personal items, you mean.”
“For raising funds,” said Kyouya. “Fundraising.”
Tamaki let out a long sigh, hand clapping down on Kyouya’s shoulder. He smiled. “You’re a good vice president, Kyouya,” he said. “Our club would be lost without you. You keep us in business.” His smile turned into a grin. “Thanks, Mommy.”
Kyouya’s lips twitched up in a smile of his own. “I don’t do it for free, Daddy.”
The hand on his shoulder slipped down further as Tamaki hugged him from behind. “I know,” he whispered next to Kyouya’s ear, eyes dark with promise. “You do receive the best service from the King, you know.”
“Hmm,” murmured Kyouya, glasses glinting as he dipped his head, fingers slowing to a stop. His voice was low and amused as Tamaki’s lips bumped gently against his cheek, soft. “Does that make me the Queen?”
Notes: I have no excuse for this except that I think I'm funny, it's late, and I was horrendously prompted by firedraygon97. Excuse any blatant mistakes but please point them out so I can fix them ASAP. :D
In the meantime, Mommy/Daddy love! ♥