Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings/Characters: none / Kyouya, Tamaki, Tamaki
ouran_contest Drabble Theme: #3 Kyouya Ohtori
Summary: Alas, it seems Tamaki will never learn... set sometime after ep. 17.
Disclaimers: Not mine, else I'd have the twins in my lap and not on my screen.
Kyouya was awake.
It was six in the morning.
Someone was going to die.
He had slipped off his glasses and flopped back against his pillow with a contented sigh all of an hour ago. The goings on of the outside world could afford to go unrecorded for all of a few hours, couldn't it?
“What do you want?” he snarled, feeling the wash of anger grow into a near-tangible fog of violet mist and crackling lightning around him as he sat up to face the trespassers. There needed to be a lock on his door and there needed to be a lock on his door soon.
The last time this had happened there had been five of them, all crowding around his bed and making a racket. From the sound of it, this time it was only Tamaki. Good. He could handle it just being Tamaki.
And send him whimpering and sobbing into a corner begging for forgiveness.
Satisfied with this assessment, he opened his eyes.
He focused on brown hair.
Tamaki did not have brown hair.
It would explain having not-heard her, as she could sometimes tell when it was detrimental to her health to speak, unlike a certain blond idiot. It certainly did not explain why she was in his room.
“Get up, Kyouya, we’re going to be late~!”
There was Tamaki all right. And from the look of things, he was dancing from one foot to the other in a fit of impatience.
“What are you talking about?”
Haruhi looked ready to throw cautions to the wind and bolt out of the room—a wise maneuver that Tamaki easily prevented by keeping a firm grip on the rookie’s collar.
“It’s a… secret! Up! Up!”
The man seemed to have forgotten all too easily what happened when you didn’t let sleeping Ohtoris lie. Kyouya turned to the closest semblance of sanity that was also still sentient.
“And why are you here?”
She grimaced and edged a few steps backward. “…The others said ‘once was enough’.” She turned away and he just hear the mumbled, "I can see why."
So even the twins could remember the Wrath Of A Sleeping Kyouya. Clearly Tamaki required a second reminder.
He opened his mouth, gathering the words of utter rage and contempt…
…and then came to the conclusion that it was entirely too much effort for such an ungodly hour of the morning. He would deal with the man later. He plopped back onto his pillow and shut his eyes, determined to ignore the insistent wail in his ear.
His hand did tighten on his cell phone and wallet that he now kept on his person at all times when he felt the blond pounce on him a moment later, however.
There were some things you just couldn’t fight.
A Tamaki in the throes of his commoner addiction/fascination was one of them.
Sqoose. It's early in the morning, and I have not slept at all last night.
...Clearly this means I should write something, but as I'm on my desktop for the first time in a long time, I don't have the bits of other fic that I've been working on. And thus I write new stuff. And finish it. Yippee. =_= *plops over*