Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Different ❯ Chapter 1

"Thank you for coming to the house, so soon. I know it's a lot of trouble getting a car to come down here." Tamaki shrugs off his shirt and his frown falls to the floor. So do all his misgivings. Kyoya is so coy, that way. Finding the way, finding the means, paying all the pipers to make a moment like this seem as effortless as a shirt on the floor, or a smile on Tamaki's face. "Come here." Beams of light bounce around him. Kyoya doesn't smile back, only comes to him. Tamaki is sunshine at the window.

 

Only does what seems necessary, and still all this sunshine finds him in that face. That touch.

 

"You're sure this is what you want?" His hand slips into loosened pants.

 

"Of course." Tamaki's laugh is too easy. "You ever asked me that sort of thing, before. Why wouldn't it be alright, now?"

 

"Huh." This is when he laughs. He knows, they know- everyone knows- things have changed. Everything, everyone is different, now. "It doesn't matter."

 

Of course it does.

 

Kyoya knows this Tamaki feels this. There is a change in the atmosphere, in the very timbre of the air they breathe.

 

There is a flower in the room, sitting in a vase. Together they stare at is as they slide into Tamaki's sitting room sofa. "What a pretty tulip." Kyoya's words are almost a whisper as he bends his head.

 

Tamaki smothers his moan with a hand as Kyoya bobs up and down. Slowly. Slowly. Slower, still. "Oh, you do that so well."

 

Slower. Slower... slower as the birds fly by the window outside and the sunshine keeps time with the wind and trees tapping. tapping... tapping with some branch a lazy gardener forgot to trim back.

 

The tulip is so pink. So beautifully pink in a blue drawing room filled with sunshine and sighs. Still, Kyoya sees another flower in his mind's eye. The one he knows Tamaki is thinking of. The only thing Tamaki could be thinking of.

 

That name floats in the air, so softly it is a feather, a whisper, a prayer in the heart. Kyoya can feel the name in Tamaki's breathing, he knows those fingers are knotting his hair, imagining a softer texture. He can taste the name in his mouth, when Tamaki gives it life and speaks it into the room.

 

"Haruhi..." It is as intense as the come sliding down Kyoya's throat. It burns like his tears- the ones Tamaki will never see behind his glasses.

 

Things are so different, now... So, so different.