No Dirty Humor
Well, I guess that's not one-hundred percent true, but whatev.
The first time I typed this up, I thought it was decent. Now I'm not so sure. If there was a prequel, it would make more sense, but the longer I go and the more often I read it, I feel less motivated to explain how this situation came about.
Sigh. I am so lazy.
Theme #2: Bathroom
“Why did you think this would be a good idea?” she asked, careful to keep her tone truly inquisitive, rather than frustrated or angry.
There was a huff near her ear; it sounded just as exasperated as his sighs normally did.
“Tamaki made a suggestion…,” he finally explained, and her face blanked.
“I see.”
Of course, she didn’t see why he would have chosen to take Tamaki’s advice, but she could see how it was Tamaki’s fault that they were in this position. But there was no need to tell him that. Kyouya most likely already knew.
“He said he was sick of watching me watch you,” he said, explaining with far more ease and willingness than she would have expected from him. Though that might have had something to do with their circumstances. Still, her brows rose in surprise.
“And you didn’t try to explain to him, first?”
There was a silence that clearly said he had considered it.
After a moment, she sighed. “You think too much.”
When he spoke, there was the slightest hint of a tease to the words.
“I thought you appreciated that, remember?”
She remembered, of course, but that didn’t make the fact that he over-thought things far too often less true.
With a grunt, she tried to change positions; her right leg was going to sleep. Unfortunately, as she brought up her leg to relieve her weight to the other side, she hit him sharply in the thigh. He cursed with far more eloquence than he had five minutes ago.
Haruhi attributed this to mounting frustration.
“So… did he mention when he would let us out?” she asked, laying one hand hesitantly against his hip for balance. The action made him still, and his breath released on a sigh more familiar to her.
“He was spouting off the usual nonsense,” he said. “But I do believe I remember him shouting such words as, ‘kiss’ and ‘give up.’”
She had nothing to say to that.
Kyouya shifted in the small space, feeling understandably trapped.
“I didn’t know there was such a room around here, anyways,” she spoke, thinking a new subject would be welcome.
Instead, her words released an even greater sigh from the man she was trapped with.
“There wasn’t,” he told her, sounding quite annoyed.
She didn’t ask the obvious question, but he knew what she was thinking, anyways.
“That idiot convinced the twins it would be a good idea to have it built.”
And again, Haruhi had nothing to say.
The silence weighed on them for a while, the sounds of the Host Club in full swing coming through from a distance.
“So… will he let us out if you kiss me?” she finally asked, and he stiffened.
“I am not letting that empty-headed fool think he was right,” he said in his strictest, most tightly-laced voice.
For a moment, Haruhi considered the idiocy of all the boys in the Host Club, before tugging firmly on Kyouya’s tie.
It was not the most pleasant of kisses, since he almost immediately pulled away, and obviously hadn’t been prepared for it, but she figured it was enough to count.
“Tamaki-sempai, please let us out now!”
There were hasty footsteps, the click of a lock coming free, and the door swung open.
“Well, well?!?” the Host Club king asked, and was promptly punched in the face for his curiosity.
The twins bent over him, assessing the damage.
Kyouya helped Haruhi out of the small room and stepped carefully onto Tamaki’s stomach. There was a groan from the ground.
A glance down at her, though, had him blinking rapidly.
With a muffled cough, he reached out and tucked her necklace beneath her shirtfront.
She looked down, and then back up, her gaze puzzled.
“You’re not even going to tell him, now?”
Kyouya didn’t look down again.
“He deserves to find out next week,” he commented lightly, though she didn’t take that at face value at all. Feeling her eyes on him, he met her look with the faintest of smiles. “In the morning paper.” That addition was quiet and for her ears only.
She rolled her eyes, and though she was inclined to argue that a week could yield all sorts of schemes from their “king,” she kept quiet.
Though it was easier to just let her necklace hang free, along with what was on it, she had understood the kind of compromises accepting Kyouya Ootori would require. Stupid, revengeful ones included.
“What is everyone doing, huh, huh?” Honey asked, darting around the group.
The twins glanced from the king to the demon king, and wisely kept their own mouths shut for once.
“Eh? What’s this?” Honey poked his head into the door as Haruhi began walking away.
“Oh, I needed to use the bathroom!” With a slam the door shut behind Honey.
A moment later, humming could be heard echoing from within the small chamber’s walls.
The first time I typed this up, I thought it was decent. Now I'm not so sure. If there was a prequel, it would make more sense, but the longer I go and the more often I read it, I feel less motivated to explain how this situation came about.
Sigh. I am so lazy.
Theme #2: Bathroom
“Why did you think this would be a good idea?” she asked, careful to keep her tone truly inquisitive, rather than frustrated or angry.
There was a huff near her ear; it sounded just as exasperated as his sighs normally did.
“Tamaki made a suggestion…,” he finally explained, and her face blanked.
“I see.”
Of course, she didn’t see why he would have chosen to take Tamaki’s advice, but she could see how it was Tamaki’s fault that they were in this position. But there was no need to tell him that. Kyouya most likely already knew.
“He said he was sick of watching me watch you,” he said, explaining with far more ease and willingness than she would have expected from him. Though that might have had something to do with their circumstances. Still, her brows rose in surprise.
“And you didn’t try to explain to him, first?”
There was a silence that clearly said he had considered it.
After a moment, she sighed. “You think too much.”
When he spoke, there was the slightest hint of a tease to the words.
“I thought you appreciated that, remember?”
She remembered, of course, but that didn’t make the fact that he over-thought things far too often less true.
With a grunt, she tried to change positions; her right leg was going to sleep. Unfortunately, as she brought up her leg to relieve her weight to the other side, she hit him sharply in the thigh. He cursed with far more eloquence than he had five minutes ago.
Haruhi attributed this to mounting frustration.
“So… did he mention when he would let us out?” she asked, laying one hand hesitantly against his hip for balance. The action made him still, and his breath released on a sigh more familiar to her.
“He was spouting off the usual nonsense,” he said. “But I do believe I remember him shouting such words as, ‘kiss’ and ‘give up.’”
She had nothing to say to that.
Kyouya shifted in the small space, feeling understandably trapped.
“I didn’t know there was such a room around here, anyways,” she spoke, thinking a new subject would be welcome.
Instead, her words released an even greater sigh from the man she was trapped with.
“There wasn’t,” he told her, sounding quite annoyed.
She didn’t ask the obvious question, but he knew what she was thinking, anyways.
“That idiot convinced the twins it would be a good idea to have it built.”
And again, Haruhi had nothing to say.
The silence weighed on them for a while, the sounds of the Host Club in full swing coming through from a distance.
“So… will he let us out if you kiss me?” she finally asked, and he stiffened.
“I am not letting that empty-headed fool think he was right,” he said in his strictest, most tightly-laced voice.
For a moment, Haruhi considered the idiocy of all the boys in the Host Club, before tugging firmly on Kyouya’s tie.
It was not the most pleasant of kisses, since he almost immediately pulled away, and obviously hadn’t been prepared for it, but she figured it was enough to count.
“Tamaki-sempai, please let us out now!”
There were hasty footsteps, the click of a lock coming free, and the door swung open.
“Well, well?!?” the Host Club king asked, and was promptly punched in the face for his curiosity.
The twins bent over him, assessing the damage.
Kyouya helped Haruhi out of the small room and stepped carefully onto Tamaki’s stomach. There was a groan from the ground.
A glance down at her, though, had him blinking rapidly.
With a muffled cough, he reached out and tucked her necklace beneath her shirtfront.
She looked down, and then back up, her gaze puzzled.
“You’re not even going to tell him, now?”
Kyouya didn’t look down again.
“He deserves to find out next week,” he commented lightly, though she didn’t take that at face value at all. Feeling her eyes on him, he met her look with the faintest of smiles. “In the morning paper.” That addition was quiet and for her ears only.
She rolled her eyes, and though she was inclined to argue that a week could yield all sorts of schemes from their “king,” she kept quiet.
Though it was easier to just let her necklace hang free, along with what was on it, she had understood the kind of compromises accepting Kyouya Ootori would require. Stupid, revengeful ones included.
“What is everyone doing, huh, huh?” Honey asked, darting around the group.
The twins glanced from the king to the demon king, and wisely kept their own mouths shut for once.
“Eh? What’s this?” Honey poked his head into the door as Haruhi began walking away.
“Oh, I needed to use the bathroom!” With a slam the door shut behind Honey.
A moment later, humming could be heard echoing from within the small chamber’s walls.