Of Onyx and Amber Part I
Title: Of Onyx and Amber
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kyoya/Kaoru, slight Hikaru/Haruhi and Tamaki/ Haruhi
Summary: Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I do not own the characters or anything related to Ouran High School Host Club. This is purely fanmade.
Those idiots, Kaoru thought to himself as he walked to the Third Music Room, coverd with what had been his lunch. At some point in their incessant squabble for Haruhi's attention, Hikaru and Tamaki managed to cover Kaoru in not only his lunch but the lunch of the very girl they were trying to impress. He had ignored their offers to help him clean up and left the dining hall. Things hadn't been the same since that androgynous Fujioka had arrived. Her coming was both a blessing and a curse, because now Kaoru and Hikaru weren't as close as they once were, but this wasn't as upsetting as Kaoru thought it would be. This distance between them, though small, allowed Kaoru to think about where his heart was leading him.
During the past few weeks, Kaoru had found his gaze drawn to the notorious Shadow King, Ootori Kyoya. He always found the Ootori in the same position, writing in his little, black book while the other Hosts tended to the princesses around them. Kaoru longed for Kyoya to return his gaze, onyx for amber in an exchange that existed only in his mind. Had Hikaru not been there to bring him back down to earth, Kaoru would have been content to sit there and watch the Shadow King silently preside over his court. The desire to see his reflection in those dark pools steadily grew over time, until his dreams were filled with the image of Kyoya.
Kaoru entered the Third Music Room, unbuttoning his coat and loosening his tie as he went.
"Kaoru? Well this is a surprise," a low tenor said from his right. There he was, Ootori Kyoya, the Shadow King, the pool Kaoru wished to fall into. Naturally he was writing in his little, black book, his nimble hands never missing a stroke, his watchful eyes neevr leaving the page, yet seeing all.
"Sorry, senpai, I didn't mean to disturb you. I didn't think anyone would be in here. I just need to change and I'll be out of your way," Kaoru struggled through his words, the blood rushing to his cheeks, and other places, at the sight of Kyoya, left his mind deprived of the vital fluids it needed to function.
"This room is no more mine than it is yours, Kaoru. Please take as long as you need, but try to not get too many things dirty," a slight smile playing at the Shadow King's lips. Kaoru hurried to the dressing room, not wanting Kyoya to see the desire plain upon his face. the way Kyoya had said his name, made Kaoru want to melt where he stood.
Kaoru slowly removed his uniform, stopping when he was left only in his trousers. After he washed the food from his face, he realized that he had forgotten to grab one of the spare uniforms. He walked to the clothes rack, his bare feet making almost no sound against the marble floor. A flicker of movement caught his attention as he crossed the room. Kaoru turned to the source of the movement, and found Kyoya leaning against the doorway.
"Looking for something?" he purred, his eyes hidden behind the glare on his glasses. Kaoru stood frozen, his gaze locked on the Shadow King.
"Perhaps the uniforms?" Kyoya continued, seemingly unaware of the affect he had on the young Hitachiin, "I'm afraid they're missing at the moment." Kaoru turned his attention from Kyoya's smiling face, to the clothes rack he had been heading for moments ago. As Kyoya said, it was empty, but Kaoru was sure he had seen it full of uniforms earlier.
"Where did they--" Kaoru began, but thought better of it. He didn't want to come across as big a fool as Tamaki, especially in front of Kyoya.
"I could assist you in looking for them, if you like," the Shadow King said, as he made his way towards Kaoru.
"Thank you, senpai, but you don't have to" Kaoru replied looking at the ground.
"Oh it's no trouble. Besides in all honesty," Kyoya said leaning in so his lips were inches from Kaoru's,"I want to."
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kyoya/Kaoru, slight Hikaru/Haruhi and Tamaki/ Haruhi
Summary: Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I do not own the characters or anything related to Ouran High School Host Club. This is purely fanmade.
Those idiots, Kaoru thought to himself as he walked to the Third Music Room, coverd with what had been his lunch. At some point in their incessant squabble for Haruhi's attention, Hikaru and Tamaki managed to cover Kaoru in not only his lunch but the lunch of the very girl they were trying to impress. He had ignored their offers to help him clean up and left the dining hall. Things hadn't been the same since that androgynous Fujioka had arrived. Her coming was both a blessing and a curse, because now Kaoru and Hikaru weren't as close as they once were, but this wasn't as upsetting as Kaoru thought it would be. This distance between them, though small, allowed Kaoru to think about where his heart was leading him.
During the past few weeks, Kaoru had found his gaze drawn to the notorious Shadow King, Ootori Kyoya. He always found the Ootori in the same position, writing in his little, black book while the other Hosts tended to the princesses around them. Kaoru longed for Kyoya to return his gaze, onyx for amber in an exchange that existed only in his mind. Had Hikaru not been there to bring him back down to earth, Kaoru would have been content to sit there and watch the Shadow King silently preside over his court. The desire to see his reflection in those dark pools steadily grew over time, until his dreams were filled with the image of Kyoya.
Kaoru entered the Third Music Room, unbuttoning his coat and loosening his tie as he went.
"Kaoru? Well this is a surprise," a low tenor said from his right. There he was, Ootori Kyoya, the Shadow King, the pool Kaoru wished to fall into. Naturally he was writing in his little, black book, his nimble hands never missing a stroke, his watchful eyes neevr leaving the page, yet seeing all.
"Sorry, senpai, I didn't mean to disturb you. I didn't think anyone would be in here. I just need to change and I'll be out of your way," Kaoru struggled through his words, the blood rushing to his cheeks, and other places, at the sight of Kyoya, left his mind deprived of the vital fluids it needed to function.
"This room is no more mine than it is yours, Kaoru. Please take as long as you need, but try to not get too many things dirty," a slight smile playing at the Shadow King's lips. Kaoru hurried to the dressing room, not wanting Kyoya to see the desire plain upon his face. the way Kyoya had said his name, made Kaoru want to melt where he stood.
Kaoru slowly removed his uniform, stopping when he was left only in his trousers. After he washed the food from his face, he realized that he had forgotten to grab one of the spare uniforms. He walked to the clothes rack, his bare feet making almost no sound against the marble floor. A flicker of movement caught his attention as he crossed the room. Kaoru turned to the source of the movement, and found Kyoya leaning against the doorway.
"Looking for something?" he purred, his eyes hidden behind the glare on his glasses. Kaoru stood frozen, his gaze locked on the Shadow King.
"Perhaps the uniforms?" Kyoya continued, seemingly unaware of the affect he had on the young Hitachiin, "I'm afraid they're missing at the moment." Kaoru turned his attention from Kyoya's smiling face, to the clothes rack he had been heading for moments ago. As Kyoya said, it was empty, but Kaoru was sure he had seen it full of uniforms earlier.
"Where did they--" Kaoru began, but thought better of it. He didn't want to come across as big a fool as Tamaki, especially in front of Kyoya.
"I could assist you in looking for them, if you like," the Shadow King said, as he made his way towards Kaoru.
"Thank you, senpai, but you don't have to" Kaoru replied looking at the ground.
"Oh it's no trouble. Besides in all honesty," Kyoya said leaning in so his lips were inches from Kaoru's,"I want to."