#26 ~ // Bad Case of Pizza
Title: Bad Case of Pizza
Rating: K+
Genre: General
Length: 500 on the mark
Pairings or Characters: Kyoua-centric; Host Club mentions
Summary: And that was how the Host Club (minus Kyouya) found their King tied, crying, to the roof.
Note: I'm to lazy to fix the mistake in my link XP Sorry guys
Looking down at the greasy item the young Ootori swiftly looked around the group. The Idiotic Trio were already digging into the over-baked flat pieces of bread, the overly melted cheese pooling away onto plates and dangling from their gleefully bliss lips.
Turning his gaze onto his senpais' he watched with slight interest as Hunny poked at his slice, a slight frown on his pink lips, left arm wound tightly around his bunny like a lifeline. Mori, on the other hand, was chewing his piece up, a blank expression on his face. Stuffing the last bit into his mouth he bent down to shuffle through his backpack, grabbing out a small box and setting it in front of his cousin, taking the older one's slice and taking a bite.
"Thanks Takashi," Hunny exclaimed brightly, grabbing a fork and started to devourer the strawberry cheese cake he was offered.
"Hn."
And lastly his eyes fell onto Haruhi, who was eating her slice neatly. The cheese wasn't everywhere, and she didn't have a look of discontent on her face (like Hunny, who looked about to cry at having to eat something he didn't like). She looked quite satisfied really, dabbing at her lips with a napkin before reaching over her plate for another slice of pizza. Looking up her round brown orbs met his onyx ones.
"Anything wrong, senpai?"
"Not at all Haruhi." Looking at his plate she noticed that he hadn't even touched his piece. Shooting him a slightly sympathetic look she went back to her own devices.
"Everyone has to have at least one slice……" He remembered blankly, moving thin fingers to lift up the slice, grimacing slightly at the true oiliness of it all. "As an act of bonding!" Turning contemptuous eyes onto the King of the club the ebony-haired male wondered if he could get away with murder.
‘Doubt it,’ he thought before taking a bite out of the much hated substance, worried about how his stomach would take the abuse......
And apparently it didn't take to well, the young Ootori finding himself shifting painfully through a nightmare of women dressed twins who were shamelessly undressing him on a pink couch, and topped hat Kings dressed in checked boxers, muttering how his dear wife was cheating on him.... Haruhi's voice emitting the cries of deceit from the Kings' lips.
Soon he was transformed into a decoration on a cake, an over-sized Hunny lifting him up with a spoonful of cake. And before he was eaten, he distinctly remembered hearing Mori muttering about how it wasn't nice to eat underclassmen.....
Waking up in a cold sweat, his cry of terror muffled by his pillow, Kyouya rolled over onto his back, taking deep, calming breaths. "Damn you Tamaki!" he cried as he felt a lurch from his stomach.......
Later on that morning the members of the Host Club found their King tied up on the roof, dangling over the pool by a pole, crocodiles champing up at him.
Rating: K+
Genre: General
Length: 500 on the mark
Pairings or Characters: Kyoua-centric; Host Club mentions
Summary: And that was how the Host Club (minus Kyouya) found their King tied, crying, to the roof.
Note: I'm to lazy to fix the mistake in my link XP Sorry guys
Looking down at the greasy item the young Ootori swiftly looked around the group. The Idiotic Trio were already digging into the over-baked flat pieces of bread, the overly melted cheese pooling away onto plates and dangling from their gleefully bliss lips.
Turning his gaze onto his senpais' he watched with slight interest as Hunny poked at his slice, a slight frown on his pink lips, left arm wound tightly around his bunny like a lifeline. Mori, on the other hand, was chewing his piece up, a blank expression on his face. Stuffing the last bit into his mouth he bent down to shuffle through his backpack, grabbing out a small box and setting it in front of his cousin, taking the older one's slice and taking a bite.
"Thanks Takashi," Hunny exclaimed brightly, grabbing a fork and started to devourer the strawberry cheese cake he was offered.
"Hn."
And lastly his eyes fell onto Haruhi, who was eating her slice neatly. The cheese wasn't everywhere, and she didn't have a look of discontent on her face (like Hunny, who looked about to cry at having to eat something he didn't like). She looked quite satisfied really, dabbing at her lips with a napkin before reaching over her plate for another slice of pizza. Looking up her round brown orbs met his onyx ones.
"Anything wrong, senpai?"
"Not at all Haruhi." Looking at his plate she noticed that he hadn't even touched his piece. Shooting him a slightly sympathetic look she went back to her own devices.
"Everyone has to have at least one slice……" He remembered blankly, moving thin fingers to lift up the slice, grimacing slightly at the true oiliness of it all. "As an act of bonding!" Turning contemptuous eyes onto the King of the club the ebony-haired male wondered if he could get away with murder.
‘Doubt it,’ he thought before taking a bite out of the much hated substance, worried about how his stomach would take the abuse......
And apparently it didn't take to well, the young Ootori finding himself shifting painfully through a nightmare of women dressed twins who were shamelessly undressing him on a pink couch, and topped hat Kings dressed in checked boxers, muttering how his dear wife was cheating on him.... Haruhi's voice emitting the cries of deceit from the Kings' lips.
Soon he was transformed into a decoration on a cake, an over-sized Hunny lifting him up with a spoonful of cake. And before he was eaten, he distinctly remembered hearing Mori muttering about how it wasn't nice to eat underclassmen.....
Waking up in a cold sweat, his cry of terror muffled by his pillow, Kyouya rolled over onto his back, taking deep, calming breaths. "Damn you Tamaki!" he cried as he felt a lurch from his stomach.......
Later on that morning the members of the Host Club found their King tied up on the roof, dangling over the pool by a pole, crocodiles champing up at him.