Mommy Dearest
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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12,672
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23
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I do not own Ouran High Host Club, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Idiot King
Chapter One- The Idiot King
A new day, and thankfully the Hitachiin twins seemed in a better mood than at their last club meeting. It wasn't in his nature to pry, only to observe, but unfortunately Kyoya had not figured out the reason behind their sulky period.
He made a note of it in his daily log and would have forgotten all about it had events not unfolded as they were about to. For the moment though he simply scribbled a few sentences down and turned his attention to the other club members.
Mori was actually entertaining a girl today, which was quite rare for him. She was doing most of the talking but that was probably what she desired out of the situation. Kyoya wrote down his observation.
Honey was also doing well, surrounded by at least seven girls cooing and cuddling him. He watched as one of them airplaned a strawberry on a spoon into his mouth. Disgusting, but probably profitable. Kyoya recorded this status as well.
Now he turned his attention to Haruhi. Since she wasn't currently occupied with a person her eyes were engrossed with a small notebook. He found himself smiling at her concentrated look. Perhaps she was squeezing in a moment of studying. Kyoya had some class notes in his clipboard as well, but he preferred to be less obvious when he was doing work during host club hours.
She looked in his direction but his face was already obscured behind his binder. Perhaps he could punish her for being off-task. That seemed like a fun idea.
Tamaki, of course, was doing a fine job at being a host. His hour was approaching an end however, and Kyoya watched him wander to Haruhi now, hands clasped and face glowing. How amusing it was to see his best friend try and coax the tomboy to love him. It was a game that was almost as enjoyable to watch as he imagined it was for them to take part in.
That line of thinking led him to a particular conversation with his father, one he didn't wish to ponder now. Worrying about -that- was a long ways away.
Kyoya checked the bank account on his laptop, saved his latest spreadsheet calculations, then rose from his seat. He thought maybe he could go see what his 'family' was up to.
And indeed he found them in disarray, but not for the reasons he would have predicted. The twins had made their way to the couple before he had, and now they had enveloped Tamaki in some wild fantasy, judging by his glazed over expression.
Haruhi was over to the side so Kyoya stood with her and eavesdropped.
“It's a fact, Lord. No Daddy every spends more time with his child than with his wife.” Tamaki's hair was covering his face and his posture seemed quite poor. Why were they talking like that? It seemed a strange new tactic...
“They have a point, sempai. I don't think you're a very good Daddy in a lot of ways.” Haruhi was teasing him as well. She reached forward (to pat his head?) but the twins actually blocked her way, each putting an arm around Tamaki's shoulders.
The three of their heads were very close, but only two were grinning. Poor Tamaki was looking up now but the expression on his face was truly stressed.
“See, Haruhi doesn't think of you as a Daddy either! Maybe you're not a Daddy! Maybe you're a pervert.” They chuckled in stereo.
“Maybe I... don't think of Haruhi as a daughter?” Tamaki looked at her for help and surprisingly, she just looked back at him, eyes wide.
Uh oh.
The next instant seemed particularly intense to Kyoya as he finally realized what they were egging him on to do. They wanted him to confess to Haruhi. But now? During the host club? He glanced around; sure enough, several customers were within earshot and many more were looking at them, whispering. If Tamaki realized now, right at this moment, that he loved Haruhi, she would most certainly be outed as a girl! Or even if not, it would affect the whole dynamic of their group. Why would they want something like this?
Kyoya did not want any of it.
Tamaki wrestled himself out of the twins' grasp and took a few steps toward Haruhi. “Haruhi, don't I think of you that way?” He looked utterly confused.
Kyoya took a few steps back. He couldn't believe it, this was actually going to happen. And she might actually... Haruhi seemed to be a little pink in the face.
“S-sempai.” She reached a hand out, hesitated, and for some absurd reason turned and looked directly at Kyoya.
-You don't need my permission!- he tried to will at her. -Just please don't turn him down if he's serious!-
Tamaki put his hands on her shoulders. “Haruhi. I... I think I...”
This was it.
“I ABSOLUTELY DO THINK OF YOU AS MY VERY OWN DAUGHTER!”
...they were silent. He stared into her shocked face for a full minute, a truly determined stare. Kyoya caught the grins of the brothers behind Tamaki. He was angry at himself for still not grasping what their motive was for all this.
“I DO! AND I'LL PROVE IT!” Now Tamaki turned to Kyoya with a finger pointing dramatically his direction.
“I'LL SHOW YOU HOW I LOVE YOUR MOMMY!”
What.
What. The.
“What are you talking about?” Kyoya said out loud with as much control as he could muster. It wasn't much considering Tamaki had now left Haruhi completely behind and was approaching. Approaching and undoing his jacket at the same time.
“Hitachiin 1 and Hitachiin 2, they mock me for not being a proper role model.” Tears filled Tamaki's eyes. “But I will be a role model for Haruhi, I will! No matter what it takes. Why are you stepping away, Mommy? This is just something we'll have to get through as a family!”
No. The word filled Kyoya's head over and over. No no no no no. His grip on his composure was slipping; he took in the excited squeals of the girls around them, the horrified yet stubborn face of the man he called his best friend, and behind him, the two twins. The twins entangling themselves with a perplexed Haruhi and whispering to her.
He took all this information in, but it would have to be processed later, for there was only one fact which encompassed all of his thought: Tamaki was the King of All Idiots, and he was trying to kiss him.
A new day, and thankfully the Hitachiin twins seemed in a better mood than at their last club meeting. It wasn't in his nature to pry, only to observe, but unfortunately Kyoya had not figured out the reason behind their sulky period.
He made a note of it in his daily log and would have forgotten all about it had events not unfolded as they were about to. For the moment though he simply scribbled a few sentences down and turned his attention to the other club members.
Mori was actually entertaining a girl today, which was quite rare for him. She was doing most of the talking but that was probably what she desired out of the situation. Kyoya wrote down his observation.
Honey was also doing well, surrounded by at least seven girls cooing and cuddling him. He watched as one of them airplaned a strawberry on a spoon into his mouth. Disgusting, but probably profitable. Kyoya recorded this status as well.
Now he turned his attention to Haruhi. Since she wasn't currently occupied with a person her eyes were engrossed with a small notebook. He found himself smiling at her concentrated look. Perhaps she was squeezing in a moment of studying. Kyoya had some class notes in his clipboard as well, but he preferred to be less obvious when he was doing work during host club hours.
She looked in his direction but his face was already obscured behind his binder. Perhaps he could punish her for being off-task. That seemed like a fun idea.
Tamaki, of course, was doing a fine job at being a host. His hour was approaching an end however, and Kyoya watched him wander to Haruhi now, hands clasped and face glowing. How amusing it was to see his best friend try and coax the tomboy to love him. It was a game that was almost as enjoyable to watch as he imagined it was for them to take part in.
That line of thinking led him to a particular conversation with his father, one he didn't wish to ponder now. Worrying about -that- was a long ways away.
Kyoya checked the bank account on his laptop, saved his latest spreadsheet calculations, then rose from his seat. He thought maybe he could go see what his 'family' was up to.
And indeed he found them in disarray, but not for the reasons he would have predicted. The twins had made their way to the couple before he had, and now they had enveloped Tamaki in some wild fantasy, judging by his glazed over expression.
Haruhi was over to the side so Kyoya stood with her and eavesdropped.
“It's a fact, Lord. No Daddy every spends more time with his child than with his wife.” Tamaki's hair was covering his face and his posture seemed quite poor. Why were they talking like that? It seemed a strange new tactic...
“They have a point, sempai. I don't think you're a very good Daddy in a lot of ways.” Haruhi was teasing him as well. She reached forward (to pat his head?) but the twins actually blocked her way, each putting an arm around Tamaki's shoulders.
The three of their heads were very close, but only two were grinning. Poor Tamaki was looking up now but the expression on his face was truly stressed.
“See, Haruhi doesn't think of you as a Daddy either! Maybe you're not a Daddy! Maybe you're a pervert.” They chuckled in stereo.
“Maybe I... don't think of Haruhi as a daughter?” Tamaki looked at her for help and surprisingly, she just looked back at him, eyes wide.
Uh oh.
The next instant seemed particularly intense to Kyoya as he finally realized what they were egging him on to do. They wanted him to confess to Haruhi. But now? During the host club? He glanced around; sure enough, several customers were within earshot and many more were looking at them, whispering. If Tamaki realized now, right at this moment, that he loved Haruhi, she would most certainly be outed as a girl! Or even if not, it would affect the whole dynamic of their group. Why would they want something like this?
Kyoya did not want any of it.
Tamaki wrestled himself out of the twins' grasp and took a few steps toward Haruhi. “Haruhi, don't I think of you that way?” He looked utterly confused.
Kyoya took a few steps back. He couldn't believe it, this was actually going to happen. And she might actually... Haruhi seemed to be a little pink in the face.
“S-sempai.” She reached a hand out, hesitated, and for some absurd reason turned and looked directly at Kyoya.
-You don't need my permission!- he tried to will at her. -Just please don't turn him down if he's serious!-
Tamaki put his hands on her shoulders. “Haruhi. I... I think I...”
This was it.
“I ABSOLUTELY DO THINK OF YOU AS MY VERY OWN DAUGHTER!”
...they were silent. He stared into her shocked face for a full minute, a truly determined stare. Kyoya caught the grins of the brothers behind Tamaki. He was angry at himself for still not grasping what their motive was for all this.
“I DO! AND I'LL PROVE IT!” Now Tamaki turned to Kyoya with a finger pointing dramatically his direction.
“I'LL SHOW YOU HOW I LOVE YOUR MOMMY!”
What.
What. The.
“What are you talking about?” Kyoya said out loud with as much control as he could muster. It wasn't much considering Tamaki had now left Haruhi completely behind and was approaching. Approaching and undoing his jacket at the same time.
“Hitachiin 1 and Hitachiin 2, they mock me for not being a proper role model.” Tears filled Tamaki's eyes. “But I will be a role model for Haruhi, I will! No matter what it takes. Why are you stepping away, Mommy? This is just something we'll have to get through as a family!”
No. The word filled Kyoya's head over and over. No no no no no. His grip on his composure was slipping; he took in the excited squeals of the girls around them, the horrified yet stubborn face of the man he called his best friend, and behind him, the two twins. The twins entangling themselves with a perplexed Haruhi and whispering to her.
He took all this information in, but it would have to be processed later, for there was only one fact which encompassed all of his thought: Tamaki was the King of All Idiots, and he was trying to kiss him.