Just a Second Chance
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Guest Fri Sep 19, 2014 3:01 am
Kyoya couldn’t think straight, everything was faded out of focus and for now it was just him and Tamaki. He desperately wanted it to stay that way, he didn’t want to come out of the illusion that it was just the two of them and nothing else mattered. Because he’d only felt like he could forget about all of his responsibilities and just be at peace one other time in his life and that was when he and Tamaki were almost lovers.
But the nagging in his mind came back to haunt him, he knew Tamaki was satisfying some sort of need. He was impulsive. He’d just missed Kyoya and it was manifesting in the wrong way… But Kyoya didn’t know if he had the heart to explain that to Tamaki. Especially when he knew that this was the best he’d ever feel.
Even if he was pretending… Making up the way Tamaki may or may not have felt about him, he was blissful. At peace. And if he let it, his mind would stop throwing up red flags… Stop protecting him. And he would melt into the way Tamaki tasted, the way the hand on his neck calmed him and made him feel safer than he’d felt in months. He would feel the realization wash over him that he was in love. Let it wash over him like the rain pelting his windows, drop by drop until he drowned.
He was in love. In this rainy apartment he came to this painful realization for the third time… But this time he let it collapse his walls, he let it crush him. Because he couldn’t fight it anymore. And it felt so good. To admit it over and over again.
Tamaki made a small noise and Kyoya felt it in every part of him, it made his chest unbearably warm and spread down through his stomach, loosening the knot that had formed there. Soon all there was left was love for Tamaki. The worry for his own well being could wait. He didn’t care if Tamaki only wanted to use him like a second rate whore. If it made him happy Kyoya would let him.
Back then he had hoped Tamaki would return his feelings… It seemed like he did… But it all slipped away. Things became painfully normal. As if Kyoya had never made a move. He supposed he should be thankful Tamaki didn’t stop talking to him all together.
But with this he was just looking to make Tamaki happy. He couldn’t think about himself. And with every move and kiss and breath Tamaki was making it easier for the Ootori to direct his complete attention toward the blond. Soon his hand was cradling Tamaki’s neck and his other arm was lost somewhere around Tamaki’s waist… He wanted to hold his love. “Not yours” he reminded himself, but the voice was so small Kyoya barely heard it.
His lungs burned, but a hand slipped into his hair, finding its way between the black silk strands. God it wasn’t fair what Tamaki did to him.
Soon their need for air broke through and Tamaki held his face so tenderly and pulled away. Kyoya didn’t know how to feel so he just kept his eyes closed for a moment, but when he heard his name he opened them and mirrored Tamaki’s look of slight confusion… Had he done something wrong?
“Your glasses—you’re not wearing any? What happened?”
Kyoya touched the side of his head before his brain finally caught up with Tamaki’s question, “Oh… Uhmm I switched to contacts about a month ago.” His voice was breathier than he wanted it to be. “I… I’m still getting used to them…”
He had to admit, since Tamaki had gotten here, it’d felt wrong not to be wearing his glasses. “They’re in my bedside table.” He said quickly, as if he needed to reassure Tamaki that he could put them back on any time.
As much as Kyoya wanted to stay here in Tamaki’s embrace… His conscience was catching up with him and he pulled back a bit, looking down. Now that those gorgeous lips were off his, his senses were washing painfully back over him.
“Tamaki… I know you missed me. And you might think… I don’t know.” He quickly grew frustrated with his inability to speak. “You may think that this will make it feel better…” Kyoya had to stop there. Why did this have to hurt so much?
“I’m going to say something selfish.” He warned, looking up at the blond with stinging eyes. “I think about that night. The night where we watched…” He couldn’t say it. “It used to be all the time. Now it’s only once in a while.” Kyoya swallowed hard. Not sure what to say next.
“You’re happy now Tamaki.” Was all he could keep himself composed for, he blinked furiously, wishing he had glasses to hide behind now. “I don’t know if you’re just missing the past, trying to get it through me. But you’re happy now. You have Haruhi. She was what you wanted.” As much as it hurt, “You’re going to hate me if I let you do this. This isn’t…” He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t say it wasn’t right. “ This isn’t what you want.”
But the nagging in his mind came back to haunt him, he knew Tamaki was satisfying some sort of need. He was impulsive. He’d just missed Kyoya and it was manifesting in the wrong way… But Kyoya didn’t know if he had the heart to explain that to Tamaki. Especially when he knew that this was the best he’d ever feel.
Even if he was pretending… Making up the way Tamaki may or may not have felt about him, he was blissful. At peace. And if he let it, his mind would stop throwing up red flags… Stop protecting him. And he would melt into the way Tamaki tasted, the way the hand on his neck calmed him and made him feel safer than he’d felt in months. He would feel the realization wash over him that he was in love. Let it wash over him like the rain pelting his windows, drop by drop until he drowned.
He was in love. In this rainy apartment he came to this painful realization for the third time… But this time he let it collapse his walls, he let it crush him. Because he couldn’t fight it anymore. And it felt so good. To admit it over and over again.
Tamaki made a small noise and Kyoya felt it in every part of him, it made his chest unbearably warm and spread down through his stomach, loosening the knot that had formed there. Soon all there was left was love for Tamaki. The worry for his own well being could wait. He didn’t care if Tamaki only wanted to use him like a second rate whore. If it made him happy Kyoya would let him.
Back then he had hoped Tamaki would return his feelings… It seemed like he did… But it all slipped away. Things became painfully normal. As if Kyoya had never made a move. He supposed he should be thankful Tamaki didn’t stop talking to him all together.
But with this he was just looking to make Tamaki happy. He couldn’t think about himself. And with every move and kiss and breath Tamaki was making it easier for the Ootori to direct his complete attention toward the blond. Soon his hand was cradling Tamaki’s neck and his other arm was lost somewhere around Tamaki’s waist… He wanted to hold his love. “Not yours” he reminded himself, but the voice was so small Kyoya barely heard it.
His lungs burned, but a hand slipped into his hair, finding its way between the black silk strands. God it wasn’t fair what Tamaki did to him.
Soon their need for air broke through and Tamaki held his face so tenderly and pulled away. Kyoya didn’t know how to feel so he just kept his eyes closed for a moment, but when he heard his name he opened them and mirrored Tamaki’s look of slight confusion… Had he done something wrong?
“Your glasses—you’re not wearing any? What happened?”
Kyoya touched the side of his head before his brain finally caught up with Tamaki’s question, “Oh… Uhmm I switched to contacts about a month ago.” His voice was breathier than he wanted it to be. “I… I’m still getting used to them…”
He had to admit, since Tamaki had gotten here, it’d felt wrong not to be wearing his glasses. “They’re in my bedside table.” He said quickly, as if he needed to reassure Tamaki that he could put them back on any time.
As much as Kyoya wanted to stay here in Tamaki’s embrace… His conscience was catching up with him and he pulled back a bit, looking down. Now that those gorgeous lips were off his, his senses were washing painfully back over him.
“Tamaki… I know you missed me. And you might think… I don’t know.” He quickly grew frustrated with his inability to speak. “You may think that this will make it feel better…” Kyoya had to stop there. Why did this have to hurt so much?
“I’m going to say something selfish.” He warned, looking up at the blond with stinging eyes. “I think about that night. The night where we watched…” He couldn’t say it. “It used to be all the time. Now it’s only once in a while.” Kyoya swallowed hard. Not sure what to say next.
“You’re happy now Tamaki.” Was all he could keep himself composed for, he blinked furiously, wishing he had glasses to hide behind now. “I don’t know if you’re just missing the past, trying to get it through me. But you’re happy now. You have Haruhi. She was what you wanted.” As much as it hurt, “You’re going to hate me if I let you do this. This isn’t…” He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t say it wasn’t right. “ This isn’t what you want.”
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Salem Parris Fri Sep 19, 2014 1:29 am
The rain outside poured as the silence between seemed to drag on forever. That sinking feeling that sat in the pit of Tamaki’s stomach gnawed at him and warned him that he’d gone too far. Or so he thought just before Kyoya’s lips met Tamaki’s again.
Soft and gentle soon kissing turned into something needy as both boys indulged themselves. God, it felt so good. Tamaki grabbed for Kyoya’s shirt again and kept a firm grip on the warm fabric. The Eurasian shifted and bumped against the makeshift Kotatsu, spilling his mug of tea against the quilt.
What was happening? The blond listened to their frantic kisses and the sound of skin against skin as his hand slid behind Kyoya’s neck.
What was all of this about? For the second time in his life, Tamaki’s mind was blank and nothing else seemed to exist except for Kyoya.
Flash backs to that night back in High School soon flooded through him. That night sitting with Kyoya on the couch in his lonely mansion. They were watching TV and…
A small noise inadvertently escaped the blond as the soft, warm sensation of Kyoya’s lips against his brought back so much and made Tamaki feel so good. He couldn’t get enough and already his chest was tightening as his lungs begged for air.
He’d missed Kyoya so much and in this moment, Tamaki felt completely starved for Kyoya’s affections. They’d been away from each other for too long. His mind wandered back to that night on the couch and he was curious about the strange video Kyoya had brought along with him. Tamaki as shocked by what he saw and even more shocked that they sat and watched it. The way he felt when he watched it while he sat next to the one person who meant the world to Tamaki.
And that kiss…
Tamaki would be lying if he said he never thought about it. He would’ve approached Kyoya about it while they were still in High School but what would he say? He needed to keep things as they were because going down that path—he risked losing his best friend.
So what was so different about right now?
Long, nimble fingers found their place in Kyoya’s dark hair. The soft, clean smell of Kyoya’s shampoo filled Tamaki’s senses and the warmth in his chest began to spread again.
Maybe it was because Kyoya was so familiar to the blond and he’d missed his best friend so much. He needed something to try and convince Kyoya how much he cared about the Ootori, but that was a lame excuse and it hurt Tamaki’s heart to even think of it. He wasn’t using Kyoya to fill some void. Tamaki wasn’t that kind of person.
Then what was it?
The palms of his hands cupped either side of Kyoya’s head while they kissed but something soon struck Tamaki as odd while his fingertips brushed along the shells of Kyoya’s ears.
“Auh…Kyoya..” Tamaki panted and opened his eyes. He searched the blurry sight in front of him. God, how come he didn’t notice this before?
“Your glasses—you’re not wearing any? What happened?” The blond got out between breaths. He kept searching Kyoya’s face, noticing the odd difference it made and how open Kyoya’s face looked. The familiar shine was gone whenever the lenses hit the light and Tamaki had the most frightening realization that maybe he knocked them off on the roof earlier.
Tamaki was genuinely concerned. He loved those glasses.
Soft and gentle soon kissing turned into something needy as both boys indulged themselves. God, it felt so good. Tamaki grabbed for Kyoya’s shirt again and kept a firm grip on the warm fabric. The Eurasian shifted and bumped against the makeshift Kotatsu, spilling his mug of tea against the quilt.
What was happening? The blond listened to their frantic kisses and the sound of skin against skin as his hand slid behind Kyoya’s neck.
What was all of this about? For the second time in his life, Tamaki’s mind was blank and nothing else seemed to exist except for Kyoya.
Flash backs to that night back in High School soon flooded through him. That night sitting with Kyoya on the couch in his lonely mansion. They were watching TV and…
A small noise inadvertently escaped the blond as the soft, warm sensation of Kyoya’s lips against his brought back so much and made Tamaki feel so good. He couldn’t get enough and already his chest was tightening as his lungs begged for air.
He’d missed Kyoya so much and in this moment, Tamaki felt completely starved for Kyoya’s affections. They’d been away from each other for too long. His mind wandered back to that night on the couch and he was curious about the strange video Kyoya had brought along with him. Tamaki as shocked by what he saw and even more shocked that they sat and watched it. The way he felt when he watched it while he sat next to the one person who meant the world to Tamaki.
And that kiss…
Tamaki would be lying if he said he never thought about it. He would’ve approached Kyoya about it while they were still in High School but what would he say? He needed to keep things as they were because going down that path—he risked losing his best friend.
So what was so different about right now?
Long, nimble fingers found their place in Kyoya’s dark hair. The soft, clean smell of Kyoya’s shampoo filled Tamaki’s senses and the warmth in his chest began to spread again.
Maybe it was because Kyoya was so familiar to the blond and he’d missed his best friend so much. He needed something to try and convince Kyoya how much he cared about the Ootori, but that was a lame excuse and it hurt Tamaki’s heart to even think of it. He wasn’t using Kyoya to fill some void. Tamaki wasn’t that kind of person.
Then what was it?
The palms of his hands cupped either side of Kyoya’s head while they kissed but something soon struck Tamaki as odd while his fingertips brushed along the shells of Kyoya’s ears.
“Auh…Kyoya..” Tamaki panted and opened his eyes. He searched the blurry sight in front of him. God, how come he didn’t notice this before?
“Your glasses—you’re not wearing any? What happened?” The blond got out between breaths. He kept searching Kyoya’s face, noticing the odd difference it made and how open Kyoya’s face looked. The familiar shine was gone whenever the lenses hit the light and Tamaki had the most frightening realization that maybe he knocked them off on the roof earlier.
Tamaki was genuinely concerned. He loved those glasses.
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Guest Thu Sep 18, 2014 5:39 am
Kyoya watched as indiscernible emotions passed through those indigo eyes, and he wasn’t sure what else to do to put Tamaki at ease. He really was doing okay. He had bits where he got a little sad but he always tried to stay healthy, how was he supposed to keep his grades up otherwise? He couldn’t imagine the wrath that would be brought down on him if Tamaki had showed up to find a sickly skeleton. His best friend would probably make arrangements to stay until Kyoya was nursed back to health.
That thought wasn’t so bad… Having Tamaki there for a couple months. The thought was so selfish, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Tamaki to stay. Feeling how wonderful he felt now, he was scared of what would happen when Tamaki inevitably left. As much as he’d tried to fight it these last couple months he woke up looking forward to Tamaki’s emails. He’d been trying to find a way to ask him to visit… But he didn’t really want to invite Haruhi along just to become a very pained third wheel and/or tour guide.
So he hadn’t invited him at all, and he knew he missed Tamaki, but now that he was sitting right beside him he was starting to grasp how much he’d missed him.
Just as Kyoya was starting to get too deep into thought, Tamaki’s hand grabbed his shirt and he caught violet eyes again. They were as stormy as the sky outside and unbearably sad, possibly mirroring Kyoya’s. Neither said anything. Though one word was ripping Kyoya’s heart to shreds. Stay. He wanted Tamaki to stay. He just wanted Tamaki. In every way he wanted the man that was supposed to be his best friend.
And just as Kyoya was about to pull away because he couldn’t take it anymore, Tamaki tugged. Warm, sure lips crashed into Kyoya’s and the whole world went dark and lit up with a million cracks of electricity at the same time. His eyes had instinctively closed and he wasn’t even dreaming of pulling away… He couldn’t. He’d wanted this for so long.
When Tamaki pulled away all Kyoya could hear was his heart thundering in his ears and Tamaki’s breathing. No. Nononono this wasn’t happening. This wasn’t. Kyoya couldn’t do this again. He wasn’t strong enough to do this again. They couldn’t be together. Pain raced like fire through every nerve in him. His mind screamed to run… Leave before he let himself do this to Tamaki. He was going to lose him. Everything he needed in his life… He was going to lose him.
”Kyoya?”
The Ootori looked up, and the sight of his beautiful Tamaki met him. He’s not yours. He’s not. He’ll never be yours. He wasn’t thinking. He’ll regret everything. Every touch. Every Kiss. And you’ll be alone again. Except this time completely. Kyoya couldn’t stop himself though. He needed this too bad. He wanted it to be real. He wanted to go back in time and make Tamaki see that he was everything the Ootori needed.
“Tamaki…” He tried to be rational. And quickly failed.
He grabbed the collar of one of his best shirts, one that looked stunning on the blond, and gently pressed their lips together again. But gentle soon turned needy as he lost himself. He didn’t know what this was. But Tamaki couldn’t love him. He couldn’t before and he didn’t now. Kyoya knew it and it hurt more than anything he’d ever experienced. But maybe he was so desperate he would take what he could get. Maybe he just wanted to pretend.
He wanted to be mad. He wanted to be furious. He wanted to ask how Tamaki could take so much from him when he just planned to leave him here, more broken then he was before. But he couldn’t be. Not when those soft lips moved and felt and tasted like heaven against his own. Not when he could feel everything he’d ever wanted, so close.
He couldn’t be anything close to furious. Not with Tamaki. Never with Tamaki.
That thought wasn’t so bad… Having Tamaki there for a couple months. The thought was so selfish, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Tamaki to stay. Feeling how wonderful he felt now, he was scared of what would happen when Tamaki inevitably left. As much as he’d tried to fight it these last couple months he woke up looking forward to Tamaki’s emails. He’d been trying to find a way to ask him to visit… But he didn’t really want to invite Haruhi along just to become a very pained third wheel and/or tour guide.
So he hadn’t invited him at all, and he knew he missed Tamaki, but now that he was sitting right beside him he was starting to grasp how much he’d missed him.
Just as Kyoya was starting to get too deep into thought, Tamaki’s hand grabbed his shirt and he caught violet eyes again. They were as stormy as the sky outside and unbearably sad, possibly mirroring Kyoya’s. Neither said anything. Though one word was ripping Kyoya’s heart to shreds. Stay. He wanted Tamaki to stay. He just wanted Tamaki. In every way he wanted the man that was supposed to be his best friend.
And just as Kyoya was about to pull away because he couldn’t take it anymore, Tamaki tugged. Warm, sure lips crashed into Kyoya’s and the whole world went dark and lit up with a million cracks of electricity at the same time. His eyes had instinctively closed and he wasn’t even dreaming of pulling away… He couldn’t. He’d wanted this for so long.
When Tamaki pulled away all Kyoya could hear was his heart thundering in his ears and Tamaki’s breathing. No. Nononono this wasn’t happening. This wasn’t. Kyoya couldn’t do this again. He wasn’t strong enough to do this again. They couldn’t be together. Pain raced like fire through every nerve in him. His mind screamed to run… Leave before he let himself do this to Tamaki. He was going to lose him. Everything he needed in his life… He was going to lose him.
”Kyoya?”
The Ootori looked up, and the sight of his beautiful Tamaki met him. He’s not yours. He’s not. He’ll never be yours. He wasn’t thinking. He’ll regret everything. Every touch. Every Kiss. And you’ll be alone again. Except this time completely. Kyoya couldn’t stop himself though. He needed this too bad. He wanted it to be real. He wanted to go back in time and make Tamaki see that he was everything the Ootori needed.
“Tamaki…” He tried to be rational. And quickly failed.
He grabbed the collar of one of his best shirts, one that looked stunning on the blond, and gently pressed their lips together again. But gentle soon turned needy as he lost himself. He didn’t know what this was. But Tamaki couldn’t love him. He couldn’t before and he didn’t now. Kyoya knew it and it hurt more than anything he’d ever experienced. But maybe he was so desperate he would take what he could get. Maybe he just wanted to pretend.
He wanted to be mad. He wanted to be furious. He wanted to ask how Tamaki could take so much from him when he just planned to leave him here, more broken then he was before. But he couldn’t be. Not when those soft lips moved and felt and tasted like heaven against his own. Not when he could feel everything he’d ever wanted, so close.
He couldn’t be anything close to furious. Not with Tamaki. Never with Tamaki.
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Salem Parris Thu Sep 18, 2014 4:27 am
The feelings of worry and abandonment began to fade as his emotional fit started to pass. Kyoya earnest attempts to calm Tamaki down were barely registering until the Ootori abruptly stood up and made Tamaki look at him.
He was not dying of starvation. He didn’t appear sickly or uncared for—in fact, even in the dimly lit room, Kyoya was just as beautiful as ever.
Tamaki found himself staring at his best friend for the second time during this visit. The first being just before he hopped into the shower, when Kyoya shed his wet clothing. There was always something beautiful about the man, and why wouldn’t there be? After all, Kyoya was a part of the Ouran Host Club; Tamaki always thought Kyoya was exceptionally handsome, even when they were younger. But this time it was different.
It was that familiarity that drew Tamaki to Kyoya now. That beautiful, strong personality that Tamaki needed to be around to feel safe. Even now, it only took a couple of reassuring words to calm the distraught prince and pull him back to reality.
Kyoya was completely safe and healthy.
Unfortunately, a part of Tamaki hated that Kyoya was doing so well without him. Tamaki thought about it all the way over and even in the last couple of months. What if their friendship was drifting apart? What if Kyoya was doing just fine without him and his coming here to visit was a mistake? No. He refused to believe that. The very thought sat in the pit of his stomach like a rock. He wasn’t going to give up on their friendship—not for anything in the world.
Tamaki was pulled out of his mind theatre once again when Kyoya finally joined him on his side of the Kotatsu. Those gun-metal grey eyes fixed on the blond’s and Tamaki felt a familiar warmth spread over his chest. Their circumstances might have changed, but Kyoya was still Kyoya. He would always be Kyoya—his best friend.
“You’re the one that rushed up here and didn’t even bring clothing. Do I still need to take care of you??” Kyoya said in that smooth tone he always used.
Yes. Tamaki wanted to say. He still wanted Kyoya to look after him, encourage his daydreaming and call him a moron when it got a little out of hand.
The fingers that flicked Tamaki’s bangs caught the blond by surprise and he hoped that it didn’t show. He was acutely aware of how close Kyoya was now and the kind gesture only helped the warmth that spread over his chest and out to the rest of his body. Tamaki felt anchored now and he curiously searched Kyoya’s features, for what he wasn’t quite sure of really.
“Mommy still does all the thinking.”
That silly nickname that Tamaki gave Kyoya when they were playing house. It struck Tamaki to his very core; the very fact that Kyoya would still play along with it made Tamaki smile.
It was then that Tamaki realized that Kyoya was someone he couldn’t live without. After that moment in middle school when they first met, Tamaki’s life was ruined without Kyoya being a part of it. He couldn’t let him go.
With a mind of its own, Tamaki’s hand reached out and gently grasped Kyoya’s shirt. The soft, expensive fabric in the palm of his hand felt soft and warm from the body heat. Tamaki just wanted to hold onto something—anything, really. At first it seemed like a feeble and desperate attempt to make Kyoya believe that Tamaki couldn’t live without the Ootori. That the blond needed Kyoya’s presence in his world.
With a reflexive tug, Tamaki pulled his best friend closer and firmly pressed his lips against Kyoya’s. There was no forethought or second thought.
Gold mingled with ebony as the kiss lingered for a moment longer. The only sound that filled the studio apartment was the soft sound of the rain falling outside and the hum of the heater underneath the makeshift kotatsu Kyoya so lovingly made.
Tamaki slowly pulled back but made no move to move away or comment as he watched Kyoya’s face, looking for any signs of discomfort or disgust. For a moment, he wondered if he might have crossed another line in their friendship. Like the incessant calling.
“Kyoya?” He finally whispered, hoping it would grab Kyoya’s attention. Tamaki gently loosened his grip on Kyoya’s shirt, feeling the wrinkled and warm fabric slip from his fingers as he pulled back a little further to get a better look at Kyoya.
He was not dying of starvation. He didn’t appear sickly or uncared for—in fact, even in the dimly lit room, Kyoya was just as beautiful as ever.
Tamaki found himself staring at his best friend for the second time during this visit. The first being just before he hopped into the shower, when Kyoya shed his wet clothing. There was always something beautiful about the man, and why wouldn’t there be? After all, Kyoya was a part of the Ouran Host Club; Tamaki always thought Kyoya was exceptionally handsome, even when they were younger. But this time it was different.
It was that familiarity that drew Tamaki to Kyoya now. That beautiful, strong personality that Tamaki needed to be around to feel safe. Even now, it only took a couple of reassuring words to calm the distraught prince and pull him back to reality.
Kyoya was completely safe and healthy.
Unfortunately, a part of Tamaki hated that Kyoya was doing so well without him. Tamaki thought about it all the way over and even in the last couple of months. What if their friendship was drifting apart? What if Kyoya was doing just fine without him and his coming here to visit was a mistake? No. He refused to believe that. The very thought sat in the pit of his stomach like a rock. He wasn’t going to give up on their friendship—not for anything in the world.
Tamaki was pulled out of his mind theatre once again when Kyoya finally joined him on his side of the Kotatsu. Those gun-metal grey eyes fixed on the blond’s and Tamaki felt a familiar warmth spread over his chest. Their circumstances might have changed, but Kyoya was still Kyoya. He would always be Kyoya—his best friend.
“You’re the one that rushed up here and didn’t even bring clothing. Do I still need to take care of you??” Kyoya said in that smooth tone he always used.
Yes. Tamaki wanted to say. He still wanted Kyoya to look after him, encourage his daydreaming and call him a moron when it got a little out of hand.
The fingers that flicked Tamaki’s bangs caught the blond by surprise and he hoped that it didn’t show. He was acutely aware of how close Kyoya was now and the kind gesture only helped the warmth that spread over his chest and out to the rest of his body. Tamaki felt anchored now and he curiously searched Kyoya’s features, for what he wasn’t quite sure of really.
“Mommy still does all the thinking.”
That silly nickname that Tamaki gave Kyoya when they were playing house. It struck Tamaki to his very core; the very fact that Kyoya would still play along with it made Tamaki smile.
It was then that Tamaki realized that Kyoya was someone he couldn’t live without. After that moment in middle school when they first met, Tamaki’s life was ruined without Kyoya being a part of it. He couldn’t let him go.
With a mind of its own, Tamaki’s hand reached out and gently grasped Kyoya’s shirt. The soft, expensive fabric in the palm of his hand felt soft and warm from the body heat. Tamaki just wanted to hold onto something—anything, really. At first it seemed like a feeble and desperate attempt to make Kyoya believe that Tamaki couldn’t live without the Ootori. That the blond needed Kyoya’s presence in his world.
With a reflexive tug, Tamaki pulled his best friend closer and firmly pressed his lips against Kyoya’s. There was no forethought or second thought.
Gold mingled with ebony as the kiss lingered for a moment longer. The only sound that filled the studio apartment was the soft sound of the rain falling outside and the hum of the heater underneath the makeshift kotatsu Kyoya so lovingly made.
Tamaki slowly pulled back but made no move to move away or comment as he watched Kyoya’s face, looking for any signs of discomfort or disgust. For a moment, he wondered if he might have crossed another line in their friendship. Like the incessant calling.
“Kyoya?” He finally whispered, hoping it would grab Kyoya’s attention. Tamaki gently loosened his grip on Kyoya’s shirt, feeling the wrinkled and warm fabric slip from his fingers as he pulled back a little further to get a better look at Kyoya.
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Guest Thu Sep 18, 2014 2:49 am
Kyoya still knew his best friend better than anyone, and the little droop in the blonde's voice didn’t go unnoticed, but Kyoya let it slide. His tone stayed down but picked up a bit when he talked about Haruhi and school… But there was something else on his best friend’s mind… He didn’t even really hear Tamaki ask how New York was because he was studying his friend.
His mind finally processed the question but by the time he had it was apparently too late. Just as he opened his mouth to speak Tamaki slammed his mug down onto the table, a much more abrasive question pouring past his lips. Followed by a demand that Kyoya knew he couldn’t say no to. Did it really upset Tamaki that much that Kyoya hadn’t visited?
His silent question was soon answered when an arm shot across the table and gripped him by the collar, soon Tamaki was yelling and had tears in his eyes and Kyoya’s own eyes were wide with shock. He didn’t know if he’d ever seen these indigo eyes so genuinely upset and hurt.
But soon Kyoya was released and he watched Tamaki turn to the windows, knowing now that he’d unknowingly set Tamaki off the water works and antics would follow. Sure enough the former host king was staring out into the grey, pouting. “I never wanted to-” But once again Kyoya had chosen the wrong time to speak. Suddenly Tamaki had turned him into Rapunzel. Honestly.
Then he was yelling again, and Kyoya realized he had been doing that… Selfishly so. In fact, not much of what Tamaki was saying was an exaggeration and the little squeak of french his best friend let out made Kyoya’s heart ache for home... But his home wasn’t really what he remembered without Tamaki there. His heart wasn’t aching for home. It was aching for the past.
Kyoya really hadn’t meant to turn Tamaki away. He just wanted to heal. And he couldn’t do that… Like this. Because as soon as Tamaki left it would just be him. Alone again. And Tamaki would go back to his little slice of the past. His home with Haruhi.
But then he felt Tamaki’s energy shift and he knew his blond friend was going to get carried away. Sure enough here came the fretting questions, “Tamaki…” He tried to answer but they were too rapidfire. Kyoya resisted pushing Tamaki’s bangs out of his eyes… He’d forgotten how stunning they were. His heart throbbed again and he couldn’t believe how stupid he was being.
“Tamaki look… Look at me.” He moved to stand, and walked around the table so Tamaki could see his whole person. “I’m healthy, I’ve been eating… I even managed to maintain a good sleep schedule. I go to class and yes I do a lot of homework. But I get out of the house every now and again.” Kyoya sat down next to his friend and looked him in the eyes, “You don’t have to worry about me so much. I’m an adult too.”
He shoved the blond playfully, “You’re the one that rushed up here and didn’t even bring clothing. Do I still need to take care of you??” He couldn’t help himself anymore, he flicked Tamaki’s hair out of his eyes and sighed, “Mommy still does all the thinking.”
His mind finally processed the question but by the time he had it was apparently too late. Just as he opened his mouth to speak Tamaki slammed his mug down onto the table, a much more abrasive question pouring past his lips. Followed by a demand that Kyoya knew he couldn’t say no to. Did it really upset Tamaki that much that Kyoya hadn’t visited?
His silent question was soon answered when an arm shot across the table and gripped him by the collar, soon Tamaki was yelling and had tears in his eyes and Kyoya’s own eyes were wide with shock. He didn’t know if he’d ever seen these indigo eyes so genuinely upset and hurt.
But soon Kyoya was released and he watched Tamaki turn to the windows, knowing now that he’d unknowingly set Tamaki off the water works and antics would follow. Sure enough the former host king was staring out into the grey, pouting. “I never wanted to-” But once again Kyoya had chosen the wrong time to speak. Suddenly Tamaki had turned him into Rapunzel. Honestly.
Then he was yelling again, and Kyoya realized he had been doing that… Selfishly so. In fact, not much of what Tamaki was saying was an exaggeration and the little squeak of french his best friend let out made Kyoya’s heart ache for home... But his home wasn’t really what he remembered without Tamaki there. His heart wasn’t aching for home. It was aching for the past.
Kyoya really hadn’t meant to turn Tamaki away. He just wanted to heal. And he couldn’t do that… Like this. Because as soon as Tamaki left it would just be him. Alone again. And Tamaki would go back to his little slice of the past. His home with Haruhi.
But then he felt Tamaki’s energy shift and he knew his blond friend was going to get carried away. Sure enough here came the fretting questions, “Tamaki…” He tried to answer but they were too rapidfire. Kyoya resisted pushing Tamaki’s bangs out of his eyes… He’d forgotten how stunning they were. His heart throbbed again and he couldn’t believe how stupid he was being.
“Tamaki look… Look at me.” He moved to stand, and walked around the table so Tamaki could see his whole person. “I’m healthy, I’ve been eating… I even managed to maintain a good sleep schedule. I go to class and yes I do a lot of homework. But I get out of the house every now and again.” Kyoya sat down next to his friend and looked him in the eyes, “You don’t have to worry about me so much. I’m an adult too.”
He shoved the blond playfully, “You’re the one that rushed up here and didn’t even bring clothing. Do I still need to take care of you??” He couldn’t help himself anymore, he flicked Tamaki’s hair out of his eyes and sighed, “Mommy still does all the thinking.”
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Salem Parris Thu Sep 18, 2014 2:05 am
Tamaki listened to his best friend mention Tamaki’s need for a kotatsu and Kyoya was absolutely right. It wouldn’t be a complete visit to Kyoya’s without a kotatsu to sit under and sip tea. With every warm sip, Tamaki’s mind would wander and revisit those old memories openly but not so much so that he was distracted from the conversation. Right now he just wanted to absorb everything.
“How have things been Tamaki?” Kyoya asked with a small smile. “Are you liking Boston?”
Boston.
Haruhi.
Tamaki nodded and smiled into his tea cup and watched the tiny leaves swirling at the bottom of the cup. “It’s beautiful! And nice.” The beginning of his sentence started off enthusiastically but dropped off the more he thought about it.
“Haruhi is doing wonderfully, she’s in Japan right now visiting. And school is,” But even as good as things were, nothing was the same and that was downright irritating.
“How is New York?” Tamaki casually asked back, trying to repay Kyoya for the kind questions. Even if he felt they were a little unimaginative. Tamaki wanted more! But he wasn’t entirely sure what ‘more’ entailed. He wanted to lay down under the Kotatsu while Kyoya worked long into the night. He wanted to watch TV, plan Host Club events. He wanted to sneak with Kyoya down into the kitchen and provisions for the night. Provisions made up of nothing but commoner food because Tamaki would request it and Kyoya would amuse him.
Tamaki slammed his cup down on the quilted table and starred Kyoya straight in the eyes.
“How come you haven’t visit?!” He yelled, his fingers curling into his mug as he clung onto the ceramic surface. Noticing his own town, Tamaki lowered his gaze back onto his tea and he shook his head. “I want to visit, regularly.” He added. No. Demanded.
Tamaki nearly shot across the table and grabbed Kyoya by the collar of his shirt, tears glistening in his indigo eyes as he lightly shook his friend. “YOU CAN’T STAY AWAY FROM ME FOREVER, KYOYA! I WON’T LET YOU!!”
Dramatically, the Prince turned to the large windows overlooking New York City, he didn’t know how Kyoya could stand this place. Tall buildings, nothing but grey and black. The rain kept falling against the windows and obscured most of the cityscape into nothing but grey, black and the occasional red and yellow splotches of lights.
“Locked away, here in your tower. All alone…” He whispered, pressing his arm against the window and resting his forehead against his forearm. “SHUTTING ME OUT AND TURNING ME AWAY! Q^Q….mon ami…” Tamaki squeaked before turning back to face his best friend.
“What do you do all day? What time do you get up in the mornings?” Tamaki’s mind theatre played horrible tricks on him and an emaciated, sunken eyed Kyoya came to mind. And Tamaki couldn’t handle it. Yes. He was going to come out here as often as he could, no doubt about it.
“Are you at least eating?” Tamaki asked, peering at Kyoya through blond pieces of bangs that had flopped over into Tamaki’s face.
“How have things been Tamaki?” Kyoya asked with a small smile. “Are you liking Boston?”
Boston.
Haruhi.
Tamaki nodded and smiled into his tea cup and watched the tiny leaves swirling at the bottom of the cup. “It’s beautiful! And nice.” The beginning of his sentence started off enthusiastically but dropped off the more he thought about it.
“Haruhi is doing wonderfully, she’s in Japan right now visiting. And school is,” But even as good as things were, nothing was the same and that was downright irritating.
“How is New York?” Tamaki casually asked back, trying to repay Kyoya for the kind questions. Even if he felt they were a little unimaginative. Tamaki wanted more! But he wasn’t entirely sure what ‘more’ entailed. He wanted to lay down under the Kotatsu while Kyoya worked long into the night. He wanted to watch TV, plan Host Club events. He wanted to sneak with Kyoya down into the kitchen and provisions for the night. Provisions made up of nothing but commoner food because Tamaki would request it and Kyoya would amuse him.
Tamaki slammed his cup down on the quilted table and starred Kyoya straight in the eyes.
“How come you haven’t visit?!” He yelled, his fingers curling into his mug as he clung onto the ceramic surface. Noticing his own town, Tamaki lowered his gaze back onto his tea and he shook his head. “I want to visit, regularly.” He added. No. Demanded.
Tamaki nearly shot across the table and grabbed Kyoya by the collar of his shirt, tears glistening in his indigo eyes as he lightly shook his friend. “YOU CAN’T STAY AWAY FROM ME FOREVER, KYOYA! I WON’T LET YOU!!”
Dramatically, the Prince turned to the large windows overlooking New York City, he didn’t know how Kyoya could stand this place. Tall buildings, nothing but grey and black. The rain kept falling against the windows and obscured most of the cityscape into nothing but grey, black and the occasional red and yellow splotches of lights.
“Locked away, here in your tower. All alone…” He whispered, pressing his arm against the window and resting his forehead against his forearm. “SHUTTING ME OUT AND TURNING ME AWAY! Q^Q….mon ami…” Tamaki squeaked before turning back to face his best friend.
“What do you do all day? What time do you get up in the mornings?” Tamaki’s mind theatre played horrible tricks on him and an emaciated, sunken eyed Kyoya came to mind. And Tamaki couldn’t handle it. Yes. He was going to come out here as often as he could, no doubt about it.
“Are you at least eating?” Tamaki asked, peering at Kyoya through blond pieces of bangs that had flopped over into Tamaki’s face.
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Guest Thu Sep 18, 2014 1:30 am
Kyoya heard the shower turn off and the sound of Tamaki rummaging around in his room. He had just been letting his mind wander and sift through memories. Times where Tamaki would come over late and beg Kyoya to bring out the Kotatsu only to sit under it for a few moments before complaining of fatigue. “A King needs his beauty sleep Kyoya!”
As if he could hear the Ootori’s thoughts Tamaki came out of the bedroom, dressed in some of Kyoya’s nicer clothes… But he didn’t mind. Tamaki looked wonderful, though the clothes were obviously not tailored for him. “I have plenty of clothes, you missed the dresser.” But Kyoya was being talked over by “his beloved”, ranting and raving about the kotatsu and flashbacks.
He watched Tamaki plop down across from him and chuckled, shaking his head and this time failing to stop his hand from coming up and pushing where his glasses used to be. He quickly dropped his hand, knowing he was reverting back to regular body language he had when he spent time with Tamaki. He pulled his hand away and gestured, nodding a bit. “Not flashbacks… But something like that apparently.”
Kyoya picked up his mug and carefully sipped his tea, “I haven’t invested in an actual kotatsu, but I figured if you didn’t have something close you’d make me order one… And then I’d never touch it once you left.” This was so nice.
It was bringing Kyoya back to a time where he and Tamaki could visit any time they wanted, without needing a helicopter. Not to mention seeing each other at the club and for meetings to discuss themes… They really had spent almost every day together. And the abrupt stop to that had done some damage to Kyoya. Upon attending school he’d been somewhat of a recluse. Without a personality like Tamaki’s there was no one to force him up out of his studies.
He still didn’t really even have any friends. He just had David. Now that Tamaki was here he realized that that was kind of odd. He was happier now, just sitting across the table from the blond than he had been in months… Was it possible... that Kyoya had gotten depressed? It felt like he’d been asleep for such a long time… And now that Tamaki was here he was awake again.
The realization made him want to frown and smile at the same time. Because he was so happy Tamaki was here… But what did that mean? That without Tamaki he’d been depressed? That he was the only introvert in the world that needed an active social life?
Kyoya snapped out of it and realized he probably looked very troubled, staring into his tea like he had some kind of mental handicap. “How have things been Tamaki?” He finally asked, looking up with a little smile. “Are you liking Boston?”
As if he could hear the Ootori’s thoughts Tamaki came out of the bedroom, dressed in some of Kyoya’s nicer clothes… But he didn’t mind. Tamaki looked wonderful, though the clothes were obviously not tailored for him. “I have plenty of clothes, you missed the dresser.” But Kyoya was being talked over by “his beloved”, ranting and raving about the kotatsu and flashbacks.
He watched Tamaki plop down across from him and chuckled, shaking his head and this time failing to stop his hand from coming up and pushing where his glasses used to be. He quickly dropped his hand, knowing he was reverting back to regular body language he had when he spent time with Tamaki. He pulled his hand away and gestured, nodding a bit. “Not flashbacks… But something like that apparently.”
Kyoya picked up his mug and carefully sipped his tea, “I haven’t invested in an actual kotatsu, but I figured if you didn’t have something close you’d make me order one… And then I’d never touch it once you left.” This was so nice.
It was bringing Kyoya back to a time where he and Tamaki could visit any time they wanted, without needing a helicopter. Not to mention seeing each other at the club and for meetings to discuss themes… They really had spent almost every day together. And the abrupt stop to that had done some damage to Kyoya. Upon attending school he’d been somewhat of a recluse. Without a personality like Tamaki’s there was no one to force him up out of his studies.
He still didn’t really even have any friends. He just had David. Now that Tamaki was here he realized that that was kind of odd. He was happier now, just sitting across the table from the blond than he had been in months… Was it possible... that Kyoya had gotten depressed? It felt like he’d been asleep for such a long time… And now that Tamaki was here he was awake again.
The realization made him want to frown and smile at the same time. Because he was so happy Tamaki was here… But what did that mean? That without Tamaki he’d been depressed? That he was the only introvert in the world that needed an active social life?
Kyoya snapped out of it and realized he probably looked very troubled, staring into his tea like he had some kind of mental handicap. “How have things been Tamaki?” He finally asked, looking up with a little smile. “Are you liking Boston?”
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Salem Parris Thu Sep 18, 2014 12:42 am
God that felt good. The moment the hot water hit Tamaki on the back of his neck and his shoulders, he completely lost himself. It wasn’t long before the steam crept up and cloaked the bathroom in a fog that curtain Tamaki from the clear glass walls of the shower. He felt like he was in another world—in this different bathroom, with different smells. But it wasn’t a bad different. The sweet, clean smell of shampoo filled Tamaki’s senses and the only image that came to mind was Kyoya.
Tamaki turned to face the shower head and tilted his head back and off to the side to allow the warm water to snake down his neck and over his chest. He didn’t even realize how could he really was until he felt this heaven. And for a moment, his mind started to drift back and he felt the way he did back in High School. Washing up under the warm water of the shower, Kyoya waiting in his bedroom for Tamaki to finish up so he could jump in after—or maybe just waiting for the blond to get his butt into bed so he could sleep.
A sense of urgency took over the Eurasian and he quickly washed the cold from his body and hopped out before he wasted too much time. Kyoya could wait but Tamaki always made sure to get his beauty rest! As the shower gargled the last drops of water down the drain, Tamaki swept a wet hand across the fog covered mirror and found his indigo eyes staring right back at him. Frantically, he messed with his hair and dried himself off with a spare towel he found on the rack and hand dried the blond locks. After he was satisfied with his appearance, after drying himself off entirely, he tied the towel around his waist and slinked out of the bathroom. He made sure to be extra quiet not to slam the door and alert the slumbering shadow king.
Only…his illusion was broken the moment he stepped out. Grey, dull light poured in through the blind covered windows and the clock read close to 12:30 pm—not a.m. as he had anticipated. The years flashed by his very eyes and now they were both in college, living in different parts of a country he really didn’t know all that well.
Tamaki went straight over to Kyoya’s wardrobe and grabbed a pair of dark jeans and a black, long-sleeved button down shirt. Probably not the most casual thing to wear, but the shirt brought back memories for Tamaki. Even though Kyoya’s clothes were a little tight on Tamaki, it still felt so much better wearing something warm and clean and he felt absolutely refreshed.
“I hope this is okay, I just grabbed whatever I could find.” Tamaki said as he left the bedroom, still toweling off his damp hair.
“I think it’s a good thing you’re taking me shopping tomorrow! You hardly have any—”
Tamaki paused and let the towel fall on his shoulders as he saw the makeshift kotatsu with a pot of tea on a tray, and Kyoya sitting right across from it.
“T^T It seems my beloved hasn’t forgotten!” Tamaki cooed, cupping his chin proudly and tapping his index finger thoughtfully against his cheek. “I can see you’re having similar flash backs too, aren’t you, Kyoya?” Tamaki asked as he plopped himself down right across from Kyoya. Greedy hands found themselves wrapped around a hot mug of tea and he cradled it as if it would disappear. As if this was some sort of elaborate dream.
Tamaki brought the warm mug up to his lips and drank carefully and again he was transported to another day and time. A place where they didn’t spend their lives separate from one another.
Tamaki turned to face the shower head and tilted his head back and off to the side to allow the warm water to snake down his neck and over his chest. He didn’t even realize how could he really was until he felt this heaven. And for a moment, his mind started to drift back and he felt the way he did back in High School. Washing up under the warm water of the shower, Kyoya waiting in his bedroom for Tamaki to finish up so he could jump in after—or maybe just waiting for the blond to get his butt into bed so he could sleep.
A sense of urgency took over the Eurasian and he quickly washed the cold from his body and hopped out before he wasted too much time. Kyoya could wait but Tamaki always made sure to get his beauty rest! As the shower gargled the last drops of water down the drain, Tamaki swept a wet hand across the fog covered mirror and found his indigo eyes staring right back at him. Frantically, he messed with his hair and dried himself off with a spare towel he found on the rack and hand dried the blond locks. After he was satisfied with his appearance, after drying himself off entirely, he tied the towel around his waist and slinked out of the bathroom. He made sure to be extra quiet not to slam the door and alert the slumbering shadow king.
Only…his illusion was broken the moment he stepped out. Grey, dull light poured in through the blind covered windows and the clock read close to 12:30 pm—not a.m. as he had anticipated. The years flashed by his very eyes and now they were both in college, living in different parts of a country he really didn’t know all that well.
Tamaki went straight over to Kyoya’s wardrobe and grabbed a pair of dark jeans and a black, long-sleeved button down shirt. Probably not the most casual thing to wear, but the shirt brought back memories for Tamaki. Even though Kyoya’s clothes were a little tight on Tamaki, it still felt so much better wearing something warm and clean and he felt absolutely refreshed.
“I hope this is okay, I just grabbed whatever I could find.” Tamaki said as he left the bedroom, still toweling off his damp hair.
“I think it’s a good thing you’re taking me shopping tomorrow! You hardly have any—”
Tamaki paused and let the towel fall on his shoulders as he saw the makeshift kotatsu with a pot of tea on a tray, and Kyoya sitting right across from it.
“T^T It seems my beloved hasn’t forgotten!” Tamaki cooed, cupping his chin proudly and tapping his index finger thoughtfully against his cheek. “I can see you’re having similar flash backs too, aren’t you, Kyoya?” Tamaki asked as he plopped himself down right across from Kyoya. Greedy hands found themselves wrapped around a hot mug of tea and he cradled it as if it would disappear. As if this was some sort of elaborate dream.
Tamaki brought the warm mug up to his lips and drank carefully and again he was transported to another day and time. A place where they didn’t spend their lives separate from one another.
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Guest Wed Sep 17, 2014 11:59 pm
Kyoya laughed as Tamaki yelled at him, shaking his head and not bothering to answer that question. There was no point in trying to justify his actions. Though Tamaki was right, even though he called ridiculously early in the morning, it was something Kyoya would have usually allowed. It wasn’t that he didn’t miss his best friend, he just did better some days without thinking about how much he missed him.
He was beginning to get the feeling that he’d genuinely hurt Tamaki’s feelings by not keeping in touch as well as the blond expected him to. He figured Tamaki was busy with his own life. That telling him he couldn’t call every morning wouldn’t be a big deal. He supposed he’d forgotten how his best friend was, or maybe he thought his attention would be a little more taken by Haruhi. Kyoya wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter now. Tamaki was here and they would catch up.
The blond was drying his face and Kyoya took off his now soaked jeans. He’d wait until Tamaki went to change or shower to redress. The blond took off his own shirt and Kyoya nearly moved to adjust his glasses before remembering he couldn’t hide behind them anymore. So he looked to the ground as his mind brought up countless memories of the Ootori slyly checking out Tamaki while he undressed. Though he felt guilty every time, he felt especially guilty this time. Neither of them were single and he needed to get a grip.
Tamaki walked toward the bathroom and Kyoya looked up when he heard his name.
”I missed you too” He smiled warmly and shook his head, “Enjoy your shower.”
As soon as the blond dipped into the bathroom and Kyoya heard the door shut he looked at the time, just after twelve. He needed to call David.
He hit the speed dial and listened to the ringing, it hardly rang at all before a bubbly voice called out “You called me first?? The world must be ending!” Kyoya chuckled a bit “No no, the world is in tact, but I am going to have to cancel dinner plans tonight love.” He heard a laugh on the other line and closed his eyes, “Oh no you don’t! What did I say about growing moss?? I’m starting to think you love your homework more than me. We could spend the night in if you prefer?” Kyoya tsked, speaking with mock disappointment “Oh David, you know thats not true. My school work and I are just friends.” He chuckled and returned to a more serious tone, “No darling, it’s not that I don’t want to come out with you, but a friend decided to make a surprise visit from out of town.” ”Oh, well thats not a problem, I’ll just come over when they leave for their hotel tonight.”
Kyoya bit his lip a moment, “He’s not gonna stay in a hotel babe.” He hadn’t thought that part over yet, how his boyfriend might feel about another man staying at his place. The line was silent for an alarming amount of time before he heard an irritated voice show through. This was something that didn’t happen often. He and Dave didn’t fight. ”Uhhm… Why won't he… be staying in a hotel exactly?” Kyoya pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath.
“Because he’s been my best friend since middle school and for as long as I’ve known him he’s been like this. He wouldn’t even sleep in a different room when we were kids. Its just for the weekend Dave. Its not like we’ll be sleeping in the same bed.” That may have been a lie, but nothing was going to happen. He just needed his boyfriend at ease. He heard a sigh, still irritated, but he could tell the issue was going to be dropped. “Alright Kyoya. Tell him to give you more notice next time though. What kind of weirdo flies out with no notice and then won’t let you put him in a hotel? You owe me dinner.”
Kyoya nodded as if David could see him, “That I do babe. See you Monday.” He could tell he wasn’t happy about it, “Yeah, bye.” Kyoya said goodbye and clicked the phone shut, heaving a sigh, yeah. He was in the dog house.
He changed into all dry clothes, a soft black cotton t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats. House clothes, then he got some green tea brewing. He then smiled, deciding he’d do something for Tamaki, considering he flew all the way out.
He pulled a quilt out of the spare closet and a little space heater he’d gotten for a time when the central heat went out. He cleared off his coffee table and threw the quilt over, tucking the space heater under, facing in. He flipped it on and put the tea out on a tray in top of the quilt, sitting under his makeshift kotatsu while he waited for Tamaki. It actually made him miss home a bit.[/i]
He was beginning to get the feeling that he’d genuinely hurt Tamaki’s feelings by not keeping in touch as well as the blond expected him to. He figured Tamaki was busy with his own life. That telling him he couldn’t call every morning wouldn’t be a big deal. He supposed he’d forgotten how his best friend was, or maybe he thought his attention would be a little more taken by Haruhi. Kyoya wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter now. Tamaki was here and they would catch up.
The blond was drying his face and Kyoya took off his now soaked jeans. He’d wait until Tamaki went to change or shower to redress. The blond took off his own shirt and Kyoya nearly moved to adjust his glasses before remembering he couldn’t hide behind them anymore. So he looked to the ground as his mind brought up countless memories of the Ootori slyly checking out Tamaki while he undressed. Though he felt guilty every time, he felt especially guilty this time. Neither of them were single and he needed to get a grip.
Tamaki walked toward the bathroom and Kyoya looked up when he heard his name.
”I missed you too” He smiled warmly and shook his head, “Enjoy your shower.”
As soon as the blond dipped into the bathroom and Kyoya heard the door shut he looked at the time, just after twelve. He needed to call David.
He hit the speed dial and listened to the ringing, it hardly rang at all before a bubbly voice called out “You called me first?? The world must be ending!” Kyoya chuckled a bit “No no, the world is in tact, but I am going to have to cancel dinner plans tonight love.” He heard a laugh on the other line and closed his eyes, “Oh no you don’t! What did I say about growing moss?? I’m starting to think you love your homework more than me. We could spend the night in if you prefer?” Kyoya tsked, speaking with mock disappointment “Oh David, you know thats not true. My school work and I are just friends.” He chuckled and returned to a more serious tone, “No darling, it’s not that I don’t want to come out with you, but a friend decided to make a surprise visit from out of town.” ”Oh, well thats not a problem, I’ll just come over when they leave for their hotel tonight.”
Kyoya bit his lip a moment, “He’s not gonna stay in a hotel babe.” He hadn’t thought that part over yet, how his boyfriend might feel about another man staying at his place. The line was silent for an alarming amount of time before he heard an irritated voice show through. This was something that didn’t happen often. He and Dave didn’t fight. ”Uhhm… Why won't he… be staying in a hotel exactly?” Kyoya pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath.
“Because he’s been my best friend since middle school and for as long as I’ve known him he’s been like this. He wouldn’t even sleep in a different room when we were kids. Its just for the weekend Dave. Its not like we’ll be sleeping in the same bed.” That may have been a lie, but nothing was going to happen. He just needed his boyfriend at ease. He heard a sigh, still irritated, but he could tell the issue was going to be dropped. “Alright Kyoya. Tell him to give you more notice next time though. What kind of weirdo flies out with no notice and then won’t let you put him in a hotel? You owe me dinner.”
Kyoya nodded as if David could see him, “That I do babe. See you Monday.” He could tell he wasn’t happy about it, “Yeah, bye.” Kyoya said goodbye and clicked the phone shut, heaving a sigh, yeah. He was in the dog house.
He changed into all dry clothes, a soft black cotton t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats. House clothes, then he got some green tea brewing. He then smiled, deciding he’d do something for Tamaki, considering he flew all the way out.
He pulled a quilt out of the spare closet and a little space heater he’d gotten for a time when the central heat went out. He cleared off his coffee table and threw the quilt over, tucking the space heater under, facing in. He flipped it on and put the tea out on a tray in top of the quilt, sitting under his makeshift kotatsu while he waited for Tamaki. It actually made him miss home a bit.[/i]
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Salem Parris Wed Sep 17, 2014 8:49 pm
After waving the pilots away and following Kyoya back into his apartment, Tamaki couldn’t help it when Kyoya mentioned he didn’t sit by his computer all day.
“THEN WHAT’S THE POINT IN EVEN HAVING A COMPUTER!!!!”
Tamaki flailed his wet and dripping arms around as he held onto the equally wet jacket that Kyoya generously offered to the blond. The gesture took Tamaki by surprise but it was a good surprise—something he wasn’t expecting in the least.
“It’s the only way I can get in touch with you! You won't even let me call!” The blond pouted. Tamaki felt the emails were like his lifeline to Kyoya’s world. He called….and called…and called. But after a while, that same uneasy feeling crept into Tamaki’s chest, making him feel unwelcome and so he resisted the urge to constantly have his finger on the redial button.
Tamaki smiled though, despite everything he was finally here and with Kyoya. His best friend looked different, in a good and bad way. Maybe it was because they were both older and their lives had changed so much? Kyoya always seemed a bit mature for his age but this was a little different.
While Kyoya left to grab a towel for the blond, Tamaki explored around the apartment with just his eyes. Things didn’t look to different from that small party Kyoya threw when he first moved in. Maybe a piece of furniture was misplaced from that first night or pillows might have changed but nothing too unnoticeable. Tamaki hadn’t been here enough anyway to really notice. The thought kind of made him sad, to think so much time had gone by and they’d never made an effort to see one another. It was very easy to come out and see his best friend—why was it so hard for Kyoya to do the same thi—
The soft towel covered the blond’s head and Tamaki felt strong fingers, gently rubbing down his wet hair, trying to dry him off.
“Take some clothes and get into something dry. We’ll shop for some proper clothes tomorrow…”
Kyoya said and Tamaki smiled, nodding his head as he took over Kyoya’s job and held onto the ends of the towel, peering at the ravenette. He felt a rush of warmth spread over his cheeks as Kyoya shed his wet shirt off and Tamaki soon busied himself with rubbing his face, desperately trying to rub images from the past from his mind’s eye. The two of them. In a dark mansion room. There was tea. And a kiss..
“If you need a shower the bathroom is over there…”
“Oh—right.” Tamaki smiled as he followed Kyoya’s direction and nodded toward the bathroom.
This was silly. He had no reason to feel embarrassed and it was probably that feeling of intrusion Tamaki had been battling for the past several months. He couldn’t even count the number of times he’d disrobed in front of Kyoya and vice versa. After all, they’d practically lived together all through High School. Tamaki couldn’t stand staying in that lonely mansion by himself and he had a feeling, as much as Kyoya complained, that the Ootori actually enjoyed those days when they’d spend endless hours together.
So, in the spirit of things, Tamaki followed Kyoya’s advice and quickly unbuttoned his wet shirt and tossed it with Kyoya’s.
The rain outside began to strengthen and a low rumble of thunder followed as Tamaki walked toward the bathroom. A slight pang of guilt washed over him and he had the strong urge to call Haruhi—to let her know he was okay and of his sudden plans. He was sure she’d be okay with it but the thunder reminded him of her and his neglect to let her in on his plans. They were so sudden anyway! So he’d call after his shower and tell her the great news—of his visit with his best friend.
“And Kyoya,” Tamaki turned and walked backwards toward the bathroom. He was smiling brightly and still fluffing his blond hair to dry them off before hopping into a nice warm shower.
“I missed you too.”
“THEN WHAT’S THE POINT IN EVEN HAVING A COMPUTER!!!!”
Tamaki flailed his wet and dripping arms around as he held onto the equally wet jacket that Kyoya generously offered to the blond. The gesture took Tamaki by surprise but it was a good surprise—something he wasn’t expecting in the least.
“It’s the only way I can get in touch with you! You won't even let me call!” The blond pouted. Tamaki felt the emails were like his lifeline to Kyoya’s world. He called….and called…and called. But after a while, that same uneasy feeling crept into Tamaki’s chest, making him feel unwelcome and so he resisted the urge to constantly have his finger on the redial button.
Tamaki smiled though, despite everything he was finally here and with Kyoya. His best friend looked different, in a good and bad way. Maybe it was because they were both older and their lives had changed so much? Kyoya always seemed a bit mature for his age but this was a little different.
While Kyoya left to grab a towel for the blond, Tamaki explored around the apartment with just his eyes. Things didn’t look to different from that small party Kyoya threw when he first moved in. Maybe a piece of furniture was misplaced from that first night or pillows might have changed but nothing too unnoticeable. Tamaki hadn’t been here enough anyway to really notice. The thought kind of made him sad, to think so much time had gone by and they’d never made an effort to see one another. It was very easy to come out and see his best friend—why was it so hard for Kyoya to do the same thi—
The soft towel covered the blond’s head and Tamaki felt strong fingers, gently rubbing down his wet hair, trying to dry him off.
“Take some clothes and get into something dry. We’ll shop for some proper clothes tomorrow…”
Kyoya said and Tamaki smiled, nodding his head as he took over Kyoya’s job and held onto the ends of the towel, peering at the ravenette. He felt a rush of warmth spread over his cheeks as Kyoya shed his wet shirt off and Tamaki soon busied himself with rubbing his face, desperately trying to rub images from the past from his mind’s eye. The two of them. In a dark mansion room. There was tea. And a kiss..
“If you need a shower the bathroom is over there…”
“Oh—right.” Tamaki smiled as he followed Kyoya’s direction and nodded toward the bathroom.
This was silly. He had no reason to feel embarrassed and it was probably that feeling of intrusion Tamaki had been battling for the past several months. He couldn’t even count the number of times he’d disrobed in front of Kyoya and vice versa. After all, they’d practically lived together all through High School. Tamaki couldn’t stand staying in that lonely mansion by himself and he had a feeling, as much as Kyoya complained, that the Ootori actually enjoyed those days when they’d spend endless hours together.
So, in the spirit of things, Tamaki followed Kyoya’s advice and quickly unbuttoned his wet shirt and tossed it with Kyoya’s.
The rain outside began to strengthen and a low rumble of thunder followed as Tamaki walked toward the bathroom. A slight pang of guilt washed over him and he had the strong urge to call Haruhi—to let her know he was okay and of his sudden plans. He was sure she’d be okay with it but the thunder reminded him of her and his neglect to let her in on his plans. They were so sudden anyway! So he’d call after his shower and tell her the great news—of his visit with his best friend.
“And Kyoya,” Tamaki turned and walked backwards toward the bathroom. He was smiling brightly and still fluffing his blond hair to dry them off before hopping into a nice warm shower.
“I missed you too.”
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Guest Wed Sep 17, 2014 4:17 am
Kyoya watched his best friend launch out of the door and it took everything not to keep running to meet him, but he braced for impact. He knew Tamaki wasn’t going to slow down one bit. Tamaki hit him and their wet torsos thudded together, Kyoya’s arms were around his best friend without a second thought. The nuzzling and warmth made him smile, a familiar comfort seeping through him. He tried not to show that he was reluctant to let go when Tamaki finally did pull back.
Kyoya looked over the sopping blond and shook his black hair out of his eyes, “Of course I missed you Tamaki. Though you didn’t give me much of a chance with your incessant calls and emails.” Kyoya joked, quickly ripping his jacket off and throwing it over Tamaki’s shoulders. He tugged the hood up and shook his head, “You didn’t even bring a jacket? You’re going to get sick.”
Kyoya scolded him as he waved to the pilots, walking towards the door back inside. But of course Tamaki’s smile didn’t falter for even a moment. Kyoya had missed his best friend’s undeterrable charm and happiness.
“I know this may be hard for you to believe, but I don’t sit by my laptop waiting for your emails.” Kyoya rolled his eyes and led Tamaki to the door into the living area. “More than two hours notice would be great.” But now that Tamaki was here, Kyoya was minding less and less. He turned and noticed Tamaki was dripping and shivering a bit.
Whether it was nerves or not Kyoya didn’t know, but he motioned for Tamaki to stay where he was. “Try not to drip on everything, I’ll be right back.” Kyoya flipped on the fireplace before heading to the bathroom. True to his word he came back with a towel for Tamaki and he was already drying his hair.
He pointed to his dresser, “Take some clothes and get into something dry. We’ll shop for some proper clothes tomorrow…” Kyoya took his shirt off and threw it into the laundry, wanting the cold fabric off his skin. “If you need a shower the bathroom is over there…”
Kyoya was being awkward, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t sure what to do. So in an attempt to salvage what was supposed to be a welcome he went and took the sopping jacket from Tamaki’s shoulders. “I did miss you Tamaki. I’m glad you’re here.”
Kyoya looked over the sopping blond and shook his black hair out of his eyes, “Of course I missed you Tamaki. Though you didn’t give me much of a chance with your incessant calls and emails.” Kyoya joked, quickly ripping his jacket off and throwing it over Tamaki’s shoulders. He tugged the hood up and shook his head, “You didn’t even bring a jacket? You’re going to get sick.”
Kyoya scolded him as he waved to the pilots, walking towards the door back inside. But of course Tamaki’s smile didn’t falter for even a moment. Kyoya had missed his best friend’s undeterrable charm and happiness.
“I know this may be hard for you to believe, but I don’t sit by my laptop waiting for your emails.” Kyoya rolled his eyes and led Tamaki to the door into the living area. “More than two hours notice would be great.” But now that Tamaki was here, Kyoya was minding less and less. He turned and noticed Tamaki was dripping and shivering a bit.
Whether it was nerves or not Kyoya didn’t know, but he motioned for Tamaki to stay where he was. “Try not to drip on everything, I’ll be right back.” Kyoya flipped on the fireplace before heading to the bathroom. True to his word he came back with a towel for Tamaki and he was already drying his hair.
He pointed to his dresser, “Take some clothes and get into something dry. We’ll shop for some proper clothes tomorrow…” Kyoya took his shirt off and threw it into the laundry, wanting the cold fabric off his skin. “If you need a shower the bathroom is over there…”
Kyoya was being awkward, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t sure what to do. So in an attempt to salvage what was supposed to be a welcome he went and took the sopping jacket from Tamaki’s shoulders. “I did miss you Tamaki. I’m glad you’re here.”
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Salem Parris Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:26 am
Standing proudly in the doorway of the helicopter, Tamaki watched as the top of the roof approached closer and closer. But before they landed, the blond’s heart jumped again when he noticed the figure standing on the roof top, wind-breaker flapping in the wind.
“KYOYAAAAHHH!!!”
Tamaki yelled, about ready to launch himself out of the helicopter and it took one of the pilots to restrain him. For a moment they wrestled until the helicopter finally landed safely on the roof top platform. Finally the pilot let the blond go and Tamaki jumped out of the helicopter without a second thought.
Without bothering to bring any luggage and certainly not predicting the rain, Tamaki was thoroughly soaked by the time he collided with his best friend.
“Mon ami!!” Tamaki cried out while his arms wrapped around Kyoya tightly and the blond didn’t even bother to mind himself as he came crashing into the Ootori. There was no point in doing so anyway. Tamaki was much too excited and it had been so long. For the longest time, his arms stayed locked around Kyoya’s neck with their cheeks pressed tightly together while the blond nuzzled him.
Though eventually, Tamaki let Kyoya go to give the Ootori some breathing room while the rain continued to pelt their faces, turning Tamaki’s blond hair into a mass of brown on his head.
“Heh, did you miss me?” Tamaki asked, giving Kyoya the biggest smile in the world. Or so he imagined. He didn’t stopped smiling since earlier that morning when he decided he was going to visit.
Tamaki was completely thrilled and delighted to be here, he couldn’t do anything else but smile. Though he had to admit, now that he was on the ground, he felt a bit out of place here. Like he was intruding and that was an odd feeling even for Tamaki. Especially where Kyoya was concerned.
There was something off though, about Kyoya, but Tamaki couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was all of the adrenaline wearing off now that he was finally here. It could be just that, so he shrugged it off without a second thought.
“Did you get my email? You knew I was coming, right?” As if this surprise trip had been planned and scheduled for weeks now.
“KYOYAAAAHHH!!!”
Tamaki yelled, about ready to launch himself out of the helicopter and it took one of the pilots to restrain him. For a moment they wrestled until the helicopter finally landed safely on the roof top platform. Finally the pilot let the blond go and Tamaki jumped out of the helicopter without a second thought.
Without bothering to bring any luggage and certainly not predicting the rain, Tamaki was thoroughly soaked by the time he collided with his best friend.
“Mon ami!!” Tamaki cried out while his arms wrapped around Kyoya tightly and the blond didn’t even bother to mind himself as he came crashing into the Ootori. There was no point in doing so anyway. Tamaki was much too excited and it had been so long. For the longest time, his arms stayed locked around Kyoya’s neck with their cheeks pressed tightly together while the blond nuzzled him.
Though eventually, Tamaki let Kyoya go to give the Ootori some breathing room while the rain continued to pelt their faces, turning Tamaki’s blond hair into a mass of brown on his head.
“Heh, did you miss me?” Tamaki asked, giving Kyoya the biggest smile in the world. Or so he imagined. He didn’t stopped smiling since earlier that morning when he decided he was going to visit.
Tamaki was completely thrilled and delighted to be here, he couldn’t do anything else but smile. Though he had to admit, now that he was on the ground, he felt a bit out of place here. Like he was intruding and that was an odd feeling even for Tamaki. Especially where Kyoya was concerned.
There was something off though, about Kyoya, but Tamaki couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was all of the adrenaline wearing off now that he was finally here. It could be just that, so he shrugged it off without a second thought.
“Did you get my email? You knew I was coming, right?” As if this surprise trip had been planned and scheduled for weeks now.
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Guest Wed Sep 17, 2014 2:50 am
Kyoya cursed under his breath, slipping between languages as he heard the exclamation. He grabbed his rain jacket and threw it on, just in time to watch the helicopter skirt the house. He heard his name yelled, as if Tamaki was trying to call to him through the windows and his heart fluttered. “You idiot, land already.” With that he began making his way to the roof.
At first he was just walking quickly, but when Kyoya heard those nicknames… Ones he’d nearly forgotten he held dearly, followed by a promise… A promise he didn’t know the implications of, he snapped the phone shut and ran. He wasn’t one to be emotional, but hearing Tamaki say he was “home” brought so much up to the surface. They had practically lived with one another through high school. Kyoya’s home was Tamaki’s and so forth.
But when Tamaki got the girl of his dreams, his true high school love, that all changed. He didn’t come over as much, haruhi was over as much as Tamaki could convince her to be... And when they moved to different states in America, Kyoya figured the time to enjoy his best friend’s regular company was over. Unfortunately, up to this point he’d been right.
He burst out onto the roof, neglecting to zip up his coat or throw his hood on, making the jacket all but useless as he shielded his eyes from the virtual hurricane the helicopter was kicking up on his roof.
He just wanted Tamaki on the ground so he could hug him. It was an indescribable feeling. He was happy and angry at the same time. He needed more time to prepare. More time to put his emotions away. But he promised himself one thing, he wouldn’t… He couldn’t tell Tamaki that he still thought about those nights. No matter how drunk or tired or desperate Kyoya got, he wouldn’t deprive Tamaki of Haruhi. She was what he’d wanted since the moment he met her. She was what he needed and deserved. And Tamaki didn’t think about it. He’d never brought it up again after dinner that night. Life kept going on like nothing had happened… And Kyoya had to let it.
The next year, Tamaki finally asked Haruhi to be his girlfriend. And Kyoya was a wreck for a week. A whole week. Because before there’d been hope, hope that Tamaki would make a move. But when he realized he’d never really been what Tamaki wanted he quickly built a wall. He had to, to listen to it all. It’d been more than a year since then and two years since those two nights… Tamaki had probably forgotten all about it and Kyoya had tried desperately to do the same. Until now he thought he had.
Kyoya felt his contacts start to sting the way he did when he began to get too emotional. So he put his silent promise away and prepared to greet his best friend, no matter how irritating the blond was, the thought of him flying out on a whim made Kyoya smile.
He couldn’t see Tamaki’s face through the fogged glass, but he could feel his mile-wide smile already. His mood lifted and his entire chest got warm, Tamaki wasn’t someone that would ever fade out of his life. Not a single memory, no matter how hard he tried.
“Moron.”
At first he was just walking quickly, but when Kyoya heard those nicknames… Ones he’d nearly forgotten he held dearly, followed by a promise… A promise he didn’t know the implications of, he snapped the phone shut and ran. He wasn’t one to be emotional, but hearing Tamaki say he was “home” brought so much up to the surface. They had practically lived with one another through high school. Kyoya’s home was Tamaki’s and so forth.
But when Tamaki got the girl of his dreams, his true high school love, that all changed. He didn’t come over as much, haruhi was over as much as Tamaki could convince her to be... And when they moved to different states in America, Kyoya figured the time to enjoy his best friend’s regular company was over. Unfortunately, up to this point he’d been right.
He burst out onto the roof, neglecting to zip up his coat or throw his hood on, making the jacket all but useless as he shielded his eyes from the virtual hurricane the helicopter was kicking up on his roof.
He just wanted Tamaki on the ground so he could hug him. It was an indescribable feeling. He was happy and angry at the same time. He needed more time to prepare. More time to put his emotions away. But he promised himself one thing, he wouldn’t… He couldn’t tell Tamaki that he still thought about those nights. No matter how drunk or tired or desperate Kyoya got, he wouldn’t deprive Tamaki of Haruhi. She was what he’d wanted since the moment he met her. She was what he needed and deserved. And Tamaki didn’t think about it. He’d never brought it up again after dinner that night. Life kept going on like nothing had happened… And Kyoya had to let it.
The next year, Tamaki finally asked Haruhi to be his girlfriend. And Kyoya was a wreck for a week. A whole week. Because before there’d been hope, hope that Tamaki would make a move. But when he realized he’d never really been what Tamaki wanted he quickly built a wall. He had to, to listen to it all. It’d been more than a year since then and two years since those two nights… Tamaki had probably forgotten all about it and Kyoya had tried desperately to do the same. Until now he thought he had.
Kyoya felt his contacts start to sting the way he did when he began to get too emotional. So he put his silent promise away and prepared to greet his best friend, no matter how irritating the blond was, the thought of him flying out on a whim made Kyoya smile.
He couldn’t see Tamaki’s face through the fogged glass, but he could feel his mile-wide smile already. His mood lifted and his entire chest got warm, Tamaki wasn’t someone that would ever fade out of his life. Not a single memory, no matter how hard he tried.
“Moron.”
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Salem Parris Wed Sep 17, 2014 1:14 am
“I’M HERE!!!”
The helicopter seemed to pivot around the side of the building on its nose as it skirted the large structure.
Tamaki pressed himself against the window, waving frantically with the cellphone glued to his ear as he looked into the Studio apartment’s floor-to-ceiling windows.
“KYOYAA!!!”
He shouted in an attempted to be heard through the walls and windows and the dangerously small space between the building and air-craft, completely ignoring the cellphone he held.
This was it.
He was here and even now as he watched his best friend from here, his heart leapt into his throat and he felt a warmth spread that he had all but forgotten. Now he was thoroughly convinced that this visit was the right thing to do and he knew things would be alright again. Nothing had changed and they’d continue on as they were before.
“To the roof, boys!” He announced, wanting desperately to land and find his best friend. There weren’t enough words in any language that could describe the happiness and relief he felt right in this moment.
“DADDY’S HOME, MOMMY—I promise!” He added before hanging up the phone. Soon, the helicopter moved from the side of the building and floated up and away. Toward the roof.
A million thoughts were racing through his head and he wasn’t entirely sure what he would say to Kyoya. Maybe the truth. Maybe he’d scold him for keeping him away for so long and never planning any visits to come and see the blond. Maybe he would forget about all of that and use this as a fresh start—a fresh start to pick-up where they’d left off.
But the moment the top of the building came into view, all of those thoughts seemed to vanish and the overwhelming need to just be on the ground with his best friend grabbed onto him again.
Anxiously, he watched outside of the window, wondering if Kyoya would come up to meet him. But damn-it, the window was covered in rain and Tamaki’s excited panting kept fogging up the windows and it was making it hard for the blond to see anything.
Tamaki quickly unhooked himself from his seat and sprang up to the side door. Before long and against the pilots’ better judgment, Tamaki opened the window and peered down onto the roof. No Kyoya yet, but Tamaki was determined to watch for him while the helicopter hovered over the top of the building and started to slowly descend with its impetuous cargo.
The helicopter seemed to pivot around the side of the building on its nose as it skirted the large structure.
Tamaki pressed himself against the window, waving frantically with the cellphone glued to his ear as he looked into the Studio apartment’s floor-to-ceiling windows.
“KYOYAA!!!”
He shouted in an attempted to be heard through the walls and windows and the dangerously small space between the building and air-craft, completely ignoring the cellphone he held.
This was it.
He was here and even now as he watched his best friend from here, his heart leapt into his throat and he felt a warmth spread that he had all but forgotten. Now he was thoroughly convinced that this visit was the right thing to do and he knew things would be alright again. Nothing had changed and they’d continue on as they were before.
“To the roof, boys!” He announced, wanting desperately to land and find his best friend. There weren’t enough words in any language that could describe the happiness and relief he felt right in this moment.
“DADDY’S HOME, MOMMY—I promise!” He added before hanging up the phone. Soon, the helicopter moved from the side of the building and floated up and away. Toward the roof.
A million thoughts were racing through his head and he wasn’t entirely sure what he would say to Kyoya. Maybe the truth. Maybe he’d scold him for keeping him away for so long and never planning any visits to come and see the blond. Maybe he would forget about all of that and use this as a fresh start—a fresh start to pick-up where they’d left off.
But the moment the top of the building came into view, all of those thoughts seemed to vanish and the overwhelming need to just be on the ground with his best friend grabbed onto him again.
Anxiously, he watched outside of the window, wondering if Kyoya would come up to meet him. But damn-it, the window was covered in rain and Tamaki’s excited panting kept fogging up the windows and it was making it hard for the blond to see anything.
Tamaki quickly unhooked himself from his seat and sprang up to the side door. Before long and against the pilots’ better judgment, Tamaki opened the window and peered down onto the roof. No Kyoya yet, but Tamaki was determined to watch for him while the helicopter hovered over the top of the building and started to slowly descend with its impetuous cargo.
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Guest Tue Sep 16, 2014 8:29 pm
Kyoya jerked the phone away from his ear, apparently it had been too long. He was no longer used to his best friends sudden outbursts. That thought stung a bit, but he sighed deeply and brought the phone back to him, "I'm 4432, North 26th street, New York, New York." He figured the blond just wanted to send another of his "care packages". He'd gotten the idea from Haruhi's father and occasionally Kyoya would get a box full of Tamaki's favorite commoner findings.
"It amazes me that you can't remember my address, I've only given it to you a mill-" It was just then that Kyoya heard the humming in the background. It was faint, but he'd heard the sound so many times there was no mistaking it. The Ootori closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath, managing to keep his voice flat. "Tamaki... Where are you right now?"
As if on cue Kyoya heard a helicopter off in the distance, but there was still hope! This was New York after all, that could be anyone. Never the less, the Ootori put his contacts in and tapped his laptop to life. Sure enough he had an email. He put two fingers to his temple and looked out the windows. There was no hope, he could feel it, Tamaki was in that helicopter.
David was gonna kill him, but Kyoya found himself caring so little about that, it hardly crossed his mind. All he could think of was Tamaki. Tamaki hasn't visited since Kyoya's housewarming party. And now that the ravenette knew he was coming, there were butterflies in his stomach. There shouldn't have been but there was, and Kyoya was panicking.
He'd shoved back all the weird feelings. He was over Tamaki, those couple of days hadn't happened. He had David. All this was was his best friend coming to see him. His best friend. All the nervousness was just because he hadn't seen Tamaki in a while. It was normal. And once Kyoya convinced himself of that, he started feeling a little less sick. It was just Tamaki after all.
He mocked annoyance, sighing again. "Haruhi is away?" if Haruhi was there she wouldn't have let him come so suddenly. She would have at least made him call ahead. So she must have gone to visit Japan.
"It amazes me that you can't remember my address, I've only given it to you a mill-" It was just then that Kyoya heard the humming in the background. It was faint, but he'd heard the sound so many times there was no mistaking it. The Ootori closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath, managing to keep his voice flat. "Tamaki... Where are you right now?"
As if on cue Kyoya heard a helicopter off in the distance, but there was still hope! This was New York after all, that could be anyone. Never the less, the Ootori put his contacts in and tapped his laptop to life. Sure enough he had an email. He put two fingers to his temple and looked out the windows. There was no hope, he could feel it, Tamaki was in that helicopter.
David was gonna kill him, but Kyoya found himself caring so little about that, it hardly crossed his mind. All he could think of was Tamaki. Tamaki hasn't visited since Kyoya's housewarming party. And now that the ravenette knew he was coming, there were butterflies in his stomach. There shouldn't have been but there was, and Kyoya was panicking.
He'd shoved back all the weird feelings. He was over Tamaki, those couple of days hadn't happened. He had David. All this was was his best friend coming to see him. His best friend. All the nervousness was just because he hadn't seen Tamaki in a while. It was normal. And once Kyoya convinced himself of that, he started feeling a little less sick. It was just Tamaki after all.
He mocked annoyance, sighing again. "Haruhi is away?" if Haruhi was there she wouldn't have let him come so suddenly. She would have at least made him call ahead. So she must have gone to visit Japan.
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Salem Parris Tue Sep 16, 2014 6:46 pm
The flight didn’t take very long, even though back in Japan, the car ride was nothing and Tamaki would have already been nestled in Kyoya’s room, safe and sound.
And the ringing in Tamaki’s ear seemed to take forever and each time made his heart seem to ache. He was partly unsure if Kyoya would even answer. It was damn well early enough but even so. Maybe this time apart made Tamaki doubt the steadfastness of their friendship. He knew Kyoya cared but he also knew how his best friend operated. When things became busy, the Ootori boy would sink himself right into it, blocking out the rest of the world until it was complete. And not being a constant distraction, Tamaki worried about the things Kyoya was doing—not staying social and taking a break once in a while.
Maybe Kyoya wasn’t taking breaks. What if he was too busy and wasn’t going to answ—
A rush of adrenaline shot through Tamaki the moment he heard Kyoya’s voice break through his thoughts. It had been so long, it seemed to Tamaki—too long maybe, since he’d heard Kyoya’s voice. That, coupled with his sudden decision to visit his best friend caused Tamaki to practically bubble over with excitement.
“KYOYA! WHERE IS YOUR APARTMENT?” He cried out while plugging his unoccupied ear with his index finger, though this luxury air craft made barely any sound within the passenger seats.
Tamaki was practically pressing himself against the window now, watching the large city beneath him, covered in the thin silvery sheet of rain as he desperately tried hunting for Kyoya’s apartment from the cloudy sky. He was hoping Kyoya had already read his email and was already standing outside waiting for him to arrive.
“I can’t find it!” Tamaki added, still trying to hunt for the place in the rainy sky. He’d been to Kyoya’s apartment before but that was a long time ago, when he first moved to New York. He also wasn’t constantly coming over either like he used to back when they were in High School. So he couldn’t very well remember.
Tamaki quickly decided to remedy that and hoped he could convince his best friend to let him come out and visit him more regularly. It seemed only fair, after all.
And the ringing in Tamaki’s ear seemed to take forever and each time made his heart seem to ache. He was partly unsure if Kyoya would even answer. It was damn well early enough but even so. Maybe this time apart made Tamaki doubt the steadfastness of their friendship. He knew Kyoya cared but he also knew how his best friend operated. When things became busy, the Ootori boy would sink himself right into it, blocking out the rest of the world until it was complete. And not being a constant distraction, Tamaki worried about the things Kyoya was doing—not staying social and taking a break once in a while.
Maybe Kyoya wasn’t taking breaks. What if he was too busy and wasn’t going to answ—
A rush of adrenaline shot through Tamaki the moment he heard Kyoya’s voice break through his thoughts. It had been so long, it seemed to Tamaki—too long maybe, since he’d heard Kyoya’s voice. That, coupled with his sudden decision to visit his best friend caused Tamaki to practically bubble over with excitement.
“KYOYA! WHERE IS YOUR APARTMENT?” He cried out while plugging his unoccupied ear with his index finger, though this luxury air craft made barely any sound within the passenger seats.
Tamaki was practically pressing himself against the window now, watching the large city beneath him, covered in the thin silvery sheet of rain as he desperately tried hunting for Kyoya’s apartment from the cloudy sky. He was hoping Kyoya had already read his email and was already standing outside waiting for him to arrive.
“I can’t find it!” Tamaki added, still trying to hunt for the place in the rainy sky. He’d been to Kyoya’s apartment before but that was a long time ago, when he first moved to New York. He also wasn’t constantly coming over either like he used to back when they were in High School. So he couldn’t very well remember.
Tamaki quickly decided to remedy that and hoped he could convince his best friend to let him come out and visit him more regularly. It seemed only fair, after all.
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Re: Just a Second Chance
by Guest Tue Sep 16, 2014 3:31 am
Kyoya took in a deep breath and opened his eyes, it was 8 A.M. sharp and a small smile crossed his sleepy face. No annoying alarm broke the sound of the morning rain, not even one. He’d done it. This was the second week in a row. He finally had a normal sleep schedule, and he wasn’t horribly grumpy (as long as no one bothered him too much in the first hour or so). It was a Friday, and he didn’t have class on Fridays. Not this term. So no one and nothing would be bothering him, until David came over at four, like he always did, to make sure the Ootori was still alive and well.
He smiled at the thought and reached for his green tea, but hesitated and pushed it aside slightly, grabbing the instant coffee behind it. He was craving a bit of nostalgia, and that was exactly what this gave him. He turned on his electric kettle and put some of the granules in his cup, walking over to the wall of windows while he waited, watching the rain over the city.
His home was nothing short of spectacular. It was a studio penthouse, floor to ceiling windows with a gorgeous view. It was small, about 500 square feet, but it was more than he needed. He was practical, but he knew there was no reason to live in something less impressive. He was well within his means after all.
The click of the kettle turning off rang through the air and he snapped from his floating thoughts. As soon as he poured the water and the smell of coffee wafted around the room he ran up against a wall of emotion he didn’t let himself feel very often. Nostalgia was dangerous. Forward was the only option, and thinking back wasn’t something that was at all helpful. Thinking of “happier” days didn’t help him now. Kyoya hadn’t checked his personal email in a week. Since David came into his life two months before, he’d only been checking it weekly... He often didn’t have the heart to reply to Tamaki’s emails, though he carefully read every single one.
He took a sip of the bitter coffee, cringing when he realized it was too hot and there was no creamer in it. He sighed and opened the fridge, pouring in some cream unceremoniously. He of course had to answer Tamaki’s calls… Or the blond would show up at his door and that would stick a finger into a freshly healed wound. His mind recoiled from the thought. He hadn’t thought like that since he started school.
Shit… Dinner. David had told Kyoya to call when he woke up, but he couldn’t bring himself to just yet. Not while he was in such an odd mood. Especially knowing his boyfriend would try desperately to drag him out to brunch or some such thing.
The cup was half gone and Kyoya sighed, he couldn’t drink any more. For fear his body wouldn’t appreciate the change from his gentler morning tea. His jumpy thoughts this morning were bad enough, he didn’t need a temperamental stomach. But he couldn’t pull his mind away from the club. Kyoya did miss his other friends, but they all contacted him regularly by email as well. He couldn’t help but smile again at that. They all knew he was the introvert of the group, so they all took care to contact him. Even Mori sent him something now and again.
*DING*
Kyoya sighed, it was 8:15 and David was already texting.
“I know you’re up! Don’t forget dinner tonight.”
He laughed a bit, but just as he was about to toss his phone it dinged again.
“I mean it. No more rain checks~ You’re going to start growing moss on you if you stay in your apartment all day. Be there at five to pick you up, don’t dress so nicely this time. Its not like I made reservations.”
Kyoya huffed and shot a text back, “Mmhmm, last time you said that you still complained about my outfit. Get here early and you can dress me. I’ll see you at five.”
He chucked his phone onto the bed and began to get ready for the day. He took a long shower and got dressed casually, as instructed, and shot a look at the clock. It was already eleven and he hadn’t even put his contacts in yet. College had relaxed him. Being lazy was a wonderful thing now and again, though it was something he still felt odd about sometimes. Oh well, he supposed he’d watch something… Maybe proofread someone’s paper. He walked to his laptop and pulled the chair out, but stopped short of sitting.
His phone was ringing out and the familiar ringtone stopped him in his tracks… as it did every single time. The tapping of rain on glass seemed to get louder, ringing in his head a moment, mixing with the familiar melody. Why did this still happen??
He turned and took a deep breath before flipping the phone open. “Tamaki?”
He smiled at the thought and reached for his green tea, but hesitated and pushed it aside slightly, grabbing the instant coffee behind it. He was craving a bit of nostalgia, and that was exactly what this gave him. He turned on his electric kettle and put some of the granules in his cup, walking over to the wall of windows while he waited, watching the rain over the city.
His home was nothing short of spectacular. It was a studio penthouse, floor to ceiling windows with a gorgeous view. It was small, about 500 square feet, but it was more than he needed. He was practical, but he knew there was no reason to live in something less impressive. He was well within his means after all.
The click of the kettle turning off rang through the air and he snapped from his floating thoughts. As soon as he poured the water and the smell of coffee wafted around the room he ran up against a wall of emotion he didn’t let himself feel very often. Nostalgia was dangerous. Forward was the only option, and thinking back wasn’t something that was at all helpful. Thinking of “happier” days didn’t help him now. Kyoya hadn’t checked his personal email in a week. Since David came into his life two months before, he’d only been checking it weekly... He often didn’t have the heart to reply to Tamaki’s emails, though he carefully read every single one.
He took a sip of the bitter coffee, cringing when he realized it was too hot and there was no creamer in it. He sighed and opened the fridge, pouring in some cream unceremoniously. He of course had to answer Tamaki’s calls… Or the blond would show up at his door and that would stick a finger into a freshly healed wound. His mind recoiled from the thought. He hadn’t thought like that since he started school.
Shit… Dinner. David had told Kyoya to call when he woke up, but he couldn’t bring himself to just yet. Not while he was in such an odd mood. Especially knowing his boyfriend would try desperately to drag him out to brunch or some such thing.
The cup was half gone and Kyoya sighed, he couldn’t drink any more. For fear his body wouldn’t appreciate the change from his gentler morning tea. His jumpy thoughts this morning were bad enough, he didn’t need a temperamental stomach. But he couldn’t pull his mind away from the club. Kyoya did miss his other friends, but they all contacted him regularly by email as well. He couldn’t help but smile again at that. They all knew he was the introvert of the group, so they all took care to contact him. Even Mori sent him something now and again.
*DING*
Kyoya sighed, it was 8:15 and David was already texting.
“I know you’re up! Don’t forget dinner tonight.”
He laughed a bit, but just as he was about to toss his phone it dinged again.
“I mean it. No more rain checks~ You’re going to start growing moss on you if you stay in your apartment all day. Be there at five to pick you up, don’t dress so nicely this time. Its not like I made reservations.”
Kyoya huffed and shot a text back, “Mmhmm, last time you said that you still complained about my outfit. Get here early and you can dress me. I’ll see you at five.”
He chucked his phone onto the bed and began to get ready for the day. He took a long shower and got dressed casually, as instructed, and shot a look at the clock. It was already eleven and he hadn’t even put his contacts in yet. College had relaxed him. Being lazy was a wonderful thing now and again, though it was something he still felt odd about sometimes. Oh well, he supposed he’d watch something… Maybe proofread someone’s paper. He walked to his laptop and pulled the chair out, but stopped short of sitting.
His phone was ringing out and the familiar ringtone stopped him in his tracks… as it did every single time. The tapping of rain on glass seemed to get louder, ringing in his head a moment, mixing with the familiar melody. Why did this still happen??
He turned and took a deep breath before flipping the phone open. “Tamaki?”
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Just a Second Chance
by Salem Parris Tue Sep 16, 2014 12:37 am
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Fingers glided effortlessly across the ivory face of the small piano, in the modest, one bedroom apartment they’d gotten. Haruhi insisted something like this would be a more particle place for the couple while they got through the rest of their education. Though Tamaki wasn’t entirely used to the commoner’s lifestyle and nearly begged to lavish her with a life full of fancy things, he gave up the fight and couldn’t have been happier. Working hard and going doing it all by herself was something Tamaki admired and loved about Haruhi. She’d always been strong and independent and the blond was drawn to that sort of personality. For living out such a hard life as a commoner and barely scraping by, what other choice did she have? She was used to this sort of thing and Tamaki loved the stability it provided.
Of course, even living in their little apartment in Boston, they were anything but common. Tamaki still could and would willingly support the both of them for many lifetimes over if he had to; they would never be destitute.
But now, this modest, one bedroom apartment was beginning to seem bigger and much lonelier than the mansion he’d stayed in Japan during High School. Haruhi’s father called, begging for his daughter’s company for the weekend and though Tamaki begged to go along, she insisted he stay here.
“You know what he’s like,” She had explained to the distraught blond who was already beyond the flailing and the demanding and had moved right into pouts and puppy-dog eyes. Tamaki knew exactly but he loved Haruhi just as much as any father could and more. The thought of being away from her for even the weekend seemed strangling.
“What if you get lost?! Spending the weekend in a strange country all by yourself!!” Tamaki explained, having grabbed her hands and turned her toward him to make her understand.
Of course she had her own retorts and explained that Japan wasn’t some ‘strange country’, and that she’d be just fine. He’d be okay by himself and she’d call the moment her plane landed. That was at least four hours ago and now Tamaki was left to his own devices.
And so he lost himself while playing the piano, as he always did, and it brought back happier memories.
He was happy now but so much changed after High School. His relationship with his Grandmother was starting to mend and his father kept in touch but it still wasn’t the same. His friends lived too far away. The last he heard, Kaoru was working in London with his mother while Hikaru had gone off to tour around France. Honey and Mori both still lived in Japan tending to their family dojos while Kyoya…..
Kyoya was probably the closest but seemed the farthest away. After High School, they’d kept in touch but Tamaki knew his best friend all too well. It seemed, to Tamaki, that the further his best friend was physically then the further he was mentally and emotionally. The blond emailed him every day, texted him every day and even tried to call every day—until Kyoya threatened to cut the blond off for his incessant calling in the early in the mornings, even on the weekends. So, Tamaki let up and made sure to send as many emails as he could, but it still wasn’t the same.
Visions of days back in High School floated through the blond’s head and he remembered spending hours upon hours at the Ootori estate. He remembered the sound of Kyoya’s pen scratching against paper as he scribbled notes over and over again. The warmth of the kotatsu…and if Tamaki allowed himself, he swore he could smell his best friend’s musty cologne and clean shampoo.
Tamaki’s fingers stopped playing before he even realized it and his delicately poised wrists began to droop while day dreaming of the day he first played the piano for Kyoya. For the entire Ootori family. The way Kyoya admonished Tamaki later when he’d asked him if he’d been crying—he couldn’t tell behind the gleam of his best friend’s glasses.
That did it. Tamaki closed the piano lid with a loud clack and echoing notes as he rushed into the bedroom and yanked his cellphone from his nightstand.
His fingers were just about ready to hit the speed dial when he checked the clock. 10:00 am. Tamaki hesitated and bit his bottom lip while he desperately tried to decide. He never needed permission before and wouldn’t have asked for it but the last few years made him feel like he needed to, and he hate it. Flinging his phone onto his bed, Tamaki plopped himself down with his laptop. He would at least send Kyoya an email first. If he didn’t get a reply in a timely manner then he would call Kyoya.
To: KOotori3@*****
From: Daddy_Suou123@*****
KYOOOOOYYYAAAAAA!
Haruhi is gone! I’m flying in later today!
Your Friend,
Tamaki.
P.S – I’ll call you!
As soon as the blond hit send, he jumped up and hurried to the bathroom to wash his hair and brush his teeth and call his own helicopter to come and pick him up on the roof. There was no sense in waiting for the lines at the airport or any of that nonsense. Tamaki just wanted to get out and go—he just wanted to see Kyoya like he always used to. Whenever he wanted to because that’s how they worked.
After all was said and done and Tamaki was finally in the air and on his way to New York city, he finally decided that more than enough time had gone by and he quickly dialed Kyoya’s number and waited patiently for his best friend to answer.
Fingers glided effortlessly across the ivory face of the small piano, in the modest, one bedroom apartment they’d gotten. Haruhi insisted something like this would be a more particle place for the couple while they got through the rest of their education. Though Tamaki wasn’t entirely used to the commoner’s lifestyle and nearly begged to lavish her with a life full of fancy things, he gave up the fight and couldn’t have been happier. Working hard and going doing it all by herself was something Tamaki admired and loved about Haruhi. She’d always been strong and independent and the blond was drawn to that sort of personality. For living out such a hard life as a commoner and barely scraping by, what other choice did she have? She was used to this sort of thing and Tamaki loved the stability it provided.
Of course, even living in their little apartment in Boston, they were anything but common. Tamaki still could and would willingly support the both of them for many lifetimes over if he had to; they would never be destitute.
But now, this modest, one bedroom apartment was beginning to seem bigger and much lonelier than the mansion he’d stayed in Japan during High School. Haruhi’s father called, begging for his daughter’s company for the weekend and though Tamaki begged to go along, she insisted he stay here.
“You know what he’s like,” She had explained to the distraught blond who was already beyond the flailing and the demanding and had moved right into pouts and puppy-dog eyes. Tamaki knew exactly but he loved Haruhi just as much as any father could and more. The thought of being away from her for even the weekend seemed strangling.
“What if you get lost?! Spending the weekend in a strange country all by yourself!!” Tamaki explained, having grabbed her hands and turned her toward him to make her understand.
Of course she had her own retorts and explained that Japan wasn’t some ‘strange country’, and that she’d be just fine. He’d be okay by himself and she’d call the moment her plane landed. That was at least four hours ago and now Tamaki was left to his own devices.
And so he lost himself while playing the piano, as he always did, and it brought back happier memories.
He was happy now but so much changed after High School. His relationship with his Grandmother was starting to mend and his father kept in touch but it still wasn’t the same. His friends lived too far away. The last he heard, Kaoru was working in London with his mother while Hikaru had gone off to tour around France. Honey and Mori both still lived in Japan tending to their family dojos while Kyoya…..
Kyoya was probably the closest but seemed the farthest away. After High School, they’d kept in touch but Tamaki knew his best friend all too well. It seemed, to Tamaki, that the further his best friend was physically then the further he was mentally and emotionally. The blond emailed him every day, texted him every day and even tried to call every day—until Kyoya threatened to cut the blond off for his incessant calling in the early in the mornings, even on the weekends. So, Tamaki let up and made sure to send as many emails as he could, but it still wasn’t the same.
Visions of days back in High School floated through the blond’s head and he remembered spending hours upon hours at the Ootori estate. He remembered the sound of Kyoya’s pen scratching against paper as he scribbled notes over and over again. The warmth of the kotatsu…and if Tamaki allowed himself, he swore he could smell his best friend’s musty cologne and clean shampoo.
Tamaki’s fingers stopped playing before he even realized it and his delicately poised wrists began to droop while day dreaming of the day he first played the piano for Kyoya. For the entire Ootori family. The way Kyoya admonished Tamaki later when he’d asked him if he’d been crying—he couldn’t tell behind the gleam of his best friend’s glasses.
That did it. Tamaki closed the piano lid with a loud clack and echoing notes as he rushed into the bedroom and yanked his cellphone from his nightstand.
His fingers were just about ready to hit the speed dial when he checked the clock. 10:00 am. Tamaki hesitated and bit his bottom lip while he desperately tried to decide. He never needed permission before and wouldn’t have asked for it but the last few years made him feel like he needed to, and he hate it. Flinging his phone onto his bed, Tamaki plopped himself down with his laptop. He would at least send Kyoya an email first. If he didn’t get a reply in a timely manner then he would call Kyoya.
To: KOotori3@*****
From: Daddy_Suou123@*****
KYOOOOOYYYAAAAAA!
Haruhi is gone! I’m flying in later today!
Your Friend,
Tamaki.
P.S – I’ll call you!
As soon as the blond hit send, he jumped up and hurried to the bathroom to wash his hair and brush his teeth and call his own helicopter to come and pick him up on the roof. There was no sense in waiting for the lines at the airport or any of that nonsense. Tamaki just wanted to get out and go—he just wanted to see Kyoya like he always used to. Whenever he wanted to because that’s how they worked.
After all was said and done and Tamaki was finally in the air and on his way to New York city, he finally decided that more than enough time had gone by and he quickly dialed Kyoya’s number and waited patiently for his best friend to answer.
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