The Truth Behind Pirates (Kyouya/Tamaki) LW2 Title: The Truth Behind Pirates Authors:trio and raighne Characters: Ootori Kyouya and Suoh Tamaki Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club Theme Set: LW2 Theme(s): 08. Sad Warnings and Notes: none
Tamaki paced around Kyouya's room even more animatedly than he normally did. His hands moved about him in grand gestures as he described the way he would love to have a set laid out resembling an actual Spanish gallion and heaps of faux treasure could by set out for their guests to mingle about in.
While it was normal for the blonde to be so passionate about his ideas, it was rare that he would go non-stop for quite this long and almost unheard of that he had not looked fully in Kyouya's direction since his creative tirade had begun.
Kyouya sat back on his couch, sipping his coffee as he listened to Tamaki ramble on and on, occasionally taking notes. He'd already figured up a rough estimate of just how much this concept would cost, and he knew of a few corners he could cut in order to make financing it a little easier. Still, he reasoned slowly, he really ought to step up the printing of their calendar. And perhaps he should revisit that game that Renge had been mentioning over brunch the other day. The ladies they catered to might not necessarily go for a computer simulation of them, but it might broaden their boundaries... "Anything else?" he finally interrupted, knowing the question was a touch risky, but that Tamaki had learned by now that those words usually meant he'd gone on for long enough.
Tamaki paused, his circuit around the room having brought him to the large windows that faced out in the gardens of the vast Otohori estate. It probably escaped Tamaki's notice but the reflection in the darkened glass was not the face of someone who had sounded so excited and happy just seconds before. "I think it would be our best effort yet," he added in a soft whisper.
"You've been watching too many Western movies," Kyouya countered, his eyes narrowing as he watched Tamaki's face in the window. "Still... it could be quite a success. You're certainly capable of pulling off a swashbuckler," he added, reflecting more on the person he was watching than the club's activities.
"Well those Western movies have proved very successful at the box office," Tamaki shrugged. "Though I will not go so far as to let my hair be arranged into such nasty dreadlocks as that one pirate."
Kyouya chuckled, setting aside his notebook and moving up behind Tamaki. "Though you'll happily wear eye-liner," he pointed out.
Tamaki's focus seemed to be so intent on some point passed the glass he didn't notice Kyouya's approach. "Certainly. I'm not sure why they wore it in that movie but it looked really good with the costumes."
Kyouya reached out, resting one hand lightly on Tamaki's shoulder, his smile fading. "It's doable," he said quietly. "Possibly within three weeks. We have an opening in our schedule, then."
The touch startled Tamaki and he spun towards Kyouya. The shock displaced the sadness that had been so evident in his expressive eyes. But even that vanished quickly as a content mask fell over his features. "That will give us plenty of time to do more research and make sure this is as good as we can make it."
Kyouya's hand dropped the moment Tamaki turned, and he regarded Tamaki for several moments before nodding and moving to sit back down. "I assume you already have costumes in mind," he noted quietly, not liking the way Tamaki had pulled on such a careful expression.
Tamaki nodded and seized on the opportunity to resume his exposition. "Well I do think we should all be pirates, though, I'm debating whether or not we should put Haruhi in a dress for this event. I suspect she would not take to well to wearing a corset given how painful those things are and how hard they make it to even breathe," he sighed.
"Haruhi will look dashing in a piratical uniform," Kyouya countered, watching as his friend returned to his elaborate gestures. "Are you sure you won't be putting on a dress for this event?" he asked a moment later, wicked amusement in his gaze as he tried to draw out his friend.
That stopped Tamaki in his tracks. The priceless look of confusion remained on his face as he looked at Kyouya and tried to fathom what his friend had just suggested. "But... why would I be wearing a dress for this, Kyouya?"
"Why would you wear a dress for any event, Tamaki?" Kyouya mused serenely, reaching up to adjust his glasses.
"Well... we all did that one time to save Haruhi from those awful Zuka Club girls," Tamaki frowned. Everytime he thought about that smug Benio Amakusa his blood boiled.
"That's not a true event, though," Kyouya countered, sitting up just a little straighter as one eyebrow arched. "Both of you will be dressed as normal pirates this time, anyhow," he added, still waiting quietly for Tamaki to share what had him so upset. It was rare for Tamaki to keep it bottled away so very strongly.
"You almost sound disappointed," Tamaki pointed out, shoving his dislike for the aggressive girl away as he had done with his sadness and tried to put himself back in the mindset to plan this event.
"Should I?" Kyouya blinked, his pen stilling as he watched Tamaki. "I'm no more fond of you in women's clothes than in any other garb."
"Oh..." Tamaki blinked and turned his attention back to the window. "So should we schedule this event?" he asked rather blandly.
Kyouya considered, watching Tamaki's back for a long moment before sighing quietly and setting his pen aside. "I'll set things in motion at the next meeting," he offered mildly. "But we'll need to discuss costumes. It may take some time."
"I still recommend costumes like they used in those pirate movies," Tamaki commented as he wrapped his arms around his chest in an unconscious gesture. "Though I remember seeing a movie once with a pirate that was dressed entirely in black and wore a black mask, no hat. Roberts something..."
"I'll have someone make up the guest room for you," Kyouya interrupted abruptly, his eyes narrowed as he examined his friend. "And if you can remember the movie, I'll see about getting it here so that we can examine it together."
"Guest room?" Tamaki turned a questioning gaze at Kyouya. He hadn't mentioned staying the night, though silently he was thankful if he would be given a place to sleep tonight.
"We'll be up late planning," Kyouya said serenely, reading in Tamaki's expressive eyes what his friend had not said. "So unless you intend to pass out on my floor..." He let the words trail off, moving to stand before Tamaki.
Tamaki smiled faintly and fished his cell phone from his pocket. "I should call home and let them know not to expect me then."
Kyouya's expression melted into a quiet smile as he saw a similar expression on his friend, and he turned to head to the door. "I'll make the arrangements," he offered, as Tamaki was dialling.
Tamaki nodded and went through the motions of dialing the number of the Suoh guest house. He held the phone to his ear but as soon as Kyouya was out of sight he slowly lowered the phone and let it close with a click. There would be no one there to give his notice to.