Call me King❣

❝..or Daddy.❞

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daddy’s girl

A slightly panicked expression took her. She could already feel her face start to heat up. Why was he talking like that? And did he just call himself Daddy?     “I… –um… I’m lost..”

“Are you? How fortunate for you!” Came the elated reply. “Darling you’ve happened to have stumbled upon The Ouran Host Club and my name is..”

With a flourish he folded one arm against his belly and bowed low, brilliant blue eyes lowered as he smiled wide. “Tamaki Suoh at your service my Dear.“ And after a brief pause he straightened up.

“And your name?” With a slight head tilt. “Also where would you be heading? If you don’t mind some company i’d love to escort you.” 

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The annoyed expression held as he spoke. Quietly listening to the ‘host king’ as he explained further. Silently cursing rich people in her head. It was always something new.

After a few moments, her narrows eyes eased. That annoyance finally dissipating as acceptance washed over her; this was Tamaki.

And.. it might be fun. It couldnt hurt.

      “Alright senpai.. I think the closest        one is in the super market.”

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For a moment his eyes widened, blue and crystal clear giving her his best, patented puppy dog look. Actually he would have gotten down on his knees if he had to. But of course it didn’t come to that; as curt as Haruhi purports to be, she basically went along with  anything the club asked of her.

Willingly or not was usually the question. With a blink the cute cuddly creature look was gone but Tamaki was beaming ear to eat; thrilled! 

“Thanks Haruhi! You won’t regret it! I’ll even take you to lunch, my treat! Say, have you ever heard of something called a corn dog? Kyoya and I tried some at the zoo when we all went! Did you know they really weren’t made out of  actual dogs?!”  Crooking out an arm he waited for her to take it so he could lead the young woman out into the beautiful afternoon sunshine. 

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            The slurry of cheap, sub-par provisions suddenly jammed in his face       did very little to sooth the frayed edges of his foul temper; in fact, it only       exacerbated them. The thin thread by which he’d been holding fast to some       semblance of self control snapped.

            ❝–Will you just shut up for five seconds?!!❞ 

            The outburst wasn’t entirely unlike him; he had been reduced to shouting       precisely two times prior, both at the fault of the same imbecile who was currently       poking the metaphorical tiger of his impatient rage with a stick. But in a public       place, even if it was only a commoner’s attraction, it still wasn’t befitting of a       member of the Ootori family to behave so shamelessly. With a deep, steadying       breath, he made a swift adjustment to  his glasses ( as well as his temperament )        and began again in more composed fashion.

            ❝…this sort of food doesn’t appeal to me,                            idiot. And neither does this place. We                            need to find the rest of the group. I                            suppose the only logical way to proceed                            is to follow the path through the exhibits.                            We’re bound to run into them at some                            point… hand me the map.❞

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Completely unaware of the impending temper tantrum Tamaki simply stood fascinated by the cotton candy. How soft and colorful it was! And was that a balloon over there?! So many brilliant colors from yellow to pink to.. And then the outburst. With such he nearly dropped his corn dog! How rude. ❝But.. Kyoya..❞ The reply was a mere whimper A pout accompanied. Used to being berated by the other of course but he learned to let it roll off his back, because he knew his friend And obviously he knew Kyoya would hate it here, loathe it but he just.. wanted to show him. Wanted him to feel the excitement that he felt. Wanted him to let loose once in a while. Because it wasn’t always all about numbers and spreadsheets. It wasn’t always about money and glamor and social standing.

❝Oh uh..the map? Well I had to leave something behind when I was getting the food! I certainly couldn’t carry all of this AND the map!” Of course the thought of putting it into one of his pockets had hardly occurred to him when faced with the question; Is the corn dog made of real dog? ❝But that’s alright! We can just go through all of the exhibits and find them! I’m sure it won’t take that long maybe only a couple of hours?❞ His smile was bright and cheery. He was having a good time and he wanted his friend to have one as well. Perhaps the monkey exhibit would help!

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Hearing the voice of the President, the brunette turned towards him. Eyes wide and attentive as she listened. 18 stops? Was he talking about golf?                                    – Oh, mini-golf.       “I mean, yeah there are        windmills and bridges        but they are not that        big.. And there are not        real alligators..”

Her expression dropped at his commoner comment.   Something   more   annoyed taking   her  features.  Did he really think ‘commoners’ couldnt have fun? Idiot. 

     “Hey wait a minute–        Why do I have to take you?”

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For a moment he appeared downtrodden but then perked up only moments later. ❝Well that’s alright either way.” With a brilliant smile he looked down towards the dour Host Club Member. ❝It still seems like a fun idea! And it’s a beautiful day out, we should try it!❞

Again his smile briefly faltered but then lit up just as brilliantly as before. ❝Because you know how it all works. You live this everyday and I want to understand what you do and how you relax and have fun! You’ve shown me kick the can and it’s like a whole new world opening up! What else is there if THAT game was fun? What am I missing?!❞

Standing tall over her his eyes softened and he reached out a hand for her to take. Whether she would or not was still in question.

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            It was a familiar feeling; one that he had grown more than accustomed       to ever since the fateful day he’d been saddled with met the half blooded       Chairman’s son. His skin felt flushed, and it shouldn’t have come as any       surprise– he could feel the blood rushing through his veins, pounding through       his ears. Fingers instinctively flexed closed into fists to quell the trembling,       practically too paralyzed by the overwhelming emotion to even speak. Only       Tamaki had ever been able to reduce him to such a state, so vastly juxtaposition       to his normally calm, logical demeanor. Yes, the third son of the Ootori family… 

                                                    was absolutely furious.

            ❝…So, in other words…                          you’re saying we’re lost.                          Is that it?❞

            ”Let’s go to the commoner’s zoo, Kyoya!” He’d said. “It’ll be fun!” He’d said.       Curse him for being so naive as to go along with the other’s low brow shenanigans.       This couldn’t have possibly more grating if the blundering idiot had purposefully       opened a lion’s cage. Not only was he stuck here in this foul smelling, forsaken       place with a dead cell phone battery ( thanks to a certain imbecile’s lack of a car       charger ), but it was at least eighty five degrees outside and the rest of their group       had run off ahead like a band of complete numskulls and left him stranded in       the middle of the massive, crowded theme park with of all people– this buffoon.       His shoulders practically shook from the force of holding back his righteous fury–       Tamaki was gearing for a one way trip into the African Painted Dogs Exhibit.   

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The day was a glorious one, the sun high and bright with the backdrop of a beautiful pale blue sky. A few cotton-fluffy clouds dotted the horizon but other than that nothing marred the vast overhead. A slight breeze ruffled the long-ish hair that tickled the nape of his neck and yes it was hot but not overwhelmingly so; at least that was his own opinion.

Though instinct had told him Kyoya was fuming at the moment, that alone wasn’t about to make his mood drop. This was so exciting! What an odd place this was, though he himself had seen many via safari or some such it was the excitement from the common people around him that made him happy. Made him laugh. It was absolutely thrilling.

❝Kyoya!❞ Came the excited chittering reply. He hadn’t even been listening about the whole lost issue. Sandal-clad feet clapped against the pavement as he waved towards his friend; yes he had seen most of these animals before but never had he tasted the food that normal zoos had. 

Arms filled with such tasty delights as; fried dough. A rather large cup of some brightly colored ice; fried cheese curds amongst others. ❝Look at this! This is a corn dog..❞ The name was spoken slowly and he laughed. ❝The man who ran the small cart assured me it was not made from real dog.❞ Though he continued to eye it with suspicion. Antoinette would not be pleased if it was. 

❝And this is what I thought was some threaded silk or some sort of fabric but it’s called cotton candy, you eat it! Isn’t that fascinating!❞ Thrusting his arm out, the one that held the stick of bright pink finely spun sugar he beamed. ❝Try some! It’s actually not that bad! And try some of the corn dog!❞ There had been nibbles from Tamaki with the other food; save for the corn dog. Still wary of that he wanted to have Kyoya try it first.

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            Perhaps that was the way that Tamaki saw things– and perhaps to       some extent he was right. Kyoya did know him, he liked to think… better than       most. At the very least, he was more familiar with the ups and downs of his       bouts of eccentricity than any other who the half blooded noble considered        “friend.” But in truth, to Kyoya, it was precisely the opposite. He had been       living behind the guise of a mask that he had worn practically from his birth,       molded beneath the heat of competition within his familial line and the weight       of his father’s expectations for him that surely he would never live up to. And       the only person to even catch a glimpse of the man behind the guise had been       his elder sister… 

            Until he’d met this idiot. This man who he’d initially perceived to be what       surely was the most imbecilic man he’d ever met had not only driven the stake       of his presence deep enough to crack the other’s metaphorical mask… but he       hadn’t even needed to. Tamaki had seen right through his calm, polite demeanor       to the stern but relentless man beneath; the one Kyoya kept carefully shrouded       beneath his ambitions and his calculative patience.

                                                   Tamaki knew him better than anyone did. 

            ❝…well certainly, but besides that…                                             they match your  e y e s . 

                            –As I recall, we were discussing your                                   impressive success rate, oh King.                                   I certainly hope you aren’t keeping                                   our clients waiting.❞

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With a sharp intake of breath he squealed.  ❝That’s very true and I do have the most lovely eyes don’t I?❞ The seriousness of their conversation only moments ago had been forgotten. Though the information gleaned from it, Tamaki managed to keep filed away. Questions to ask Kyoya later when it was just the two of them. 

Right now the room was bustling with a pleasantly warm energy as young ladies began filing in. Often excited yelps and swooning gestures were made and the President placed hands on his hips once more, eyes crinkled slightly he smiled. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, even Haruhi; the natural. 

Still engrossed in the scene before him he kept staring ahead.  ❝Thank you Kyoya, for starting this with me. I couldn’t have done it without you.” There was a brief pause,  ❝Nor would I want to.❞  

And before the other could reply he outstretched open arms and laughed.       ❝Ladies! Welcome to the Ouran Host Club! Come in come in! And what can we do for you today?❞  

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#[ and this is SO TRUE ]#[ omg you two know who you are ]#[ and I'm fucking laughing ]

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Mommy. 

            Naturally his sense of whimsy and infatuation would latch onto the       idea that the vice president found least appealing. He ought to have employed       a little more psychology on that matter; but of course advising him against a       certain notion would provide it to be the only thing he desired to do. He certainly       was a typical man beneath all his flowering flattery and ostentatious embellishment. 

            ❝…You flatter me, Tamaki; your perception                          is as deft as usual. –that’s funny. You                          remind me more of a Narcissus flower…❞ 

            Though there were a slurry of flora that suited description of the flamboyant       President; Bird of Paradise for exotic flights of fancy, or the Passion flower for       obvious reasons. But, sarcasm aside… a symbol of bigheartedness, fun, lightness       and levity… a symbol of ardent attachment–

            ❝…I believe that Larkspur would better                         convey your traits. But that’s simply my                         opinion.❞

❝Oh i’m sure there’s a slew of flowers that could be used to describe me! I’m quite versatile as you know. Larkspur huh?❞ With a finger rubbing along the underside of his chin thoughtfully he laughed.

❝Sounds about right, you do know me, don’t you?❞  It was a rhetorical question; amused. Affectionate almost. 

❝Ah! But now we must prepare the others! Of course I don’t see us dressed exactly as flowers per say but the same colors as our respective flower personality perhaps?❞ With a faint shake of his head, hands on his hips he smiled.  

❝I’ll have to put more thought into it at any rate but it’s a great start! And why wouldn’t it be? I thought of it.❞ He hummed absently, distracted for only a brief moment.

❝..what were we talking about again?❞ Certain it was about Haruhi but he couldn’t remember exactly what the conversation was. 

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tama-chan you can't just call not-rich-people commoners all the time, it's disrespectful *loud whisper tbh*

❝You’re right Honey-Senpai! I forget that not all of them are like Haruhi, who clearly doesn’t mind us using that phrase. (wrong) Some people might actually take offense! I’ll have to watch my tongue from now on.❞    

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                   ’ it’s actually not as filthy as it’s made out to be. perhaps i s-                    hould show you an enjoyable one? everything is very cheap. ’

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❝Why my Dear! YOU can show me anything.❞  And with a flourish he bowed low, locks of blonde hair covering his eyes and framing his perfectly sculpted face.   

❝I don’t believe i’ve seen you around here before! May I ask your name? Mine is Tamaki Suoh, President of the Ouran Host Club.❞ 

Glancing towards the Flea Market mistrustfully he nevertheless crooked an arm and beamed down at the young lady. 

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                 “You must be new here.”

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❝Actually I am, kind commoner! So, do they sell Fleas at this Flea Market? And of what use would the lower class people HAVE for them? Do they believe it’s some sort of miracle cure as leeches were back all those years ago?!❞  

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❝WHY ON EARTH would anyone want to willingly walk into a FLEA MARKET?! That sounds absolutely horrifying!❞

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❝ ..then I heard it was 18 different stops. And within each stop is a miniature golf field where you try to get a hole in one via windmills and alligator pits! Over vast bridges and such! How absolutely thrilling!❞

❝And people told me commoners aren’t able to have a fun time.  Yes it’s decided Haruhi, you’re going to take me to;

MINI-GOLF.❞

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dear god that flower theme is perfect

;;if you mean the flower theme in my last reply then thank you LOL! literally just making stuff up as i go along.

also i’m going to get kyoya to dress up like a flower; watch me.

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just a friendly reminder that you're an amazing tamaki and it brightens my day every time I see you on my dash. you're wonderful and continue to be so!

//i don’t even know what to say thank you so much friend. ;;  i hope you have a wonderful day today! thank you for your kindness!

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            It was borderline unnatural just how enthusiastic Tamaki could be over       the most insignificant and frivolous of things. Honestly, he didn’t know that it was       entirely possible for so much excitement to be contained within a single person.       But the idiot practically defied the laws of physics. The air was suddenly flooded       with fantastic fantasies, so many that the sterner could hardly keep count. In fact,       he hardly attempted to, his usual patient smile reaffirmed along his lips in a       thoughtful manner.

            ❝…Your flights of fancy are taking                            over again. The decision is ultimately                            yours, but if you try to dress me as a                            flower I can assure that you’ll regret                            the attempt.❞ 

            Thought the mythical creature notion was a theme they hadn’t pursued that he       could recall. It could prove fruitful, theoretically… and, despite his better sense       that indicated the man was an obnoxious and unrealistic fool… there was an       inherent charm about his fanciful tendencies. Where did he even come up with       these outlandish ideas?  

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Before Kyoya could even finish, Tamakai had interrupted. Now completely engulfed within the new idea. Though perhaps on a subconscious level the now favored flower theme was due to the fact that the other wasn’t as willing as he was to dress as a flower or within the flower color scheme. Tamaki, however, knew he could make this work.

❝YOU SEE KYOYA..❞ The President spoke over the other cheerily. ❝..you’d think that the most vibrant member of the club, moi obviously, would dress as a rose. But you’d be wrong! No I do believe my flower would be the Anthurium! And why not? It symbolizes hospitality.  Exotic and compelling, with bold, typically red flowers and shiny, dark green foliage, anthurium, like the hospitality they represent, are long- lasting and irresistibly beautiful. Now I ask you, who does that sound like?❞ Nudge nudge.

❝Now for you?❞ Taking a step back his slim brows furrowed in thought before dramatically sweeping an arm outwards, toward the other. Pointing. 

❝CHRYSANTHEMUM. A symbol of the sun, the Japanese consider the orderly unfolding of the chrysanthemum’s petals to represent perfection and Confucius once suggested they be used as an object of meditation.❞

Now completely serious he nodded once. It was done.

A flower theme was already in the works.

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♕–; “Ahh?” for each word the quiet one spoke, he shot back with about four. Noise constantly surrounded her. If her brother wasn’t spitting out venomous or rough words her little brother went off on a tangent when impassioned. Words swaddled in class or kindness weren’t familiar to the girl and as she eyed the blossom. Is he for real? She couldn’t help but ponder if he stepped straight out of a fairy tale or not.

    Pallid fingers took his arm. “Saya,” she stated in a shy manner. “I’m Saya.”

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                          ❝Saya, a beauteous name for a beauteous creature.                                     Have you ever been to our Academy before, my Dear?                                     There’s so much to show you, I do hope your fellow track                                     mates can get along without you for a few moments at least. Mm?❞

                                     The day was gorgeous, sun shining amidst a brilliant blue sky                                       as he began to walk the grounds. 

                                      Wind tousled his blonde hair and he turned towards her, grinning. 

                      ❝As i’ve said before you run quite well.                               You were more than a match for even our skilled athletes.                                I must confess i’ve never seen another move so quickly before.                                How are your grades? And just how attached are                                you to your   High School?❞                                                                He inquired, a playful glint in his eye. It was almost as though                                he was trying to recruit the young woman. Perhaps he was.