Rose in a Garden

Chapter 1

Author's Notes: Hello everyone! This story will be in Kyouya's PoV, unless otherwise stated.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Ouran High School Host Club, or any of its characters. It is owned by Bisco Hatori.

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'I'm never going to end up telling him, am I? He's just going to live forever without knowing how I feel. Why would he care anyway? He's got Haruhi to keep him company. I guess I'll just have to keep myself company all my life. That sounded sad and alone, didn't it? Oh well, I guess that's what I'll be.' A voice begins breaking through my thoughts.

"Kyouya!"

The voice keeps yelling at me.

"Kyouya!"

It's Tamaki. I know it is. I look in front of me.

"Kyouya!" Tamaki yells once again.

I was right.

I push my glasses up with two fingers. "Yes, Tamaki?"

"Are you ok?" he asks. "You zoned out for a while."

"Yeah," I answer. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking at me concerned.

"Yes," I say, jotting something down in my notebook.

No one knows exactly what I keep in here except for me. No one else needs to know anyway. Only I need to know. I keep marketing and sales records for the host club in here. I also have some pictures of Tamaki in the back. Don't think strangely of me; Tamaki's a close friend. Close friends keep pictures of each other, right?

"What's even in your notebook?" Tamaki asks me, trying to take it from me. I glare at him angrily.

"Don't touch my notebook," I warn him.

"Hey, look over there," Tamaki says, pointing to a random place in the room.

"Where?" I ask, following his finger. He snatches my notebook right out of my hand and runs off with it.

Damn, I'm really stupid. I actually fell for the old 'look at something that's not there' trick. I can't think straight when Tamaki's around. I realize that my notebook is no longer in my hands.

"Tamaki!" I yell, walking over to him.

He is at the other side of the room, flipping through my notebook. He looks very curious, but very bored all at once.

'Good,' I think. 'He's only seen the marketing and sales numbers.'

"This is really boring, Kyouya," he says as he closes it forcefully. A pile of pictures falls out of the back of my notebook. Shit. Those are my pictures of Tamaki.

"What are these?" he asks as he picks the stack up.

No, no, no, no, no. He's gonna see those pictures of him, and he's going to think I'm weird.

He looks through the pile of pictures. He looks at the last picture, and looks up at me and smiles.

"I didn't know you cared about me so much, Kyouya," he says happily. "I knew we were close friends, but I guess we're really close in your eyes."

Tamaki walks up to me and hugs me tightly around the neck. My muscles tense for a moment, and then relax. I wasn't expecting him to hug me. I was expecting him to push me away and call me strange, but I guess this is Tamaki I'm talking about. He sees most things different than other people. I love that about him. He's good at seeing the bright side of life. He may be overly dramatic at times, but he is still generally a cheery person. I hug him back after a moment. My cheeks become warm, and a warm smile spreads across my lips. Tamaki stops hugging me and looks down at my face.

"Are you ok, Mommy?" he asks. "Your cheeks are red."

Damn it. I am blushing because of his hug. I feel my cheeks become even warmer from embarrassment, and enjoyment. I love when he calls me 'Mommy' even if I act like I hate it. I don't want anyone to know that I really love him in that way.

"Here," Tamaki says, handing my notebook and the pile of pictures back.

"Thanks," I say, trying to keep my voice calm and cool. I take the pictures and my notebook back from him.

"Don't take my notebook from me again, ok?" I say, warning him.

"Whatever you say, Mommy," he says smiling.

My cheeks start to become warmer again. Damn it, Tamaki. Stop calling me Mommy. I love when you do, but for my sake, and to keep from being embarrassed about my blushing, just stop.

I walk away from him, holding my notebook in the crook of my left arm. I look at the pictures that were in my notebook. In every photo, his smiling face is there. I'm in some of them with him, but I just focus on him. I start to smile warmly again. 'I love you, Tamaki.'