Rose in a Garden

Chapter 10- Three weeks later

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Christmas is coming in about two weeks, so we've been decorating Music Room 3. There are boxes everywhere around the room. I've been hanging garland on the tree we got for about ten minutes now. Everyone else is decorating other parts of the room. Someone runs up behind me and holds something over my head.
"Look up Kyouya."
I look up at the object above me. It's mistletoe. I turn around and face Tamaki. It's easy to tell that it's him. I mean, who else would hold mistletoe over my head purposely and make me look up? He smiles and leans in for a kiss. I put my one finger to his lips.
"Wait until after I'm done," I say to him, playing hard to get.
"But Mommy," he whines into my finger. "You can't deny mistletoe."
"Can and did."
He frowns and walks away from me. I smile in victory and go back to work.
I begin hanging ornaments on the tree. I feel someone stand directly behind me, and grab my butt. I jump for a moment, turning around and facing Tamaki once again.
"You denied the mistletoe," he says. "That just means that I get to make love to you."
"Who made that rule?" I ask, my cheeks starting to become flustered.
He smiles a devilish smile. "I did." He grabs my butt again.
I keep jumping every time he grabs my butt. "Let me finish, Tamaki."
"Nope." He pulls me away from the tree and forces me into a laying position on the couch. He straddles over top of me and smiles at me devilishly once again.
"Boss. What the hell are you doing?"
Tamaki and I both look at the source of the sound. The twins are standing next to each other, looking at us.
"Calm your boner," they both say in unison and walk away.
"I do not have a boner," he says to them defensively.
"I beg to differ," I say to him, pointing at the bulge in his pants.
He looks down. "Dammit. It's your fault for being so adorable, Kyouya."
I laugh at him. "It's your fault for being so horny."
Suddenly, the all too familiar sound of a large motor running fills the room. I know it's Renge already. Her laughter fills the room. I was right, it's Renge. She comes up on her large, motorized platform. She walks off it onto the floor. She walks over to Tamaki and I smiling.
"So," she begins. "What do I see here? Is it yaoi? Please tell me it's yaoi." She stands there with her hands folded together, pleading for an answer..
I sigh. "Yes Renge. It's yaoi you're looking at."
She starts screaming like a fangirl at the two of us. "It's wonderful! Just beautiful! So natural! It's like you two really love each other."
"Renge, we do love each other," I blurt out to her.
She stops screaming and looks at us. "You do?" She looks between Tamaki and I for confirmation. Tamaki and I both nod our heads at her.
She pauses before she starts screaming her high pitched fangirl scream once again. I cringe a bit the second time. She suddenly stops.
"I know what you two need to do!" she proclaims, pointing at us. "You need to let everyone know that you two are going out! It would be amazing for your two characters! I can picture it now!"
She strikes some royal pose. "The princely type," she begins, moving to a position with her arms crossed over her chest. "And the cool type in a relationship! Everyone will love it!"
I sit up with Tamaki still straddled over me. "I hate to burst your bubble, Renge," I begin, pushing my glasses up with two fingers. "But I don't want to publicize my romance with Tamaki."
She looks at me like I just shot her. "But....but....why not!?"
"Yeah Mommy, why not?" Tamaki asks.
I look at him. "You really don't see how this could go wrong, do you, Tamaki?"
He shakes his head no at me.
"Let me explain how I see it," I say to both of them. "Everyone in the whole school will know that we're going out because the news will spread quickly. Eventually, the chairman of Ouran Academy will hear the news that his son is dating the youngest Ootori boy. He'll then go straight to my father and tell him that we're going out, and both of them will most likely not approve of our relationship, thus putting a stop to it instantly. Our little secret relationship would no longer be a secret, and it would come to an end."
They both look at me. Tamaki pulls me into a close embrace. "I'm glad you're always thinking ahead." I hug him back. "I never want to lose you, Kyouya."
"I never want to lose you either."
'I don't know what I would do if I lost Tamaki. He means everything to me. If I had to give him up, I think I just might die.'
Renge watches us contently. She speaks up. "Can you two kiss for me?"
We look at her. "Why not?" Tamaki responds.
I begin to object, but he presses his lips into mine before I get the chance to. I kiss him back. His lips feel softer than they ever have. I hear Renge screaming her high pitched fangirl scream. Tamaki releases and looks at me. He really does look like a prince with his soft blond hair and deep violet eyes. Renge is looking at her phone excitedly.
"I got it! I got it!" she keeps yelling.
"Got what?" I ask. "It better not be a picture of Tamaki and I-"
She shows it to me. Sure enough, it's a picture of Tamaki and I kissing.
"You better keep that picture to yourself," I warn her.
"I will!" she says. She turns away from us and walks back to her platform. "Best day ever!"
I sigh and roll my eyes at her.
"Kyouya," Tamaki says.
"What?"
"Look up."
I look up. He's holding the same mistletoe he had earlier. He smiles at me.
I sigh. "I won't deny the mistletoe this time."
"Good," he says.
We come close again and kiss. 'I love Tamaki so much. I hope that we can keep our secret, and that I never have to lose him. I really hope Renge keeps that picture a secret. I doubt she will though. They do say all good things come to an end. Wait, don't think that way, Kyouya. You and Tamaki will be fine...Won't we?'

A.N. Thank you to my readers for being patient with me. I will have the second installment completed in due time, along with the third. Thank you all for being patient, and I hope you all enjoyed the story. Cheers!