Kyouya Otori (
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For Tamaki:
It says a lot, probably, that it's just about half an hour after dawn when Kyouya appears on deck. He hasn't been sleeping, and it shows. Then again, he's been keeping to himself since their argument, nursing his wounds and trying to figure out how to bridge the silence.
But he knows none of the others are likely to be awake yet. Only Tamaki.
Who, thankfully, is up. And looking out to sea.
So, Kyouya walks over to him, silent as he leans against the rail. There's a lot to say, a lot to do, but he knows most of it won't come. So, instead, he puts his hand beside Tamaki's. Pinkie to pinkie, side to side. The faintest of touches. He won't do more. He'll leave that to Tamaki. Either to walk away or to take his hand.
His voice is very low, almost exhausted, as he offers:]
My mother and father never fought. At least, we never saw them fight. My father's word was law.
So... I don't know what I'm suppposed to do now.
[He knows he should apologize. But... he's as stubborn as Tamaki here. Neither of them think they're wrong. Why should they pretend they do?
He's just tired of this silence. Of this isolation.
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After his talk with Tamaki, Kyouya goes below and uses a small blade to afix something to the door of Haruhi's bunk.
It's a drawing, left for her and easily seen by others.
For the rest of the day, he can actually be found around the ship, up on deck, rather than hidden away in his cabin, only appearing for meals.]
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Around sunset, Kyouya is on deck with his journal. He opens the book and writes in it.]
141 days.
Almost five months.
At least the witch is dead. Just in time, too, for the next wave of newcomers, which I'm sure will happen soon. Like clockwork, almost.
Hopefully we'll hear from Dog. She missed her usual day, but sometimes she does.
-Otori
For Tamaki:
It says a lot, probably, that it's just about half an hour after dawn when Kyouya appears on deck. He hasn't been sleeping, and it shows. Then again, he's been keeping to himself since their argument, nursing his wounds and trying to figure out how to bridge the silence.
But he knows none of the others are likely to be awake yet. Only Tamaki.
Who, thankfully, is up. And looking out to sea.
So, Kyouya walks over to him, silent as he leans against the rail. There's a lot to say, a lot to do, but he knows most of it won't come. So, instead, he puts his hand beside Tamaki's. Pinkie to pinkie, side to side. The faintest of touches. He won't do more. He'll leave that to Tamaki. Either to walk away or to take his hand.
His voice is very low, almost exhausted, as he offers:]
My mother and father never fought. At least, we never saw them fight. My father's word was law.
So... I don't know what I'm suppposed to do now.
[He knows he should apologize. But... he's as stubborn as Tamaki here. Neither of them think they're wrong. Why should they pretend they do?
He's just tired of this silence. Of this isolation.
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After his talk with Tamaki, Kyouya goes below and uses a small blade to afix something to the door of Haruhi's bunk.
It's a drawing, left for her and easily seen by others.
For the rest of the day, he can actually be found around the ship, up on deck, rather than hidden away in his cabin, only appearing for meals.]
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Around sunset, Kyouya is on deck with his journal. He opens the book and writes in it.]
141 days.
Almost five months.
At least the witch is dead. Just in time, too, for the next wave of newcomers, which I'm sure will happen soon. Like clockwork, almost.
Hopefully we'll hear from Dog. She missed her usual day, but sometimes she does.
-Otori
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When he turned to speak the man, he kept his head and eyes down. His voice,as usual, was soft.]
Hello, Mister Kyouya. I know the Nav should work again tomorrow. Were you planning on sending me back to my ship with it?
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[The people he missed, people he knew, people he cared about.
Kyouya glanced to the side, looking at the kid, the bucket, and the brush. He gave a slight sigh, shaking his head.]
You don't have to worry about painting today.
[A pause. A slight breath. Let it out.
Then:]
You've done a good job. The rails look good.
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[Link shifted his feet in a short, but awkward, silence, before he spoke again.]
I don't want to go back home yet. I want to go to Isla Empieza. Will the Antoinette be going back there soon?
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[His gaze goes back out at the ocean. He doesn't know how to do this. But the best he can do is pretend this is normal, natural.]
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He frowned more, lifting his left hand and obviously counting on his fingers.
At this rate it would take him a month to get the the fairy island instead of just a couple week's travel. If he used the Nav to get there, he could cut his time down, but he'd have to ask Tojiko and Futo to use the Nav on the Murderess, which the Captain might not agree to.
Link sighed. He'd have to risk it.]
May I please use the Nav tomorrow when it's usable again to go to Isla Empieza?
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[The words aren't quite as distant as they would have been a day or two ago. He and Tamaki have... settled with each other a bit. It isn't all Paradise. It never is, never will be.
But it's better now.]
Do you know of another ship there to go to? [The kid might not know, after all, and Kyouya would rather offer warning now:] The one in Backwater Brig can only send someone out, you can't transport in through it.
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...just not any that he personally knew and could be confident would be okay with him showing up all of a sudden.
He shook his head, dropping it in embarrassment.]
No. I think all the ones I know went to fight the witch.
[Which meant he had to deal with a broken leg for a lot longer than he wanted to or thought was fair.]
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Right now, since it was just him, Tamaki was free to let his cheerful shell rest for a bit. There were simply too many things going through his mind right at this moment. One of which is the fear that his best friend would never talk to him ever again.
But then he was surprised with the sudden touch that graced his skin. Instinctively, he pulled his pinkie away to raise his hand a bit, and place it on top of Kyouya's hand.]
Kyouya~
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Hey.
[Quiet, controlled.
Penitent.
He offered a glance from the side over to Tamaki, trying to smile just a little bit.]
How old was I when we met?
[It's something of a stupid question, but he has a point to make. A point that hurts, something that aches deep inside. But it's what he can do, what he can try to use to smooth things over. To make Tamaki understand at least a little.]
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I think you were 14...
[Inserting a little humor to the conversation.]
Then again, Asians look a lot younger than their real age.
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That's what you're working against.
Fourteen years.
[He can't meet Tamaki's humor. It's all he can do to keep himself talking. Not to scream, not to shut himself off, not to shut Tamaki out. So he keeps his voice low and his head bowed.]
I... was alone. For fourteen years. You...
You're good, Tamaki, but you can't work miracles. You can't fix fourteen years in two.
[Fix. Piece together something broken. Piece together several somethings that were extremely broken. Nearly shattered. He'd taken something worthless and made it feel valued. The third son of the Otori family, the bastard son of the Suoh family. They were both nothing to their families, so... they'd made something else. Their own family, their own world, somewhere they both mattered.
Even if he sometimes wasn't good at handling it.]
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I will never leave you. I know it hurts...I'm trying...
[He's silent for a few moments before he speaks once more.]
..but you have to allow me. When it hurts, tell me. When you're troubled I'm here for you. I will never judge you, but please make me understand...Talk to me.
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[He has to swallow hard to say it, and his fingers tighten around Tamaki's hand. Because that's what he's got. He has Tamaki. Even if everything else falls apart around him, he has Tamaki.
Thank God he has Tamaki.]
I don't want to. I'm trying.
But I'm going to disappoint you.
[He sighs a little, shaking his head. One more statement. One more confession.]
It's not his approval I want.
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I'm not your father. I don't expect you to try to be something you're not. All I expect is for you to be yourself. For you to smile when you're genuinely happy, and for you to kick me out of your room when you're angry for when I wake you up too early.
Cause that's who you are. And that's the person I like most in the world to spend afternoons with talking about anything under the sun.
[That next statement catches Tamaki off guard.]
Then who's?
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[It's a very quiet reply, ignoring the question. Sooner or later, Tamaki will know the answer. He'll have to figure it out himself. He'll have to realize who it is that matters so, so much to him now. See that he would only defy his father for someone who mattered more.
His hand gives Tamaki's a squeeze.]
You know how small the twins' world is. They make no secret of it. You forced your way in and... it's starting to expand.
Mine isn't that different.
[It was hard to talk about. Hard to expose himself. But he would do it. Even just a bit.]
I'm learning, Tamaki. That all those walls I built to protect me... keep people out and do as much harm as good.
But it's not something that comes easily. So what... seems obvious to you? Being myself? Showing what I feel? That's... completely different than I grew up doing.
It's... going to take time. There are things I'm... going to shut you out on. Because I don't know what else to do. Because doing anything else is...
...Is too terrifying right now.
But I'm trying. Just...
[Another squeeze. Every word hurt, threatened to choke him.]
Just bear with me, okay?
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This is how she likes to remember everyone definitely. After tucking the drawing into a safe place, she begins her search for the artist. Once she spots him, she hurries up to him, smiling warmly.]
You did an amazing job! I wish I could frame it!
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Thank you.
Our group is... rather distinct.
[Which was, really, the best way to describe them. Very distinct personalities. Each with their own strengths, weaknesses, and secrets.]
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Are you alright? [The question is sincere. She doesn't want to pry, but they're all they have on this ship. If Kyouya is having problems, he should talk about them with someone.]
You seem...down.
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[He wasn't. Not for that time. Neither of them were, he or Tamaki. The whole ship probably knew that. Understood that 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' were fighting.
But it was in the past now. At least for now. There'd be others, he knew. Especially in this situation.]
Of course, never know what tomorrow will bring around here.
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I think things will work out. This world... [Exhaling, she glances out at the sea.] We could learn a lot from it if we let it teach us.
I've experienced extremes before. Nothing like this, but my upbringing was very different from yours or Tamaki's or anyone else's from the Host Club. I feel like that has prepared me better, so if I can help...
[She shrugs and trails off.]
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[Because, well, all of them know. There's no reason to deny what's happened between the two of them.
Which wasn't to discount the difference in Haruhi's upbringing. But he also wasn't going to let her assume that the Host Club were all cut from the same cloth. The only two who were similar were the eldest members.
He shrugged his shoulders slightly.]
I'm hoping we'll get a couple quiet weeks.
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[While she respects Kyouya's independence, she also worries that it's doing more ill than good.]
Will that really fix anything? I can see it helping, but the problems will still be there.
[Yes, she is blunt. Yet she wants the best for them. She wants them to smile like Kyouya had drawn them.]
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[It's simple. He can admit to rash behavior, even if he can't be proud of it.]
Because we're both stubborn. We dug our heels in.
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