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[It's actually sketched into the journal before he even realizes he's doing it.

When Kyouya notices what he's done, he shakes his head a little.]

It seems I've finally gotten homesick.

[Not that he hasn't been since the first. Having Tamaki and Kaoru here helped, certainly, but he'd spent enough time alone, before they'd come, that he'd gotten homesick. For Ouran, for the city, for his friends.

Not necessarily his family. He could do without them -- except Fuyumi.]

As of today, those of us who've been here from the beginning have been here for 100 days.

(ooc note: original artwork from here.)

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[A few moments after the image was seen from everyone's journals, steady steps started running towards Kyouya's bedroom.

Of course he's very worried about his bestfriend being homesick, but something had to be said about that art work. So in a quick instant the door leading to Kyouya's cabin was pushed open with a bright smile from their ships captain.]

Kyouya!!!

[The little cabin was, at least, comfortable. Not nearly enough so, no, but it would do. A small place to work, keep the ship's books straight, so he could lay out the expenses.]

Yes, Tamaki?

[For his tone, he might have been sitting at his desk in the Music Room.

But he looked totally ill-suited for that. A hundred days without professionally trimming his hair, without fancy products, without his designer clothes, baking in the sun, exposed to the elements. And now wearing more than a few layers to try and banish the ever-creeping cold.

A cold, he'd quickly realized, that was as unnatural as the fog had been two months ago.]

I saw you're... you're drawing!!! [He said entering the room with some non-glamorous sheets draped all over his body.] W-what is it?!?!

[He closed the door to prevent any more cold air from coming in. Evidently, the prince of sunshine was not happy with this incredibly cold weather.]

The top of a torii.

[He's going to stare a moment, Tamaki. Potentially contemplating throwing something at you for even needing to ask that. Because he's been a tour guide way too many times.

If Tamaki had failed to notice what was outside the shrines he'd taken him to, he might have to hit him.]

[Tamaki clutches his body and marches in place.] A torii? I see it now! Sounds...s-sounds very traditional!

[Tamaki is now shivering like crazy.] It's very cold.. isn't it?

[As Tamaki talks, Kyouya adds a few lines, indicating the lines of the legs of the gateway. Nothing much, not really attending to the details, but setting it off a bit.

At the question, he sighs.]

Extremely.

Even candles don't feel warm.

More magic, I assume. To what end, though? What good does freezing us, do?

I dunno... its really cold Mommy!

[While Kyouya added those lines, he'll notice that Tamaki was inching closer towards his first mate. A few moments later, he's already leaning to Kyouya, hoping to share some of his warmth.]

[Kyouya looked over his shoulder, frowning slightly. He was realizing now how selfish it had been to want his friends. Probably why he hadn't spent much time really thinking about wanting them here.

Because they were safer at Ouran. There, the worst cold was a temporary malfunction of the heater.]

I know it is. I don't know what to suggest. Bundling up doesn't work.

Kyou..ya...[Tamaki wouldn't know what to do if he was alone in a situation like this. Sure it was selfish of Tamaki, but he really needed his friends, most especially Kyouya by his side in situations like this. He placed both arms instinctively around Kyouya because he was really cold and couldn't take it any longer.]

....[Kyouya wasn't cold at all was he? Tamaki did not know why but Kyouya was very warm. Was it the candles in his cabin?] Ne, Kyouya..you're warm.

Hn?

[A soft, curious sound as Tamaki's arms draped over him. Not a gesture he minded, certainly. Not wholly common, but also not foreign. Tamaki was the type. Affectionate in his friendship and very demonstrative. Different than anything Kyouya had ever known. And it... was nice.

Nicer, still, as he realized what Tamaki was saying. It was warmer. Experimentally, Kyouya raised his empty hand -- which had been quite cold holding his pen -- and set it over one of Tamaki's.

It was warm. The thought made his fingers curl around the hand a bit as he glanced up at Tamaki.]

Very interesting.

Mhmm!!

[Tamaki did not really understand how Kyouya was able to keep warm all this time. But he was not prepared to let Kyouya go right now. He was incredibly warm, and when Kyouya touched Tamaki's hand, a wave of unadulterated warmth washed over the host club king.

In fact, he further pulled Kyouya towards him.]

How did you manage to stay so warm?

[Kyouya closed his eyes briefly, considering it for a moment. A very general warmth, like he was sitting in front of a fire. And a more concentrated one at his hand, where he held onto Tamaki's.]

I was freezing a moment ago.

[His voice is ever quiet as his eyes open, and he leans a bit back in his chair. He'd deny doing it if asked, but the heat is too tempting. Which is, of course, the entire reason. At least that's what he'll claim.]

[When asked, Tamaki will openly talk about this new found revelation. In fact, he will be very proud to tell everyone that it was this small show of affection that gave him warmth. Though he does not fully understand how he feels about Kyouya, all he knows is that he can't live without Kyouya's help and support.. specially his friendship.]

But you're so warm now. And holding you like this makes me feel so warm.

[Three years of friendship can improve a person vastly, but they can't unwrite nearly fourteen years of being told to stand alone and stand back. Affection is a different world than he really knows. But as long as it's being given and there's no one but he and Tamaki around, Kyouya won't even pretend to protest.

It's nothing but friendly, he knows. He knows how the fairy tale ends. What happens when -- what had Kaoru called it? the spell on the carriage? is broken -- things finally change. He has his role to play, and it's as a friend and confidant, an adviser and protector.

Which is why he can let himself enjoy it, even if it doesn't show more than a faint pull of his lips toward something like a smile. And why he flattens his palm against the back of Tamaki's hand.]

We did think it must be magic, this cold. Sunlight ended the last one; this must respond to touch.

[Tamaki's eyes pulled wide open at those words, though he did not allow Kyouya to leave his arms. Maybe Tamaki was being a coward and blaming this all on lack of warmth, but he did not wish to let go of Kyouya. More than just warmth, having Kyouya in his arms felt... good.]

So do you mean for as long as I cling to you like this, I won't be cold anymore?

It seems to be working at present.

[Which is reason enough for him to stay where he is. Normally, he'd have shrugged Tamaki off by now, telling him he was interrupting his work. Kept some of those walls between them, subtle though they were. But with the cold and this seeming to work...

It was a good excuse.

He reaches back, nearly putting his hand on Tamaki's cheek. Instead, his hand settles sort of against Tamaki's neck. A little less intimate. Though not something he'll let himself do again. At least Tamaki will overlook it.]

[Tamaki closed his eyes as he placed his head on Kyouya's slender yet strong shoulders. His blonde hair nuzzling against Kyouya's neck.

For a few moments, he was silent and he was peaceful. Until a thought suddenly disturbed his peace.]

Does this mean I have to eat, drink and sleep with you to keep myself warm?

We'd probably all benefit from eating together. Close proximity seems to help. Not as much as touch, but some.

[Though Kyouya can stand a few hours of the cold. After all, they probably can't be together all the time.

But he does give an ever so slight smile as he glanced over at Tamaki and shrugged lightly. Not enough to disturb Tamaki's head on it.]

Wouldn't be the first time we had a sleepover.

We need to tell our crew then!

[He said a bit excited. But not quite letting his excitement pull parts of his body away from Kyouya.

And again, Kyouya sends Tamaki happy thoughts as his Inner Mind Theathre pictures a sleep over with all his crewmates. Sharing stories, playing truth or dare and just laughing the night away.]

We'll all sleep in one room and have so much fun~!!!

We can use one of the cabins. So there's not a lot of open space to try and keep warm, too.

[Four of them to keep each other warm. Not difficult, really, with the Host Club usual proceedings. Keep Karen close to them and be at their most charming.]

If you tell them, I can fix us something to eat. I think I can manage a stew for us, at least.

Oh that's a brilliant idea! I'll make sure to tell all of them then!

[It shouldn't be difficult at all. Three hosts and a Princess. Sounds like a fairy tale in the Captain's mind.]

Mommy will cook?? MOMMY WILL COOK?

Yes, I will cook.

[Nope. He is not going to let himself fall into the "Mommy" and "Daddy" role, even if his tone is light and a bit warm.]

It won't be great, but I can manage something edible, at least.

[He doesn't sincerely want her here, but the thought comes in his mind anyway. Why isn't Haruhi here? She could actually cook for them... and teach him how to properly cook. Because at this rate, one of them needs to learn.

...He's been here too long when he starts thinking like that. Damn.]

Oh Mommy!!!

[He excitedly nuzzles Kyouya. The image of his family coming together in one table that was set by Kyouya himself. The joy and happiness Tamaki felt was simply hard to contain.]

That would be the best Mommy!!!! Daddy would eat anything Mommy cooks!

[Some how Tamaki missed Haruhi and Hikaru. They really needed their family complete with their children.]

[So damn affectionate.

And yet, he can't manage to do anything but chuckle under his breath. Because this is Tamaki's idea of a family. Sure, he rolls his eyes at it, but... That's what the Host Club is, isn't it?

It's their family. Neither of them have anything like it boast about. They don't need to always get along. They can drive each other insane. And yet... At least there's feeling to it. Not like in his house. Where it's more like sharing space with strangers.

Maybe that's why he's not in any rush to leave Tamaki's arms. It's stupid, but it's nice to pretend.]

Stew shouldn't be too hard.

Be careful about saying things like that. You might be contagious.

[Like homesickness is an actual disease ha ha ha ha she should shut up and get back to unspecified work.]

I hardly think I'm the first one to feel it.

[He can think of at least one other on their crew who is definitely homesick, at least for a certain person.]

Some may be able to handle it more easily without reminders.

[Not referring to any particular person such as herself. Not at all. Nosiree.]

And what should be done for the some who may be able to handle it better by talking about it, rather than ignoring it?

[He doesn't care one way or another, but. Homesick, cold... no reason not to play Devil's Advocate.]

They can talk about it among themselves, but they shouldn't go around inflicting their misery on others.

[There's a pause before the next part appears. Oh, no, she's going to try to be funny.]

Sort of a quarantine.

[Was... was there even a joke there?]

So, how should they figure out who the others are they should talk about it with?

They could make arrangements via the third group: those who are pleased to be here.

Those, I must confess, I don't understand.

Well, not everyone was in a good situation before. If my world had been overrun by zombies or something, I might consider this an improvement.

Really? I cannot believe it's been that long already.

It feels like longer to me.

Clearly.

For what it's worth, that's a very nice sketch. What do you think the chances are of us finding something like that, here?

A torii? It's hard to say. There are some things from other worlds here, so I suppose a Shinto temple might be here. Or something that resembles it.

We may have to sail quite a long way to get to find a country similar to ours. Unless I missed something, there aren't any traces of Japanese or otherwise Asian cultures around the isles.

I agree, which is why it's hard to say if we ever will or not.

Of course.

Where in Japan did you say you were from, again?

Tokyo.

Have you heard of Mitakihara City?

I haven't.

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