A/N: Hello everybody, and welcome to chapter one of "Things not Said" by yours truly. This is my first fanfic ever, so I'd really like some constructive criticism- what am I doing right and how could I improve. But please refrain from doing so if you have no idea what you're talking : I do not own Ouran High School Host club, nor do I have any plans of acquiring it any time in the foreseeable future.

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Kyouya's POV

"Kyouya!" I hear Tamaki shout from across the room. I snap my notebook closed and look up to see the ever-exuberant blonde bounding towards me. My heart starts beating a little faster.

"Yes, Tamaki?" I answer calmly, "What do you want?" He pouts slightly at my uninterested tone, making him appear even cuter than usual. 'No! What am I saying?! Tamaki isn't cute!' I get my thoughts back under control and tune back into what Tamaki is saying.

"…so I was thinking we should have a dance to commemorate the end of the school year!" He smiles at me hopefully.

"No" I reply bluntly, trying not to feel regretful. "We're already over this month's budget, and unless our profits rise by…" I check my notebook quickly, "…thirty seven percent, we won't be able to afford the picnic you had planned for next week."

"But mommy, you promised!" Tamaki whines, tears welling up in his eyes. I avert my gaze and focus all my willpower on not giving in to his request.

"Yes, but that was before you bought that chocolate fountain," I look over to where Hunny is devouring chocolate covered strawberries, with Mori standing protectively over him, napkin in hand. "Or the new television," I steal a glance at Hikaru and Kaoru sitting on the couch with their arms around each other, watching some childish cartoon. My cheeks redden slightly at the thought of me and Tamaki in that position, but I quickly drive that notion from my mind. "Or that dress for Haruhi," I point to the dressing room where Haruhi was currently changing, after much prompting from Tamaki and the twins.

"But those were all necessary purchases," he protests

"Well then they were necessary purchases that put us in debt"

"Could you keep it down over there?" Hikaru calls from the couch.

"Yeah, you guys sound like an old married couple," Kaoru sneaks me a knowing smile from behind Tamaki's back. What is that supposed to mean?! I glare back at him until he turns back to the T.V.

At that moment. Haruhi comes out of the dressing room, wearing a short pink dress with lots of ruffles, to hide the rather unfeminine nature of her body. Tamaki and the twins are immediately by her side, bombarding her with compliments and bone-crushing hugs.

I begin walking towards the door, hoping that just this once I'll be able to stay firm on my answer to Tamaki. I almost make it, but just as I'm about to walk out the door, someone calls my name, and I make the mistake of turning around. I look back to see Tamaki staring at me with pleading eyes.

"Please?" I try to resist, but then he switches tactics and gives me those eyes, the puppy dog eyes, and I'm powerless.

"Fine," I reply reluctantly. "But first, those 'necessary purchases' need to go back and we won't be able to do any of your elaborate themes for a while," He gives me nothing more than a happy bark before turning back to Haruhi and giving her a hug that should have been mine. I groan. How does he always manage to do that? I shake my head in disappointment and wonder what in the world I've gotten myself into.

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A/N: So? What do you think? Should I continue? This is a pretty short chapter, but I'll work on it. I love reviews! Good reviews, bad reviews, reviews telling me to go jump off a bridge (well not really the last one, but you get the idea), they're all welcome. I'll do my best to reply to a review, but I might take a while to get around to it, so be patient.

By the way, if you feel as if you have read this before, but feel that you remember it being by a different author, you probably have. This was originally posted by the account laxgirl122765. That is also me. I removed the story from that account, so I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to post it here. Until next time, I bid you farewell.