Kyoya smirked to himself. Tamaki was such an idiot. One moment he was insisting Haruhi dress and act like a girl, and then the next he was insisting she stay a Host. If Kyoya didn't know better, he'd say the blonde was bipolar.
'That reminds me...' The bespectacled Host glanced over at Kea. She was visibly annoyed at Tamaki, though a ghost of amusement still lingered. 'No doubt from that idiot calling me "Mama".' Shaking himself from his thoughts, he sidled up behind her.
Kea sighed as she sensed him behind her. "Yes Kyoya?"
He leaned down, his breath ghosting over the shell of her ear as he spoke. "Do you, have any experience in formal dancing?"
Kea shrugged, crossing her arms. She didn't look at him as she responded. "I took Cotillion as a child."
Kyoya frowned, clasping his hands behind his back. "How long ago was that?"
"Are you implying I'm still a child?"
He chuckled, grabbing one of her arms. He whirled her around, pulling her into the starting position of the waltz. Her eyes were wide as he pulled her to his chest. "Well, you are considered a child until you turn thirteen." He smirked. "You could have taken Cotillion any time before that."
Kea shrugged. "True. I took it for two years, during my fourth and fifth-grade years."
Kyoya did the math in his head. "So that would be four years ago."
"How much of it do you remember?"
"Off the top of my head? Not a thing."
Kyoya smirked, tightening his grip on her waist. "Well then, looks like I'll have to teach you a few things, won't I?"
Kea smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "More like give me a refresher course."
"I can do that too."
"Then let's begin."
"Well then? Shall we start?" Kea nodded. Kyoya moved the arm of the record player, setting it to a slow waltz. "We'll start with the basics." Kyoya pushed up his glasses before extending his right hand to Kea. She placed her left in it, allowing him to pull her close. "Turn your hand like this, so your palm is flush with your partner's."
Kea turned her hand, closing her fingers over the space between his thumb and pointer finger. His fingers closed around the back of her hand.
"Next, put your free hand on your partner's shoulder. Like this." Lifting her right hand, Kyoya placed her hand on the top of his shoulder. "Your partner will then place his hand here, on your hip."
Kea tried not to look flustered when he gripped her hip, pulling her even closer. She mentally shook herself out of it, asking a question to distract herself from his slim, but surprisingly strong fingers gently gripping her hip bone. "How many boys will be present at this ball? Other than you guys of course."
Kyoya shrugged, lifting their entwined hands to halfway in between her shoulder-height and his. "I'm not sure. Only a few, I'd think."
"So what's the purpose of this?"
"We may only hold balls like this every once in a while, but the Ouran is known for holding multiple festivals throughout the year. You may not need these skills tonight, but you will in the future."
Kea nodded. "I see. Well then, what's next?"
"We'll begin with a simple box step. Ready?"
Kea nodded. Kyoya stepped back with his right foot, gently pulling her with him. He couldn't help but allow a small smirk when she instinctively looked down at her feet.
"Keep your eyes up. Look at your partner." Kea glanced up at him, her eyes immediately narrowing at the sight of his smirk. It only grew. 'That's it. If you get irritated, you'll work harder.' "Lose the glare."
"Stop smirking at me."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not." Kea rolled her eyes, huffing softly. "That's not very ladylike." Kyoya chided, almost playfully.
" Den eímai mia kyría."
He sighed as she once again spoke in Greek. "Are you still upset about the costume?"
"Yes. I am."
Kyoya lifted an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Cause it was embarrassing and immodest." Kea sighed, looking to her left. "I don't like showing more skin than absolutely necessary, and that costume was most definitely not."
"I see." Kyoya shifted his hand so his fingers interlaced with Kea's. Surprisingly, she didn't fight it. Instead, she moved her hand on his shoulder so it was cupping the back of his neck. 'So she is more comfortable around people with more covered. Interesting.' "I'll talk to the twins about it."
"What?" Kea blinked up at him. "Really?"
"We can't have you quitting because of the uniform, now can we?"
Kea smirked. "No I guess not. If that happened you'd have to go back to managing everything by yourself."
Kyoya groaned good-naturedly, wrapping his arm around her waist. "How would I ever manage?"
Kea smirked in triumph. "You wouldn't."
Kyoya snorted softly as Kea giggled lightly. When Haruhi and Kanako crossed his vision, Kyoya realized they had continued dancing throughout their conversation. They had even added twirls and a few pace changes, much to his surprise.
Kea noticed. "What is it?"
"I was just wondering if you noticed how advanced we've gotten in your dancing lesson. We've done quite a few turns, if you didn't know."
Kea's eyes widened. She laughed, closing her eyes. Kyoya couldn't help the small, genuine smile that pulled at his lips. He added another twirl, enjoying the sight of her auburn hair, which was held in a ponytail, catch the midday sun, the light glancing off her red highlights.