LAUNDRY
It wasn't much of a surprise, really.
I mean, he is a rich bastard, after all. Whatever he pleased will be the will of his underlings.
However, one thing Haruhi can't stand is his supposition that she, wife of Kyouya Ootori, is there to pander his every whim and is able to forget her own assertion of human rights just because he says so (and because he came across a friend of his who happened to have, in his possession, three platters of ootoro which he had no need of, and had, inevitably, sent it to Kyouya as a gift. However, that matter is irrelevant).
What happened was (right after Kyouya told Haruhi the tale of why he has three platters of ootoro), he told Haruhi to stop doing the laundry.
There was nothing wrong with that, true; however, Haruhi liked doing the laundry, it gave her something to do, and she told Kyouya so.
Kyouya: But, Haruhi, we have employed maids for such menial tasks.
Haruhi: (quite stubbornly) But I like doing the laundry.
Kyouya: Listen, Haruhi, the media has taken note of this.
Haruhi: (eyes widen)
Kyouya: Haruhi, you aren't anonymous anymore. You're quite a celebrity now. Keep that in mind, for my sake.
Haruhi: Can't I do it secretly? In the dead of night—that's when I'll do the laundry (thoughtful look).
Kyouya: (pause) I won't allow you to lose sleep over the laundry.
He was about to say 'I didn't marry you just to go back to an empty bed.' But he thought better of it. He liked to stick to his cold, impersonal self during petty disagreements such as this.
In the end, of course, his will be done. But he did offer her the three platters of ootoro after she agreed (which led her to think that it was a bait, lure, bribe, etc. which she accepted guiltily but happily).
The next day, after eating all the three platters, she imagined a life of not doing the laundry. For some reason, it made her upset. Sure, it gave her more time to rest from work; it gave her more time to do other things; but, there were very few things she liked to do more than doing the laundry (like eating ootoro). Laundry was relaxation for her, a time to de-stress. And a life without doing the laundry…? Suffice it to say that she was pretty unhappy.
Once or twice the thought of opening a launderette—a high-end one, mind you, for the sole satisfaction of the media and society—drifted through her mind.
A/N
I can't seem to stick with my stories (and I apologize for that). I'm trying my hand at drabbling, perhaps it won't scare away my commitment.
Cheers! (oh, and, please review. That attracts my commitment, I swear)
