Disclamer:
"Bisco please sell ouran to me?"
"NO!"
"Please?"
"NO!"
"Please, I'll do anything!"
"NEVER!"
"...Well can you at least sell me Tamaki?"
A/n: woahh! I wrote two in one day! This is a surprise even for me ... Well, enjoy!
Story:
Something Sweet
Written by:
Loverly Loving-Fool
"Haru-chan, Haru-chan, will you have some cake with me?" The small blond boy jumped and skipped grabbing the heroin's hands and swinging her around in a circle.
Her body responded to the sudden rotation with a swirling head, and an uneasy feeling deep in her stomach. "Ah, no thank you Hunny-sempi, I told you before, I don't really like sweet things."
"Why not Haru-chan, sweet things are tasty, and they make you feel happy! I love feeling happy! Don't you?" The miniature senior strung the words together hastily, all bunched up together in a single breath, and the speed at which the sentence accelerated did not seem to calm the churning sensation inside the brunettes noggin, but she answered as intelligently as she could.
"Ummm yes…I do…but, sweet things just don't seem to fit my taste."
"But Haru, you like Tama-Chan, don't you?"
The question caught her off guard, she defiantly wasn't expecting that as retaliation, but she tried to reason anyway.
"Well, Hunny-sempi, that's different, Tamaki-sempi is –"
"He makes you happy right?"
Drat, another one. "Well, I suppose, when he isn't sulking in a corner, or growing mushrooms in my storage closet…or trying to get me to wear embarrassing frilly dresses, or unknowingly acting like a rich snob, who feels he must take it upon himself to watch over the poor, impoverished commoner he constantly insists that I am!"
Her sentence gathered speed just as quick as Hunny's had, and she felt irritated and annoyed thinking of all the idiotic things Tamaki had done, or made her do. But for some reason she also felt protected and loved, and she couldn't help but return a little of the love back into the heart of the one from which it came.
Hunny sweat-dropped in response to Haruhi's jumbled retort, and cautiously asked, "Ne, Haru-chan you agree with me then righ –"
"Hunny-sempi, Haruhi, it's time to bid our guests farewell, will you come over here?"
Speak of the devil, Haruhi thought as she followed the bouncing blond over to the group of handsome hosts.
"Hey, Haruhi, what were you talking about," The Host Club King asked apprehensively.
"Oh nothing much," replied Haruhi, with a small smile forming on her lips, "just something sweet."
