YAAAAY! This is my contribution to Lit's Halloween Prompt Challenge on the Ouran forum SHINE. We were given 31 word prompts and we have to write a story for each, and I'm doing mine on Tamaki x Haruhi. I'll be posting these in groups of four or five prompts a chapter until I'm finished 8D

Username: Meikyou
Pairing: TamaHaru
Squad: Brown


1: Pumpkin

"Haruhi!" Tamaki bit his lip, puzzling over the bright orange surface of the vegetable in front of him. "I don't know how to do this!" he declared dramatically, holding the knife in one hand and gesturing with it like it was a wand. Haruhi winced, sure he was going to end up cutting himself. He was never as cautious as he should be, and it irked her.

"Stop waving that knife around," she instructed. "You're going to put your eye out," she didn't care that she sounded like an old man… the important thing was that he didn't get hurt, especially not because of something this stupid.

"Oh…" this didn't seem to have occurred to him before now, and yet again she was amazed by his dense nature. She sighed as she watched him frown at the vegetable again. "So, I carve the face into it myself? And what do I do with all this?" he asked, picking up a handful of the goo inside the pumpkin and looking distressed. "Am I supposed to eat it?" he sounded horrified by this prospect.

"No," she told him, just wishing that he would calm down and listen. "You take out all that goo and put it on the newspaper, and yes, you carve the face yourself. Be careful with the knife when you're cutting it; it's sharp."

"I've never done this before," Tamaki sounded enchanted as he stuck his knife into the surface of the pumpkin and began to carve delicately but inexpertly, cutting out what looked like an eye. He looked up at her. "This is fun. You're going to help, aren't you? I wouldn't want to keep it all to myself."

"Okay," Haruhi decided to appease him, picking up a knife for herself and moving into place beside him. By the end of the evening they were covered in pumpkin juice and Tamaki had cut his finger, but Haruhi couldn't help but think that this was the most fun she had had in such a long time.

2: Black

"Sempai, are you wearing makeup?"

She had good reason to ask, of course. Tamaki's lashes were a deep, charcoal black. They fanned out and looked surprisingly long in all their sudden, much too feminine splendor. He looked frighteningly good with the new feminine quality

"What?" he looked utterly confused for a moment, and then the realization dawned on him. He brushed a fingertip lightly across his lashes and chuckled softly. "I was trying on some costumes for the Halloween ball, and one of them involved makeup. I guess I must have forgotten to wash it off!" his voice was jovial, and unlike anyone else if they had been in the situation, he showed not a hint of embarrassment. The black lashes fluttered a he blinked. Such a rich, appealing black.

"Um… Tamaki-sempai?" Haruhi couldn't stop herself from asking, though she knew it was foolish.

"Yes?"

"Um… what costume was that makeup for?"

"Oh, this?" he asked her casually, gesturing to the sultry black lashes. "A French maid!"

Haruhi nearly fainted.

3: Spellcraft

There was something magical about this time of year, and it never failed to thrill Tamaki. He moved happily around the edge of the stage toward where Nekozawa was standing, looking out of place in the festive room with his black cloak and wig.

"Nekozawa-sempai, I just wanted to say thank you again for agreeing to do this demonstration!" he said as he approached him, and Nekozawa jumped at the unexpected voice.

"It's no problem," he assured him with even a hint of excitement coloring his voice, and Tamaki smiled happily, clapping his hands together.

"Brilliant! It's going to be wonderful for our customers to experience a bit of magic this close to Halloween… it will get everyone in the spirit!" he leaned in a bit closer after he said this, his voice lowering a bit. "And I was wondering if I could maybe give you a special request?"

"Fine," Nekozawa answered with a nod. "This is all your plan, anyway. I wouldn't mind at all."

"Spelendid!" Tamaki clapped his hands together once more. "I was hoping maybe you could do some sort of…" he blushed slightly. "Temporary love spell, or something to that effect?"

"Love spell?" Haruhi asked from somewhere barely a foot away from them. Tamaki shrieked in surprise, not having noticed her there before. "What's that all about?"

"Nothing, nothing! Never mind!" Tamaki said, laughing sheepishly as he ushered a flailing Nekozawa away. "Nothing at all!"

4: Blood

There was fake blood everywhere.

As hard as Tamaki tried to get in the spirit and find it festive, he couldn't see it as anything but ghoulish. She shivered slightly at the sight of it drizzled over the white tablecloth of the buffet table and on the walls amid the colorfully decorated ghosts and spiders. As unmanly as it was, Tamaki absolutely abhorred blood. It made him feel faint. He leaned against the table for support, only to find that his hand rested in fake blood.

"Urk!" he did his bets to wipe it off on a napkin.

"Are you okay, Tamaki-sempai?" Haruhi asked him with genuine concern in her voice. He looked up to find her standing beside him, wearing a headband with a pair of bobbling pumpkins attached that the twins had no doubt forced onto her head. "You look a little queasy."

"Fine, fine," he told her brightly, straightening up and shivering slightly before giving his 'daughter' an amiable grin. "You don't need to worry about daddy!" he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow and continued to beam at her, though he swayed a bit.

"Hey, milord," said a sudden voice from behind him, and Hikaru (or Kaoru) popped up and waved a tissue-paper ghost in his face. Tamaki jumped slightly.

"Lovely party, isn't it?" Kaoru (or Hikaru) asked, giving him a slightly evil smirk.

"Yes, it is!" Tamaki did his best to hide his current state. "It's going just splendidly," he stared at the two, trying in vain to tell them apart as they exchanged a knowing glance.

"Well, it would be," said Hikaru (Kaoru?) forlornly, hanging his head. "Except for the fact that--" he lifted his shirt to reveal a grisly fake wound, complete with fake intestines and goopy, oozing blood. "I'm dying!"

"Augh…" Tamaki swayed and fell backward, falling on top of Haruhi. With a slight squeak, the two toppled to the ground. Sitting up, Tamaki quickly offered Haruhi his hand to help her up. "I'm sorry!" he wailed apologetically. "I didn't mean to do that, really!"

"I know," Haruhi took his hand, though she didn't put much weight on it as she climbed to her feet. "Don't worry about it," she gave him a gentle smile. "Everyone's afraid of something."


I'll post the next set soon!