Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club is the rightful property of Hatori Bisco and all other companies that have a right to possess it in any form. The things I do own are the fic and the verse at the end of the story so please do not steal.
Note: This story is done in the present tense form instead of the usual past tense form. It helps to read between the lines, too. ;D So here's to hoping I did a decent job.
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Clos(ur)e
by Sanguine Ageha
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Two pairs of footsteps echo throughout the spacious but empty corridor, indicating the presence of two individuals. One is going forward, the other heading for the opposite direction. The former is obviously male yet the latter only possesses the attributes of one, for she is a female despite being clad in the boys' uniform of their school.
Their shoulders lightly brush against each other, causing for them to pause in their tracks. Their eyes meet, obsidian clashing with topaz. One look is blank, though this only appears to be so because he is good at covering up his emotions. The other clearly shows surprise at the sudden encounter for she does not expect this.
Time stands still as they look at and look through each other's eyes. They are peering into the windows of one another's souls, trying to figure out the thoughts of their hearts. Verbal exchange becomes unnecessary because for these two individuals, they know that even the minutest glance can convey much more emotion words and sentences greatly lack. It also comes in handy when they want to relay messages to each other to prevent unwanted attention from anyone.
The young man gazes at her, his expression one of contemplation despite the hints of longing in it. She looks levelly at him, silently anticipating for whatever is to come, no matter what the form—a word, a gesture, a body movement, anything.
Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he looks at her for the last time and then walks away. She, on the other hand, waits for a minute or two before turning her head to look at his retreating back.
In the eyes of others the exchange is nothing; that Ohtori Kyouya is just being his stoic self and Fujioka Haruhi isn't mindful of his actions.
But she does mind. He is walking away. And she is allowing him to.
All other signs of emotion in her eyes melt away as a tinge of sadness takes over. An urge to call out his name arises within, to run after him and reach out a hand in hopes of making him look back. And yet she does not move from where she stands, because she reflects on how impulsive her thoughts are for a very realistic person such as herself.
His walking away, it is a sign of acceding to defeat. Her acceptance of this, it is a sign of conceding to the loss.
And the message is clear: he and she are never meant to be.
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Wanting to get to know more about the person you like, wanting to be by the side of the one you like.
You want to get close, but in a world where everything matters, it becomes an unattainable dream.
So it is no wonder why impossible things stay as they are: because closure happens before it is given a chance to begin.
Owari
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My first attempt at the Kyouya x Haruhi pairing. Alas, bizarreness galore. /sighs/ Much is expressed in this piece despite its shortness, I daresay. A second hint I would give is to connect all the elements of the fic—the title, the story, and the verse—to get a clearer picture out of it. I already gave the first hint beforehand. I hope it helps. /crosses fingers/
I am open to whatever constructive criticism you would offer me; nice reviews are appreciated too, of course. Just spare me the flames as they do not help in any shape, way, or form. I hope I did not waste your time if you read up to the end and think it was worthless. But if you enjoyed it, then that's sufficient to make me happy. ;D