This is my first fanfiction, written by me, Amalie, with a little help from Megumi. It should be noted she ships Tamaki and Haruhi way more than I do. I prefer Kyoya and Haruhi myself. Anyway, without anymore delay by me, I humbly present my story. I hope you like it and if you don't, Flames and flamers will be hunted down and attacked with my giant fire extinguisher.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran Highschool Host Club. Bisco Hatori does. I would try to steal it from her and then I'd own Kyoya, who I would then proceed to lock in my basement forever, but that'd make a lot of people angry at me. Plus it'd be a lot of work.
If I could save a moment forever, it would be this. I'd keep in my mind, perfectly preserved, because I knew a moment like this would never come again. Not for me at least. Haruhi had only accepted my invitation to dance out of politeness. The same went for her accepting all the other host club members' requests at a dance. They may not have guessed, but I knew it was only Tamaki she really wanted to dance with tonight.
Maybe I'm selfish, but I think I've earned the right to be. After all, I'm going to spend the rest of my life watching my best friend be with a girl I loved, no. A girl who had imprinted on my soul and left me changed.
As I spin her around I can see the gears of her mind turning. Is she figuring me out? Does she know? No, there's no possible way. I've spent far too long learning how to build walls for someone to see my most intimate thoughts. Not even Tamaki, my best friend, would come close to guessing. The only reason Hunny guessed my feelings was dumb luck and pure carelessness on my part. I must remember to be more careful in the future. Kyoya Ootori cannot afford to made a fool of like that again.
She really is beautiful tonight. Believe it or not, pink suits Haruhi. It makes her look dainty, graceful, almost like embodied spirit of a cherry blossom tree. It's amazing she managed to pass as a boy for so long. Sometimes the ignorance of the people at Ouran astounds me.
Tamaki is getting restless. He's following us around as we waltz, hissing insults at me. It's amusing and annoying at the same time. But then again, that's a perfect summary of Tamaki's existence.
I allow myself to breathe in this moment one last time. I want to remember everything about Haruhi. The way she smells, the softness of her skin, how nicely her hand fits in mine. If had met her a few years ago, I wouldn't have given a damn about Tamaki's feelings, or anybody else's. I would have made her mine in any way I could. And yet…I'm thankful I'm not that person anymore. Looking back, those years of living in such selfishness and in such a cold calculating manor were meaningless, empty. I've grown since then. I'm still not a good person, but I am better. And it's because of Tamaki, and everyone else here tonight. I owe them this much, to selfless for one night.
So I let her go. She falls into her lover's arms easily, carelessly. Her hand, though it fits well in mine, is custom made for his. Their hearts beat together and I know I could have never made her happy. Not like he could anyway. Not like he will.
I smile sadly and bow before them. For once, I'm almost happy to admit defeat. Almost but not quite. After all, I am an Ootori.