A Matsuri Ouran Harem Special
This story is only a fan fiction of manga/anime Ouran HighSchool Host Club written by me for my dearest friend DesertRose 26. This is a TamaHaru and MoriHaru pairing. Characters and setup blablabla is owned by mangaka of hatori bisco. Thanks for reading my first ever work. Huggles.
P.S: Please be gentle D: I'm an absolute newbie at this nyyaa~
The sun was slowly setting, glazing the streets and buildings in a warm orange hue.
Next to an old run down apartment, a black limo screeches to a stop. Swiftly a man in black got down and opened the passenger seat's door. In what was almost a moment of pause, a group of dazzling young boys dressed in yukatas, no less, got down and gathered in front of the apartment's entrance. Gossips could be heard filling the air, little whispers of "look look it's them again" and "rich people" with several pointing were going around, as to be expected from the neighborhood's ladies.
Suddenly, one from the group, a tall and handsome blond in a darkish blue kimono with graceful swimming goldfishes on them, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
"Hikaru, Kaoru!! Initiate mission Yukata!" commended Tamaki-senpai.
"Yes, mi'lord!" saluted the devilish twins, both in matching green shaded striped yukatas, in perfect synchronization.
Immediately, they headed straight towards the door of the Fujioka's residence, and rang the door bell. The door was opened by none other than, Haruhi Fujioka, in casual brown shorts and round collared white t-shirt, typical. With a straight-faced, the twins dragged Haruhi to her room right before she even managed a word. "Ojamashimasu" went the twins, and shove a paper bag at Haruhi. "Quickly change into these!" instructed the twins as they closed the door and waited for her to get dressed.
While the waiting party downstairs continued waiting, Tamaki-senpai could not help but wonder how his precious "daughter" would look like. He began to be rather impatient and started tapping his fingers together. Slowly his mind wondered and his true intentions and imagination came in play.
They were firstly "alone". Not having as much alone time with Haruhi during club hours has affected his fantasies. The night skies were clad with stars, the two were seated under a tree on a bench, quite high up on a hill, where the breeze was clear and chilly. They were both of course wearing a matching yukata. He imagined them looking up at the stars, happily and cheerfully pointing out what they could see from stars they connected, with Haruhi leaning against him sheltered from the cool breeze. Abruptly a loud BANG! Broke the stillness and gave Haruhi a jolt. A few seconds later a beautiful bright blue and red light illuminated the skies like blooming flowers. Frightened by the sudden loudness she quivered and griped hard onto Tamaki-senpai's yukata. Tamaki with his gallant smile, reached for her and lifted her face so that their eyes would meet. "Haruhi! Don't be afraid. I'll protect you. Look aren't the fireworks pretty?" Tamaki pointed to the almost vanishing specs of light in the sky. Just as Haruhi loosened some of her grip and stared straight at Tamaki, the moment she was about to say something, he was violently shaken back into reality.
He found himself confused and dizzy and eventually realized Honey-senpai sitting on him and shaking him by the shoulders back and forth over and over while going "Tama-chan!! Tama-chan!!". There was a shadow cast upon him and as he had just a glance at whose it was, a sudden flush rose to his cheeks, immediately he slap both his hands on his cheeks and scampered a few meters back.