#17 – Loathing
Rating: K - K+
Hatred coupled with disgust.
That's the way she felt towards this new world she'd entered. She felt that feeling of loathing and hatred. It wasn't the people (though at times it did add to it) but rather it was the way this world of money, fashion and sex treated the people.
As she glanced around at the busy office, the snobbish secretary and pristine white carpet, she wondered what was so appealing to this world that people wanted to become a part of. Walking down the lobby, into one of the inner halls, ignoring the questioning gazes of the well-dressed people at their desks, she thought about two certain friends who each, in one way or another, had been affected by this world.
Tamaki Suoh was one, pulled into the world, always working hard to please, never doing what he wanted, separated from those he loved.
All for a good name, the name his birth had tarnished.
Kyoya Ootori, third and youngest son, fighting for his name, struggling against the hold his father and older brothers persisted in having. He was powerless against that vice grip, also always working hard to please, to please his father to show he was worthy of his name.
The name his time of birth seemed to pull him away from.
She loathed it. All of it. The way it pushed and pulled you any way it pleased, leaving you without thought, without choice. It was harsh really, but no one said living in the world was easy.
What was that phrase? It's a jungle out there?
The lion and tiger, the serpent and bear, all fighting for the upper hand, for dominance over the other, and yet they always fought, never stopping, it was a constant thing.
Her loathing quelled though, as she thought about how they weren't lost in that confusing jungle of vines and leaves. They'd made it out, home to a peaceful place to relax, and while dangers sometimes lurked outside of the village, they never strayed from it, protecting those they loved and bringing home their kill, their victory and pride at the end of the day, because they'd won. They succeeded in not becoming too preoccupied in the swings of the claws and the teeth of the beast, they'd concentrated on what was important, and they'd focused their attention on their priorities.
Her loathing vanished completely when focused on that point.
Because they always came back home.
A/N: Part of a 31-Prompt. Haruhi's point of view, obviously. Please R&R! ;)
-Indie