A/N: I actually hand-wrote this one some time ago when I couldn't sleep; which is prolly why it's not a 'plot-driven' drabble but rather a reflective one. Hence the title. I wasn't going to post it, really, but I kinda liked this one and then I was told by Fruiti-chan she would shoot me if I didn't post it. So here it is. Enjoy the angst!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, much like everyone of everything else on this website.
Reflections
He swallowed again, though his mouth was already as dry as her wit. There. He was at it again- everything reminded Hikaru of her. He sat in the Church, listening to the congregation shuffling uncertainly, impatiently- were they longing for it to be over too? Were they here out of politeness? He couldn't bear that. This couldn't be another business meeting. Not this. His mouth was dry, his eyes and hands wet. He fought not to let tears fall, not to let his hands ball into fists. As always, Kaoru was beside him and placed a reassuring hand on his arm.
"Hikaru." He reprimanded, quietly. "She'd want you to smile."
He nodded his agreement, blinked, got hold of himself. Instead, he looked around the somber Church; the long aisle to hold the procession that would not be turned back. And the flowers- they were everywhere. They complimented the event, put their aura into the air- beautiful, like her. Kyouya had done a good job getting them organised. You wouldn't think so, looking at him now, a little flustered,
awkwardly patting his best friend's shoulder in an attempt to calm him.
Yet Tamaki could not contain himself, could not keep still. He could no longer distract himself in organisation and making it perfect, one last time, one final gift.
This was it. Forever.
Mori was there too, stuffed into a suit that seemed uncomfortable, Honey with him. They rarely all got together like this anymore- who would be next?
"I think this is it." Kaoru spoke beside him. No-one else would have noticed the catch in his voice, but Hikaru did. Kaoru was almost as good at covering it, hiding it, as Kyouya and Mori. But Hikaru knew. He knew how all their hearts were being ripped to pieces and stamped on. He knew.
The congregation stood to receive the wedding procession.
There she was, Haruhi, at the end of Church with her dad. Beautiful. Tamaki, the one who had beaten them all, almost choked when he saw her. He smiled. She smiled.
And Hikaru's pained smile became a true one. He knew he had been beaten, fair and square. He loved Haruhi, they all did- and she had chosen Tamaki. He'd never seen two such ridiculously happy people. He was close friends with him. He loved her. And so, what else could he do?
He wished them every happiness.
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A/N: Dedicated to all those, like me, who can't decide who to root for in the race for Haruhi's heart. XD Poor old Hikaru. Still, at least he's showing some acceptance at the end, right? And why am I talking about it like I didn't write it? Meh. Hope you enjoyed!