Title: Servants
Author: Crimson.Time
Rating: G
Genre: General
Characters: The Suoh's Servants
Summary: What they feel
Disclaimer: Ouran is not mine

They all love him. The new ones, the not so new ones, the veterans, and the olds.

The new ones are always the most fanciful. Love in their eyes, clear as the day. The love story of a lifetime. With big dreams and expectations. Hoping to catch his eyes, be his special someone. Raise their stature in life. Some started out subtle, the naturally shy ones and the cunning ones, a slight fluttering of the eyelashes, demure little smiles, blushing cheeks and clumsiness all abound.

Cinderella and Prince Charming.

It does not take long to discover that he did not quite get their little hints, if at all. Some, the more clever ones, gave up then and there. They have learnt, his personality. The older ones knowing looks, pitying. Them. But, most did not stop there. Most changed their tactic. Aggressive this time around. Tripping down the staircase, pretend, and holding tightly to his arm, body flushed against his, cocky smiles, and bold words. The older ones thought them a disgrace. Let them be.

For time came, they learn.

Then there are the not so new ones that still could not quite give up on their dreams. Looking at him from afar, hands a flutter, heart a thumps, sigh dreamily. Hoping that he would smile their way. Hoping that he would one day discovers his true love in them. A gentle word and a little praise and they are flustering, blushing, squealing. It would be the talk of the day. They are content though, to simply watch him.

Let him go.

There are also the veterans. The ones that have been with him since he was a child. The proud ones, with arrogance in the tilt of their heads, proud that they grew up together, proud that they are the one who watched him growing up, proud that they had a hand in helping that sweet little boy grew into a sweeter young man. When he smiles at them, jokes and hugs, they could not quite keep that proud tilt, eyes brighten, tears just a little bit, smile threatening to break through, hands clammy. They nod.

He is their little master.

The ones who love him most are the old ones. Old when he was but a child, older now that he is a young man. They look at him with a sad little feeling in their heart, remember that little boy with that sweet sweet smile, soon have to face life. They were strict with him, wishing that they could teach him enough, hoping that they are wise enough. If they could, kept him secure in their brittle arms. Warm cocoons. Live life, together. Never bitter, but.

Time passes by.

They all love him. The new ones, the not so new ones, the veterans, and the olds.

Author's Note: Done for OuranContest's Drabble Challenge 18/ "Servant". First time writing an Ouran fan fiction. First time writing a fiction in a long while as a matter of fact. The style is a bit of a mess... Please do review. Constructive comments are always welcome