Misery Business

By: Ouranonly

Summary: There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to the matters of the heart.

-Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, First Snow, 1993

Disclaimer: I do not own any character in this little drama of mine.

-Spoilers-

Prologue

'In time we hate that which we often fear' – William Shakespeare

-TAMAKI'S POV-

"Business is completely different of club activities. You can't apply your idealistic thoughts or your sense of justice."

"I know that." I said my voice came off more bitterly than I wanted it to.

Be careful. Your ugly side might show T-a-m-a-k-i.

Ugh!! Stupid Conscience! What does it know anyway?

But remembering my past conversation with my father really made my day. Come to think of it, everyone is right. I really have to think about what I wanted to do in the future. Am I this dumb not to know what I want?

Well… I know what I wanted but it will not do well for the Suou or for me. But is making people happy really that bad?

"You must remember that it is a sad world where feelings don't matter."

"How would that be possible I'm a very expressive person!!" I said to myself jokingly, laughing a little. Flopping myself to the king size bed, I looked at the ceiling with my hands massaging my forehead and murmured softly, "I'm such an expressive person."

Really now? My conscience seems to counter. Troubled, I got up instinctively and my gaze accidentally landed on the counter - more explicitly- the mirror. And came face to face with the most troubled, confused, and guilty individual on earth. Me.

Forehead wrinkled, mouth set into a sarcastic grin and eyes that were always veiled with happiness are now staring at me accursedly, saying, expressive huh?

You're me, stop contradicting! What I said is what I am, and that's what's in my brain and in my heart. My compassion for other people always comes first.

"Oh woe is me! Is my only weakness being compassionate to others? Is this the punishment of being so perfect? Of being such a handsome gentleman, with good manners and high intelligence to boot?" I said woefully to myself and little tears come off my eyes. Oh why did God make me so perfect?

"I want to do a job where I can make a lot of people happy."

"Is that even possible?" I said wonderingly, flopping myself back to the soft cottony bed, unable to watch that torturous image in the mirror anymore.

"Then it's maybe in the Suou family that I can test my own strength."

"Suou, huh?" I murmured softly before closing my eyes and doze off. My mind full of troubles and fear of the future ahead of me. Didn't people say that being rich can solve problems?

Then why am I having lots of it?

-End-

A/N: A little prologue on what Tamaki (I promise this is the only time Tamaki would be like this.) is thinking because after this it's all about Haruhi's POV. And please review; this is my first time in writing Ouran fics so please don't be mean on me. Reviews can definitely move me faster!! HAHAHA!

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