A/N: I was bound to do this sometime. I got the idea EONS ago...and got the title from Confession of a Shopaholic. Don't ask. Please.

It's all about deario Tamaki! Um, totally TamaxHaru. I don't know... :/ I'm using the list from .com/blog/33698666/ ! Wow! So...

So. On with the (admittedly crap) show... YAY!


Introduction

Tamaki loved introductions. There was something about them he found magnetic, hypnotic, pulling him back to them again and again. Maybe it was meeting another person, maybe it was the promise of more fun ahead, maybe it was the challenge of more secrets to find out.

Tamaki's introductions were always dramatic and loud, self-centred and flamboyant. But that was just who he was. Like how Mori's had been silent, but trustful. How Hunny's had been pretend but innocent. How Kaoru's and Hikaru's were messed-up, twisted, not-quite-introductions at all. How Kyoya's was a smile and a shake, a friendship to be.

It was Haruhi's who he loved the most. It may seem strange, but the way she just appeared at their door, mistaken for a boy then knocking over the vase... How her introduction hadn't quite been an introduction, how it was just Tamaki repeating her name to her and status. But he liked it that way. How her introduction wasn't, 'Hi, my name is,' but was something he learned over the course of time. And would continue to learn.

Introductions were something special to Tamaki. He kept them deep in his heart, and often reflected how much a person had changed from the introduction. Sometimes he felt an aching pain in his chest, like he was missing something. But then he'd remember Tomorrow, and he'd feel better again. Because maybe tomorrow there'd be more introductions. Maybe tomorrow he'd meet new people. Maybe tomorrow he'd find out more secrets.

More than anything, he loved introducing people to each other. It was like stuffing ten chocolate bars and five Cokes into his mouth, like some sort of instant high. Just the thought of being the person to bring those two people together made him light up inside and grin. It wasn't only just, "You, this is this. You, this," to him. It was details and facts and numbers, and then watching as the two might talk, or laugh, or smile. Maybe they'd get along. He loved that potential.

Introductions. He had one of his own. His was different from the next. His were ever-changing.

Special.

Because, they'd grin, he was special. Grudgingly, tauntingly, sincerely they'd admit it. So special.


A/N: And there we have it. With a...unoriginal/predictable/cheesy ending, whatevs, wrote it ages ago. Have no idea when to update. Am doing this so can a) get my fabby publicity mojo back, and b) I need something to say sorry to my poor In Circumstance babies who haven't seen an update from me in eons (i.e. a few weeks), despite IC being Fruits Basket and this is Host Club...

I'm just so ridiculously genius, aren't I? Oh well. C'est la vie, non?

You tots have to review. Like, honestly ;) Cause you love me THAT MUCH. Don't try to deny it ;)