Scars
Disclaimer: Konnichi wa minna-san!!! Okay, so this is not a product of Bisco Hattori, but I also do not own the loverly characters that we so love to manipulate (wow, lotta love in that line). Anywho, sit back, relax, and enjoy my one page oneshot of Tama/Haru angst in its finest form. And no…no romance really implied.
They would never fear Tamaki like some deep twisted part of him wanted them to. They would simply laugh off his crazy antics and pretend that he didn't exist.
And Tamaki liked it that way.
Because then, they wouldn't see the scars.
'Thank godness for long sleeves.'Tamaki thinks as he slides the blade across his wrist. At first, no evidence of his deed is visible, but then a thin little line-which is quickly getting darker, thicker, redder appears.
A new scar for his collection.
But it's okay, for he knows his uniform shall hide it.
Tamaki sits in his extravagant marble bathroom and ponders his situation.
The rest of the club would never know the true him. Not Kyoya- his best friend, not the ridiculous Hitachiin twins who were the cause of his "apparent misery".
Not even the ever-perceptive Fujioka Haruhi, whom he just happened to be in love with.
'Ah…Haruhi' he reminisces as he cuts again…and again. It's a crazy thing: love. It saves…or it kills, but no one could save Tamaki now. Even the (practically nonexistent) requited feelings of Haruhi couldn't help him through this.
Still, one could hope…right???
Tamaki keeps cutting late into the night, savoring the feeling of his pain.
Haruhi sees Tamaki. Truly sees him, and she wonders why he puts on a front. Sure, the lovable idiot is intriguing, but what is he hiding? That's what really captures her interest. She watches him sulk after a well placed barb from the twins; she observes him flirt with other girls (thankfully), and yet she can't help but feel like she's missing the bigger picture. Right before they leave, she sees him tug at his sleeve and wince…then smile- a secret, mysterious, and somewhat sadistic smile that no one but she notices.
Haruhi wants to ask, but knows it's not her place. 'Maybe tomorrow.' she thinks and lets it…him go.
Haruhi watches Tamaki depart…never knowing that, for him, tomorrow may never come.
After all…Tamaki hides his scars well.
FiniS