The
blonde quietly strode down the halls of the Ouran Academy. He neared
the familiar door. The Third music room, here, most of his precious
memories of his 'daughter' were made here. a small smile adorned that
beautiful face, that had entranced and made the girls of Ouran blush
just seeing it.Oh how he had missed the place. He opened the door
with ease, but this time rose petals did not come out. He walked in,
glancing around. The room was exactly like it had been since the Host
club had left at graduation, except that all the furniture was
covered with cloth so that they wouldn't get dusty. He knew he was
early, but that didn't matter to him. He started to uncover the plush
furniture, where so many young girls had been
entertained.
"Senpai?"
Tamaki was too indulged to
hear the voice. His hand rested in his pocket where there was a small
bulge. This was his father's idea, and yet it made his heart beat
fast. How would he ask her? Would she say yes? Or would she turn him
down and say yes to Kyouya? He shook his head. No, she would not be
happy with Kyouya.
"Senpai?"The voice came again. So he
hadn't imagined it. He turned to find her.Haruhi Fujioka.
But she
didn't look like the Haruhi he once knew. True, the Host club got
together every summer and he had seen her change.But this was a shock
to him. Her hair was to her shoulders, more of a bob then what it had
once been when she was younger or in the Host club. Her shirt was
light pink and the sleeves stopped at her elbows, and she wore a knee
length, flowy black skirt. He could feel his cheeks getting warm.
After all these years she was as cute as ever.
"You're
early" she finally said still waiting for him to say something. She
noticed that he had not changed much since their high school days.
The same hair style and length, of course he had grown a few more
inches, but he was the same Tamaki she had known from high school.
"I
know but I just wanted..to...um.."he studdered out, his face
turning pink. she smiled at him, and asked," wanted to what?".
"Haruhi..."he
looked down at the ground, finding sudden interest in his shoes. he
was a host, able to say sweet, charming things easily. and yet he was
at a lose of words around her.
"yes?" she promted, gently
placing her hand on the crook of his arm. His face turned red.
this
is father's idea he reminded
himself. Tamaki took a deep breath in and slowly let it
out.
"Haruhi..."he got down on one knee and took out
the mysterious object. which turned out to be a small box. he opened
it, his face turning redder by the second. the small box held a
ring."Haruhi...will you marry me?" he finally got out.
her
cheeks turned pink." Tamaki...I...don't know what to say" she
answered. she watched him stand up." I guess I should have expected
that you would have said no..I mean you usually call me an idiot
anyway" he said, with a look of disappointment on his face. he
turned to walk away. there was still an hour until the rest of the
Host club arrived, so that was enough time to cover up Haruhi's
rejection. "Tamaki-senpai..I didn't say...no, did I?"she
finally said. his face instantly brightened. he looked back at her, a
huge smile on his face.Haruhi merely smiled at him, as he slipped the
ring onto her finger.her face turned slightly redder than before, as
he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. she
slipped her arms under his and around his back.
"they fought
you know" Tamaki whispered into her ear.
"who fought?"
she questioned.
"Kyouya's father and mine...they fought over
who's son would be married to you" he answered, holding her
closer.
"Tamaki-senpai..."
"but Kyouya could
never love you like I do...Haruhi"he added.
in response, she
held him closer, a small smile on her face.
Happy endings do come
true...once in awhile...when you least expect it.
:The End:
