B/N (beta note)
Hello I am not the author of this story I am just the person who sat around reading it nonstop over and over again to make sure there were no spelling mistakes. We wouldn't be anywhere without me. I am the incorrigible Ayuma-sensei! Respect My Authority!!
A/N (author's note)
I am the author, Names Are Hard; um I don't really have a nickname so it doesn't really matter. The first paragraph was my friend and beta reader Ayuma-sensei; she's not my teacher. Anyway this story is as the title sounds. I'm only going to say this once this is the first story that I have published so far, and I just read my first review, I didn't know how nice they were until I got one so if you've got the time leaving one would be nice. I am going to do mini chapters in between the big chapters and just so everyone knows. I am a Kyouya-phile so he is a pretty big character. For more on this story visit my profile, which I will be editing today. As warning I HATE exclamation points so if I start to forget them just let me know.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is Ouran Host Club; I do own Characters of my own making.
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Tamaki often wondered if Haruhi knew. Sometimes he wonder if she knew about frivolous thing like he did, like were panda's or spectacle bears cuter, if her fathers wig ever got itchy, or if the steamy romance novels written for women were better than the real thing. Other times he wondered if she knew about him, yes his act was who he was, but it was only a small part, he wondered if she knew that he called himself her father to keep himself from yanking her up against him and doing horribly wicked twin-like things to her. Her wondered if she knew that every time she cocked her head to the side he desperately whished that a little red mark would peak out of her collar and be gone again, driving the twins mad.
He wondered if she knew how many times his inner mind theatre had placed her in his bed with nothing but his sheets and Kuma-chan near her. The way his mind would imagine their coming together. He knew that when he finally had her, the first time would be in her space. From then on however, he would keep her in silk, surrounded by his things, and his sent.
At least that's how he wanted it to go, but Tamaki knew that when it comes to Haruhi not everything will go as planned. If he thought about it realistically, she wouldn't agree to coming over to his house every time he wanted to snuggle. No most likely the chances they would have to be together would be fifty, fifty, when her father was going to be away for a time, while his grandmother was away. He knew this and accepted it.
Tamaki wondered if Haruhi new other things about herself too. Like the fact that she only gave him a special smile, or that she was secretly attracted to the moe fangirl idea of there being something more than the father daughter relationship that he professed. He wondered if she knew she held his eyes a few seconds longer that she held anyone else's.
Tamaki also wondered about himself. He wondered why the first time he had seen her, and thought she was a male; his mind had immediately jumped to an image of her in his bed surrounded by roses. He wondered why he was so desirous when it came to Haruhi, at the time he disgusted himself with his own thoughts, which offended the gentleman in him.
There were things Tamaki knew. He knew that Haruhi would be giving him a lot of herself and of her dreams, something she didn't give many people. He knew that she already loved his crazy side, but she would need to get to know the rest of him before they went any further. He knew it would be a slow and painful process, but Tamaki Souh was not a quitter. He knew that when Haruhi discovered that he wasn't all sunshine and smiles she would be surprised. He knew that Hikaru would be a problem and possibly Kyouya; the man never did anything without a reason that would benefit him. Tamaki also knew that whatever tore their little group apart would not keep them apart forever.
There were things Tamaki was afraid of, he was afraid of Haruhi's father. He was afraid that he would never see his mother again. He was afraid that his grandmother wouldn't let him inherit. He was frightened that if his grandmother did let him inherit that she would try to control who he would marry after that, in fact he knew that she would do just that. Then he would have to spend so much more time proving to Haruhi that, again, he was Tamaki before he was a Souh. Tamaki was afraid that even with all his planning, all his Tamaki-ness, his soul, and his heart Haruhi still wouldn't love him, or she would able to fall out of love with him. This one thought scared him the most.
He wasn't afraid of losing Kyouya, he wasn't afraid of the twins becoming his enemies. He was afraid that one day Haruhi would wake up and realize that she could do so much better than him.
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It started with a daisy, and Otoro in her locker, and Tamaki calling her Haruhi instead of daughter for a full day.
For a full day...
Haruhi wasn't really sure what was going on. The daisy, which was not her favorite flower, and the Otoro were most likely something the twins had cooked up to eventually piss of Tamaki; a long and convoluted plan. Aside from his (Tamaki) weird behavior the day had been like every other day with the host club. Kyouya schemed. Raised and lowered her debt depending on his general mood. And possibly was a little flushed. Tamaki kept poking him with the line drawing stick. Kyouya seemed distracted to day, as off in your own world as Kyouya could be… I need to buy more tea.
Haruhi was not one to dwell on many things her mind did not cycle the same things over and over again until she knew and understood them, that is unless it was schoolwork. Very seldom did Haruhi not notice things; she just categorized them wrongly, or dismissed them as unimportant. Only when things had been brought to light by some kind of force, if a lesser force is acted upon by a greater force the greater force will prevail and the lesser force will be changed. Physics…
Haruhi often noticed Tamaki's ridiculous blush, his horrible staring, and painful over exaggerating. However she also noticed his odd almost obsessive attention to detail, the fact that he had the longest fingers of the group, and his quite contemplation of any book he read. She knew that she noticed more things about Tamaki then the other club members. In her mind the fact that she noticed more things about Tamaki was automatically justified by the fact that he was the loudest, most flamboyant, and in your face of them all. He also looked extremely good with glasses on…not that that mattered anyway.
Haruhi noticed that on Wednesdays the twins slept through first period, she always paid a little extra attention in class those days, in case they need to look at her notes. She noticed that Hikaru had lessened his constant touching, and that Kaoru had toned down the lets tease Tono game. She also noticed that they were often sketching and comparing designs. She, on pre-specified dates in time would let them fit her in outfits that they wanted to polish. She knew the twin's mother had started training them for fashion.
As long as the maid didn't come…
She had also gotten better at reading and understanding Mori and Hunny. Even thought they only came to the host club because as Hunny put it "we have no classes at this time, and cake always tastes best with all of your friends around you, ne Haru-chan?" Mori's accompanying "aa" had meant that they missed the club, and most likely the cake. Haruhi became conscious of the fact that Mori would smile at the snow, a little after winter started, she also noticed that sometimes Hunny would have a cake that wasn't from somewhere expensive, one that he refused to share, and one that was already half eaten. She also noticed the day Mori came in smelling like Cyprus trees, and the scent seemed oddly feminine. She figured he had changed shampoo, or something, and perhaps one of Hunny's family members had taken up baking…
Kyouya…really spacey for Kyouya perhaps even less evil…nah… what was there really to say about him or mom as Tamaki put it. He enjoyed games with human pawns; there was nothing he liked better. On the other hand he enjoyed outsmarting his father, and he enjoyed Tamaki's company, he she knew loved his sister, and maybe there was some affection there for her too…Kyouya she noticed, was being, Kyouya, and not Kyouya. The thing was, that she suspected Tamaki had no idea about it, what was making him weird that is. And that worried her. However now she was sure that Kyouya got something intangible from them, he was just too …Kyouya to admit it.
Tamaki, for some reason her thoughts kept returning to him. The fact that over the summer his hair had gotten blonder, yet it was still the same honey color, his eyes were still that royal purple color, or perhaps that now when he looked at her through his third year eyes his lids lowered just the littlest bit. The way he said her name too was different. Everything seemed to be changing when it came to him.
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A/N If you have any questions just ask I will edit the answers in to the author's note.
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