Love... Septegon?

Chapter 1: Indirect Orange Juice

Anyways, heluls my peeps. I suddenly wanted to do a bunch of one shots and stuff so yeah... This first chapter goes to If you want a certain type of chapter just submit it as an review. You have to submit it like this:

TamaHaru (A pairing with Haruhi)

Orange Juice (A random word for inspiration.)

And that's basically it. On to the story!

Haruhi Fujioka walked lazily into the music room number 3, her soul starting to seep out of her body. For some reason, no flurry of rose petals hit her face. She looked up, waiting for it. But nothing happened.

Shrugging, she trudged over to the red couch and sat down. It was sooooooooooooo hot. How was she supposed to entertain her guests like this?

Suddenly, she heard a noise from the west side of the room. Furrowing her eyebrows in attention, she cautiously got up and moved to the corner of the huge room.

"Tamaki-senpai?" Haruhi gasped as she looked at Tamaki, sitting on the floor, daintily sipping on a cup full of... orange juice. Oh how she'd kill for something like that right now.

She stared at the cup, as it mocked her silently. Tamaki looked at her, a confused expression spreading onto his face. Her followed her gaze and figured out why she was staring.

She wanted some of course. He made a little smile as he realized this.

But then he asked the stupidest question that could've been asked at that moment besides asking how big her breasts were.

"Want some?"

Haruhi blinked then continued to stare at him like he was an idiot. He gazed back at her, unsure, before deciding to try again.

"Want some, Haruhi?" he repeated.

Haruhi sighed and sat down beside him. "Do you have an extra straw?" she asked as she looked at his hands. "No." he stated. "I can't drink it then."

"Why not?" he asked, getting ready to sport his puppy dog eyes. "That's an indirect kiss,Senpai. Don't be dumb." she replied non-chalantly.

Indirect kiss, huh?

He smiled a bit as he began forming a plan in his head. He turned to her swiftly, but he leaned in a bit too far. And down went his plan... into the toilet. But...

He couldn't have possibly ever had this outcome from success.

Their lips met, and for 3 seconds, Tamaki was in heaven. Suddenly, Haruhi jumped back from surprise. She looked at him, bewildered.

His eyes widened. Had he frightened her? Destroyed her trust completely? Made her...

Hate him?

They continued to gape at each other, both at loss for words. Tamaki looked at her, using all of his willpower as a gentleman to not gawk at her lips.

Just... one more time. Only once more.

Tamaki gazed at her, his one objective clouding his mind. Kiss her. Only once more. Just once.

Slowly he brought his hand up to support her back, pecking her forehead quickly. Melting into those innocent, wavering, scared chocolate orbs one more time he pulled her into an embrace.

He hugged her like he never would again, of course there was that possibility but he didn't want to be pessimistic right now. Then he pulled away reculantly, avoiding her eyes as he lowered his lips onto hers.

Absolutely intoxicating.

Her eyes closed and she turned her body so she didn't have to crane her neck to lean into him. Sweet, so sweet this was.

Her senpai leaned back a bit looking at her hopefully. She opened her eyes, not even believing what had just happened. "Haruhi... I-..."' he started but then drifted off, beginning to stare off into the far north corner of the golden room.

"I'm sorry." He muttered as he dropped his head shamefully. Looking at him, perplexed, Haruhi knitted her eyebrows together in thought. She smiled and spoke softly.

"You taste like orange juice." she commented with a smile and a tilt of her head, obviously trying to cheer him up.

Steadily, Tamaki held her shoulders and pulled her into him, touching their foreheads together. He smiled genuinely and toughed the tip of his nose to hers.

"And you taste like Haruhi. Absolutely delicious."

How'd you like it? Good? Bad? Decent? Please review! Thanks! -Maho