The Essence of Magic
summary: Upon realizing his affections for Haruhi, Tamaki declares his undying love. Upon rejecting his offer, Haruhi lets slip that she was convinced he was gay. In a misguided attempt (because let's face it, he's a pretty misguided guy) to attain true love Tamaki turns to an unlikely source: the black magic club.
a/n: so, this is going to be a very light piece.(maybe?) I really hope you'll all enjoy it, it will be a chapter fic. Ouran High School Host Club is the property of Hatori Bisco. Who I am not.
Tamaki couldn't say for sure when it had all began.
Only that it had, and that it was continuing, a great water wheel that was spinning rapidly out of control, splashing into the parts of his life that he preferred kept away from the mundane.
He couldn't tell if it was the way she smelled, though of course she smelled like sunshine to him, like vanilla, like anything bright or good in the world.
It might have been in the way she walked, with a slight spring in her step if she was happy, or with dragging feet if he had said something careless or if she was displeased for another reason he couldn't begin to fathom. (Though of course he would try, and only further her agitation.)
Maybe it was the way she looked.
And, oh, the way she looked! Her eyes were like chocolate, warming him whenever they lit upon his face. Her lips rivaled the softness of a flower's petals (this was of course pure imagination, but he didn't care---it must be true). Her cheeks a light peach color, blending so swiftly into cherry should anything happen to fluster her. Her face was white, no, her face was porcelain, and her features were to his sight the most delicate in all the world.
All of this was fact. Solid stone, permanently stamped across his mind.
Haruhi Fujioka was Tamaki Suoh's true love.
She had to be.
It had come as a shock, a realization, some two weeks ago at three in the morning.
But after spending every waking minute confessing his love, and begging her to be his as he was positive she should be, she would only say----to him! To her white prince, her knight in shining armor!---
"Get away from me, you pervert!"
And he couldn't understand it. Who did she expect to end up with, he had asked in indignation. Mori? Mori didn't like girls. Hunny? He was far too young. Kyoya? Well, now, that was practically incest, wasn't it? Kyoya was her mother. And the twins? They were obviously gay. Possibly even together.
In fact, he had gone so far as to complain that he was the only straight man in the Ouran High School Host Club, not to mention its honorable King, and since he was also madly in love with her then it was a match made in heaven.
Tamaki slumped against the wall of the fountain.
Because it had been at that point that the waves had come crashing down.
After that statement Haruhi had looked at him with her mouth (her beautiful mouth!) wide open, her eyes (such a pretty color!) in a state of shock.
"But, of course you're gay, Tamaki," she had said.
"And the rest was history," Tamaki whispered, sparkling tears filling his eyes.
"Pick yourself up," A cool voice commanded. "And don't be an idiot. That happened ten minutes ago, I was standing right there."
"Kyoya! How dare you eavesdrop on such a private conversation between Haruhi and I?!" Tamaki leapt to his feet.
"You were shouting."
"Oh. Well, it was traumatic."
Upon remembering the incident, he forgot his pride and crumpled to the floor once more.
a/n: thank you for reading, I appreciate any and all feedback.