Flawless.

I'm flawless. Have you seen me? Lustrous tendrils of buttery golden blonde locks like wheat grass waving in the wind; eyes like twin pools of liquid sapphire; I'm the perfect height at six feet, not too tall, and not too short; in short, every physicality of mine is excellent and flawless.

And on top of that, I'm an exceptionally beautiful person, inside and out. Look at all of the aspects of my personality. I'm charming – girls can't help but swoon – I'm rich – that doesn't really need elabouration, does it? – and I'm an exceptionally kind, compassionate, and understanding human being – and I'm sure that you know how rare it is to find someone as beautiful as me with a heart of gold like I have

So… naturally Haruhi would love me… wouldn't she?

No. No, she doesn't. She thinks that I'm – get this – egotistical.

Clearly, I'm not.

…Am I?


A/N: God, I don't even know. I was in my theatre class, I had a project on flaws due the following period, and I was talking to my friend Grace, who also likes Ouran. Anyone from any of my other fandoms would just be far too angsty to turn in for a project, so I wrote a little oneshot/drabble on Tamaki and his apparent flawlessness (*cough*vanity*cough*egotism*cough*). I dunno, for first-person, it seems a bit... well, not detailed enough to be Tamaki, but... going into more detail than I did would have 1) taken longer - and I didn't have the time, and 2) made me gouge my eyes out - I'm really not that big a fan of overly-detailed egotism and vanity ...and yet I find Tamaki endlessly amusing. Go figure. Eh, okay, this note's now longer than the drabble/ficlet/whatever you want to call it, so I'm going to end it here.