Chapter 1
Story Title: Love Isn't Practical
Pairings: KyoxHaru; MorixHaru; TamaxHaru(?)
Disclaimer: Bisco Hatori owns Ouran, not me.
It's been a year now since we first started dating. Secretly, of course, though I'm sure Renge and her followers wouldn't mind if they discovered our "moe" relationship. But Kyouya had insisted that it was kept under wraps, so our less moe-inclined customers don't desert the club.
Actually, it's been exactly a year. Today is our anniversary; exactly one year since he came up to me and told me he loved me. He did. Tamaki. Fear and apprehension and anxiety, but most of all, wanting and affection in his violet eyes. I guess the Prince and the Pauper were actually meant for each other.
I wonder if he remembered about today. I almost forgot too; the only reason I remembered was because of the twins. They hauled me off as soon as I stepped onto school grounds, insisting that I wear something "special" for Tamaki. It included bunny ears. Honestly, some things never change.
I managed to scrape some cookies together during home economics class, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind. It was after school, and I was on my way to the third music room, passing through the courtyard when I heard a giggle behind the bushes.
And Tamaki's voice.
Probably doing some off-site hosting. He's just trying to get new customers. I tried to calm my nerves. I peeked behind the hedges, careful so I wouldn't be seen.
They were sitting on a wooden bench, though the seat was patterned in gold-leaf and way too extravagant, like everything in this rich-kid school. He was whispering to her, and the girl was staring almost hypnotically into his eyes.
I breathed a silent sigh of relief. It was off-site hosting after all. I turned to go.
Then. He. Kissed. Her.
That day Tamaki confessed his love, he told me he had never kissed a girl. He flirted with them at every moment, but that was just part of being a host. He promised me that if I loved him back, his lips were mine and mine only. I couldn't believe that on the same day, exactly one year later, he would break his promise.
At first I couldn't understand. He hadn't acted any differently recently. Why now? But it was completely logical. He had always wanted a girl who would walk on beaches with him, someone who was more feminine. Someone who wasn't me. That was always his type, wasn't it? He just realized his mistake a little too late. His shomin obsession was only temporary, lasting only as long as the love he proclaimed to feel for me.
I knew it would be practical if stepped in right now and ended our relationship in a calm, mature manner. Well, maybe being with Tamaki has rubbed off on me, because I don't do the practical thing. Instead, I run, my feet pounding the pavement to the beat of my broken heart.
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Inside, up the stairs through the window of the third music room, five pairs of eyes watch the scene below them.
A/N: Oh? What's this? A cliffhanger? Could this terrible author actually have the guts to write a multi-chapter story? But really, if you do like it, please say so, because I don't want to write something no one reads. Oh yes, and I put a question mark next to the Tama/Haru pairing because I'm leaving it up to the readers to vote if they want it there. I can make him come back groveling. (And the Tamaki fans are planning to murder me now...)