LS7: My first ever… Ouran Host Club fic…YAY! I never seen the anime but I've recently read the manga and it's freaken awesome… I've only read up to vol.6 and I already love the plot and characters(TAMAKIXHARUHI YAY!)

Disclaimer: Nope… Don't own it… Damn it!!

Summary: The words that came from her mouth, hurt me more than anything I've ever felt… Grandmother, am I really that filthy?

Warnings: Takes place during Vol.6 Chapter 25 when Tamaki's grandmother came to the school festival... If you haven't read up to that then, don't read…!

Carry on… and enjoy!

"Don't touch me…! You're filthy…!"

Did I do something wrong? Grandmother… why won't you look at me? Was I a mistake in your eyes…? I don't know what I did but whatever it was…

I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…

No one understands me… People take the rich children and put them in little stereotypes… I hate it.

Rich children are spoiled…

Rich children get whatever they want…

They have no remorse for anyone…

Again I ask What's wrong with me? Grandmother, Why aren't you there for me? Your words, so cold, they pierce my skin and I bleed sadness not blood.

I'm the misunderstood child whose mother is a harlot and is hated and despised by his grandmother…

Why?

I'm the boy who is thought to be a idiot and the happy, flirtatious one who doesn't understand the world around him…

It's a lie…

I'm the boy who loves another for the first time but whose heart was returned… Broken and shattered… No remorse…

Shallow life…

The words that came from her mouth, hurt me more than anything I've ever felt… Grandmother, am I really that filthy? Am I clean on the outside but dirty and rotten on the inside…?

Does everyone see me that way…? Hunny, Mori, Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru… Haruhi, do you all see me like that too?

Am I an eyesore to the world? Is that why mother is truly sick?

Sick of me…? I'm the idiot, I'm the unloved one, I'm the misunderstood one, I'm the filthy one…

The words that came from her mouth, hurt me more than anything I've ever felt…

Grandmother, am I really that filthy?

Am I…?

Am I…?