Disclaimer: …I disclaim to the world! I don't own Host Club and if I did, I would keep them all to myself and watch the little fangirls cry. :D
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Being rich, Tamaki had found it fairly simple to secure a free hour at twilight in the lovely setting of a fast food restaurant. Fueled with the money of a Suoh, the staff stood ready to make anything the "master" bid, giving Tamaki the cooks and waiters that he desired. And he even got to taste commoner's food! But that wasn't the point. The point was, this tiny fast food place with the lights off and candles set on a tableclothed and clean table made for a very unintimidating and romantic atmosphere for the "date" that Tamaki had been planning between himself and Haruhi for the longest time.
Even the easy going and uncaring Haruhi had found a way to fit Tamaki's dream. By obviously Ranka's means, Haruhi had arrived at the restaurant wearing an adorable and slightly frilly dress, her short hair styled in some fashion so as to look more girly than normal.
They had a lovely time as they ate, Tamaki marveling over the finger food efficiency, and Haruhi smiling and rolling her eyes. When they finished their fattening meals of grease, Tamaki stood, offering his hand to Haruhi. She took the offer, a slight blush crossing her cheeks.
They walked out of the restaurant just as couple started entering, all hand in hand. Haruhi glanced away from Tamaki shyly as he looked down at her. They moved to a bridge set up just for sight seeing. From there they could see the remains of the sun sinking down beneath the surface of the unknown ocean that had appeared there. Haruhi sighed, letting go of Tamaki's hand so that she could lean against a guard, her eyes far away over the ocean for a moment. Tamaki watched her lovingly, his violet gaze gentle. When Haruhi looked back at him, she blushed under his gaze. Tamaki smiled brilliantly in return before leaning on the railing as well, his head thrown back as a breeze caught his hair.
"Haruhi, isn't it beautiful?" Tamaki asked, looking back down at her.
"Yes, Tamaki," she said, looking back at the ocean. Tamaki paused, searching his brain for what he wanted to do, and then he grinned happily.
"Yes, I know what I'll do…" he murmured, tapping his chin proudly. Haruhi looked up once again, a look of confusion on her face.
"Tamaki…?"
"Ah yes, the mood is perfect," he informed her. With all the grace of a rich man, he dropped to one knee, his hands taking one of hers. She blushed again, her eyes widening even farther. "I feel now is the time to ask this important question."
"Tamaki…" Haruhi murmured, her face brilliant in her excitement. He grinned devilishly.
"Fujioka Haruhi, would you take on the name of Suoh and become… my official daughter?"
Silence. The world seemed to stop, and there wasn't a sound from the surrounding area… except for the crickets that began chirping around the couple. And then, laughter reached them. Haruhi and Tamaki turned to see the twins cackling, their laughter forcing the two of them to lean on each other for support. Beside them stood Kyoya, for once, the clipboard not in his hands.
"Your daughter?! Milord, you really are an idiot," the twins spoke in unison, their laughter growing as soon as they finished choking out their comment. Kyoya stepped forward, taking Haruhi's hand from Tamaki's limp grasp. As Kyoya pulled Haruhi in another direction, the twins pounced each messing with the panicking Tamaki.
"Haruhi, I can offer you so much more, please take on my name instead," Kyoya said as he remained standing. Tamaki gasped in horror. His daughter going to another?! No!
"What makes you any better than Tamaki?" Haruhi asked, pulling her hand from Kyoya's grasp.
"Ootori Haruhi sounds much better than Suoh Haruhi… and you can have all the fatty tune you like," Kyoya replied, folding his arms smoothly. Haruhi's face lit up.
"Really?" she asked, her hands going behind her back. Kyoya nodded, his glasses flashing as he moved out of her way, motioning in the direction of a table laden down with more than several platters of fatty tuna. With a smile on her face, she headed for the food, leaving behind a her sobbing and smirking senpais. The twins laughed some more, although, deciding that Tamaki was boring, wound their way around the senpais to annoy Haruhi… or at least take some of her fatty tuna. Tamaki looked to Kyoya with tears in his eyes.
"She doesn't even benefit you!" Tamaki sobbed, burying his head against his knees. Kyoya shook his head.
"That's where you're wrong. In the end, I beat you and I get Haruhi's cuteness all to myself. That's plenty of benefits to justify it all," he replied, his face becoming that of the Shadow King. As he left to join the others by the fatty tuna, Tamaki shifted onto his knees, and, with his final moments on stage, threw his head back, his hands dramatically tossed in either direction; and he screamed.
"NOOOOOOO!!"
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The King continued whimpering as he slept on, his eyes scrunched together as he fought his dreams. The twins laughter struck up once again as they watched his fact, their full concentration on messing with their dreaming King.
"Milord must be having a really bad dream," the twins said in their unison of annoyingness.
"Tama-chan looks like a puppy!" Hunny said from his perch in Mori's arms. Mori nodded his silent consent.
"And then there's Haruhi," Hikaru said as he looked to Haruhi. He didn't dare get close to her face though. While she was smiling happily in her sleep, she was also drooling, a small puddle forming by her squashed cheek against the table. Kyoya scribbled something in his notebook before snapping it closed.
"Right, I'm tired. Leave me alone," Kyoya said, moving away from the group and towards one of the couches. The twins glanced over their shoulders in his direction, their curious expressions growing even more so as Kyoya flopped gracefully onto the couch, his notebook and glasses dropped to the ground. Then they smirked, an idea spreading across the two minds. "And if you dare to try and touch this notebook, remember that I'm blood type AB…" Kyoya said. The twins quickly looked away, their expressions mildly startled.
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A/N: kind of an abrupt ending, but ah well. This one was fun to write the first time and then thankfully easy to edit. The first draft was a wee but too lame…
Tamaki and his terrible dreams… I love imagining him asleep. He always looks exactly like a little puppy in my head. A much better image than when he's awake.
Anyway, enjoy this addition to the series. I wonder who's next… Honestly, I couldn't have been more obvious.
