Well, I got more reviews than I was expecting. So here's chapter two! I hope it's to everyone's standards.
Updated: 10/17/2014
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I'm sure she'll like this; it's not flashy like everything else the twins or Tamaki have tried to give her, but this is from the heart. This is something that will show that I know her, know what she likes…
"~Takashi~!" Mori looked as Honey ran up to him and catapulted onto his shoulders. "Did you ever find a gift for ~Haru-chan~?" Honey asked, eyes wide and innocent. Mori just nodded before he turned and started taking them towards the Third Music Room. "Host Club doesn't start for another hour ~Takashi. Why are you going there now?"
"Drop off," is all he said, but Honey understood. When they reached the Third Music Room, he hopped off of Mori's shoulders and stood back.
"I'll let you do this." Mori nodded and hesitantly opened the door to the music room before stepping in, glad to see it was empty still. He found a small side table, sure Haruhi (or someone) would pass it and see what he left. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a small parcel and placed it onto the table. With a deep breath, he turned and left the room, and the box, behind.
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When Haruhi entered the Third Music Room, the rest of the hosts were already there; Hikaru and Kaoru were off to the side, whispering about something and looking at something; Kyoya was sitting a desk, tapping away on his laptop; Honey and Mori were sitting a table, Honey eating and Mori reading; and Tamaki was…
Coming right for her.
"THERE'S MY PRECIOUS HARUHI!" He cried, running towards her, arms extended. She braced herself for the impact, which nearly knocked her off her feet as he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her hair. "MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER. DADDY MISSSSSSSSED YOU!"
"Will you let go of me now?" she deadpanned before struggling. "AND YOU'RE NOT MY DAD! I ALREADY HAVE ONE OF THOSE AND TRUST ME I DON'T NEED ANOTHER ONE!" Tamaki fell to the ground then, gripping onto her legs and crying.
"MOMMY! Haruhi doesn't like me anymore."
"And whose fault would that be?" Kyoya muttered, not even looking towards the chaos that reigned in the room.
"Yo boss-"
"Let her go."
"She's got a present!" the twins chorused together, holding the small box in their hands. Tamaki moved away from Haruhi and to the box, looking at it.
"It could be poisonous, or DEADLY! I will open it on your behalf my beloved daughter."
"You touch it and I will never let you near me again." Tamaki stopped, hand an inch from the box; he looked at Haruhi, who was staring at him with such a deadly look he melted to the floor, withering and sobbing. She just sighed and moved to get the box from the twins, who handed it over willingly – they knew not to mess with her when she had that look on her face. Haruhi looked at the small box and found herself smiling before she pocketed it.
"Wait! Aren't you-"
"Going to open it?"
"With you two and his highness down there in here? No thanks," she said, turning and making her way to the back part of the room. Even though she didn't look back, she could still tell that the twins had joined Tamaki on the floor in withering sadness.
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Once the guests had left, Haruhi excused herself to the changing room, where the boys knew not to bother her. With a happy sigh – both to be alone and to be away from the madness – she pulled the box out of her pocket and looked at it. It was wrapped in plain, light blue paper – a color she was quite fond of herself. It had a small white ribbon tied onto it too. Carefully, she removed the ribbon and pocketed it, keeping it for later. Next, she slowly removed the paper, which she found was cooler to the touch the more she opened it.
When she finally got the paper all the way off, she felt her heart swell and then constrict with emotion.
It was a box of fresh-picked strawberries; plump, red, ripe strawberries.
Just like she liked.
And on top of the box was a note. Setting down her gift, she flicked open the note and began to read.
'Haruhi,
I know how much you like these, and I hope these are good. Thank you for being you.'
That's all it said; it had a signature, but it was a scribbled mess, meant for her to not be able to make out she suspected.
But, one thing Haruhi had learned forced into Host-ery, was the other host's handwriting.
She had a feeling she knew who gave this to her.
She would have to thank him sometime.
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Mori and Honey were on their way to their homes when Honey piped up, bouncing in his seat.
"Do you think ~Haru-chan~ liked it?!"
"Hopefully," Mori said, face clear of all emotion as usual; except his eyes. Honey could read those really well. They showed the hope and nervousness Mori was feeling at that moment.
"Don't worry ~Takashi~! ~Haru-chan~ will love it! Did you tell her it was from you?"
"No."
"Oh ~Takashi," Honey said, scooting to where he could climb into the taller male's lap. "How can she know you ~love~ her if you don't tell her?"
"Not love."
"~Takashi~!"
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Haruhi was sitting at her desk at home, pen hovering over a blank piece of paper. She was trying to write her thank you note, but couldn't find the right words. She plucked a strawberry from the bowl next to her – the same strawberries she had received earlier- and munched on it, face scrunched up in concentration.
She looked at the ribbon, the plain white ribbon that had been on the small box that contained her strawberries, and picked it up, letting the silky fabric of it twist between her fingers.
Maybe she just needed to thank them in person.
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So… I hope this one was just as good.
Thanks for reading!
-JustMe133