Disclaimer: Hatori Bisuko owns Ouran High School Host Club.
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"You're really a good friend too."
The brunette watched as the eyes of the girl in front of her widened and twitched, her hands clutching over her heart, her body freezing almost comically.
For this meeting (she never knew it was a declaration of love), Haruhi was standing in front of the fountain in the south part of their school, instead of sitting in a library or some quiet room of sort where she should be studying.
Haruhi waited for the girl to regain her senses. For some reasons that Haruhi could not identify, almost every girl who talked to her had the tendency to stop their breathing whenever she told them that they were good friends.
Shouldn't one be happy when told that they were good friends?
When she was about to ask the girl if she was okay (the girl stopped breathing, for heaven's sake), the lass regained her composure.
"I-it's okay…" She nodded knowingly. "I understand that hosts like you cannot fall in love…"
Haruhi blinked. They could not?
"That's not true." It was probably one of Tamaki's absurd (she was just being honest) speeches that made the girl think something like that. And what did that had to do about her being a good friend? To tell the truth, most of the rich girls she knew talked randomly.
Remembering that she had some studying to do, she excused herself and trudged towards the building. Her feet had not made it in five steps when the other girl called her. She looked back and waited for what the russet-head had to stay.
"Haruhi-kun…" She gulped, a blush forming on her cheeks. "Does Haruhi-kun like somebody else??"
It seemed like an eternity for the girl as she anticipated Haruhi's answer.
And the brunette simply nodded.
Of course there were other people that she liked. There was the cashier in her favorite shop (that person always gave her freebies), the landlady of their apartment (she did not mind if they pay late), Tamaki's father (for granting her a scholarship), her father (for being her father) … there's actually many people that she liked.
And that 'many people' included the members of the Host Club; she liked them even if all of them were crazy and were damn rich bastards.
Yeah, that meant that she liked Tamaki, too.
With that, Haruhi politely excused herself with a "Ja" and continued on her way, not even having the slightest idea that she had crashed another heart into pieces.
.o w a r i .
While she was walking, Haruhi begun to wonder.
Did she like Tamaki the same way she liked other people?
She thought for a moment before coming up with an answer.
Of course, not.
After all, that blond was different from the cashier, the landlady, his father, her father, the girls, and the rest of the Host Club.
Why so?
Simple.
Because he was Tamaki.
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Amai: O.O I think this was more about Haruhi's personality… but this popped on my head, so I decided to type it anyway… Waaahh! I updated within a week… o-O ohhh… OH! And I read this fiction that I made a year ago (I forgot that I've wrote something like that…) and I was really surprised … OO It somehow resembled Ouran, and there I had a character who was totally like Tamaki…! And I've never heard about Ouran during that time… O.o Here's a little part of that story:
HAMIRU:My eyes have seen the beauty amongst everything, and I had thought that true light had already dawned upon my life... But what I had been believing from the start is nothing but mere illusions that basks my handsome soul from the cruel reality that is in front of me... For I was wrong... (looks up to Kieshey)
KIESHEY:(looks as if he had a heart-attack)
HAMIRU: I was wrong to think that I had everything! But not anymore...Because I've already found the sun to my ice cold life, the flower in the winter of my soul, the water in my deserted love, the lifeboat to my sinking ship of hope, the knob to the door of my closed heart, the missing piece to my puzzled being... (shows off his white teeth) And that is you... my sunshine...(is about to kiss Kieshey's hand)
Sounds like Tama-chan, ne…? XD Uhm, and that's not yaoi… review?
