Ouran High School Host Club Drabbles


Whirlwind


Tamaki opened his eyes and the world spun and dipped in a myriad of colours and shapes. A face danced out of his reach while a smile hovered just above his head.

"I think he's awake," Haruhi murmured frankly. Her hand brushed against his forehead in a smooth, crisp motion. Tamaki's eyes followed it, closing briefly when her cool fingers pressed against his skin. "He isn't warm, I don't think he has a fever."

"I didn't think he would react this way," a guilty sounding voice said quietly. "Maybe I shouldn't have come," there was a rustle of fabric and Tamaki opened his eyes again.

His mother stood there, framed by the afternoon light. She wasn't smiling any more, but her eyes were soft and tender when they raked his frame hungrily as if trying to soak up his presence.

"Mother..." Tamaki whispered, one hand reaching out to her. "You're really here," he said, "Here."

Her hand grasped his, then Mother knelt beside him, kissing him on the cheek. "Hello my son."

Moving swiftly, Tamaki reached up and embraced his mother, sniffing away tears even as he grinned widely. "Mother! I've missed you so much."

"I'm here," she said, wrapping her arms around her suddenly beaming son. "I won't let you go again."