A/N: Geez, I suck. I'm serious. I'm still in a writing funk and I've been moody lately. Plus I need to contact the community college and find out about GED prep classes and find a job. And to top it all off, my computer's been all wonky; being filled with viruses and other junk. Joy.

Anyways, thanks so much for all the reviews! You all rock. I promise that I will sit my bum down and finish that Mori/Haruhi piece I'd started awhile ago. That one is completely fresh, meaning no one else has seen it before because I know you guys aren't to fond of reading things I've already posted.

Also, I'm sorry for being so hard on you all about the requests thing. I suppose I should have called them 'prompts' because that's basically what I was asking for. Sorry.

Date Originally Posted: 07/08/06
Title: Like a Vase
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: G
Characters: Haruhi, her fiancé
Pairing: Um… unknown fiancé/Haruhi I suppose
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 561
BETA: Siv
Note: Set in the future.

This is my second entry for Challenge 004: Glass in ouran-flashfic

Like a Vase

Haruhi sank into a nearby chair. She looked around the place she now called home. Everything surrounding her was so elaborate looking and expensive. However, there was one thing that stood out like a sore thumb. It was a simple glass vase that her fiancé had bought on one of his business trips.

Haruhi couldn't help but notice the similarities between the vase and herself. They both had discreet simple curves instead of harp distinct features. There were far prettier vases made of crystal but her fiancé hadn't chosen those.

She glared at the vase that was standing proudly in front of a number of expensive possessions. Haruhi hated that vase. It made her think of how much she didn't fit into this world.

Besides the constant reminders from the vase, Haruhi was becoming very stressed out. Her classes at the university were becoming more intense. Her fiancé's business had become more demanding of him and he was gone on more business trips. Also, the plans for the upcoming wedding were driving her insane. She wanted a small and simple wedding but her friends and family insisted that she and her fiancé have a large extravagant ceremony.

It seemed that problem after problem kept crashing over Haruhi and she was reaching her breaking point. She stood up and marched up to the vase. Grasping the glass object, she sent it crashing down on the floor in front of her. It hit the floor with a satisfying smash and Haruhi couldn't help but grin.

The once whole vase now lay in pieces before her. None of the pieces were the same size or shape. Some were tiny shards while others were modest chunks of glass. It was funny how even when the vase was broken it still reminded Haruhi of herself. All her reasons of stress and problems were like the pieces of glass. Some things were large and obvious while others were small and went almost unnoticed.

Sighing, Haruhi realized that she should clean up the mess before her fiancé came back. No doubt, it would lead to prying questions. She went in search of a broom and dustpan from the closet that stored cleaning supplies. She returned to where she was and knelt to sweep up the mess. After she had swept up the glass she could see, Haruhi ran a hand over the floor lightly. She let out a small cry as a sliver of glass embedded itself in her finger.

Carefully, Haruhi squeezed the shard out and went to run her hand under cold water. She then grabbed a band aid from the medicine chest and wrapped it over her cut. Then she went back to check that all the glass was gone.

When her fiancé came home, Haruhi was pouring over a stack of textbooks and scribbling things down into a notebook. When he greeted her, Haruhi looked up and smiled passively before he went on about a business meeting. Noticing her finger, he absentmindedly asked what had happened. She didn't meet his gaze as she replied that nothing had happened. That she had just gotten a small paper cut.

Her fiancé accepted this answer and went off to his study to work on this month's figures for the company. Haruhi stared off into space trying to tell herself that everything would be alright.

A/N: So, who do you think the fiancé is? I didn't write it with any one person in mind. For all we know, it could be someone who isn't even in the story yet. But Siv and I both think it seemed to be Kyoya. But like I said, there is no right or wrong answer. I just want to know what you think.

Also, I've been thinking about changing my penname. Most likely to something like 'Meri Nicole'. What do you guys think?