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Author's note: Thank you all for waiting! I'm so very sorry about the long wait, I can assure you I never meant to go this long in between updates. And thank you all for your reviews…I was only TWO away from having three whole pages of reviews for chapter 10 alone. I nearly squee'd (I lie, I totally did) with glee. Glad a majority of you enjoy my version of obaa-sama and Tamaki's torture.
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For all that Superintendent Suou loved to torment his only son, he also loved the young teen dearly; so when he saw his child leaving the company of his stern mother he quickly made his way to the woman's side to find out just what had occurred.
"Just what are you planning Okaa-sama?" Yuzuru Suou asked of his mother as he came up from behind her.
"I want that young man in our family; your son is just the best means to get him," the head of the Suou family replied simply, watching her grandson as he walked over towards his friends.
"I had no idea you were so approving of same-sex relationships Okaa-sama." Yuzuru would have chuckled if he wasn't so surprised by his mother's plans.
"Just because he won't be marrying a woman of high quality, does not mean he cannot have a mistress, even if he is male. Like father like son after all."
Harry-kun! Are you ready to go? I picked out the most wonderful activities for us to do today!" Tamaki smiled brilliantly at the smaller teen, doing his best not to get lost in those emerald eyes. He was sure that he would never get used to Harry's unique beauty, and was absolutely positive that he never wanted to.
"Sure," Harry muttered with the barest amount of hesitance before he turned to smile at the oldest hosts whom he had been spending time with. "See you later Hani-san, Mori-san."
"Bye bye Harry-kun!" Hani waved enthusiastically, giving his cousin a knowing grin once the two were out of sight. "I'm sure they'll have lots of fun, right Takashi?"
"Aa," Takashi gave the barest of shrugs before taking a sip of the warm green tea in front of him.
"You're not interested in Harry-kun, are you Takashi?" Hani asked after a moment, a semi-serious frown appeared on his normally cherubic face.
"He will be good for Tamaki."
"That doesn't answer the question."
"Aa."
Tamaki dragged/escorted Harry through the crowded halls of Ouran academy, with so many students, parents, and workers there; the normally calm halls were nearly overwhelming. Harry could admit to himself that even at the best of times such crowds normally bothered him, however Tamaki's hand wrapped around his wrist was almost… comforting.
"What do you have in mind first, Tamaki-san?" Harry looked up at the tall blond, hurrying to keep up with his much longer strides only to jerk to a stop in front of a large door clearly labeled 'newsroom'.
"This! Renge-chan told me that she was helping the newspaper club with their image." Tamaki gripped the door handle and grinned at Harry before opening it. "She told me they asked her to help the-."
Anything else Tamaki was going to say was left unspoken as the two peered into the room and looked on with bemusement at the situation before them. Gone was the stacks of never purchased old newspapers, as well as the large cluttered desks; they had disappeared completely and left instead… Umbridge's wet dream, sort of.
Everything was covered in elegant pink and white silk ribbons and taffeta, the once manly room looked more like a powder puff in Harry's mind. White furry carpets were laid out just so, to hide the underlying rug and carefully spaced out around the room were small café-like tables.
"Harry-kun! Tamaki-kun! I'm so glad you could make it! What do you think? It's quite a transformation am I right?" Renge popped up almost out of nowhere, wearing an almost too revealing maid's costume, complete with bonnet and kitty ears.
"It's… definitely different Renge-chan," Tamaki stuttered out, staring fascinated as Akita Komatauzawa, the president of the newspaper club, moved around the room with a seemingly germinate blush on his cheeks while he served his customers in a costume that was very similar to Renge's.
"I just know that these outfits will definitely help get the Newspaper club noticed!" Renge applauded herself happily as she tugged one of the club members over to her side. "As you can see I had these costumes properly sized to fit each man accordingly, although it was difficult finding heels in their size. However, I was not one to be discouraged!"
"I can say with confidence Renge-chan, anyone who sees this won't soon forget it."
"Go Tamaki-san! GO TAMAKI!" Harry winced and ducked his head in a poor attempt to protect his ears from the shrill screams of the girls behind him. After leaving the Newspaper club and briefly checking out the origami club's event; Harry and Tamaki found themselves out on the lawn taking part in an activity co-inspired by the Gardening Club, as well as the Promenade (walking) Club. When the Promenade Club's vice president mentioned to Tamaki they had available some commoner outdoor games the Host King declared they had to take part immediately.
Harry had never taken part in a lot of those 'picnic' style games as a child, but he was fairly sure that the sack race did not involve sacks made of velvet, and he was pretty confident that the spoon-and-egg races back in Surrey (1) did not include solid silver spoons and Faberge eggs (he had heard the eggs were duplicates made to look like the originals, but really that didn't do very much to comfort him).
"I'm almost there Harry-kun! Get ready!" Tamaki called as he ran in a graceful yet awkward manner, jerking from time to time so he could catch the egg as it was about to fall.
Harry loosened the grip on his own spoon and mentally sighed, realizing he was actually going to go through with the game before holding it out towards Tamaki so they could carefully make the switch before Harry was off down the track. One of the few abilities Harry gained during Quidditch was his ability to keep an eye on his target, as well as the world around him as he moved about; so he could easily see the young woman 'sneaking' up on him with her own spoon, and looking hell bent on crashing into him.
Couldn't fangirls come up with something a little more original? It seemed like Tamaki's fangirls couldn't decide whether they hated Harry's presence or not. Maybe it came down to the idea that the more yaoi inclined supported the idea of Harry being Tamaki's 'prince', and the ones who wanted Tamaki for themselves viewed Harry as nothing more than pond scum. At least they were a bit better than Harry's fangirls back in England; he had been furious when he was the scratches and bruises on Hermione's pale skin and nearly had to be restrained from beating the young women who caused them in retaliation.
He dodged past the young woman, hopping over her foot that intended to trip up his own before crossing the finish line, ignoring the cheers of the people around him as Tamaki tackled him with a hug. Harry really didn't know what to think of the Host King, he was annoying, sometimes more excitable than even Sirius, and yet… the blond haired demon was growing on him… just a little.
"You did so well Harry-kun! When Minaki-san stumbled and nearly ran into you I was worried you were going to fall, but you didn't!" Tamaki laughed happily as he squeezed his arms around Harry, frowning only when felt just how thin the young man below him was, as well as the groan that escaped him.
"That's great Tamaki… could you get off now? You're a little heavy," Harry bit back the need to cough, accepting Tamaki's hand and allowing himself to be pulled upwards until he was standing upright again.
"I'm so sorry Harry-kun, are you alright? I can go get the Sensei," Tamaki offered worriedly, but yet he couldn't help the grin that escaped him as he realized Harry had forgotten to include the –san after his name.
"No, no. I'm fine Tamaki-san," Harry gave a smile that came off as more of a wince before shaking himself off, not noticing the small frown of disappointment Tamaki gave. "It's nothing to worry about."
"Well, if you're sure," Tamaki looked over Harry slowly, admiring but also looking for any sign of injury. "Would you like to go get something to eat then? It has been a little while."
"That would be great Tamaki-san -."
"Tamaki."
"What?"
"You don't need to be so formal with me Harry-kun. I would like it if you would just call me Tamaki."
"…Alright then. Tamaki."
Tamaki stared down at his tray for a long moment, barely able to notice exactly what he had grabbed to eat for lunch before he and Harry went and sat down at one of the small café-style tables that littered the lawn for today's events. He lifted his head and watched Harry out of the corner of his eye, studying the young man who seemed to be the biggest contradiction that Tamaki had ever seen. One moment Harry seemed like he was truly getting into things, and the next he seemed to be miles away.
Obaa-sama; just thinking about his grandmother had Tamaki ready to run for cover. He had really no idea of what to make of his conversation with the older woman. He loved his grandmother, truly, probably more than he should based on what others had told him. He was not as ignorant of her distain as he made himself out to be, but he had a feeling her interest in Harry really wouldn't help him in gaining the beauty's heart.
"… A penny for your thoughts?"
"Huh? What? Sorry," Tamaki jerked in his seat, barely stopping himself from falling over before he turned to look over at his table mate and date.
"You seemed to be a million miles away. Are you alright? Or did that mousse do something to offend you?" Harry gave a teasing grin that caught Tamaki's interest in a way that caused him to blush furiously.
"What? Oh no, sorry. I just, I was thinking about something." Tamaki shook his head frantically, trying to dispel those thoughts before he could look to the teen again.
"... Marzipan?" A female voice came from behind them both, causing them to turn in surprise to look at a young woman baring a small silver platter. "We're offering samples to everyone."
"Um, alright." Tamaki glanced over the platter taking a small bear shaped treat for himself, and picked a deep purple rose shaped one for Harry. Harry seemed to be educated in so many things, even in flowers and ingredients based on what he had seen with Nekozawa before. Perhaps Harry understood what the flower Tamaki picked out for him truly meant in the language of flowers.
Purple roses are a symbol of enchantment, and could have the meaning of falling in love at first sight. That the recipient of such a rose has such a deep magnetism and charm made it near impossible for the giver to resist. A purple rose… that Harry just bit a large chunk out of.
"Oh wow," Harry paused after carefully swallowing, staring at the remains of the small treat. "This is delicious. I've never had marzipan before."
"Really?" Tamaki nearly blushed once again at the small smile that played across Harry's lips. "Perhaps we can get some more later."
"I'd like that."
Harry and Tamaki stayed outside for awhile longer, once they had finished their lunches they made their way farther behind the school where reportedly a small petting zoo had been set up by the Animal Appreciation club. There were many of the usual animals: ponies, rabbits, small hamsters, and the like. There were also doves and parrots, even getting a little more exotic with the presence of a small capuchin monkey that was being carefully watched over by its caretaker.
Harry looked over the animals in a semi-distant manner, mostly watching how their interactions with the people around them to see how they were treated. After being exposed to hippogriffs, phoenixes, thestrals, and many of the other magical creatures that Harry had encountered in his lifetime… a cute little black bunny didn't seem to be that impressive
"Pathetic humans…how noisy." Harry jerked his head around as he heard familiar hissing and turned to see a man carrying a large snake, most likely boa constrictor if Harry had to guess. Snakes had always fascinated him, ever since he was a small child and stumbled across a small garden snake when weeding the Dursley's garden. It was only when he was among wizards that he hid his interest in the cold-blooded creatures, and as far as Harry could tell… none but him were in sight.
He gave a glance in Tamaki's direction and saw that the taller teen was thoroughly distracted by a talking macaw so he made his way over to the snake handler, watching with interest as the snake seemed to perk up with just his presence alone.
"He's beautiful," Harry breathed out softly, offering his hand to the snake to allow it to take in his scent.
"You think so? I was surprised they asked me to even bring him. Most people are nervous around snakes, especially ones the size of Loki here." The handler gave Harry a grin that Harry most likely would have found unsettling if he was actually paying attention to the man in front of him.
"May I hold him?" Harry asked with a polite smile, knowing it would be an easy yes as the eight foot snake started creeping up his arm. He nearly pouted as he realized just how heavy the creature that was draping itself over his shoulders was, but even with his small stature he could handle the snake with little difficulty.
"Sure, seems like he likes you," The handler chuckled as he watched the snake interact with Harry, an unreadable expression on his face. "My snake always did have good taste."
Harry frowned a little at the man's choice of phrase before lightly shrugging it off, turning his attention to the snake who was nuzzling its head against his neck. He carefully tilted his head towards the snake and hissed out a quiet greeting.
"You…speak?" The boa asked with interest, tightening his hold a little as he looked up at Harry excitedly.
"Yes. Does your... master treat you well?" Harry whispered, keeping his eye on the handler as he interacted with the snake; the man seemed to be a decent sort of Muggle, but if he abused the snake in any way, he would interfere.
"Yes, lots of mices… croakers too." The snake turned to look at its master as well before laying its head on top of Harry's messy locks. "I can smell my master… he wants to mate with you."
"Excuse me?" Harry sputtered, nearly jerking backwards in surprise before trying to look up at the snake.
"Master wants to mate with you… but he would not be a good mate for speaker, no. Not good for hatchlings." The snake nodded firmly, coiling its tail around Harry's arm.
"Harry-kun! What on earth are you doing with that on you?" Tamaki practically fluttered over, eyeing the snake with a tinge of fear but refused to back down.
"He would be good… good mate… plenty hatchlings." The snake stretched out towards Tamaki, not touching the blond but clearly examining him, and ignoring the scandalized look that appeared on Harry's face.
"I was just… checking it out. I noticed a lot of people were crowding the other animals, so I thought I'd wait my turn with him." Harry turned to the handler, carefully lifting the large snake off his shoulders and returning him to the man.
"Well we should probably get going, the festival is almost over."
"Thank you for coming out with me today Harry-kun," Tamaki smiled as he walked Harry to his family limo, intending to give the young man a ride home as the sun was starting to set.
"Thank you for having me, Tamaki. The festival was a lot more fun than I imagined," Harry laughed as he slipped into the car, scooting in on the seat to give Tamaki room to get in.
"I'm surprised you didn't want to go see Nekozawa-san's event." Tamaki glanced out of the window as the driver started to pull away from the school and head towards Haruhi's part of town.
"He had an event? He told me the club decided not to do anything," Harry pouted, sinking back into the large cushioned seat.
"Apparently it was very last minute. I heard they were performing Bram Stoker's Dracula." Tamaki tried to hide a wince of distaste, but apparently it did not work too well as Harry burst into loud laughter.
"Yeah, that sounds like something Umehito would do," Harry snorted, rubbing his eyes and still grinning. "I bet Reiko-chan talked him into it."
"Harry-kun," Tamaki laid his hand lightly on the dark-haired teen's arm as they pulled up in front of the apartment complex. "Perhaps, if you like…we could do this again sometime?"
"Sure," Harry smiled as he moved away and stepped out of the car. "I would like that. Good night Tamaki."
"Good night Harry-kun."
Author's note: Phew! Finally got that out after a month's wait! Sorry for the delay everyone. Hopefully you enjoyed the first 'official' date between the two.
1. I will fully admit I know nothing about picnic like outdoor games that go on in England. This one is a very common one seen mostly for little kids here in the states, so I figured it could apply here as well.
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