2. Living.
T: Part two and having no wish to spoil things I'm jumping in with warnings…potential OOC, though I've tried really hard to keep it out and slight angst though nothing overly EMO! I do not own anything other than the plot, I still morn this fact!
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"How serious are you about this 'daddy' business sempai?" There us a brief moment where Tamaki is completely speechless and then he is sweeping her into a bone crushing hug,
"Haruhi, forgive me, clearly I have not showered you wish enough affection of late.
"From now on you're daddy's number one priority!"
Squashing the impulse to beat some sense into the other she extricates herself from his grasp and, fixing him again in her eyes, she says,
"I believe you have misunderstood the intent of my question, sempai. I did not ask because I doubted that you 'cared' for me, but rather because I wanted to know how deep that care ran."
Tamaki flushes this time and, at last, his host's composure falters just slightly,
"I…that is to say…"
"Do you love me sempai?" The blush vanishes and, his face relaxing again into something other than his host's mask, he replies,
"Yes, with all my heart." Her heart leaps at that and, taking his hand into hers, she remarks.
"I am glad." His fingers tighten, all but imperceptibly about hers and, pulling her closer, he enquires,
"Because you love me also?"
"Yes, with all my heart." As he kisses her she forgets that she is Fujioka Haruhi, strong willed, intelligent scholarship student.
…Forgets that there is the matter of his wealth and her dreams still between them.
…becomes only a woman locked into an intimate moment with the man she loved.
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It'd not been the most peaceful of relationships, the vast difference in their natures meant that there would often be misunderstandings or harsh words between them. Also, it was hard for Tamaki to let go the pity he felt for her 'common' upbringing and for her to display her emotions in the open and care free manner that he so desired.
However, when they weren't fighting, when she was wrapped into the strength of his embrace and he was inhaling the subtle scent of her shampoo…
…in moments such as those everything was perfect and all that truly mattered was that they were together.
With Tamaki's graduation just around the corner such peaceful moments had become few and far between and, desperate to squash the infuriation she felt due to this fact, she'd buried herself deep into her studies.
She'd been working her way through a particularly complex legal argument when she'd been grabbed from either side and dragged, forcefully, into a vacant classroom.
It'd been of little surprise when she'd discovered the identity of her 'kidnappers' and, biting back her anger, she'd enquired,
"What are you two up too?"
"It's a secret." They'd handed her an elegant dress then and, without further explanation, stepped back out into the hall.
Aware that she would now be unable to return to her studies and, curious to see what lay at the heart of this particular scheme, she'd changed into the dress and stepped back out into the hall.
She is greeted, not by the twins, but by the more elegant form of Ootori Kouya, dressed, to her surprise, in the black and white hues of a traditional waiters outfit.
"I don't suppose you wish to tell me what is going on, do you?"
"I have been asked to retain my silence." There is a trace of annoyance in his eyes that she knows well and sighing, she enquires,
"Why can he never do anything without theatrics?"
"A question that I believe we shall never know the answer to." Kouya replies before offering her his arm, "If you would care to follow me."
He leads her to the third music room and, once he has pushed the door open, he announces,
"Welcome, princess."
A circular table for two sits in the middle of the room, its surface, as well as various others about the space, adorned with a single candle that, along with its fellows, adds an extra air of intimacy to the space.
Tamaki is leaning against the edge of the table, the deep navy of the suit he is wearing intensifying the violet of his eyes and making him all the more handsome.
It has been long enough since the last they were together that she feels, suddenly, nervous and, turning her head a little from him, she remarks,
"Good afternoon."
The next she is aware his warm fingers are pushing her chin up in order that he might look her in the eye and, a warm smile on his lips, he enquires,
"Good evening, my fair lady, would you care to grant me the honour of your company?" She accepts with a gentle nod of her head and he guides her, like a true gentleman, into her seat.
She becomes lost, for a while, in the spell of his charm, her infuriation and her worries melting, for the moment, into insignificance.
Their conversation is interrupted, momentarily, by a waiter setting a simple soup before them and, turning her head to thank the man, she is met with Kouya's cool gaze.
Once he has left them alone again she enquired,
"Why is Kouya waiting upon us?"
"You would have become self conscious if I hired someone and so, as I had a want for you to relax, I asked Kouya to help."
"Did you offer him something in payment for his 'services'."
"Yes, but you needn't worry about it." The smile on his face had stopped all further enquiry and, as the afternoon wore on, she soon forgot the matter completely.
Once she had finished her desert Tamaki had reached across the table and, catching hold of her hand, he had said,
"Haruhi, I have loved you for the longest of times, have watched you blossoming into an intelligent young woman and, in doing as such, I have fallen even harder for you.
"I want to spend my life making sure you are happy and, in doing as such, proving how much I care for you." He kisses her hand and, with perfect fluidity, he falls onto one knee, "Fujioka Haruhi, would you grant me the honour of being my wife?" She regards the plain band of gold clutched into his hand for the longest of times then, a smile tugging at her lips, she replies,
"Of course I shall."
She is swept, then, into an enthusiastic kiss and she suffers the treatment a great while before she enquires,
"You've offered to sell Kouya our wedding photos haven't you?"
Her Fiancé smiles innocently and, hugging her tightly he replies,
"Why worry about such things now, love? We have an engagement party to plan!"
It'd be such a shame to spoil his happiness, especially when she felt, at the moment, as though she were walking on air.
Thus she decided to let him have this victory…
..She could always tell him off later, after all.
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T: One more chapter to go and I should get that up tomorrow! Until then R+R.