AN: This short story revolves around Honey-sempai *squish squish*, the idiot king Tamaki and our lovely herione, Haruhi. Enjoy, dozo :)
Disclaimer: Bisco Hatori (still! dammit.)
II. Wise Honey
Haruhi had her good days and bad days with the Host Club. Regrettably, today happened to be one of the bad days. While the female population of the academy hankered to be in the paws of the Host Club members, Haruhi would rather confine herself in a cupboard if she had such an option. How the clientele could not grasp that the Host Club was in effect- a troupe of kooky characters- left her beyond puzzled. She poured herself another cup of tea and struggled to think about other affairs which exclude Tamaki (or tono- my lord, as he would like to be recognized) and his narcissistic prattling which lasted a tad longer than usual this morning. Yes, that was a nuisance. Haruhi rubbed her temples with two fingers, hoping the headache will succumb by doing this. No, the aftermath of the Host Club president's ostentatious blathering, singing and dancing is still in effect. The 'natural rookie' could definitely use a sleeping pill at this very moment.
"HARU-CHAN!" The sound of a child's voice is always pleasant to hear. However, it depended on the words that are being uttered, and no one- was allowed to call her by 'Haru-chan'. Even her own father once made an effort, but was only given her infamous death glare – and never again did the name cross his lips. Dagger eyes worked in Haruhi's favor every single time, but…it didn't frighten Honey the slightest.
"Ah…Honey-sempai…" Her voice waned. After all, she was in a crabby disposition and merely wished to be left alone with her tea. (Earl grey always knew how to cheer her up.) On the other hand, Honey-sempai could be somewhat oblivious to her peevishness, as he habitually ignored the flaws of others as well- Haruhi often dared wonder how he copes with Tamaki's flamboyant (and sometimes, bipolar) behavior along with the twin's zany conspiracies.
Large, innocent pools of chocolate-brown blinked. "Dessert?" He shoved a plate full of lemon madeleines in her face. "Bunny already ate his piece, and I'm too full to finish…" he pulled a puppy-dog face before setting the plate down before her.
"Maybe not today, Honey-sempai. I'm tired and am not really in the mood to eat something sweet." Haruhi cracked a half-smile and prayed the gods will take mercy on her. Honey's dark side was something she by no means wished to meet again.
To her surprise, the blonde boy nodded as if he understood. "It's OK, Haru-chan. You've had a long day-" he paused, as if deliberating whether to continue. "And don't worry; Tama-chan is still in love with you! He was just sidetracked with the Host Club portraits we received today. Ano…Kyoya claims those photos will make us even richer! And that means we'll have leftover funds to use for our skiing trip in Hokkaido!" His eyes glistened with euphoria.
Honey carried on babbling animatedly but Haruhi muted the rest of his words. For one, she was still in shock in relation to the one sentence Honey had expressed. Don't worry, Tama-chan is still in love with you? Does that mean the others believed she had a crush on him? She shivered at the thought of her having feelings for that- that- insufferable king. No, surely she still possessed the dignity to like someone philanthropic, modest, reserved and well, normal. Tamaki-sempai was none of those things.
"…and we can go to the top of the mountains and have sled races all the way down! Doesn't that sound fun, Haru-chan?"
Before she could reply Honey, the doors of the music room were whirled open and a lanky prince sauntered in with a splitting grin, his arms wide open. "Haruhi, my daughter! Papa's back!"
Her cheeks unexpectedly felt warmer than usual and every so often Haruhi just wished Honey wasn't so damned perceptive about these things.
::ende::