A/N: So I'm just making up crap for Tamaki.

Yup. Poor guy gets so much crap from me. Dibby knows. Kassie knows. Shit, I know best of all. I'm warning you, if you cosplay as ANY host (without a costume, mind you.) learn how to duck, evade the police, and keep your pride. All at the same time. I made that mistake once. The handprints refused to come off my face.

And that connects to Tamaki how, you ask. I was running around pretending to be him. THAT IS HOW IT RELATES.

So this was just... I don't even know. But this was originally Mori's sin. Gah. Disaster on wheels.

And I know the word 'justice' is overused. I KNOW.

Inspired by Phoenix Wright and the amazing use of OBJECTION! on Edgeworth's part.

Enjoy.

xoxo

It had barely been a month. A month. Thirty days. And he was completely smitten with her. Whether or not he decided to admit it was a different matter entirely.

They were so different, though. She was little miss lawyer, desperate to live up to what her mother had been. He was the poster boy for flamboyance, floating through life as if it were nothing.

But he didn't care. Tamaki couldn't give a crap how different they were, he just wanted her to be safe and happy, and above all, to like him.

Perhaps even love him.

So he took on what role he thought would be acceptable by society: a paternal, caring, doting friend who just wanted the best for her. Sure it was awkward for a bit, but they were alright with it. It wasn't something that complicated things, rather, it helped hide what everyone really felt.

Enter Renge Housakuji, a girl so like Tamaki, it was almost painful to look at. She twisted the rules, bent them, nearly broke them. And that's when the idea of the lonely prince came in.

He embraced it, wore it easier than underwear... It was a simple role, one he practically lived. It was the only one he could play. But the moment he saw his little pursuer of justice get hurt, he dropped the lonely prince act. He had to become justice. He had to do what was right.

Those boys never saw it coming.

His face was twisted into a fearsome expression, one a prince should never wear. His hatred for those boys had become a very real force. "Tell me what you did to her!" He shouted, not bothering to remember she was trying to hide her gender. The rage had been unleashed. "TELL ME!"

It was his first encounter with something he couldn't control. The way he felt toward those boys... He thought a fair punishment was for them to never return to Ouran. A right punishment was to never let them breathe again. Hurting her...

There needed to be justice for that.

He was two seconds away from smashing their faces into the brick wall they were up against, but a pained cry from her stopped him. They weren't worth it. Not right now.

He had never been so afraid of himself...

A few months later, anger overwhelmed him again. This time, he almost didn't bring proper justice. He almost let those creeps go...

And it kept happening. Over and over and over.

Then... no more. He was going to marry a girl he had known for the entirety of two hours. To keep them safe, to save his mother.

To bring justice.

For once, his wrath had been unleashed quietly. Before, it had been loud, terrifying, anything to keep her safe. Anything to keep her going.

Somehow, out of everything, this was the most unfair. For wrath had clouded his eyes from seeing what real justice was.

xoxo

Another A/N: Why yes, I have mastered the art of duck and cover.

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