A/N: Ugh, 'bout time I got another one up here. So lazy.
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Nid Hog
Haruhi:
From her own little corner, Haruhi often finds herself watching them
She was NOT poetic and definately not very analytic, something both her father and Tamaki liked to point out, in addition to her lack of love for frills and high heels—but sometimes, she watched the club and thought, even though Tamaki is the self-proclaimed prince of the host club, everyone looked to Kyouya for all the decisions. You'd think for some who is supposed 'royalty', he would call all the shots. Yet the only thing he does is talk, and boy does he talk. But even so, Tamaki is the one that every loves and fawns over, despite his large mouth and lack of responsibility. It was perplexing.
Haruhi leaned back into her chair, stretching her legs out a bit to stop that numbing feeling that was beginning to set in after long hours of sitting still. Club meetings were dreadfully long, especially when it was Tamaki who was doing the talking. Today Tamaki was delivering an impassioned speech on how he wanted only the best for his family and Mommy and that's why they should go on A Commoner's Holiday, especially if it would help them Understand The World Through The Eyes of Certain Commoners. Haruhi sighed and massaged yet another growing headache, and wondered if this was how Kyouya felt all the time. She applauded his patience with hyper blonde.
Kyouya, who was seated across the room, crossed his arms over his chest and lightly tapped his perfectly polished shoes against the perfectly expensive tiles and waited out Tamaki's sparkles, shoujo effects, and dramatic music ( Haruhi wondered where it all came from, maybe Tamaki employed a small army of dust mites to produce them at his every whim…but no, that sounded more like something Renge-chan would do, and even thinking that showed what an influence Tamaki has had on her already), as if it was something he was expecting to experience for the rest of his life and had already grown accustomed to.
Hikaru sliped an arm around Haruhi's shoulder. "Mom and Dad are arguing again," he chirped, as if she couldn't notice for herself.
Kaoru yawned loudly and leaned his head against Hikaru's hand, his arm looping around her other shoulder. "Who do you think will win, Hikaru?"
"Dad, of course," Hikaru replied. Haruhi glanced up in surprise at this. Really now?
"Tamaki?" she asked.
Hikaru and Kaoru shrugged. "Kyouya likes it when our lord begs."
With that cryptic comment, they separated and wandered off, connected through a chain of arms that flung over shoulders when they moved, and legs tangled together when they stopped. Haruhi found herself wondering how well they knew Tamaki and Kyouya, to be so absolutely confident in the outcome.
Tamaki hurled himself at Kyouya in glee. Kyouya caught him and spun him around to face the other direction (Haruhi would have just stepped out of the way), and begun making arrangements, half of which were already complete.
Haruhi resigned herself to another holiday spent with the host club. Honey mused out loud on the qualities of commoner desserts, Mori's lack of replies not fazing him in the slightest.
Haruhi smiled.
Honestly, it wasn't that bad.