Replay
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran
"Haruhi, I love you."
Master hung his head, expecting the worst from Haruhi-san's reply.
Instead, she smiled tentatively.
"I … I think I love you too Tamaki." (note – Haruhi has only ever called Tamaki, Tamaki –sempai)
They both blushed furiously.
And with the clumsiness that was the be expected from their first time, they kissed.
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I had seen that scene a hundred times before, replayed over and over again in my mind.
And perhaps this would stay a part of my imagination forever.
Simply rewinding itself and playing again, so many times that I would eventually tire of that small apparition of my imagination and abandon all hope.
But it was maybe one of my greatest wishes – for my master to be happy.
When master was happy, I was too.
When Haruhi-san was happy, master was happy too.
Unfortunately, master didn't know what would make Haruhi-san the happiest person in the world.
And sadly, neither did she.
So perhaps my wish would never be fulfilled.
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"Haruhi, I love you."
Master gazed forlornly at the floor, preparing himself for the very worse.
Instead, she smiled knowingly.
"I know."
Tamaki blushed furiously and even the levelheaded Haruhi-san couldn't keep the small flush of scarlet from her cheeks.
And with the clumsiness that was to be expected from their first time, they kissed.
What?
I hadn't had this dream for months.
Was this simply another replay of that far-away scene in my mind that had chosen to resurface?
Or was this summer heat causing for me to see strange things?
They joined hands, and smiled shyly at each other.
"Ow!"
Kaoru-sama tumbled out from behind the wall.
I could hear Kyouya-sama mutter something underneath his breath.
Hunny-sama giggled and Mori-sama covered his face with his had.
Hikaru-sama looked extremely pale.
Evidently, all of my master's friends had been eavesdropping.
My master's face began to darken with a frightening aura, that until now, I thought could only ever come from Kyouya-sama in the mornings.
Haruhi-san's expression changed dramatically too.
I blinked.
Surely this had never been a part of my imaginings?
Was this a dream?
But this couldn't be a dream …
It lacked the extreme perfection of my dream's happy ending, and I regretted not knowing my master's friends better.
No, this wasn't a dream.
Because no matter how many times I attempted ti replay it inside my head, it failed to produce the beautiful simplicity of the sweet past moments.
It had been real.
I could never replay that moment again.
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(This is a little thing I just added that isn't from Antionette's point of view. Not sure if its meant to be funny though … I'm not experienced at comedies.)
Kyouya smirked and snapped the screen of the digital video camera shut.
Perfect.
This would earn him squillions.
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Sorry about the super late updates and all the ones soon to come! Homework is harsh, but I can't deny it, I've been pretty lazy these days. Anyways, can you dedicate a story to someone who might never actually read it? Ah well, if you ever find this story, its dedicated to you Jess!