Seven Deadly High School Hosts

by Moth's-Song

so this is just a collection of short, unrelated drabbles that my mind came up with and wouldn't let me rest until i got them down in ink...or whatever the computer uses :/ there really aren't enough of 7 deadly sins ouran style, so here's hoping there's more in the future! i know some are unexpected, but that is kind of the point. it is what i see when i read/watch ouran.

4. Pride

a/n still no ownership for me.

Chapter 4. Pride.

He was the best. Everyone knew, everyone.

He was the best martial artist, the best boy-lolita, the best Host, even. He was the funniest, the cutest, just the bestest.

So the thought of Haruhi not picking him had never even occurred to Honey. However, not only did she not pick him, she actually turned him down, rejected him. Him! Inconceivable!

He glared holes into Kaoru's back as the ginger haired boy laughed at something, with what was rightfully his, Honey's, curled up reading on his lap. Honey couldn't understand it. He squeezed his hands into fists, mindless of the brittle china he held. He cried out in pain when said teacup smashed, china splinters impaling themselves in his hand. He whimpered quietly and was immediately surrounded by adoring Host Club members and cooing, swooning girls. Why couldn't Haruhi be like this?

The girl in question was suddenly kneeling beside him, taking his hand, dripping blood, into bother of her own.

"This may hurt, kay?" she warned him with serious chocolate eyes. He nodded, discretely biting down on his lip. Then, quickly and with an adorable grimace, she plucked out every shard that she could find in his hand, before wiping the few treacherous tears that escaped with her finger, blowing on the hand that was still weeping blood, and kissed his forehead before walking away again. He watched her retreating figure, and thought almost bitterly that she couldn't be like his fan girls because she was like that, like herself, and that was what he loved.

So he sat, deep in thought, alternating between his Haru-chan (and she would be his!) and how he was the bravest, bestest loli-shota there was and letting his fan girls swoon all over him, because he was also the cutest, handsomest loli-shota too.

And as his Haru-chan walked off with Kaoru, Hikaru trailing along not far behind, Honey watched. He watched Haruhi, the girl who was rightfully his, walk away with someone else. But he was not worried, it was of no matter. He was Mitsukuni Honinozuka, the best martial artist, best Host, the bravest, cutest, funniest, handsomest boy Lolita there was, and he wasn't afraid to let people know it. So soon, Haruhi would be his, would be begging to be his. It was only natural. Haruhi was the best, and so she would want the best, and the best was Honey. Besides, Honey deserved the best too, Haruhi should be his.

For a moment, his eyes glowed deep ethereal purple.

so lust is next. bet you cant guess who it is! reviews would be nice!