A/N:Yes, it's been awhile. Sorry. Stuff happens. Like… ending up in a hospital, losing your job, being sick from medicine, babysitting, and so on. We've all got lives. Anyways, this one is pretty crappy. It's bad. I admit it whole heartedly. I have some other ideas for stuff but I just can't get them out of my head and down on paper/on the computer. I'm sorry! But I'm working on it!

Date Originally Posted: 2/9/07
Title: His Galatea
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: G
Characters: None mentioned by name
Pairing: You choose.
Spoilers: Uh… none
Word Count: 591 (including the little mythology bit)
BETA: None.
Note: I didn't specify names so that why you could interpret it anyway you wanted. Okay?

Disclaimer: Uh, Ouran isn't mine. I suppose the female in this story is though since I didn't base her off any of the usual Ouran characters.

There once was a man named Pygmalion. He hated women. He swore that he would never marry because his art was all he needed. Pygmalion worked on a sculpture with all his heart and soul. Ironically this sculpture was that of a woman.

As time went on, he fell in love with his beautiful statue. He would bring treasures to her. He would lavish her with gifts of fine cloth to drape around her. Pygmalion liked to how his beloved in his arms or even give her a gentle kiss. He would wish for her to respond but she remained a cold, lifeless, sculpture.

Venus saw all this from Mount Olympus. She was interested by this mortal. So when Pygmalion brought a gift on the feast day of Venus. He prayed that he may find a maiden like his statue. Venus made the fire leap three times.

Pygmalion was hopeful that Venus had heard this prayer and would grant his wish. He went to his state and caressed her. To his surprise, her skin turned soft. So he gave her a lingering kiss and her lips softened beneath his. Upon catching her wrist, he felt the blood running though her veins.

The two went off and were married.

And Pygmalion named his perfect love, Galatea.

She stared out the window gazing upon the large estate that she shared with her husband. She should have been happy. She should have been content. But of course she wasn't.

Her husband wasn't the type to cheat. For one, that would have been a risk to damage his business. Her husband had promised to love and take care of her for all her life. But in their marriage vows, it mentioned nothing about not loving another.

When they were first married, she chose to overlook the fact that he would never give her a loving kiss. She ignored the fact that he would rather cuddle with his pillow instead of her. However, she was unable to pretend any longer when he lovingly called out another's name during the night.

The next day while he was out with their child, she rummaged though is belongings searching for clues. She had all the servants take the day off so she could snoop in peace. First she checked underneath the bed and in his closet. Then she tore apart his office. She decided he would get over the mess in a day or so.

And then she found it. A picture of him from his days at Ouran when he was in the Host Club. The picture showed him with his arm around another boy and they were surrounded by the other members. As she stared and squinted, she realized that the boy next to her husband was awfully effeminate-looking. And suddenly it clicked.

This was her husband's Galatea. The one that was unattainable. The dream. The perfect person.

She quickly destroyed the picture and kept a closer watch over her spouse. When she noted his vacant expression at dinner, she knew what he was thinking about. Whenever he claimed to feeling unwell when she would cuddle up to him, she knew that he would rather be cuddling up to her. Each and every time she knew; it only made her heart shatter into smaller pieces.

She knew she shouldn't harbor such hate or resentment to a person she'd never met but that feeling was still there. What if her husband decided that she wasn't good enough? What if he left to run off with that… that… person?

A/N:I summarized the little mythology bit from my book of Mythology by Edith Hamilton. Do you understand how the "effeminate looking boy" ("ELB") is like Galatea? The "ELB" is the husband's ideal love. (Also, the wife never says "perfect wife" cause she may not even realize the "ELB" is a girl aka Haruhi!) Galatea was like the epitome of a perfect woman for Pygmalion. And that's how the husband saw Haruhi.

Does this make any sense or is it just my twisted way of thinking? Probably the latter! I'm sorry!