A/N: Long tiime, no seeeee...how was Xmas? Get fab pressies? Get £90 on-sale Hudson skinny jeggings? Thought not ;)
This is... Well... I thought about one, I thought about another, I thought about everyone, you know... ;) It's the kind of thing that can be cliched so badly I actually, you know, want to do the same.
Enjoy )
Seeking Solace
Tamaki had come to appreciate everything around him: Kyouya's relentless friendship, Mori's sometimes agonizing silence, Hunny's overwhelming cuteness, Hikaru's moods and the way Kaoru calmed them down, and, of course, Haruhi's bluntness, her cropped hair, how vulnerable she could be.
Everyone could be vulnerable, he knew. His weak spot was his mother, left behind in France again, his sometimes-but-not-often cold grandmother. He had a tendency to wonder - and worry - about his friends', and had several ideas, a general thing. Haruhi's was her mother, perhaps, and definitely thunder. It was almost heart-warming to see her cry about a few clashes and bright light, really. Kyouya's was...his father? His friends? Some abstract thing Tamaki could only dream of? It was always one he was stuck on, because Kyouya hated to show any emotion besides vague happiness and general boredom. Tamaki had decided that it was probably people - but which kind, if it was Tamaki and the Host Club, or if it was his brothers and sister and father, completely evaded him.
Hikaru and Kaoru's was clearly their past, the one thing they shared for definite - even if they had their own versions, it was still the same. Tamaki had a feeling Hikaru sort of resented him for being with Haruhi, and that the girl was clearly the twin's Achilles' heel, that she could make him worry almost as much as she made Tamaki worry. Kaoru's was...probably his twin. Tamaki had never seen someone care so much for someone like that, and it was clear in everything Kaoru did: smoothing over the rough edges his twin left behind; sometimes not even asking the simplest questions, but just being there in a way Tamaki had never understood; even what he said had impact, usually so much deeper in meaning that Hikaru. Kaoru was like that, though, often having cryptic conversation with Mori or Kyouya that no one understood. Perhaps Mei was a sore point as well - she was always talking about a new boyfriend, and all Tamaki could always see the smallest hint of sadness in him.
Mori's was, Tamaki assumed, Hunny. One was never seen without the other, like they somehow fitted together. He often wondered what it was like to be such close friends with someone like that. Or maybe it was his younger brother, Satoshi, who was always getting into all sorts of trouble with his friends. He always called Mori, chattering away whilst Mori grunted and nodded, sometimes giving words of caution. They were always received by a chirpy voice, but Mori had recently confided that Satoshi was prone to nightmares, and the anxiety in Mori's voice had been very clear, very obvious.
Hunny's was his younger brother. It was sweet, if not strange, to see the pair together: indignant Chika standing about a head above his adorable, if not strong, brother. Chika obviously worried about Hunny too, which was sweet. Although it was almost as difficult to read Hunny as it was to get Mori - he was always acting so sweet and kind and cute, it was sometimes hard to see beneath the sugarcoating to the boy underneath. Hunny had a tendency to be concerned with Mori from time to time, after a particularly distressing morning or a frantic phone call. As carefree as Hunny seemed, he could worry needlessly from time to time, and the objects of this were usually Chika and Mori. It was sweet, really.
Tamaki frowned as he crossed his legs. He settled deeper into the cushioned cream sofa. It was almost osting time, but everyone, everyone, was late. Wat was this? Usually Kyouya lived in the host room - why on earth wouldn't he, the most organized, perfect, punctual boy in the world, even think of being late? It was almost offensive, really.
He checked his watch again - five minutes, Kyouya, or you're going down - and crossed his legs again, his fingernails tapping incesantly against the plush fabric. Really, what was keeping everyone?
Finally, the twins burst through the entrance, the doors crashing into the wall before closing. Tamaki jumped up, one finger pointed to begin a lecture, when he saw the looks on his friends' faces. Some kind of disgust was overpowering Hikaru's mischevious features, whilst Kaoru just shook his head, a fist clutching to his heart.
"What's wro-"
Fingers closed round his wrist as the twins dragged him out the room, racing along the corridor and down the steps, sidestepping a door and dashing through another and into the secret place Tamaki had been told about by his dad. The twins stepped away, closing and bolting the door, and slid down to sit with Mori, who was staring woodenly at his tiny mobile, whilst Haruhi looked like she was fighting tears next to him. Kyouya, hunched up opposite Tamaki, was wordless.
The room was small, with just enough room for the seven of them. The dark wooden floor glinted in the dim light, the dark curtains drawn over the large window. Tamaki often came here to seek solace, to stay hidden - he was clearly not the only one.
He sat down, cross-legged, across from Mori, the one apparently in trouble. With some gentle urging and a prodding on the knee, Mori finally opened up - and then he smiled.
A/N: Shitty ending, shitty story, shittinnessss! But you can't fit 'seeking solace' in a story and make it seem subtle, can you? God, kill me now. It got a bit out of hand, didn't it? About 1000 words, not logically a drabble... C'est la vie :/
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