Ouran: discernment
Title: Discernment
Series: Ouran
Pairings: Haruhi x everyone.. haha!
Type: Drabble
Morinozuka never says much. Everyone knows this. Morinozuka himself knows this. For him, he's content to let Mitsukuni do all the talking. But that doesn't mean that Mori is stupid. On the contrary, being reticent allows one to take note of his surroundings. He sees all, hears all and more over, he remembers all.
Like now, he could sense the very disturbing presence of the ladies from Robelia. How they look condescendingly upon Tamaki. Which is strange, really, since he thought that rich people only stare that way upon the poor?
Mori grimaced as the one of girls' grating voice washed over him, erasing for a moment the chivalrous hero he was supposed to be presenting. They blather on and on about feminism and such that nobody, except Mori, noticed the appearance of the third girl. And she's got Haruhi prisoner. Mori frowned at that.
Poor Haruhi. She looks so confused. And dizzy, as the tall girl spun her round and round. Mori's frown deepened as he looked at the scene. Wait a minute? Did she just kiss Haruhi's hand?
Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Hikaru reach for his dagger as they all watched the three girls manhandle Haruhi. Kyoya rose from his seat. Tamaki, startled out of his stupor, ran forward with every intention of rescuing the girl.
Ooh, that had got to hurt. Mori grabbed the nearest bear to comfort the hurt president. What the? Where did Kyoya get that ice cream?
What did they say? Zuka Club? Mori might not know about naming clubs, Hikaru and Kaoru found it hilariously funny though, but he sure thought that the girls' costumes were weird. At least, more than what the Host Club is wearing.
He also noticed Haruhi barely trying to suppress her smile before she went off to the coffee stand. She must have found them funny too.
Ah, they're still talking. Mori picked up his discarded sword and practiced swinging it around. Blah blah blah blah, is anyone even listening to them? Love between girls? Ugh.
“We’re notorious?” Mitsukuni asked.
Mori looked at him. “Saa."
And then as expected, Tamaki will always be Tamaki. And Tamaki is always involved in an accident, even if it's as small as hurting a finger with hot coffee. Mori sighed.
But then, as expected, Haruhi will always come to the rescue with her practical ways. Mori saw the tender way she bandaged Tamaki's finger and Tamaki's flushed features. Mori noted the relief in Mitsukuni and Kaoru eyes. Mori spotted Kyoya's smug smile.
Mori saw the envy that passed in Hikaru's expression and he even acknowledged the small twinge of it within his heart.
Series: Ouran
Pairings: Haruhi x everyone.. haha!
Type: Drabble
Morinozuka never says much. Everyone knows this. Morinozuka himself knows this. For him, he's content to let Mitsukuni do all the talking. But that doesn't mean that Mori is stupid. On the contrary, being reticent allows one to take note of his surroundings. He sees all, hears all and more over, he remembers all.
Like now, he could sense the very disturbing presence of the ladies from Robelia. How they look condescendingly upon Tamaki. Which is strange, really, since he thought that rich people only stare that way upon the poor?
Mori grimaced as the one of girls' grating voice washed over him, erasing for a moment the chivalrous hero he was supposed to be presenting. They blather on and on about feminism and such that nobody, except Mori, noticed the appearance of the third girl. And she's got Haruhi prisoner. Mori frowned at that.
Poor Haruhi. She looks so confused. And dizzy, as the tall girl spun her round and round. Mori's frown deepened as he looked at the scene. Wait a minute? Did she just kiss Haruhi's hand?
Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Hikaru reach for his dagger as they all watched the three girls manhandle Haruhi. Kyoya rose from his seat. Tamaki, startled out of his stupor, ran forward with every intention of rescuing the girl.
Ooh, that had got to hurt. Mori grabbed the nearest bear to comfort the hurt president. What the? Where did Kyoya get that ice cream?
What did they say? Zuka Club? Mori might not know about naming clubs, Hikaru and Kaoru found it hilariously funny though, but he sure thought that the girls' costumes were weird. At least, more than what the Host Club is wearing.
He also noticed Haruhi barely trying to suppress her smile before she went off to the coffee stand. She must have found them funny too.
Ah, they're still talking. Mori picked up his discarded sword and practiced swinging it around. Blah blah blah blah, is anyone even listening to them? Love between girls? Ugh.
“We’re notorious?” Mitsukuni asked.
Mori looked at him. “Saa."
And then as expected, Tamaki will always be Tamaki. And Tamaki is always involved in an accident, even if it's as small as hurting a finger with hot coffee. Mori sighed.
But then, as expected, Haruhi will always come to the rescue with her practical ways. Mori saw the tender way she bandaged Tamaki's finger and Tamaki's flushed features. Mori noted the relief in Mitsukuni and Kaoru eyes. Mori spotted Kyoya's smug smile.
Mori saw the envy that passed in Hikaru's expression and he even acknowledged the small twinge of it within his heart.