Ouran High School Host Club » Déraciné
Title Déraciné [English: Uprooted]
Theme March 5: home is no longer a thing with walls of stone and windows of glass @ 31_days
Character/Pairing Takashi Morinozuka, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, Haruhi Fujioka
Rating PG or K (10+)
Warning None.
Wordcount 311
Note Oddly, accordingly to Jim Breen's Japanese dictionary, "derashine" (romanized to save those without character display) is used in Japanese as a loan word from the French verb "déraciner"? To mean an uprooted person. Strange, strange, strange...
He was always seen as an embodiment of wilderness, rough and capable and unstoppable. Really, he was not the animal that everyone saw in him; he was more like a tree. Vast and wise, always watching over everything passively in the background, soaking in the knowledge and the names, the feelings and even time itself into his lungs and veins. And he keeps them with him, each tiny leaf a precious memory for him to hold and to cherish, even through the cold months of winter.
It isn't that life at home is bad; his parents are loving and Satoshi-kun dotes and looks up to him a lot. But this place and these people became something more to him. It was no longer about family standings, obligations, history. It was about spending time with friends, who became even more than family. So, when the time came to say goodbye, it was difficult.
There was a small glimmer of realization on her face the day of graduation when she looked at him, saw what no one else dared to see: This moving on, this ending, this uprooting was painful. Tama-chan was dramatic and tearful as we all expected of him; it was a terrific distraction. But she saw the look in Takashi's eyes all the same, and the hurt almost visibly multiplied because of that.
Still, dutiful and stoic, he bowed his thanks and farewells and we turned to leave. Then her voice came, quiet and sounding like she was just as surprised as he was to have heard it. "Mori-senpai," she said, and he turned to look, politely facing her. "We'll see you again at our graduations, ne?"
"Ah," Takashi said and she smiled wide and brightly at him, nodding affirmatively. Then he turned again to follow me to the car, a softer reflection of her smile set on his face.
Theme March 5: home is no longer a thing with walls of stone and windows of glass @ 31_days
Character/Pairing Takashi Morinozuka, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, Haruhi Fujioka
Rating PG or K (10+)
Warning None.
Wordcount 311
Note Oddly, accordingly to Jim Breen's Japanese dictionary, "derashine" (romanized to save those without character display) is used in Japanese as a loan word from the French verb "déraciner"? To mean an uprooted person. Strange, strange, strange...
He was always seen as an embodiment of wilderness, rough and capable and unstoppable. Really, he was not the animal that everyone saw in him; he was more like a tree. Vast and wise, always watching over everything passively in the background, soaking in the knowledge and the names, the feelings and even time itself into his lungs and veins. And he keeps them with him, each tiny leaf a precious memory for him to hold and to cherish, even through the cold months of winter.
It isn't that life at home is bad; his parents are loving and Satoshi-kun dotes and looks up to him a lot. But this place and these people became something more to him. It was no longer about family standings, obligations, history. It was about spending time with friends, who became even more than family. So, when the time came to say goodbye, it was difficult.
There was a small glimmer of realization on her face the day of graduation when she looked at him, saw what no one else dared to see: This moving on, this ending, this uprooting was painful. Tama-chan was dramatic and tearful as we all expected of him; it was a terrific distraction. But she saw the look in Takashi's eyes all the same, and the hurt almost visibly multiplied because of that.
Still, dutiful and stoic, he bowed his thanks and farewells and we turned to leave. Then her voice came, quiet and sounding like she was just as surprised as he was to have heard it. "Mori-senpai," she said, and he turned to look, politely facing her. "We'll see you again at our graduations, ne?"
"Ah," Takashi said and she smiled wide and brightly at him, nodding affirmatively. Then he turned again to follow me to the car, a softer reflection of her smile set on his face.