The Sweetest Birthday...
Ok, let's see, second chapter... very short and REALLY corny XD, but hope you like it, jajajajaja. And BTW, can somebody tell me how to make a fake cut??? Please???
Chapter 1:
http://community.livejournal.com/morixharuhi/11517.html
Disclaimer: Ouran belongs to Hatori Bisco-sama, is not mine, fortunately, because I would have messed everything up.
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That night, in the darkness of the room, Haruhi was sleepless. She turned around relentlessly on her bed. She spent the whole afternoon trying to forget about three words said by a certain tall and dark-haired person. Every time she closed her eyes, her thoughts and fingers would drift to her lips, to her arms, to her chest. Just a few hours before, he had kissed her, hugged her, he had laid his head there... every time she tried to just close her eyes and sleep, her mind would replay the kiss and her traitor heart would jump again. By now she felt angry and frustrated, and not because she couldn't sleep, but because she was almost sure Takashi would have forgotten everything as soon as he woke up. But he said he loved her, would he forget that too?
In his dojo, Takashi was practicing very hard. There was something his mind was trying to recall but couldn't. The shinai gave him the reassuring familiarity enough to help him think, but not enough to make him remember that something missing. When he tried really hard, he ended in the same dream of the afternoon, of his confession and the kiss he gave her (by far, of all the dreams he had, this was his favorite). But he had to keep on practicing, lately when he had nothing to do, his mind seemed to be running free, and always to Haruhi. His dreams included her all the time. Just by thinking again of kissing her his heart would make an unpleasant turn and he'd feel the same vanilla scent feeling his lungs. Somehow he had to tell her that he loved her, but how?. If everything could be just as easy as in his dreams (to held her close, to see her smile) everything would be perfect. He just wished he could be brave enough to tell her about his love someday.
At the end, Haruhi was unable to sleep. She woke up in the middle of the night to cook something as a surprise for the birthday party. Ranka was away on a business trip so she was alone at home, and she could make all the noise she needed while cooking without having to worry about it. Mitsukuni told her about what he thought Mori would like ("¬¬' he seldom ever speaks, how can I give him something if I hardly even know how his voice sounds?!", she told him), and she was trying with all her might to do the most perfect pieces ever. She went to buy the things after leaving Takashi sleeping under the tree, the most beautiful and red things she could find, and she also bought a semi-dark cover and a nice box and ribbon to put them in. Mitzukuni told her this was something almost nobody knew about and she wished with all her heart this would be true, or she would end with a present exactly as the one of another 100 girls. Haruhi spent half of the night cooking for Takashi, putting her heart in each one of the little things, topping them carefully, chossing just the most perfect ones ("just as perfect as he is... ¬¬, wait, I guess I'm really sleepy if I'm thinking things like this..."), and after what seem the whole night, she tied up the ribbon to the box and went to bed. She was finally tired enough to sleep, and she did, in a blissful dream of strawberry kisses.
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Awww, even if it's bad for me to say it, I love the way the last sentence turned out, I'm sorry XD
Hope you like it!