Ouran- "Back to Nature"
Seriously? I still have no idea how to write Ouran. That is all.
Title: Back to Nature
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Mori, Haruhi (though everyone, really)
Word Count: 827
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine. Probably some OOC.
Summary: The Host Club goes back to nature.
Dedication: for esotaria. I think I totally ignored the theme. *rolls*
A/N: The request was: “Mori, Haruhi- Puppy.” This is kind of dumb and I’m not quite sure why it came out as it did, but um. Bear with me? I’ll figure this Ouran stuff out one day. Maybe. >>
It wasn’t camping.
At least, not in the traditional sense of the word. Camping would have involved tents and sleeping bags and roasting marshmallows on sticks over an open fire. Ghost stories. Flashlights. People playing Frisbee with their dog or fishing by the river. Brushing your teeth at a dinky little sink the park provided a good long walk away from the actual campsite.
No, this definitely wasn’t camping.
Four large, RV campers the size of her apartment building each, feather mattresses, luxury bathrooms (with their own portable water tanks?!), and five-star chefs, maids, and personal attendants made this the farthest thing from camping Haruhi had ever experienced at a campsite, ever.
The twins had sighed at the description she’d given them when she’d talked about camping as a kid. “Why would anyone want to do that? It’s like living like animals, isn’t it?”
Tamaki, upon hearing of Haruhi’s childhood memory had wanted to go of course, as soon as possible. “The way commoners get back to nature!” he’d declared, and that had been that. Kyouya made the arrangements.
And so here they were. Decidedly not camping.
Not doing anything like camping.
What Honey-senpai was eating wasn’t a smore-it was, most assuredly, a professional patisseir’s special interpretation of how a dessert involving chocolate, marshmallow, and graham crackers would look if it was to be served to the Queen of England herself.
And the twins weren’t telling ghost stories, but were letting them be told for them, to the host club clients who had come along on the trip. The vehicle through which this miracle was performed was via the image on the 100’ widescreen projector of a man in a white mask with a chainsaw slashing innocent girls in the dark. The host club guests sitting next to them on the couch both screamed when the chainsaw toting man laughed. Kaoru screamed too, and that began the whole process of Hikaru ‘comforting’ him in a brotherly way.
In the same vein, the fire that Tamaki was trying to start on his own was definitely not a fire, though at least he was trying to do it the old fashioned way (rubbing two sticks together as Neanderthals did) even as one of the butlers and one of the maids piddled around him and begged Suou-sama to please let them do the work.
“How can I show these beautiful ladies the burning passion of my love if I can’t light the flame myself?” he declared, dramatically, and continued to try, try again.
The women swooned.
Haruhi sighed and waited for whatever camping thing that was going to be turned into a non-camping thing to go ahead and happen next.
“Having fun?” Kyouya asked, and jotted down little notes in his clipboard.
“This isn’t camping,” she said, and shrugged at him. “But I guess it’s okay.”
“I underestimated the willingness of the ladies’ to sleep in small beds out in the middle of nowhere so long as they got to slumber less than 30 feet away from our camper,” Kyouya continued, like he wasn’t particularly concerned about her answer and was simply asking out of courtesy.
She twitched, and then decided it would probably be good for her sanity to amble off and find Mori-senpai, who had disappeared sometime ago. Who knew what kind of trouble he might have discovered.
She found him not far off, wrestling in a clearing with a wolf.
“Mori-senpai!” she shouted, and was frozen in place as she watched some sort of sinister tug-of-war go on between the kendoist, what looked to be a frisbee, and the snarling wild animal.
“Frisbee,” Mori said, and waved when Haruhi arrived. He gestured to the wolf. “Puppy.”
Which, she supposed, was a very normal thing people did with their pets when they came out to camp.
He tossed the Frisbee.
The wolf lunged at his throat.
A few moves later, the animal limped off in the direction the Frisbee had been thrown, whimpering.
Mori watched it go silently, and it was only from the slight twinkle in his eye that Haruhi knew he’d had lots of fun.
“Mori-senpai,” she started, and slapped a hand to her forehead, “that wasn’t a puppy.”
He almost-smiled at her, and when the wolf returned, it definitely had a Frisbee in its mouth.
Haruhi decided at that very moment that from now on, she’d best learn to separate the things that normal people did and the things that the host club did.
So.
She supposed that in that vein, this would never be camping, exactly.
What it was then, was Host Club Camping.
Exactly.
Knowing that gave her some peace, and she didn’t bat an eye for the rest of the trip, even when Mori brought back a sad-looking bear the next afternoon and grunted, “Kuma-chan,” to which Tamaki had preened, being thrilled at getting to commune with nature so up close and personally-- just like the rest of the commoners did.
END
Edits please.
Title: Back to Nature
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Mori, Haruhi (though everyone, really)
Word Count: 827
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine. Probably some OOC.
Summary: The Host Club goes back to nature.
Dedication: for esotaria. I think I totally ignored the theme. *rolls*
A/N: The request was: “Mori, Haruhi- Puppy.” This is kind of dumb and I’m not quite sure why it came out as it did, but um. Bear with me? I’ll figure this Ouran stuff out one day. Maybe. >>
It wasn’t camping.
At least, not in the traditional sense of the word. Camping would have involved tents and sleeping bags and roasting marshmallows on sticks over an open fire. Ghost stories. Flashlights. People playing Frisbee with their dog or fishing by the river. Brushing your teeth at a dinky little sink the park provided a good long walk away from the actual campsite.
No, this definitely wasn’t camping.
Four large, RV campers the size of her apartment building each, feather mattresses, luxury bathrooms (with their own portable water tanks?!), and five-star chefs, maids, and personal attendants made this the farthest thing from camping Haruhi had ever experienced at a campsite, ever.
The twins had sighed at the description she’d given them when she’d talked about camping as a kid. “Why would anyone want to do that? It’s like living like animals, isn’t it?”
Tamaki, upon hearing of Haruhi’s childhood memory had wanted to go of course, as soon as possible. “The way commoners get back to nature!” he’d declared, and that had been that. Kyouya made the arrangements.
And so here they were. Decidedly not camping.
Not doing anything like camping.
What Honey-senpai was eating wasn’t a smore-it was, most assuredly, a professional patisseir’s special interpretation of how a dessert involving chocolate, marshmallow, and graham crackers would look if it was to be served to the Queen of England herself.
And the twins weren’t telling ghost stories, but were letting them be told for them, to the host club clients who had come along on the trip. The vehicle through which this miracle was performed was via the image on the 100’ widescreen projector of a man in a white mask with a chainsaw slashing innocent girls in the dark. The host club guests sitting next to them on the couch both screamed when the chainsaw toting man laughed. Kaoru screamed too, and that began the whole process of Hikaru ‘comforting’ him in a brotherly way.
In the same vein, the fire that Tamaki was trying to start on his own was definitely not a fire, though at least he was trying to do it the old fashioned way (rubbing two sticks together as Neanderthals did) even as one of the butlers and one of the maids piddled around him and begged Suou-sama to please let them do the work.
“How can I show these beautiful ladies the burning passion of my love if I can’t light the flame myself?” he declared, dramatically, and continued to try, try again.
The women swooned.
Haruhi sighed and waited for whatever camping thing that was going to be turned into a non-camping thing to go ahead and happen next.
“Having fun?” Kyouya asked, and jotted down little notes in his clipboard.
“This isn’t camping,” she said, and shrugged at him. “But I guess it’s okay.”
“I underestimated the willingness of the ladies’ to sleep in small beds out in the middle of nowhere so long as they got to slumber less than 30 feet away from our camper,” Kyouya continued, like he wasn’t particularly concerned about her answer and was simply asking out of courtesy.
She twitched, and then decided it would probably be good for her sanity to amble off and find Mori-senpai, who had disappeared sometime ago. Who knew what kind of trouble he might have discovered.
She found him not far off, wrestling in a clearing with a wolf.
“Mori-senpai!” she shouted, and was frozen in place as she watched some sort of sinister tug-of-war go on between the kendoist, what looked to be a frisbee, and the snarling wild animal.
“Frisbee,” Mori said, and waved when Haruhi arrived. He gestured to the wolf. “Puppy.”
Which, she supposed, was a very normal thing people did with their pets when they came out to camp.
He tossed the Frisbee.
The wolf lunged at his throat.
A few moves later, the animal limped off in the direction the Frisbee had been thrown, whimpering.
Mori watched it go silently, and it was only from the slight twinkle in his eye that Haruhi knew he’d had lots of fun.
“Mori-senpai,” she started, and slapped a hand to her forehead, “that wasn’t a puppy.”
He almost-smiled at her, and when the wolf returned, it definitely had a Frisbee in its mouth.
Haruhi decided at that very moment that from now on, she’d best learn to separate the things that normal people did and the things that the host club did.
So.
She supposed that in that vein, this would never be camping, exactly.
What it was then, was Host Club Camping.
Exactly.
Knowing that gave her some peace, and she didn’t bat an eye for the rest of the trip, even when Mori brought back a sad-looking bear the next afternoon and grunted, “Kuma-chan,” to which Tamaki had preened, being thrilled at getting to commune with nature so up close and personally-- just like the rest of the commoners did.
END
Edits please.