Ouran- "Matchmaker"
I AM PROCRASTINATING. Which is probably why these stories seem rushed and kind of dumb today. >>
Title: Matchmaker
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Ranka, Kyouya, Twins, Mori, Honey, Tamaki
Word Count: 823
Warning/s: Spoilers for um…Haruhi’s dad I guess.
Summary: Ranka-san tries to find the best match possible for his cute little daughter.
Dedication: JaB- who agrees with me on the fact that Haruhi and Tamaki just wouldn’t work. XD
A/N: OMG I HAVE A PAPER TO WRITE WHAT AM I DOING?!
Ranka-san was fairly certain that it would be very nice indeed if Kyouya-kun married Haruhi, and beamed and told him just that on many an occasion.
“Oh, I couldn’t,” the bespectacled boy declined politely, smiling at Haruhi’s father in a warmly familiar way. “As her ‘mother’ of sorts I just don’t think I could condone anything even remotely akin to incest…”
“Hey,” the twins protested.
“…unless it was purely for monetary gain,” he finished, coolly.
“Oh,” the twins said, and supposed they were okay with that.
“Maa, but Kyouya-kun, you and Haruhi are a good match! You’re both so sensible,” Ranka-san continued, and poured Kyouya more tea.
“Sometimes great sensibility doesn’t beget great romance, Ranka-san,” Kyouya said with a suave smile, and Haruhi’s father supposed he had to agree.
“You’re so smart, Kyouya-kun,” he giggled, and patted the dark-haired boy’s hand. “Maybe I should steal you away and make you Haruhi’s real new mommy, hmm?”
Kyouya’s smile never faltered. “It’s like we’re family already, Ranka-san.”
“How about you, Mori-kun?” Ranka segued smoothly, and turned his eyes to the tall, silent senior.
Mori blinked.
“You seem very agreeable, ne? Ne? Would you like to make my Haru-chan a bride?”
Mori’s cheeks turned the very slightest shade of pink under the intense scrutiny, though he didn’t say anything.
“Ne, Takashi,” Honey started innocuously enough, and held out his empty glass. “I like milk!”
Takashi rose wordlessly and took Honey’s cup in his hand, bowing to excuse himself before he headed (perhaps more briskly than usual) to the kitchen in order to refill the shorter boy’s cup.
A moment of silence.
And then Ranka-san clapped his hands together and moved right along. “Ne, Honey-kun…”
“I like cake!” Honey-senpai announced next, and made a soft squeeing noise of happiness to himself before he stuck a great big forkful of said cake into his mouth. It was very clear that he wouldn’t be able to speak again until Mori returned with his milk and he could wash it all down.
The twins leaned against each other then, and beat Ranka-san to the punch. “We’ll marry her,” they both declared, and turned so their foreheads touched when they looked out of the corners of their eyes at their would-be father-in-law.
Ranka laughed. “Both of you, together?”
“We can buy a bed big enough for three,” they assured the okama simultaneously, like that was the only major problem to a tripartite wedding they could foresee.
“Ahaha…Haruhi might not be comfortable with that,” her father started, carefully. “She’s a horrible kicker in her sleep, you know, and giving her two unfortunate targets might not be a good idea.”
“Oh?” the twins asked, and shrugged. “We guess that’s fine. We’ll sleep as close as we can, so it’ll be harder for her to kick,” they added, helpfully.
Tamaki finally blew a gasket.
“You rotten little… neither of you is touching my precious daughter! Especially not at the same time!” the blond shouted, very decisively disturbing the peaceful atmosphere that had settled since Ranka’s last comment to Tamaki had effectively curled him up into a fetal position on the floor nearby.
“Oh, Tono, you’ve recovered,” the twins observed wryly, and smiled winningly at their lord. They turned back to Ranka. “Ne, Ranka-san,” they began, “if not us, then who?”
Tamaki was composed again suddenly, and looking at him, his tail was practically wagging as he stared beseechingly at Haruhi’s father with big, eager eyes. It didn’t matter that he was obviously last choice- as long as he was in the running the world was a perfect, happy place for him.
Ranka blinked at the blond. “Hmm,” he said, and actually appeared marginally thoughtful on the subject for a moment.
After a minute, he actually smiled in Tamaki’s general direction.
Tamaki smiled back, and looked so full of joy that his heart might burst.
“Alright then, Hikaru-kun, Kaoru-kun, you have my blessing!” Ranka announced, and averted his eyes from Tamaki to wave in a friendly manner at the devil twins. “Variety is the spice of life, after all!” he added, and laughed suggestively behind his well-manicured hand.
“From today we’ll call you otousan,” the twins replied easily, and flashed dual thumbs-ups at their future in-law.
Tamaki shattered into a million pieces on the floor.
“We’ll sweep him up!” Hikaru and Kaoru volunteered helpfully, as a first act of goodwill towards their soon-to-be father.
Ranka-san twittered. “Such good boys.”
When Haruhi returned from her errand at the bank and found a dustpan full of Tamaki waiting in the corner for her, she simply sighed and supposed it was better than the mushrooms if only for the fact that he seemed to have already been cleaned up for her.
“Haruhi, you can kick me as much as you want!” he shouted, when he saw her.
“Good to know,” she responded blandly, and walked right past him and into the kitchen so she could start making dinner.
END
EDITS PLZ.
Title: Matchmaker
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Ranka, Kyouya, Twins, Mori, Honey, Tamaki
Word Count: 823
Warning/s: Spoilers for um…Haruhi’s dad I guess.
Summary: Ranka-san tries to find the best match possible for his cute little daughter.
Dedication: JaB- who agrees with me on the fact that Haruhi and Tamaki just wouldn’t work. XD
A/N: OMG I HAVE A PAPER TO WRITE WHAT AM I DOING?!
Ranka-san was fairly certain that it would be very nice indeed if Kyouya-kun married Haruhi, and beamed and told him just that on many an occasion.
“Oh, I couldn’t,” the bespectacled boy declined politely, smiling at Haruhi’s father in a warmly familiar way. “As her ‘mother’ of sorts I just don’t think I could condone anything even remotely akin to incest…”
“Hey,” the twins protested.
“…unless it was purely for monetary gain,” he finished, coolly.
“Oh,” the twins said, and supposed they were okay with that.
“Maa, but Kyouya-kun, you and Haruhi are a good match! You’re both so sensible,” Ranka-san continued, and poured Kyouya more tea.
“Sometimes great sensibility doesn’t beget great romance, Ranka-san,” Kyouya said with a suave smile, and Haruhi’s father supposed he had to agree.
“You’re so smart, Kyouya-kun,” he giggled, and patted the dark-haired boy’s hand. “Maybe I should steal you away and make you Haruhi’s real new mommy, hmm?”
Kyouya’s smile never faltered. “It’s like we’re family already, Ranka-san.”
“How about you, Mori-kun?” Ranka segued smoothly, and turned his eyes to the tall, silent senior.
Mori blinked.
“You seem very agreeable, ne? Ne? Would you like to make my Haru-chan a bride?”
Mori’s cheeks turned the very slightest shade of pink under the intense scrutiny, though he didn’t say anything.
“Ne, Takashi,” Honey started innocuously enough, and held out his empty glass. “I like milk!”
Takashi rose wordlessly and took Honey’s cup in his hand, bowing to excuse himself before he headed (perhaps more briskly than usual) to the kitchen in order to refill the shorter boy’s cup.
A moment of silence.
And then Ranka-san clapped his hands together and moved right along. “Ne, Honey-kun…”
“I like cake!” Honey-senpai announced next, and made a soft squeeing noise of happiness to himself before he stuck a great big forkful of said cake into his mouth. It was very clear that he wouldn’t be able to speak again until Mori returned with his milk and he could wash it all down.
The twins leaned against each other then, and beat Ranka-san to the punch. “We’ll marry her,” they both declared, and turned so their foreheads touched when they looked out of the corners of their eyes at their would-be father-in-law.
Ranka laughed. “Both of you, together?”
“We can buy a bed big enough for three,” they assured the okama simultaneously, like that was the only major problem to a tripartite wedding they could foresee.
“Ahaha…Haruhi might not be comfortable with that,” her father started, carefully. “She’s a horrible kicker in her sleep, you know, and giving her two unfortunate targets might not be a good idea.”
“Oh?” the twins asked, and shrugged. “We guess that’s fine. We’ll sleep as close as we can, so it’ll be harder for her to kick,” they added, helpfully.
Tamaki finally blew a gasket.
“You rotten little… neither of you is touching my precious daughter! Especially not at the same time!” the blond shouted, very decisively disturbing the peaceful atmosphere that had settled since Ranka’s last comment to Tamaki had effectively curled him up into a fetal position on the floor nearby.
“Oh, Tono, you’ve recovered,” the twins observed wryly, and smiled winningly at their lord. They turned back to Ranka. “Ne, Ranka-san,” they began, “if not us, then who?”
Tamaki was composed again suddenly, and looking at him, his tail was practically wagging as he stared beseechingly at Haruhi’s father with big, eager eyes. It didn’t matter that he was obviously last choice- as long as he was in the running the world was a perfect, happy place for him.
Ranka blinked at the blond. “Hmm,” he said, and actually appeared marginally thoughtful on the subject for a moment.
After a minute, he actually smiled in Tamaki’s general direction.
Tamaki smiled back, and looked so full of joy that his heart might burst.
“Alright then, Hikaru-kun, Kaoru-kun, you have my blessing!” Ranka announced, and averted his eyes from Tamaki to wave in a friendly manner at the devil twins. “Variety is the spice of life, after all!” he added, and laughed suggestively behind his well-manicured hand.
“From today we’ll call you otousan,” the twins replied easily, and flashed dual thumbs-ups at their future in-law.
Tamaki shattered into a million pieces on the floor.
“We’ll sweep him up!” Hikaru and Kaoru volunteered helpfully, as a first act of goodwill towards their soon-to-be father.
Ranka-san twittered. “Such good boys.”
When Haruhi returned from her errand at the bank and found a dustpan full of Tamaki waiting in the corner for her, she simply sighed and supposed it was better than the mushrooms if only for the fact that he seemed to have already been cleaned up for her.
“Haruhi, you can kick me as much as you want!” he shouted, when he saw her.
“Good to know,” she responded blandly, and walked right past him and into the kitchen so she could start making dinner.
END
EDITS PLZ.