[Ouran Fic] "Perfect Day" for jav_chan
AT LONG LAST, HOST CLUB FIC. I'm still working on the Doctor Who request (it is being edited next!)
For the lovely jav_chan who requested Tamaki inner-mind theater for the events of chapter 80. That said (obvious warning is obvious) spoilers for chapter 80 of the manga.
Spoilers through chapter 80 of the manga! Consider yourself warned!
Disclaimer: I don't own Host Club. If I did I would have roughed Tamaki up a bit more! :D
A Perfect Day
sciathan file
He hears her words and feels her hand in his own. For a moment he does not believe what he has heard because the words intertwine with a flood of other images: his grandmother guesses which drama's theme he has played (he fools her twice), the determined faces of the many people he had met during his life in Japan flash before him, his mother's tears and her frail smile…About him, on this day, the substance of his myriad of dreams has seemingly sprung to life: his mother, healthy and here, his grandmother's real smile, and Haruhi -
…Those words from that girl.
Tamaki followed the lines of the jet plane his mother boarded and reflected that there were some days that are simply blessed; days when all rogues and rapscallions were forgiven, kindness was met with bountiful reward, the white prince was at last able to scoop the princess up onto his white steed, and the hand you held in yours was the most precious gem in the entire universe. These days were always akin to ephemeral wisps when they happened, but in memory they loomed like stone fairytale giants, hardened in an instant by the rays of the brightest sun.
And for Suou Tamaki, this was one of those days. Today he was loved and today he had placed himself in the care of the most important people in his life: his grandmother had forgiven him, his extended family had shown him the way to his dream, his mother's lilac perfume clung to his shirt, and Haruhi said in her blunt, honest way, "I love you."
Before the advent of the new (!) and improved (!) Tamaki, he had imagined those words in a thousand ways (although, with distinctly filial overtones) from a plethora of different Haruhis. He had imagined her wearing pink, frilly aprons and serving him heart shaped onigiri with a saccharine "darling~~~~!" on her lips. She had been a mere silhouette in a sunset, coyly withdrawn until the cold forced her to seek warmth and refuge in his handsomely protective form. On stranger days, she had even been costumed as a cute bunny rabbit…
But sometimes, even after he had realized what the nameless feeling that engulfed him utterly whenever she was near him were, he had had his doubts. Especially when he was alone in the echoing rooms of Suou #1, he imagined Haruhi moving on with her life, in that maddening way of hers. Then, he imagined he would be left bereft and guilty, having understood the import of his own blossoming emotions too late.
But he should have known (and somewhere he always had known) that this girl said what she wanted to with her own fierce honesty - this girl who used to never depend on anyone but managed to bring him to this day through the bonds she had formed.
Haruhi had come so far since the night he had first vowed to watch over her as the thunder crashed around them both.
…That girl who now held his hand and said those words and who had chosen, out of all the people in the entire world, to form a more permanent link with him.
Tamaki could have responded to this revelation with a verbal deluge in which he announced his plans for their upcoming wedding, or exclaimed how he was glad that Haruhi had at last fallen for his intelligent, charming, and oh-so-handsome self, but he did absolutely nothing of the sort.
Rather, he pulled her into a tight embrace and, as he had told her on that memorable night, said, "I haven't taken my eyes off of yet and I promise you I won't."
For Tamaki, this was also an expression of thanks, of love, of gratitude, of always and several other inexpressible emotions in a more beautiful way than he could have ever have hoped to achieve with all the finely turned phrases in his possession.
They remained like that until two circumstances forced them to leave: Firstly, the surrounding crowd at the terminal had mistaken their burgeoning love affair for a heartfelt reunion and begun to applaud, and secondly, due to this applause Narita airport's security guards was finally able to locate their gatecrashers. After a bit of pressure exerted by Kyouya's security force, however, the guards were content just to lead the delinquents out of the airport.
Indeed, the euphoria of such a blessed day was only disturbed when, amidst all of Tamaki's unspoken plans about his future with Haruhi, the remembrance of certain cataclysmic doom fell upon him.
"Haruhi!" he shouted, oblivious to the trailing security personnel, "Our fated domestic bliss must endure hardships and changes in nomenclature due to the inauspicious nature of our combined names!"
He jabbed at his cell phone and displayed the harsh fortune displayed by the fates of the internet as evidence. Haruhi couldn't suppress a slight smile lurking underneath an otherwise unperturbed expression.
"Today's events have caused you to talk nonsense, Tamaki-senpai."
He sputtered at this and launched into an ode of vindication and she merely responded to his theatrics with her usual stoic attitude. But throughout, her hand remained firmly in his.
The pattern between them that had always been there, albeit with uncertainty and obliviousness, held and shifted into something new as they marched hand in hand towards the future.
Fin
A/N: Atypical Tamaki ahoy! I could imagine several situations where Tamaki hears Haruhi's confession and just freaks out as Tamaki is wont to do (and to be honest, Haruhi's dream version in the manga is something I won't ever be able to hold a candle to!). However, something about that just didn't work - Tamaki is capable of being deeply serious and introspective when he needs to be. He always resumes being his diva self (and does here), but he meets the most important moments of his life head on with candid sincerity.
Hope you enjoyed!
:D
For the lovely jav_chan who requested Tamaki inner-mind theater for the events of chapter 80. That said (obvious warning is obvious) spoilers for chapter 80 of the manga.
Spoilers through chapter 80 of the manga! Consider yourself warned!
Disclaimer: I don't own Host Club. If I did I would have roughed Tamaki up a bit more! :D
A Perfect Day
sciathan file
He hears her words and feels her hand in his own. For a moment he does not believe what he has heard because the words intertwine with a flood of other images: his grandmother guesses which drama's theme he has played (he fools her twice), the determined faces of the many people he had met during his life in Japan flash before him, his mother's tears and her frail smile…About him, on this day, the substance of his myriad of dreams has seemingly sprung to life: his mother, healthy and here, his grandmother's real smile, and Haruhi -
…Those words from that girl.
Tamaki followed the lines of the jet plane his mother boarded and reflected that there were some days that are simply blessed; days when all rogues and rapscallions were forgiven, kindness was met with bountiful reward, the white prince was at last able to scoop the princess up onto his white steed, and the hand you held in yours was the most precious gem in the entire universe. These days were always akin to ephemeral wisps when they happened, but in memory they loomed like stone fairytale giants, hardened in an instant by the rays of the brightest sun.
And for Suou Tamaki, this was one of those days. Today he was loved and today he had placed himself in the care of the most important people in his life: his grandmother had forgiven him, his extended family had shown him the way to his dream, his mother's lilac perfume clung to his shirt, and Haruhi said in her blunt, honest way, "I love you."
Before the advent of the new (!) and improved (!) Tamaki, he had imagined those words in a thousand ways (although, with distinctly filial overtones) from a plethora of different Haruhis. He had imagined her wearing pink, frilly aprons and serving him heart shaped onigiri with a saccharine "darling~~~~!" on her lips. She had been a mere silhouette in a sunset, coyly withdrawn until the cold forced her to seek warmth and refuge in his handsomely protective form. On stranger days, she had even been costumed as a cute bunny rabbit…
But sometimes, even after he had realized what the nameless feeling that engulfed him utterly whenever she was near him were, he had had his doubts. Especially when he was alone in the echoing rooms of Suou #1, he imagined Haruhi moving on with her life, in that maddening way of hers. Then, he imagined he would be left bereft and guilty, having understood the import of his own blossoming emotions too late.
But he should have known (and somewhere he always had known) that this girl said what she wanted to with her own fierce honesty - this girl who used to never depend on anyone but managed to bring him to this day through the bonds she had formed.
Haruhi had come so far since the night he had first vowed to watch over her as the thunder crashed around them both.
…That girl who now held his hand and said those words and who had chosen, out of all the people in the entire world, to form a more permanent link with him.
Tamaki could have responded to this revelation with a verbal deluge in which he announced his plans for their upcoming wedding, or exclaimed how he was glad that Haruhi had at last fallen for his intelligent, charming, and oh-so-handsome self, but he did absolutely nothing of the sort.
Rather, he pulled her into a tight embrace and, as he had told her on that memorable night, said, "I haven't taken my eyes off of yet and I promise you I won't."
For Tamaki, this was also an expression of thanks, of love, of gratitude, of always and several other inexpressible emotions in a more beautiful way than he could have ever have hoped to achieve with all the finely turned phrases in his possession.
They remained like that until two circumstances forced them to leave: Firstly, the surrounding crowd at the terminal had mistaken their burgeoning love affair for a heartfelt reunion and begun to applaud, and secondly, due to this applause Narita airport's security guards was finally able to locate their gatecrashers. After a bit of pressure exerted by Kyouya's security force, however, the guards were content just to lead the delinquents out of the airport.
Indeed, the euphoria of such a blessed day was only disturbed when, amidst all of Tamaki's unspoken plans about his future with Haruhi, the remembrance of certain cataclysmic doom fell upon him.
"Haruhi!" he shouted, oblivious to the trailing security personnel, "Our fated domestic bliss must endure hardships and changes in nomenclature due to the inauspicious nature of our combined names!"
He jabbed at his cell phone and displayed the harsh fortune displayed by the fates of the internet as evidence. Haruhi couldn't suppress a slight smile lurking underneath an otherwise unperturbed expression.
"Today's events have caused you to talk nonsense, Tamaki-senpai."
He sputtered at this and launched into an ode of vindication and she merely responded to his theatrics with her usual stoic attitude. But throughout, her hand remained firmly in his.
The pattern between them that had always been there, albeit with uncertainty and obliviousness, held and shifted into something new as they marched hand in hand towards the future.
Fin
A/N: Atypical Tamaki ahoy! I could imagine several situations where Tamaki hears Haruhi's confession and just freaks out as Tamaki is wont to do (and to be honest, Haruhi's dream version in the manga is something I won't ever be able to hold a candle to!). However, something about that just didn't work - Tamaki is capable of being deeply serious and introspective when he needs to be. He always resumes being his diva self (and does here), but he meets the most important moments of his life head on with candid sincerity.
Hope you enjoyed!
:D