We'll Hurry to my Blue Heaven
yatsuka! I didn't know it was your birthday! So I needed to do an offering of fic for you! (it's not Kyouya, but you asked me for twins a very long time ago, so with some help from aiyia[!], I made a present for you.)
And on a work related note, whenever I get to write the phrase "Remove melted plastic (as much as possible) from planter areas" you know something awesome has transpired.
...and on another note, be nice to me next week, I'm gonna need it.
But, personal whining and amusement aside, more fic (Host Club...but I wrote twincest ~_^U...now I kinda want to write slash. I think the world is coming to a decisive end).
First, random TamakixHaruhi...not even implied. Woahs.
Inconvenient
Haruhi merely viewed loving him as a minor inconvenience…inevitable, yes, but slightly annoying as well.
However, it wasn’t as if the literally crushing attention was something she was unaccustomed to, as her father had done it all her life.
The saccharine declarations of never-ending love, promises of heavenly riches, and inaccurate comparisons of her beauty to that of deities and the like could be easily drowned out by simply contemplating the day’s schedule, the subject matter of her law textbooks, the dinner menu, the time the sale at the supermarket ended…pretty much anything besides the tumult of irrelevant words pouring out of his mouth.
However, she did love him, despite all of his irrelevance, frivolity, foolishness, entirely too free lifestyle, and seemingly inexhaustible and pointless energy.
Sometimes she sighed thinking about all of those parts and wondered why she bothered to love such a troublesome person anyways.
He did, she confessed, have his rare serious moments (very rare, she corrected herself mentally) and perhaps, she might grudgingly admit, he could potentially be almost endearing.
These instances were, however, decidedly few and far between when compared to the sheer amount of time he did irrelevant and pointless things.
…Such as the time he had attempted to use her kitchen to make her pancakes before a big test…
The attempt had resulted in one melted spatula, two ruined pans, and three large stacks of pancakes in states from goopy to blackened and at every stage in between with the exception of what she would call an edible state.
It had been more of a stress simply to clean up and calm down the overly emotional man when he had crawled into the corner than anything, although he, like always, began with good intentions.
Perhaps that was why.
Although what he did and how he loved her more often than not became an inconvenience, Haruhi knew without fail that everything he did he at least started with the best of intentions.
…his execution was just always a bit off. Or entirely off. Or completely pointless. Or far too dramatic and elaborate. Or completely divorced from any reality she knew of…
And she knew that, above all, Tamaki Suoh really was a troublesome person.
But, inconvenient though she found loving him, she had adjusted to it even though she still found the emotion itself to be a bit pointless in practical terms.
Haruhi adjusted to the inconvenience of loving him like she had adjusted to an 80,000-yen debt and its aftermath or having an okama father.
It was simply a fact. She loved him, troublesome though Tamaki almost always was.
Inconvenient or not, Haruhi always stuck to and dealt with the facts of the situation.
And that was that.
Fin
A/n This is a vague attempt to explain the phenomenon that is Tamaki and Haruhi...in Haruhi terms. This plot bunny so bit hard while I was in the Land of Hippies (don't ask). I don't know if it worked, but I like it. I am avoiding the last segment of "Points of Reflection" by writing other Haruhi pieces, i think...oh well. Hope you enjoyed!
And now...for twincest..from ME! (Well, kinda...)
Family Ties
~For Yatsuka (Happy Birthday!) and Taco~
Any time those two secluded themselves it was bound to be trouble.
And they had started whispering which meant that they were very bored.
And bored was never a good thing when Kaoru and Hikaru were involved.
Perhaps it should have worried Haruhi all the more when they had both gotten up and followed her to the bathroom during the club meetings…however, Haruhi being Haruhi didn’t make as much of the event as she, in hindsight, should have.
If Tamaki’s yells of protest weren’t enough to warn her about their ploy, then certainly the fact that walked up and linked arms with her alerted her to whatever their nefarious purpose was.
She stopped and turned around, knowing that, however much she actually needed to use the bathroom…if she dragged them with her…well, it wouldn’t be very pretty at all.
As usual, they began their scheme with neither preamble nor apology.
“Mother has decided she’d like you to model some things for her,” Kaoru stated, nonchalantly.
Nonplussed, Haruhi merely answered, “Whatever you two want, the answer is no.”
Meanwhile, Hikaru had drawn a photo out of his blazer of the gaudiest pairs of shoes she had ever seen….they probably cost as much as a year's worth of rent on her apartment per pair.
“This way,” they said in unison, “your gender won’t be a problem because they will only be looking at your feet.”
Haruhi ignored their synchronized thumbs up and merely walked the way back to the Third Music Room in annoyed silence, hoping Kyouya wouldn’t add to her debt for this waste of club time.
“Haruhi-“ Hikaru began but he was cut off by Haruhi’s calm voice.
“That’s not really why you two decided to follow me though.”
She finished her thought silently, cynically adding, because you are most definitely up to something.
After a moment of shock they both broke into identical smiles…and oh that grin.
“Haruhi, we’ve decided-“
“-that since you can tell us apart-“
“We must definitely adopt you into our family.”
She walked out of their embrace and down the hall, completely disinterested and mumbling, “No thank you, I already have a family.”
They stopped her again just in front of the door of the Third Music Room. They still had that grin.
“We think we’ll adopt you anyway.”
“And then” they whispered, opening the door and walking in, “you can by part of our act.”
She stopped dumbfounded. Tamaki was already running at the trio. But, firmly trapped by the encircling arms of the Hitachiin twins, there was no feasible method of escape.
“And” started Hikaru, “we’ll change the name to Hitachiin-cest, just for you.”
Their grips tightened around her as they assumed their conventional poses. Haruhi could see a minor nuclear explosion go off in Tamaki’s head as he witnessed the carnal display.
“Family is a beautiful kind of symmetry, don’t you think, Hikaru?”
At that moment, Haruhi decided that whenever she went anywhere with them from then on, she would make sure that she had somebody accompany her.
…Not that it mattered where they were concerned.
Fin
A/N: Credit goes to aiyia for her prompt of "Shoes, bathroom, and twincest." Not edited very thoroughly, though...sorry. Haruhi torture was a sad, but necessary, bi-product. Poor Haruhi. Hope you enjoyed! ^_^ And again, Happy Birthday yatsuka!
Woot!
And on a work related note, whenever I get to write the phrase "Remove melted plastic (as much as possible) from planter areas" you know something awesome has transpired.
...and on another note, be nice to me next week, I'm gonna need it.
But, personal whining and amusement aside, more fic (Host Club...but I wrote twincest ~_^U...now I kinda want to write slash. I think the world is coming to a decisive end).
First, random TamakixHaruhi...not even implied. Woahs.
Inconvenient
Haruhi merely viewed loving him as a minor inconvenience…inevitable, yes, but slightly annoying as well.
However, it wasn’t as if the literally crushing attention was something she was unaccustomed to, as her father had done it all her life.
The saccharine declarations of never-ending love, promises of heavenly riches, and inaccurate comparisons of her beauty to that of deities and the like could be easily drowned out by simply contemplating the day’s schedule, the subject matter of her law textbooks, the dinner menu, the time the sale at the supermarket ended…pretty much anything besides the tumult of irrelevant words pouring out of his mouth.
However, she did love him, despite all of his irrelevance, frivolity, foolishness, entirely too free lifestyle, and seemingly inexhaustible and pointless energy.
Sometimes she sighed thinking about all of those parts and wondered why she bothered to love such a troublesome person anyways.
He did, she confessed, have his rare serious moments (very rare, she corrected herself mentally) and perhaps, she might grudgingly admit, he could potentially be almost endearing.
These instances were, however, decidedly few and far between when compared to the sheer amount of time he did irrelevant and pointless things.
…Such as the time he had attempted to use her kitchen to make her pancakes before a big test…
The attempt had resulted in one melted spatula, two ruined pans, and three large stacks of pancakes in states from goopy to blackened and at every stage in between with the exception of what she would call an edible state.
It had been more of a stress simply to clean up and calm down the overly emotional man when he had crawled into the corner than anything, although he, like always, began with good intentions.
Perhaps that was why.
Although what he did and how he loved her more often than not became an inconvenience, Haruhi knew without fail that everything he did he at least started with the best of intentions.
…his execution was just always a bit off. Or entirely off. Or completely pointless. Or far too dramatic and elaborate. Or completely divorced from any reality she knew of…
And she knew that, above all, Tamaki Suoh really was a troublesome person.
But, inconvenient though she found loving him, she had adjusted to it even though she still found the emotion itself to be a bit pointless in practical terms.
Haruhi adjusted to the inconvenience of loving him like she had adjusted to an 80,000-yen debt and its aftermath or having an okama father.
It was simply a fact. She loved him, troublesome though Tamaki almost always was.
Inconvenient or not, Haruhi always stuck to and dealt with the facts of the situation.
And that was that.
Fin
A/n This is a vague attempt to explain the phenomenon that is Tamaki and Haruhi...in Haruhi terms. This plot bunny so bit hard while I was in the Land of Hippies (don't ask). I don't know if it worked, but I like it. I am avoiding the last segment of "Points of Reflection" by writing other Haruhi pieces, i think...oh well. Hope you enjoyed!
And now...for twincest..from ME! (Well, kinda...)
Family Ties
~For Yatsuka (Happy Birthday!) and Taco~
Any time those two secluded themselves it was bound to be trouble.
And they had started whispering which meant that they were very bored.
And bored was never a good thing when Kaoru and Hikaru were involved.
Perhaps it should have worried Haruhi all the more when they had both gotten up and followed her to the bathroom during the club meetings…however, Haruhi being Haruhi didn’t make as much of the event as she, in hindsight, should have.
If Tamaki’s yells of protest weren’t enough to warn her about their ploy, then certainly the fact that walked up and linked arms with her alerted her to whatever their nefarious purpose was.
She stopped and turned around, knowing that, however much she actually needed to use the bathroom…if she dragged them with her…well, it wouldn’t be very pretty at all.
As usual, they began their scheme with neither preamble nor apology.
“Mother has decided she’d like you to model some things for her,” Kaoru stated, nonchalantly.
Nonplussed, Haruhi merely answered, “Whatever you two want, the answer is no.”
Meanwhile, Hikaru had drawn a photo out of his blazer of the gaudiest pairs of shoes she had ever seen….they probably cost as much as a year's worth of rent on her apartment per pair.
“This way,” they said in unison, “your gender won’t be a problem because they will only be looking at your feet.”
Haruhi ignored their synchronized thumbs up and merely walked the way back to the Third Music Room in annoyed silence, hoping Kyouya wouldn’t add to her debt for this waste of club time.
“Haruhi-“ Hikaru began but he was cut off by Haruhi’s calm voice.
“That’s not really why you two decided to follow me though.”
She finished her thought silently, cynically adding, because you are most definitely up to something.
After a moment of shock they both broke into identical smiles…and oh that grin.
“Haruhi, we’ve decided-“
“-that since you can tell us apart-“
“We must definitely adopt you into our family.”
She walked out of their embrace and down the hall, completely disinterested and mumbling, “No thank you, I already have a family.”
They stopped her again just in front of the door of the Third Music Room. They still had that grin.
“We think we’ll adopt you anyway.”
“And then” they whispered, opening the door and walking in, “you can by part of our act.”
She stopped dumbfounded. Tamaki was already running at the trio. But, firmly trapped by the encircling arms of the Hitachiin twins, there was no feasible method of escape.
“And” started Hikaru, “we’ll change the name to Hitachiin-cest, just for you.”
Their grips tightened around her as they assumed their conventional poses. Haruhi could see a minor nuclear explosion go off in Tamaki’s head as he witnessed the carnal display.
“Family is a beautiful kind of symmetry, don’t you think, Hikaru?”
At that moment, Haruhi decided that whenever she went anywhere with them from then on, she would make sure that she had somebody accompany her.
…Not that it mattered where they were concerned.
Fin
A/N: Credit goes to aiyia for her prompt of "Shoes, bathroom, and twincest." Not edited very thoroughly, though...sorry. Haruhi torture was a sad, but necessary, bi-product. Poor Haruhi. Hope you enjoyed! ^_^ And again, Happy Birthday yatsuka!
Woot!