Family of Five
Title: Family of Five
written for:
ouran_contest; prompt - children
a/n: This was honestly something I did pretty quickly. (I wanted to get my entry in! Ah, well, it came out satisfactory, sooo...). It touches on some ideas that have been (especially recently) brought up in the manga. It's slight TamaHaru, because something about 'children' just SCREAMS Tamaki. ^_^
rating: pretty much K. Oh, the twins set something on fire.
word count: 372
Family of five seeks living space.
The twins were setting something of Tamaki’s on fire. Fire.
No; family of five seeks place to blow up.
One sensible daughter and a mommy (the one who was always in charge), a daddy (who only appeared to be in charge), and two very, very naughty children.
Children.
Haruhi glanced over at her father.
Oh, no. She’d just mentally referred to Tamaki as her ‘father’. How insane was she, to play along with these ‘family’ games now?
Now, when she…
Another glance to her ‘father’.
His blue eyes were so kind.
How would they look on a child?
Not-not my child, Haruhi thought, trying to hide her inner panic as Tamaki let out a screech and the twins began to laugh. I mean, I’m not a silly hormonal girl, planning ahead to my marriage No, no, that’s not it, it’s just…. I just… mean…
A baby, a blonde, a mini-Tamaki, would be adorable.
But it wasn’t that.
Haruhi wondered how those eyes would have looked four years ago, on a younger Tamaki- were his eyes always this happy when he was a child, or had they lost a little of their shine over the years? The years he was called unwanted, a bastard, a motherless child, a half-foreigner, an outsider?
Tamaki-senpai must have felt very alone, she realized, but everyone has always loved him. It’s because of him that we’re all here, and that the only thing the twins destroy now is napkins, and not hearts. And that Kyouya-senpai feels free to even be here. The only reason that I’ve…
“Don’t you want to play, Haruhi?”
The flaming napkin had been picked up and properly disposed of (doused in the water of a flower vase) by Kyouya.
“No, thank you,” Haruhi said, with the taste of what was to happen on her tongue, “I don’t want to -“
“Haruhi. Another fifteen thousand yen to your debt.”
Family of five, happily dysfunctional…
/edit/: Whoot! Won second! :3
written for:
ouran_contest; prompt - children
a/n: This was honestly something I did pretty quickly. (I wanted to get my entry in! Ah, well, it came out satisfactory, sooo...). It touches on some ideas that have been (especially recently) brought up in the manga. It's slight TamaHaru, because something about 'children' just SCREAMS Tamaki. ^_^
rating: pretty much K. Oh, the twins set something on fire.
word count: 372
Family of five seeks living space.
The twins were setting something of Tamaki’s on fire. Fire.
No; family of five seeks place to blow up.
One sensible daughter and a mommy (the one who was always in charge), a daddy (who only appeared to be in charge), and two very, very naughty children.
Children.
Haruhi glanced over at her father.
Oh, no. She’d just mentally referred to Tamaki as her ‘father’. How insane was she, to play along with these ‘family’ games now?
Now, when she…
Another glance to her ‘father’.
His blue eyes were so kind.
How would they look on a child?
Not-not my child, Haruhi thought, trying to hide her inner panic as Tamaki let out a screech and the twins began to laugh. I mean, I’m not a silly hormonal girl, planning ahead to my marriage No, no, that’s not it, it’s just…. I just… mean…
A baby, a blonde, a mini-Tamaki, would be adorable.
But it wasn’t that.
Haruhi wondered how those eyes would have looked four years ago, on a younger Tamaki- were his eyes always this happy when he was a child, or had they lost a little of their shine over the years? The years he was called unwanted, a bastard, a motherless child, a half-foreigner, an outsider?
Tamaki-senpai must have felt very alone, she realized, but everyone has always loved him. It’s because of him that we’re all here, and that the only thing the twins destroy now is napkins, and not hearts. And that Kyouya-senpai feels free to even be here. The only reason that I’ve…
“Don’t you want to play, Haruhi?”
The flaming napkin had been picked up and properly disposed of (doused in the water of a flower vase) by Kyouya.
“No, thank you,” Haruhi said, with the taste of what was to happen on her tongue, “I don’t want to -“
“Haruhi. Another fifteen thousand yen to your debt.”
Family of five, happily dysfunctional…
/edit/: Whoot! Won second! :3