Into the Dark. (Ouran, Kyouya/Haruhi.)
Title: Into the Dark.
Author/Artist: allira_dream
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 200.
Summary: Comfort isn't something that comes easy for Kyouya.
A/N: Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Kyouya: Fear granting other kinds of courage - "I'll just hide until the storm passes."
Into the Dark.
Tamaki, Kyouya thinks, would know how to make this better. It has always been Tamaki's gift and the reason why he is such a good host: he always sees what the other people need. A smile, a compliment, a friend.
If it was Tamaki here, Kyouya thinks, he'd know what to say every time Haruhi can't help herself and she yells in fright when a thunder booms through the storm where he can only stay outside the closet where she hid herself, making sure that nothing else would do her harm.
Haruhi screams again after a particular loud thunder seems to even rattle the windows. The lights flicker off. Kyouya remembers, just for a moment, of what his mother did when he was afraid of the dark, of what his sister kept on doing for a while, after their mother died.
He is not like them; comfort isn't an asset he knows how to handle, not like this. But Haruhi is terrified inside the closet, and Kyouya, who has never liked improvising, decides that he'll make do with what he has, with what he has been shown.
Carefully, Kyouya opens the door to the closet, joining Haruhi in the dark.
Author/Artist: allira_dream
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 200.
Summary: Comfort isn't something that comes easy for Kyouya.
A/N: Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi/Kyouya: Fear granting other kinds of courage - "I'll just hide until the storm passes."
Into the Dark.
Tamaki, Kyouya thinks, would know how to make this better. It has always been Tamaki's gift and the reason why he is such a good host: he always sees what the other people need. A smile, a compliment, a friend.
If it was Tamaki here, Kyouya thinks, he'd know what to say every time Haruhi can't help herself and she yells in fright when a thunder booms through the storm where he can only stay outside the closet where she hid herself, making sure that nothing else would do her harm.
Haruhi screams again after a particular loud thunder seems to even rattle the windows. The lights flicker off. Kyouya remembers, just for a moment, of what his mother did when he was afraid of the dark, of what his sister kept on doing for a while, after their mother died.
He is not like them; comfort isn't an asset he knows how to handle, not like this. But Haruhi is terrified inside the closet, and Kyouya, who has never liked improvising, decides that he'll make do with what he has, with what he has been shown.
Carefully, Kyouya opens the door to the closet, joining Haruhi in the dark.