"Sarani"
Title: "Sarani" (After All)
Rating: G
Warnings: none?
Summary: She had expected him to take the news much worse...
I've been itching to write some variation of this for ages, and this is what came out of it. It's a very short little drabble, but I had fun with it <3
Tamaki, at least, has the decency to breathe in, breathe out, and clear his throat before he speaks. It gives him time to think. He is far more considerate than the others give him credit for, and it calms her own nerves slightly to see him so controlled, drawing himself into some barely visible shell of self-control that he so rarely uses.
“Oh…” is all that escapes his lips, and the silence is thick for a moment, oozing warm like golden honey over her fingertips on summer mornings of her childhood. For just that brief second she wishes she could go back.
“So… what are we going to do?” Haruhi is, for once, completely unsure of what to say or do in a situation that involves her own future. She is not accustomed to feeling so lost, and it terrifies her. However, Tamaki’s surprising composure keeps her centered. She wonders if he can tell that she doesn’t know what to do. Slowly, he takes her hands in his, and his skin is so warm against hers that she can breathe again.
“That’s your decision to make, Haruhi,” he informs her, at which she wants to grumble. “But whatever choice you do make, I promise I’ll support you fully…” his eyes are deep and soulful at this moment, and Haruhi looks past them to the fluttering cherry blossoms outside the window of the Suoh estate, innocent and uncaring of the drama that unfolds behind the pane of glass. The butterflies in Haruhi’s stomach seem to be making a break for her throat, and for a moment she has to clamp a hand over her mouth, letting go of one of Tamaki’s and losing that much of their contact for a moment.
“No I… I want you to help me. It’s your baby too, Tamaki-sempai,” at this, he chokes, his new composure draining away for a moment and allowing her to catch a glimpse of the raw, unpolished Tamaki poking through the cracks. It is a fascinating sight, and she stands transfixed until he pieces himself back together.
“But Haruhi, I can’t make this decision for you! Ultimately it should be your own, since you’re the one who will have to do most of the work and--”
“What would you do?” she asks him, and he stops and stares. He seems to notice the desperation in her doe eyes as she blinks up at him, fiddling with the buttons of the uniform jacket she is still wearing from school. “If the whole thing was up to you, what would you do right now?”
For a moment, Tamaki looks like he wants to panic, and then he smiles. “If I could choose, then I would have this baby with you. I would choose to support you the whole way, and be… be a father,” he pales a little at his own words and seems slightly afraid of her reaction, but he smiles. “If it were up to me, I would be this child’s father.”
Slowly, Haruhi allows her torso to fall forward and rest against his. His light scent fills her head and she closes her eyes, trying her best to ignore the tension that she can still feel pooled in her abdomen, the infinite knot of stress that rarely fails to worm its way into her consciousness. Unconsciously, she can feel her hand reach up and clutch at his jacket. He is warm and solid beneath her cheek, and such stability is a welcome thing at the moment. Without warning she can feel his strong arms reaching down to pull her ever closer, to hold her with that embrace that should make her feel uncomfortable given the situation, but it can’t.
“It was never just a one night stand, was it?” he breathes, and she shakes her head against his jacket, melting against him for the moment in what she swears is relief. Tamaki breathes deeply several times, and she can feel his chest moving under her cheek. “Then we’ll do this together?”
“Yes,” Haruhi whispers, more relaxed than she has been in weeks, more relieved than she could have imagined, and slightly less afraid of the future at this moment than she can recall being since her visit to the doctor’s office. “Together,” it has a nice sound to it; together. She wraps its meaning around her little finger to keep with her on dark nights and smiles into the powder blue fabric. Together… she lets it fly happily out the window on wings of its own and join the flower petals in the brightness of the spring afternoon.
Rating: G
Warnings: none?
Summary: She had expected him to take the news much worse...
I've been itching to write some variation of this for ages, and this is what came out of it. It's a very short little drabble, but I had fun with it <3
Tamaki, at least, has the decency to breathe in, breathe out, and clear his throat before he speaks. It gives him time to think. He is far more considerate than the others give him credit for, and it calms her own nerves slightly to see him so controlled, drawing himself into some barely visible shell of self-control that he so rarely uses.
“Oh…” is all that escapes his lips, and the silence is thick for a moment, oozing warm like golden honey over her fingertips on summer mornings of her childhood. For just that brief second she wishes she could go back.
“So… what are we going to do?” Haruhi is, for once, completely unsure of what to say or do in a situation that involves her own future. She is not accustomed to feeling so lost, and it terrifies her. However, Tamaki’s surprising composure keeps her centered. She wonders if he can tell that she doesn’t know what to do. Slowly, he takes her hands in his, and his skin is so warm against hers that she can breathe again.
“That’s your decision to make, Haruhi,” he informs her, at which she wants to grumble. “But whatever choice you do make, I promise I’ll support you fully…” his eyes are deep and soulful at this moment, and Haruhi looks past them to the fluttering cherry blossoms outside the window of the Suoh estate, innocent and uncaring of the drama that unfolds behind the pane of glass. The butterflies in Haruhi’s stomach seem to be making a break for her throat, and for a moment she has to clamp a hand over her mouth, letting go of one of Tamaki’s and losing that much of their contact for a moment.
“No I… I want you to help me. It’s your baby too, Tamaki-sempai,” at this, he chokes, his new composure draining away for a moment and allowing her to catch a glimpse of the raw, unpolished Tamaki poking through the cracks. It is a fascinating sight, and she stands transfixed until he pieces himself back together.
“But Haruhi, I can’t make this decision for you! Ultimately it should be your own, since you’re the one who will have to do most of the work and--”
“What would you do?” she asks him, and he stops and stares. He seems to notice the desperation in her doe eyes as she blinks up at him, fiddling with the buttons of the uniform jacket she is still wearing from school. “If the whole thing was up to you, what would you do right now?”
For a moment, Tamaki looks like he wants to panic, and then he smiles. “If I could choose, then I would have this baby with you. I would choose to support you the whole way, and be… be a father,” he pales a little at his own words and seems slightly afraid of her reaction, but he smiles. “If it were up to me, I would be this child’s father.”
Slowly, Haruhi allows her torso to fall forward and rest against his. His light scent fills her head and she closes her eyes, trying her best to ignore the tension that she can still feel pooled in her abdomen, the infinite knot of stress that rarely fails to worm its way into her consciousness. Unconsciously, she can feel her hand reach up and clutch at his jacket. He is warm and solid beneath her cheek, and such stability is a welcome thing at the moment. Without warning she can feel his strong arms reaching down to pull her ever closer, to hold her with that embrace that should make her feel uncomfortable given the situation, but it can’t.
“It was never just a one night stand, was it?” he breathes, and she shakes her head against his jacket, melting against him for the moment in what she swears is relief. Tamaki breathes deeply several times, and she can feel his chest moving under her cheek. “Then we’ll do this together?”
“Yes,” Haruhi whispers, more relaxed than she has been in weeks, more relieved than she could have imagined, and slightly less afraid of the future at this moment than she can recall being since her visit to the doctor’s office. “Together,” it has a nice sound to it; together. She wraps its meaning around her little finger to keep with her on dark nights and smiles into the powder blue fabric. Together… she lets it fly happily out the window on wings of its own and join the flower petals in the brightness of the spring afternoon.