Oddballs update
I am such a little liar.
I found this story done on my drive, and had to post it.
Tamaki had rediscovered a favorite pastime.
The twins, almost always ready for a contest, scrambled up, shouting out challenges to their lord. After griping for two seconds about not waiting for him to give instructions, Tamaki raced after then, ignoring the scratches and bumps he accumulated on his way up in his enthusiasm to beat the twins.
Still on the ground, Haruhi sighed.
It wasn’t as though she had never climbed a tree before, but really, she had thought those days were over. With Tamaki, she was learning her childhood was never too far behind her.
“We might as well get it over with,” Kyouya commented, sounding annoyed. Mori lifted Honey up to the first branch, and the small karate champion climbed like a pro, giving encouragement to the others as he went.
Mori offered a foot up, and Haruhi thanked him, grateful that she didn’t have to ask Kyouya for help.
Kyouya paused for a moment after Mori started up, sighing softly as he thought of the damage he was going to do to his uniform.
Past the first branch, he almost lost his glasses when he straightened too fast and ran into a bunch of leaves.
Biting back his irritation, and the desire to snap at Tamaki, he reached for the next branch.
A few moments later he caught up with Haruhi, who looked perfectly content to stay where she was.
“Kyouya-senpai! I didn’t expect you to participate this time,” she commented, and he leaned back against the main trunk to catch his breath. Despite Tamaki often coming up with these stupid ideas, he rarely had to expend so much physical energy in keeping up with the idiot.
Something suddenly occurred to him, and his brow began to tick in anger. Glancing up at the freshman, he decided that asking her would be better than asking any other Host Club member.
“Haruhi.”
Her attention was grabbed by his too-calm tone, which usually preceded an irritated mood. She raised an eyebrow in question.
“How do you get down from here?”
Haruhi just barely kept her jaw from dropping. This was perhaps the first time she had ever seen the Ootori do something without first thinking it through, and the first time he had been at a loss for a solution immediately after.
Seeing his unwavering stare becoming a glare, she quickly gulped and slid farther on the branch she was sitting on.
“You have to lower yourself down,” she explained, showing him as she lowered her body off the tree limb to the one he was standing on. She dangled by her hands for a moment, gathering her balance and her courage - she was a few inches too short to reach it with her feet.
Then she let go, eyes going huge as she hit the branch then wobbled, trying not to flail too badly and fall 10 feet to the ground.
Kyouya grabbed at her, and a bit horrified himself at her near-fall, pulled with more strength than he had intended.
Haruhi collided into his chest with a surprised ‘oomph,’ and both stayed there for a full five seconds from sheer shock and a little bit of having the wind knocked out of them.
“Sorry,” she said a moment later, pushing away. “Maybe we should wait for Mori and Honey to come back down.”
Kyouya was silent, his glasses at that precise angle where she couldn’t see his eyes.
Resigning herself to waiting until the others reached the top and then returned down, she sat down on the wider branch and focused her mind on dinner, and whether she had the ingredients necessary to make katsu-udon for two.
When he felt her attention was completely off him, Kyouya shifted his gaze down to Haruhi’s head, and speculated.
A moment later a blond head descended before him, and it was only the golden brown eyes staring innocently into his that stopped a tirade.
“Kyou-chan, whatcha doing?” Honey asked.
Haruhi’s attention was pulled back to the present moment, and she smiled up at the senior.
“I’m afraid I can’t get down, Honey-senpai,” she explained, saving Kyouya from looking, well, incompetent at tree climbing. “Is Mori-senpai on his way?” she asked.
“Yup,” Honey replied, and leapt down nimbly to sit beside her. “Hey, hey! Let’s hang, Haru-chan!”
He did just that without waiting for a response, and began to giggle.
After watching him swing by the knees for a few moments, Haruhi gave in to the inevitable and twisted around to do the same.
Kyouya merely stared at them, wondering if the Host Club was going to be reduced to such ideas like this for the rest of the year. A second later he decided to make Tamaki’s life miserable until the blond toned it down to the stupid things he could handle.
Still, it was amusing to see a few inches of Haruhi’s middle as the school blazer struggled against gravity.
Next time, he was definitely staying on the ground.
He would have a better view from there.
I found this story done on my drive, and had to post it.
Tamaki had rediscovered a favorite pastime.
The twins, almost always ready for a contest, scrambled up, shouting out challenges to their lord. After griping for two seconds about not waiting for him to give instructions, Tamaki raced after then, ignoring the scratches and bumps he accumulated on his way up in his enthusiasm to beat the twins.
Still on the ground, Haruhi sighed.
It wasn’t as though she had never climbed a tree before, but really, she had thought those days were over. With Tamaki, she was learning her childhood was never too far behind her.
“We might as well get it over with,” Kyouya commented, sounding annoyed. Mori lifted Honey up to the first branch, and the small karate champion climbed like a pro, giving encouragement to the others as he went.
Mori offered a foot up, and Haruhi thanked him, grateful that she didn’t have to ask Kyouya for help.
Kyouya paused for a moment after Mori started up, sighing softly as he thought of the damage he was going to do to his uniform.
Past the first branch, he almost lost his glasses when he straightened too fast and ran into a bunch of leaves.
Biting back his irritation, and the desire to snap at Tamaki, he reached for the next branch.
A few moments later he caught up with Haruhi, who looked perfectly content to stay where she was.
“Kyouya-senpai! I didn’t expect you to participate this time,” she commented, and he leaned back against the main trunk to catch his breath. Despite Tamaki often coming up with these stupid ideas, he rarely had to expend so much physical energy in keeping up with the idiot.
Something suddenly occurred to him, and his brow began to tick in anger. Glancing up at the freshman, he decided that asking her would be better than asking any other Host Club member.
“Haruhi.”
Her attention was grabbed by his too-calm tone, which usually preceded an irritated mood. She raised an eyebrow in question.
“How do you get down from here?”
Haruhi just barely kept her jaw from dropping. This was perhaps the first time she had ever seen the Ootori do something without first thinking it through, and the first time he had been at a loss for a solution immediately after.
Seeing his unwavering stare becoming a glare, she quickly gulped and slid farther on the branch she was sitting on.
“You have to lower yourself down,” she explained, showing him as she lowered her body off the tree limb to the one he was standing on. She dangled by her hands for a moment, gathering her balance and her courage - she was a few inches too short to reach it with her feet.
Then she let go, eyes going huge as she hit the branch then wobbled, trying not to flail too badly and fall 10 feet to the ground.
Kyouya grabbed at her, and a bit horrified himself at her near-fall, pulled with more strength than he had intended.
Haruhi collided into his chest with a surprised ‘oomph,’ and both stayed there for a full five seconds from sheer shock and a little bit of having the wind knocked out of them.
“Sorry,” she said a moment later, pushing away. “Maybe we should wait for Mori and Honey to come back down.”
Kyouya was silent, his glasses at that precise angle where she couldn’t see his eyes.
Resigning herself to waiting until the others reached the top and then returned down, she sat down on the wider branch and focused her mind on dinner, and whether she had the ingredients necessary to make katsu-udon for two.
When he felt her attention was completely off him, Kyouya shifted his gaze down to Haruhi’s head, and speculated.
A moment later a blond head descended before him, and it was only the golden brown eyes staring innocently into his that stopped a tirade.
“Kyou-chan, whatcha doing?” Honey asked.
Haruhi’s attention was pulled back to the present moment, and she smiled up at the senior.
“I’m afraid I can’t get down, Honey-senpai,” she explained, saving Kyouya from looking, well, incompetent at tree climbing. “Is Mori-senpai on his way?” she asked.
“Yup,” Honey replied, and leapt down nimbly to sit beside her. “Hey, hey! Let’s hang, Haru-chan!”
He did just that without waiting for a response, and began to giggle.
After watching him swing by the knees for a few moments, Haruhi gave in to the inevitable and twisted around to do the same.
Kyouya merely stared at them, wondering if the Host Club was going to be reduced to such ideas like this for the rest of the year. A second later he decided to make Tamaki’s life miserable until the blond toned it down to the stupid things he could handle.
Still, it was amusing to see a few inches of Haruhi’s middle as the school blazer struggled against gravity.
Next time, he was definitely staying on the ground.
He would have a better view from there.