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Disclaimer: The Writer does not Ouran High School Host Club or any of its characters. This disclaimer is effective through later chapters.
Prologue
Haruhi was an independent young woman with a great dream of becoming a lawyer just like her beloved mother, Kotoko, who sorrowfully passed away. The pressure in Ouran could have been overwhelming for her but Haruhi always remembered her mother. Kotoko was always the reason behind her daughter’s driven disposition.
The brunette held a deep longing for her mother. A deep pain of absence that she kept within her heart and covered with smiles and laughters.
Haruhi wished that her mother could see her now, see how much she had done to maintain at top of the class... and see how much she had to go through every damn day dressed as a man just to pay off a dept.
“Haruhi!!!” Streaks of golden light flashed in the corner of Haruhi’s eyes, disturbing her solemn thoughts. Yes, okaasan would have been proud seeing how I ever survive putting up with people like this one... sigh...
Smiling like an idiot, a tall blue-eyed blond came bouncing her way.
“Good morning, Ha-ru-hi!!!” Tamaki Suoh approached her, pressing a quick hug.
“Tamaki-sempai?” Haruhi, already used to the blond's unusual antics, responded differently, “What are you doing here?”
“How rude, Haruhi!” Tamaki-sempai pointed, a hand on his hip and a well-kempt finger twirling in the air, “You were greeted by an upperclassman and it is the way of the way to reply courteously.”
“Way of the way?” Haruhi arched an eyebrow, “I was just surprised to see you within fifty meter near the entrance without services.” What the hell does he mean by 'way of the way'?
“You’re still being rude!” Tamaki-sempai stumped his foot, ignoring Haruhi's question.
“Good morning then,” said Haruhi out of annoyance. The brat…
“There's a good little girl,” said Tamaki-sempai, patting her brown head. “Now,” he started afresh as he walked Haruhi to her homeroom, “I, Prince Tamaki, was waiting for you that’s why I was near the gate.”
“Why would sempai wait for me?”
“Because I wanted to surprise you!” he exclaimed, “and...” he paused for an effect.
“Go on.” Haruhi was barely interested at all. Still they walked side by side before turning to a flight of stairs.
“Within a few days, the Ouran Host Club will be holding a very, very, very special event. Do you know what it is?”
“Kyoya-sempai called last night,” Haruhi answered, “and told me that we will have some sort of fashion show. A regular customer requested for it, he said.”
“Nyaaaa… You already knew… But I was supposed to surprise you,” said Tamaki, very disappointed. He had been daydreaming earlier about Haruhi wearing laced dresses. It would have been wonderful to watch his daughter on the catwalk posing as he took her photographs. Oh, how it boiled him…
“Honestly, I don’t want to go. Fashion is really not my thing,” Haruhi said bluntly, waking him from his short reverie, “Not to mention that the twins are in charge of that show. Who knows what they'll be cooking up this time."
"You have no faith in your brothers, Haruhi?"
"The last time they played Dress-Me-Up, I almost ended up wearing a nothing but strings for a swim suit."
Tamaki almost tripped to that revelation. Heavy red line streaked across his face. The thought of Haruhi wearing nothing... Which means nude... no, she had said something about a swim suit... that was made of strings... No, erase those perverse thoughts! Erase them...NOW!
"I don’t want to be bothered about it now," Haruhi continued, "I have tests coming and I haven’t gotten through my notes that thoroughly. May be I could just skip this time… Sempai?” Haruhi found herself rambling while Tamaki had fallen back, a strange look on his face.
“Huh? What was that? I’m sorry-- I didn’t catch that.” Tamaki was actually watching Haruhi intently.
“You’re doing it again, sempai,” said Haruhi facing him.
“W-what?! I mean... What am I doing... exactly?” The blush deepened. He tried to hide it with hand over the lower part of his face as if thinking thoroughly. Does she... I mean... Jeez, she does have an eye for things usually undetermined by other people. Like how Hikaru is different from Kaoru. Stop the staring already!!!
Haruhi sighed, “Acting like a total weirdo.”
Tamaki fell flat on his face.
Haruhi could be so cruel sometimes. She could say the most obvious things straight to your face without thinking it will hurt. But her words were always true and the truth often hurts.
Truth also sets you free.
Haruhi’s words were never restrained from voicing out her opinions and ideas. But that is what Tamaki liked about his made-believe child: her absolute honest heart.
Haruhi.
He saw her as a precious gem; pure and untouched by the pollutions of greed, apathy, or corruption. Yes, she is a good daughter. And a good daughter deserves everything from a good father.
“Ah, Haruhi, you get to class. I’ll see you later!” he finally said and ran back down the stair case.
Haruhi watched him go. Concern and vexation marked her face as she turned to resume her walk. “Something's up with him lately,” she whispered to no one in particular.
If only Haruhi knew.
If only Tamaki could realize his feelings for her is not at all paternal... and stop being an ahou!
Writers Note:
#This one is not a One-shot. REN has made this very light and mushy but REN promises that things will deepen very soon.
#This story does not take place along the Ouran manga or anime timeline. REN is making another universe out of this one.
#What does the reader think about a TamakixHaruhi pairing? REN knows a lot of people are rooting for this couple so let REN know through reviews. If the readers have other pairings in their fanciful mind, let REN know as well.
Next chapter, Haruhi meets a new friend... who is he and what does he want from the host club?