FIC: Sometimes A Rose [Ouran Host Club]
Jun. 12th, 2006 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarisiaI actually posted this a while back in lyzz's journal. This is a little drabble for an anime I've gotten into recently: Ohran High School Host Club. It's safe for anyone to read, even you non-slashy people, since it is... of all things.... het-gen.
Sometimes a Rose
It was not exactly love that stood out between Suou Tamaki and Fujioka Haruhi. And as he watched the two of them stand, side-by-side, beneath the summer sun, Kyouya understood this. No, it was not the kind of love that blossomed between man and woman, but it was something near it.
Tamaki, who was beautiful and charming and wonderful in all the right ways, had never met a woman he hadn't loved. He loved them in all their forms, and he believed them all to be beautiful. Though he often disguised it with flights of fancy and exaggerated dramatics, he only wanted for one thing: that every woman in the world be happy. Kyouya knew that Tamaki was an excellent host, but sometimes... Tamaki could be very stupid.
And Haruhi, who was sweet and kind and beautiful in all the right ways, had never found someone who loved her. Everyone liked her - very much so - and she liked everyone, could see through them to their heart. Perhaps, even to their soul, with the greatest of ease. Kyouya knew that Haruhi would be best at understanding the whims of the host club's king, but sometimes... Haruhi could be very dense.
So, maybe that was it.
Two people who fit each other, loving and needing love.
Kyouya knew that it was human nature to be stupid sometimes, but that was okay.
Sometimes, it's enough to just be near. To stand side-by-side with shoulders and hands brushing without lingering. And even though they're both sometimes stupid, Kyouya can see the love that's budding into a rose between them.
When he smiles with a soft chuckle, he gets an odd look from both of them, but he waves off their reactions before shoving up his glasses.
It's just two more satisfied customers.
Sometimes a Rose
It was not exactly love that stood out between Suou Tamaki and Fujioka Haruhi. And as he watched the two of them stand, side-by-side, beneath the summer sun, Kyouya understood this. No, it was not the kind of love that blossomed between man and woman, but it was something near it.
Tamaki, who was beautiful and charming and wonderful in all the right ways, had never met a woman he hadn't loved. He loved them in all their forms, and he believed them all to be beautiful. Though he often disguised it with flights of fancy and exaggerated dramatics, he only wanted for one thing: that every woman in the world be happy. Kyouya knew that Tamaki was an excellent host, but sometimes... Tamaki could be very stupid.
And Haruhi, who was sweet and kind and beautiful in all the right ways, had never found someone who loved her. Everyone liked her - very much so - and she liked everyone, could see through them to their heart. Perhaps, even to their soul, with the greatest of ease. Kyouya knew that Haruhi would be best at understanding the whims of the host club's king, but sometimes... Haruhi could be very dense.
So, maybe that was it.
Two people who fit each other, loving and needing love.
Kyouya knew that it was human nature to be stupid sometimes, but that was okay.
Sometimes, it's enough to just be near. To stand side-by-side with shoulders and hands brushing without lingering. And even though they're both sometimes stupid, Kyouya can see the love that's budding into a rose between them.
When he smiles with a soft chuckle, he gets an odd look from both of them, but he waves off their reactions before shoving up his glasses.
It's just two more satisfied customers.
