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rvTitle: Nightmare
Rating: G
Warnings: 1st person
Words: 816
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings/Characters: Kyouya/Tamaki (one-sided), Tamaki/Haruhi (hinted)
By the time I was shirtless and unzipping the side-zipper of the ungodly humongous and frilly purple and black dress that had been assigned for me to wear this afternoon, Tamaki was already prancing around in his many red and white layers, long yellow wig bouncing in curls behind him and make-up having just been applied to his face by the twins. It wasn’t much of an odd sight, quite honestly, Tamaki would probably parade around in Victorian dresses any day of the year if his status would allow it.
I rolled my eyes and turned away with a chuckle, unable to hide my amusement. Tamaki was such a nutcase…
Eventually I was forced to stare down into the opening of the dress and at the floor beneath the layers, wondering how I kept letting him convince me to do such ridiculous things for him. In the end, it was all for the club and its profits, so I guess that kept me somewhat motivated, but at first it would be a task done for him. I still couldn’t figure out what I got in return for doing these things for him.
I stepped into the dress grudgingly, and I could feel my face soften when I realized the reason why I did the things I did. What I got in return for putting on a dress or walking around with fruit on my head was something that was more of a sentimental reward than a physical one.
It made Tamaki happy.
After I zipped up the dress, the twins immediately rushed over in their orange and blue dresses to attach hairpieces to my head and paint make-up on my face. Normally, I’d object and shove them aside, but today I just sighed and crossed my arms, shutting my eyes and waiting patiently until they finished. Their continuous talking and laughing was nothing but background noise at this point; I just wanted to be out of the dressing room.
I got my wish soon after putting on the proper shoes and other accessories to finish my outfit, and was greeted with the make-up covered face of a blond-haired, purple-eyed boy with a large smile pasted right onto his features.
“Aren’t you excited, Kyouya?! This is has got to be one of my best ideas yet!”
I stared at him, gave him a small smile, and pushed up my glasses. “I must admit, this will most likely bring in more profits than the usual special event.”
Tamaki beamed and continued on his flamboyant path of host-hood across the music room, and seemed to be headed somewhere in particular. I had to hide my smile with the fan given to me by Hunny at some point in time; seeing Tamaki happy…it set off something in me that made me want to be happy for him or with him, even if I didn’t care about what he was so happy about. It was a chain reaction, basically.
However, my smile turned quickly into a frown as I realized where that “somewhere in particular” was. Right towards Haruhi, standing still and bored in an elegant and eccentric red and brown dress. Tamaki was already coddling her and hugging her tight while she tried to push herself away from his idiocy.
It was ironic…they were perfect for each other, yet they were the only ones who couldn’t see that. Tamaki was in love with Haruhi, and Haruhi was in love with Tamaki, but both of them were too oblivious to realize their own feelings. It was aggravating, really, watching them be obliviously in love with each other.
And yet this scene of them together, with me firmly out of the picture, was the perfect dream that I would prefer over my always-returning nightmare, the nightmare that should have been my perfect dream with me in Haruhi’s place with Tamaki. A dream because it was what I wanted, a nightmare because it wasn’t what Tamaki wanted, and that was all that mattered. He needed her more than I needed him, and that was the way it had to be. We made great best friends, but we could never be together for the simple reason that I wasn’t what he needed. Haruhi and I are alike in many ways, but the combination of traits that she held exceeded that of mine.
I never thought I’d be in this one-sided situation, and if it ever crossed my mind I’m sure I would have assumed that I’d eventually get what I wanted. Obviously I was wrong, very wrong.
I believe that my true nightmare was realizing that my dream would never happen, and that I would do nothing to change that fact. That was frightening to me. I had given up so easily, and for the stupidest of reasons.
It was all for the sole benefit of Tamaki, and only Tamaki.
Rating: G
Warnings: 1st person
Words: 816
Series: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairings/Characters: Kyouya/Tamaki (one-sided), Tamaki/Haruhi (hinted)
By the time I was shirtless and unzipping the side-zipper of the ungodly humongous and frilly purple and black dress that had been assigned for me to wear this afternoon, Tamaki was already prancing around in his many red and white layers, long yellow wig bouncing in curls behind him and make-up having just been applied to his face by the twins. It wasn’t much of an odd sight, quite honestly, Tamaki would probably parade around in Victorian dresses any day of the year if his status would allow it.
I rolled my eyes and turned away with a chuckle, unable to hide my amusement. Tamaki was such a nutcase…
Eventually I was forced to stare down into the opening of the dress and at the floor beneath the layers, wondering how I kept letting him convince me to do such ridiculous things for him. In the end, it was all for the club and its profits, so I guess that kept me somewhat motivated, but at first it would be a task done for him. I still couldn’t figure out what I got in return for doing these things for him.
I stepped into the dress grudgingly, and I could feel my face soften when I realized the reason why I did the things I did. What I got in return for putting on a dress or walking around with fruit on my head was something that was more of a sentimental reward than a physical one.
It made Tamaki happy.
After I zipped up the dress, the twins immediately rushed over in their orange and blue dresses to attach hairpieces to my head and paint make-up on my face. Normally, I’d object and shove them aside, but today I just sighed and crossed my arms, shutting my eyes and waiting patiently until they finished. Their continuous talking and laughing was nothing but background noise at this point; I just wanted to be out of the dressing room.
I got my wish soon after putting on the proper shoes and other accessories to finish my outfit, and was greeted with the make-up covered face of a blond-haired, purple-eyed boy with a large smile pasted right onto his features.
“Aren’t you excited, Kyouya?! This is has got to be one of my best ideas yet!”
I stared at him, gave him a small smile, and pushed up my glasses. “I must admit, this will most likely bring in more profits than the usual special event.”
Tamaki beamed and continued on his flamboyant path of host-hood across the music room, and seemed to be headed somewhere in particular. I had to hide my smile with the fan given to me by Hunny at some point in time; seeing Tamaki happy…it set off something in me that made me want to be happy for him or with him, even if I didn’t care about what he was so happy about. It was a chain reaction, basically.
However, my smile turned quickly into a frown as I realized where that “somewhere in particular” was. Right towards Haruhi, standing still and bored in an elegant and eccentric red and brown dress. Tamaki was already coddling her and hugging her tight while she tried to push herself away from his idiocy.
It was ironic…they were perfect for each other, yet they were the only ones who couldn’t see that. Tamaki was in love with Haruhi, and Haruhi was in love with Tamaki, but both of them were too oblivious to realize their own feelings. It was aggravating, really, watching them be obliviously in love with each other.
And yet this scene of them together, with me firmly out of the picture, was the perfect dream that I would prefer over my always-returning nightmare, the nightmare that should have been my perfect dream with me in Haruhi’s place with Tamaki. A dream because it was what I wanted, a nightmare because it wasn’t what Tamaki wanted, and that was all that mattered. He needed her more than I needed him, and that was the way it had to be. We made great best friends, but we could never be together for the simple reason that I wasn’t what he needed. Haruhi and I are alike in many ways, but the combination of traits that she held exceeded that of mine.
I never thought I’d be in this one-sided situation, and if it ever crossed my mind I’m sure I would have assumed that I’d eventually get what I wanted. Obviously I was wrong, very wrong.
I believe that my true nightmare was realizing that my dream would never happen, and that I would do nothing to change that fact. That was frightening to me. I had given up so easily, and for the stupidest of reasons.
It was all for the sole benefit of Tamaki, and only Tamaki.
