Ouran: Dream Girl
Well, here's my entry for ouran_contest's "Dream" theme (XDDDD IT RHYMES!). It's TamaHaru again... please don't shoot me for this.
As a hopeless romantic, from an early age Tamaki Suoh had a general idea of what kind of person his dream girl would be. As he had always looked up to his mother, he had always envisioned someone like her; graceful, gentle and kind with her fair beauty and ability to get along with nearly everyone she came into contact with. Tamaki knew that his dream girl was patient and thoughtful as well as fun and spontaneous, and though it was slightly embarrassing as a boy to be thinking of such things, he held onto this ideal well into his seventeenth year.
It was true that Tamaki had always known the kind of person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, just as nearly every young girl dreams up her prince charming. So it came as quite a shock to him that sometime during his second year of high school, midway through his seventeenth year of life, that suddenly the notion of his dream girl changed completely. Suddenly she was someone stubborn and outspoken, who lacked the tenderness he had so long believed he would find so attractive in a woman. His desires changed from someone who was graceful to someone who lacked the general ability to avoid breaking things at times. This dream girl was not a delicate damsel who would often require saving on his part, at least not for conventional reasons. All predisposed notions of feminine beauty were brushed aside to make room for the new notion that despite a lack of feminine wiles, one could still be beautiful beyond all doubt. This sudden change of heart left him more than a little stunned, and he could not deny that the time it started to take place corresponded exactly with the time he met one Haruhi Fujioka.
"Haruhi?" he asked the girl happily, nuzzling up against her as she sat at the table in her kitchen, head buried in books. "How much do you love me?"
"Not now, Tamaki-sempai," she dismissed him with a light sigh, brushing bits of her short brown hair out of her face. "I really have to study for this test."
"You always do fine, darling!" he reminded her, kissing a defiant trail up his lady's face and drawing another frustrated sigh from her mouth. "Isn't it time to take a break? Your poor boyfriend is here pining for your attention!"
Slowly, Haruhi put down her book and turned her upper body in the chair so it faced him. Her hair was mussed from running a distracted hand through it so many times, and the look on her face was one of irritation at him for bothering her when she was trying to study. She was fierce and a bit grumpy and even a little boyish, but Tamaki could not help the thought of how beautiful he found her at this moment.
"Fine," she replied after a long moment, and Tamaki charged forward, barreling into her and capturing her in his arms and nuzzling her. There was no doubt in his mind that he didn't want his dream girl any other way.
As a hopeless romantic, from an early age Tamaki Suoh had a general idea of what kind of person his dream girl would be. As he had always looked up to his mother, he had always envisioned someone like her; graceful, gentle and kind with her fair beauty and ability to get along with nearly everyone she came into contact with. Tamaki knew that his dream girl was patient and thoughtful as well as fun and spontaneous, and though it was slightly embarrassing as a boy to be thinking of such things, he held onto this ideal well into his seventeenth year.
It was true that Tamaki had always known the kind of person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, just as nearly every young girl dreams up her prince charming. So it came as quite a shock to him that sometime during his second year of high school, midway through his seventeenth year of life, that suddenly the notion of his dream girl changed completely. Suddenly she was someone stubborn and outspoken, who lacked the tenderness he had so long believed he would find so attractive in a woman. His desires changed from someone who was graceful to someone who lacked the general ability to avoid breaking things at times. This dream girl was not a delicate damsel who would often require saving on his part, at least not for conventional reasons. All predisposed notions of feminine beauty were brushed aside to make room for the new notion that despite a lack of feminine wiles, one could still be beautiful beyond all doubt. This sudden change of heart left him more than a little stunned, and he could not deny that the time it started to take place corresponded exactly with the time he met one Haruhi Fujioka.
"Haruhi?" he asked the girl happily, nuzzling up against her as she sat at the table in her kitchen, head buried in books. "How much do you love me?"
"Not now, Tamaki-sempai," she dismissed him with a light sigh, brushing bits of her short brown hair out of her face. "I really have to study for this test."
"You always do fine, darling!" he reminded her, kissing a defiant trail up his lady's face and drawing another frustrated sigh from her mouth. "Isn't it time to take a break? Your poor boyfriend is here pining for your attention!"
Slowly, Haruhi put down her book and turned her upper body in the chair so it faced him. Her hair was mussed from running a distracted hand through it so many times, and the look on her face was one of irritation at him for bothering her when she was trying to study. She was fierce and a bit grumpy and even a little boyish, but Tamaki could not help the thought of how beautiful he found her at this moment.
"Fine," she replied after a long moment, and Tamaki charged forward, barreling into her and capturing her in his arms and nuzzling her. There was no doubt in his mind that he didn't want his dream girl any other way.