Ouran HSHC // Ficlet // Humble Wishes

Jun 07, 2008 22:32

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Focus: Mori/Haruhi
Prompt: Haruhi gives Takashi a reason to smile. Takashi gives Haruhi a reason not to fear storms.
Genres: Introspection, drama, romance
Rating: K
Wordcount: 588
Notes: Written for evergrnterrace for a request she made a long time ago which I only just got to. Fail is me. Yes, I realize that it switches from past to present tense at the halfway marker. That is intentional. ^____^

Summary: To some people, they would seem an odd match... but what they have is all they have ever wished for.


Humble Wishes

In retrospect, it should have surprised no one that despite several members of the Host Club being madly in love with her, Haruhi would choose to stay with one who wasn't.

Haruhi was always doing things like that. Her logic was something none of them understood, because it came from a place of stubborn self-preservation-- something they had never had the need for or experienced for themselves. The rest of the Host Club were very wealthy. They were never in danger of going hungry. They would never lose out on opportunities only because they didn't have enough money to pursue them. Haruhi knew the feeling that came with being in that position in a way none of them possibly could.

She could have had Tamaki with a single word if she'd so chosen. She hadn't, because she loved him, and she could see that he would be far happier with Éclair, who shared his rarefied view of the world and loved him back besides.

She could have had Hikaru with only a smile, but she hadn't chosen him either because she had seen that taking Hikaru away would break Kaoru, and that Hikaru would not be happy without him either, and had loved them both too much to be so cruel.

Kyouya had not loved her that way.

Honey was still too much a child to love anyone that way, and even when he got there eventually, it would not be Haruhi he turned to.

Morinozuka Takashi did not love her that way either, but of all of them, he asked the least of her.

He had never asked her to become anything she wasn't, even implicitly. He had never been surprised at the difference between her way of thought and his own. He had always been best at listening and understanding things which were far outside of his experience. He had only ever offered his support in the quietest, most unassuming of ways, but he had also never apologized for caring for her.

For these reasons, all these reasons, Haruhi had found sanctuary in him.

xxxxx

At Tamaki's wedding, it takes half the evening for anyone to realize that something has changed.

Takashi pours wine for her. She smiles and thanks him, and thoughtlessly fills his plate with all the foods he likes as though she's done it a hundred times. He smiles. They are intuitive, hardly ever need to speak, and that is why it takes everyone so long to notice that they sit a little too close together, seem a little too comfortable with each other, and call each other by first names without honorifics.

It is Kyouya who notices, and Kaoru shortly after him. Both of them deflect Tamaki and Hikaru's questions deftly, keep their attentions on the wedding rather than on what they both might regret given the chance.

The evening finishes without incident, the wedding beautiful and overdone and completely Tamaki in every way. Éclair is stunning in her sleeveless pearled dress, hair down around her shoulders. Even so, Tamaki still nearly outshines her in his black tuxedo, a brillliant red rose tucked into his lapel and hair brushed to pale shining gold. They are a lovely couple, and they will be happy together. Everyone at the wedding can see that.

Haruhi is genuinely happy for him. She does not regret, because she loves him enough to let him go.

xxxxxx

Haruhi gives Takashi a reason to smile. Takashi gives Haruhi a reason not to fear storms.

To some people, they would seem an odd match, but what they have is all they have ever wished for.

XxxxxX

A/N: Okay, I thought I OTP'd Kyouya/Haruhi, but I could definitely ship this too. *___*

!ficlet, ouran

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