In Her Best Interest--Ouran Fanfic
Title: In Her Best Interest
Author: Reidluver
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing/Characters: All Host members
Rating: G
Summary: Really, after all the time she spent with them, you think she'd know better.
Okay, so I'm finally submitting my first story for the ouran_contest! Hurray!
The prompt for this round is "Complaint."
If there’s one thing Haruhi could say that she had learned from her time spent with the Host Club, it would have to be “Never complain” or rather, “Don’t make any remark or observation that could be vaguely construed as a complaint.”
If she complained or made an offhand remark about something that bothered her, it would be taken care of immediately . . . and in the most annoying way possible.
If she said she was cold, in ten seconds flat Mori would have her wrapped up in five blankets so tightly she could barely breathe. And the blankets were so warm by the time she was able to get Mori to untangle her, she would be covered in so much sweat her clothes stuck to her skin in the most uncomfortable way and her soft hair would be plastered to her forehead.
If she said she was hungry, there would be an almost sickening display of every type of cake or sweet imaginable spread out in front of her. They would cover all the books she was desperately trying to use for studying, all of them stacked up on each other and crammed into the little space known as a Host Table (since everyone was so possessive they wouldn’t let her study in the library) and Honey would be standing off to the side, a bright and wide grin on his face. Thankfully, this one was a bit easier to handle because she could simply eat at least one to be polite and then offer the rest to Honey. The fact that he was eying the food he had so graciously given her with an expression of a hunger-driven child made it all the easier.
If she said she was tired, then Tamaki would snatch her by the wrists (nearly bruising her) and drag her towards a couch. He would then toss her on her back, throw a blanket on her, make sure the pillows were fluffed, put Kuma-chan in her arms, order the twins to close all the blinds and Kyoya to turn off the lights, yell at everyone to be quiet because his precious daughter needed her beauty sleep, and then would sit across from her and stare-as if he believed something bad would happen to her if his eyes strayed from her for more than a second, oblivious to the fact that it was so downright unnerving Haruhi was never able to sleep no matter how much she wanted to.
If she said she was having trouble with her schoolwork, Kyoya would wordlessly snatch up the homework she had been working on, skim through it with an air of indifference as he casually adjusted his glasses, then with a condescending smirk explain how to solve it. And while Haruhi couldn't help but be grateful, it was annoying how Kyoya made a big show of it-as if he needed the ego booster-and he always felt a need to add more to her debt.
If she said she was bored, (though to her credit she never actually said she was bored-she normally just sighed and stared off into space) Hikaru and Kaoru would descend on her like fleas and drag her off to who knows where, but it usually ended up with her being forced into an incredibly embarrassing situation that was purely for their amusement, like trying on the latest fashions or being shoved onto a roller coaster, sandwiched between the two of them.
There were times she would get so frazzled because she had no idea what would set the Host Club members off. It was like trying to walk through a minefield blindfolded-there was no logical way to anticipate an outburst or even brace yourself. At times like these Haruhi felt like tearing her hair out in frustration.
However . . . Haruhi learned that sometimes, complaining (or rather, having her actions interpreted as complaints) wasn’t such a bad thing.
If she was nervous, Mori would place a gentle hand on her shoulder, using his silent but comforting presence to ease the tension in her stature.
If she was worried, Honey would pop out of nowhere and give her a great big hug accompanied by kisses from Usa-chan.
If she was depressed, Tamaki would wordlessly take her hand and guide her over to the piano where he would play beautiful and comforting music.
If she was feeling a bit nostalgic for her mother (though how in the world he could ever know that was a mystery in of itself) Kyoya would hand her a slip of paper with a reference code to a book in the library that would have a goldmine of information about lawyers.
If she was stressed, Hikaru and Kaoru would (still) drag her off somewhere, but those times it was to less wild and embarrassing places and she ended up returning with a wide grin on her face.
And if she was afraid of the thunder, the six of them would crowd around her in the brightly lit room and drown out the sound with their laughter and flamboyant personalities. They never let her mind wander and by the time they left she was so exhausted that she didn't have to worry if there were any more thunderstorms that night.
Yes, Haruhi had learned that complaining about things in front of the Host Club typically had quite the adverse effect on her health (mentally, physically, and emotionally) but sometimes . . . sometimes Haruhi found that the times she appreciated the help tended to outweigh all that.
Author: Reidluver
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing/Characters: All Host members
Rating: G
Summary: Really, after all the time she spent with them, you think she'd know better.
Okay, so I'm finally submitting my first story for the ouran_contest! Hurray!
The prompt for this round is "Complaint."
If there’s one thing Haruhi could say that she had learned from her time spent with the Host Club, it would have to be “Never complain” or rather, “Don’t make any remark or observation that could be vaguely construed as a complaint.”
If she complained or made an offhand remark about something that bothered her, it would be taken care of immediately . . . and in the most annoying way possible.
If she said she was cold, in ten seconds flat Mori would have her wrapped up in five blankets so tightly she could barely breathe. And the blankets were so warm by the time she was able to get Mori to untangle her, she would be covered in so much sweat her clothes stuck to her skin in the most uncomfortable way and her soft hair would be plastered to her forehead.
If she said she was hungry, there would be an almost sickening display of every type of cake or sweet imaginable spread out in front of her. They would cover all the books she was desperately trying to use for studying, all of them stacked up on each other and crammed into the little space known as a Host Table (since everyone was so possessive they wouldn’t let her study in the library) and Honey would be standing off to the side, a bright and wide grin on his face. Thankfully, this one was a bit easier to handle because she could simply eat at least one to be polite and then offer the rest to Honey. The fact that he was eying the food he had so graciously given her with an expression of a hunger-driven child made it all the easier.
If she said she was tired, then Tamaki would snatch her by the wrists (nearly bruising her) and drag her towards a couch. He would then toss her on her back, throw a blanket on her, make sure the pillows were fluffed, put Kuma-chan in her arms, order the twins to close all the blinds and Kyoya to turn off the lights, yell at everyone to be quiet because his precious daughter needed her beauty sleep, and then would sit across from her and stare-as if he believed something bad would happen to her if his eyes strayed from her for more than a second, oblivious to the fact that it was so downright unnerving Haruhi was never able to sleep no matter how much she wanted to.
If she said she was having trouble with her schoolwork, Kyoya would wordlessly snatch up the homework she had been working on, skim through it with an air of indifference as he casually adjusted his glasses, then with a condescending smirk explain how to solve it. And while Haruhi couldn't help but be grateful, it was annoying how Kyoya made a big show of it-as if he needed the ego booster-and he always felt a need to add more to her debt.
If she said she was bored, (though to her credit she never actually said she was bored-she normally just sighed and stared off into space) Hikaru and Kaoru would descend on her like fleas and drag her off to who knows where, but it usually ended up with her being forced into an incredibly embarrassing situation that was purely for their amusement, like trying on the latest fashions or being shoved onto a roller coaster, sandwiched between the two of them.
There were times she would get so frazzled because she had no idea what would set the Host Club members off. It was like trying to walk through a minefield blindfolded-there was no logical way to anticipate an outburst or even brace yourself. At times like these Haruhi felt like tearing her hair out in frustration.
However . . . Haruhi learned that sometimes, complaining (or rather, having her actions interpreted as complaints) wasn’t such a bad thing.
If she was nervous, Mori would place a gentle hand on her shoulder, using his silent but comforting presence to ease the tension in her stature.
If she was worried, Honey would pop out of nowhere and give her a great big hug accompanied by kisses from Usa-chan.
If she was depressed, Tamaki would wordlessly take her hand and guide her over to the piano where he would play beautiful and comforting music.
If she was feeling a bit nostalgic for her mother (though how in the world he could ever know that was a mystery in of itself) Kyoya would hand her a slip of paper with a reference code to a book in the library that would have a goldmine of information about lawyers.
If she was stressed, Hikaru and Kaoru would (still) drag her off somewhere, but those times it was to less wild and embarrassing places and she ended up returning with a wide grin on her face.
And if she was afraid of the thunder, the six of them would crowd around her in the brightly lit room and drown out the sound with their laughter and flamboyant personalities. They never let her mind wander and by the time they left she was so exhausted that she didn't have to worry if there were any more thunderstorms that night.
Yes, Haruhi had learned that complaining about things in front of the Host Club typically had quite the adverse effect on her health (mentally, physically, and emotionally) but sometimes . . . sometimes Haruhi found that the times she appreciated the help tended to outweigh all that.