Purely Gravitation
Title: Purely Gravitation
Rating: G
Warnings: manga spoilers
Summary: What it comes down to is that true love is a force of nature.
This is basically the evolution of the TamaHaru pairing as seen through the eyes of Mori <3 Written for ourancontest's "space" theme.
Tamaki and Haruhi have similar wishes, similar dreams. He dreams, secretly, of being the best head of the Suoh family in the long, illustrious history of Suohs. He dreams of acceptance from his grandmother; he simply wants to make her proud. He dreams of realizing the goals he has reached for with pale, strengthening hands since he was merely a child.
She dreams, not-so-secretly, of becoming a lawyer who will be able to win even the toughest case. She dreams of honoring the memory of her mother the lawyer, and of making her father proud of her because she has done just that. It is a dream she has wanted since before she could even comprehend dreams, and the loss of her mother simply strengthened that. Together but separate, they dream their dreams, so big for such young minds, and they almost pass each other by.
Since she was five years old, Haruhi has, though she knows it is impractical and a little silly, stared out the small window of her bedroom and wished, as wholeheartedly as she can, that she can have her mother back. Growing up has dulled the childish hope behind the wish, but despite all her practicality she keeps wishing. Tamaki’s wish is a little younger; since age fourteen he has stood before the enormous French windows in his room in Suoh mansion number 2 and wished with all his heart that he can somehow, someday, see his mother again.
When Tamaki and Haruhi meet, they do not notice their similar goals, their similar hopes and dreams and fears. He notices a small, mousy boy who has broken a vase and needs to repay the debt caused by it. She notices a tall blonde annoyance who seems to be perpetually bent on making her life miserable. The two are about as different as two people can possibly be. I can gradually notice their similarities, though I keep quiet as always. I think it is Tamaki who begins to notice them first, when he learns of Haruhi’s loss of her mother. Something in that knowledge brings them closer. Haruhi does not make the realization for some time, but when she does, things begin to change.
They both want for the happiness of others, and I can tell. It makes me smile to see it. Tamaki allows this wish to come true in the form of hosting, of playing the part of the prince and making the ladies smile and swoon with delight. Haruhi does not need a part of fulfill this wish; she simply goes about her day and does her best to be a friend to those who need it. I can see, when they make someone smile, the secret happiness that flares like a candle’s flame behind their eyes, dually. It makes me proud to call them both friends of mine. I begin to wonder, however, is the flame more intense when it is the other that they make smile?
In the spring, a new wish grows as fragile as the new plants that peek from the soil, though both fail to notice it for a time. Slowly, Tamaki dreams of being with her, of being closer to her than ever before. He is not sure how articulate or handle these feelings when he has translated them into feelings of paternal love in the past. This wish scares him. Meanwhile, Haruhi is not entirely sure what she wishes for. She wants, she knows, to be close to him. She wishes somehow for the courage to tell him how she feels. They are stuck in a rut and gradually, they begin to gravitate toward each other.
“Finally,” the other members of the host club sigh, and I agree silently. There is space between Tamaki and Haruhi, space that has always been there but is getting smaller. We all watch as it shrinks, but it is only by millimeters a day. Gravity can only do so much, that unstoppable force of nature, before humans must help it along. Tamaki and Haruhi are both so stubborn that I begin to wonder if gravity will have to do all the work in this case. I cannot be the only one worrying about that miniscule space between them, the only one wondering what day will finally bring those words both of them are looking for.
“This is getting ridiculous!” impatient Hikaru says eventually, throwing his hands in the air. He has since gone from wanting, in his selfish and eager way, Haruhi all to himself to wanting her to be happy as the rest of us do. We can do nothing but wait, however, like creators of a nature film. It isn’t right for us to interfere with the objects of our camera’s fascination. Slowly, we watch them grow and change as two separate people. We watch Tamaki’s realization of just what exactly his feelings mean, which comes quite a time after Haruhi’s. We watch the inevitable changes and shifts in their friendship as that space changes from being confusing for them to being simply tension. Who will fill the space, I can feel them both wonder, and I watch.
Things change for the worse for a time, and when Tamaki speaks harshly to Haruhi and nearly alienates her forever, I want to do something but cannot. We are merely spectators. Though we may help them along just a bit in the beginning, now everything is up to them, to these two people who are so alike and so different and so absolutely, as I am beginning to assume, made for each other. Like every key is specifically designed to fit a particular lock, even the bumps in their personalities fit perfectly together. They mesh so well. I only hope they see it as clearly as I do.
When Tamaki’s mother nearly leaves Japan without seeing her son, we do take action, however. This is for a new cause. As we all band together to get him to the airport in time, we are all holding our breath for something else, as well. Because after Tamaki has seen his mother off and they have held each other with that desperate love, he is left alone with Haruhi on the runway. We make space for them as they hold hands and she finally says it, as clear as day.
“Tamaki-senpai, I love you.”
After that day, things change. Cogs fall into place. The world rights itself. It takes some scraping, some trying, some falling, but that space between them finally closes itself. They are open to each other and to the world. Their love blossoms like the spring flowers and they are happy. They smile and laugh and I can look to the bright blue sky and finally think, with the most serene of smiles, that since the day those two met it has come down to this and the world is finally as it should be.
“Thanks, Mori-senpai,” Haruhi says to me one day after her classes. I ask her what she is thanking me for, and she smiles. “For helping so much. I know that Tamaki-senpai and I wouldn’t be where we are today if it weren’t for all of you.”
I tell her she is welcome, but I think she sees, as I do, that it was much simpler than that. Even before their eventual future of getting married in college, having three beautiful children, and growing old and wise happy and together, we all know it. These two brave people who found each other in spite of everything may have been helped by their friends, and they had to make the final push by themselves, but as it is with most great loves of the ages, most of it was natural. They couldn’t have stopped it even if they tried. Because what it comes down to is that true love is a force of nature, and in the end it’s purely gravitation.
Rating: G
Warnings: manga spoilers
Summary: What it comes down to is that true love is a force of nature.
This is basically the evolution of the TamaHaru pairing as seen through the eyes of Mori <3 Written for ourancontest's "space" theme.
Tamaki and Haruhi have similar wishes, similar dreams. He dreams, secretly, of being the best head of the Suoh family in the long, illustrious history of Suohs. He dreams of acceptance from his grandmother; he simply wants to make her proud. He dreams of realizing the goals he has reached for with pale, strengthening hands since he was merely a child.
She dreams, not-so-secretly, of becoming a lawyer who will be able to win even the toughest case. She dreams of honoring the memory of her mother the lawyer, and of making her father proud of her because she has done just that. It is a dream she has wanted since before she could even comprehend dreams, and the loss of her mother simply strengthened that. Together but separate, they dream their dreams, so big for such young minds, and they almost pass each other by.
Since she was five years old, Haruhi has, though she knows it is impractical and a little silly, stared out the small window of her bedroom and wished, as wholeheartedly as she can, that she can have her mother back. Growing up has dulled the childish hope behind the wish, but despite all her practicality she keeps wishing. Tamaki’s wish is a little younger; since age fourteen he has stood before the enormous French windows in his room in Suoh mansion number 2 and wished with all his heart that he can somehow, someday, see his mother again.
When Tamaki and Haruhi meet, they do not notice their similar goals, their similar hopes and dreams and fears. He notices a small, mousy boy who has broken a vase and needs to repay the debt caused by it. She notices a tall blonde annoyance who seems to be perpetually bent on making her life miserable. The two are about as different as two people can possibly be. I can gradually notice their similarities, though I keep quiet as always. I think it is Tamaki who begins to notice them first, when he learns of Haruhi’s loss of her mother. Something in that knowledge brings them closer. Haruhi does not make the realization for some time, but when she does, things begin to change.
They both want for the happiness of others, and I can tell. It makes me smile to see it. Tamaki allows this wish to come true in the form of hosting, of playing the part of the prince and making the ladies smile and swoon with delight. Haruhi does not need a part of fulfill this wish; she simply goes about her day and does her best to be a friend to those who need it. I can see, when they make someone smile, the secret happiness that flares like a candle’s flame behind their eyes, dually. It makes me proud to call them both friends of mine. I begin to wonder, however, is the flame more intense when it is the other that they make smile?
In the spring, a new wish grows as fragile as the new plants that peek from the soil, though both fail to notice it for a time. Slowly, Tamaki dreams of being with her, of being closer to her than ever before. He is not sure how articulate or handle these feelings when he has translated them into feelings of paternal love in the past. This wish scares him. Meanwhile, Haruhi is not entirely sure what she wishes for. She wants, she knows, to be close to him. She wishes somehow for the courage to tell him how she feels. They are stuck in a rut and gradually, they begin to gravitate toward each other.
“Finally,” the other members of the host club sigh, and I agree silently. There is space between Tamaki and Haruhi, space that has always been there but is getting smaller. We all watch as it shrinks, but it is only by millimeters a day. Gravity can only do so much, that unstoppable force of nature, before humans must help it along. Tamaki and Haruhi are both so stubborn that I begin to wonder if gravity will have to do all the work in this case. I cannot be the only one worrying about that miniscule space between them, the only one wondering what day will finally bring those words both of them are looking for.
“This is getting ridiculous!” impatient Hikaru says eventually, throwing his hands in the air. He has since gone from wanting, in his selfish and eager way, Haruhi all to himself to wanting her to be happy as the rest of us do. We can do nothing but wait, however, like creators of a nature film. It isn’t right for us to interfere with the objects of our camera’s fascination. Slowly, we watch them grow and change as two separate people. We watch Tamaki’s realization of just what exactly his feelings mean, which comes quite a time after Haruhi’s. We watch the inevitable changes and shifts in their friendship as that space changes from being confusing for them to being simply tension. Who will fill the space, I can feel them both wonder, and I watch.
Things change for the worse for a time, and when Tamaki speaks harshly to Haruhi and nearly alienates her forever, I want to do something but cannot. We are merely spectators. Though we may help them along just a bit in the beginning, now everything is up to them, to these two people who are so alike and so different and so absolutely, as I am beginning to assume, made for each other. Like every key is specifically designed to fit a particular lock, even the bumps in their personalities fit perfectly together. They mesh so well. I only hope they see it as clearly as I do.
When Tamaki’s mother nearly leaves Japan without seeing her son, we do take action, however. This is for a new cause. As we all band together to get him to the airport in time, we are all holding our breath for something else, as well. Because after Tamaki has seen his mother off and they have held each other with that desperate love, he is left alone with Haruhi on the runway. We make space for them as they hold hands and she finally says it, as clear as day.
“Tamaki-senpai, I love you.”
After that day, things change. Cogs fall into place. The world rights itself. It takes some scraping, some trying, some falling, but that space between them finally closes itself. They are open to each other and to the world. Their love blossoms like the spring flowers and they are happy. They smile and laugh and I can look to the bright blue sky and finally think, with the most serene of smiles, that since the day those two met it has come down to this and the world is finally as it should be.
“Thanks, Mori-senpai,” Haruhi says to me one day after her classes. I ask her what she is thanking me for, and she smiles. “For helping so much. I know that Tamaki-senpai and I wouldn’t be where we are today if it weren’t for all of you.”
I tell her she is welcome, but I think she sees, as I do, that it was much simpler than that. Even before their eventual future of getting married in college, having three beautiful children, and growing old and wise happy and together, we all know it. These two brave people who found each other in spite of everything may have been helped by their friends, and they had to make the final push by themselves, but as it is with most great loves of the ages, most of it was natural. They couldn’t have stopped it even if they tried. Because what it comes down to is that true love is a force of nature, and in the end it’s purely gravitation.