[OKHC] Some Things Are Priceless, PG, Gen
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Ouran Koko Host Club, gen, PG, 2114 words
Fujioka Haruhi and the boys whose worlds she's changed.
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01; walk
Once, when she was old enough to be curious but not to know better, Haruhi strapped on her mother’s heels and tottered around precariously before landing on her face with a thump; looking back, she supposed that was when she decided being “girly” wasn’t worth the trouble or pain.
02; beauty
A lot of her regular customers told Haruhi that she was very pretty for a boy, but they also swooned over the twin’s “brotherly love,” so she doubted their judgment.
03; catch
“Don’t drop Usa-chan!” cried Honey as the twins tossed the stuffed rabbit back and forth over his head in an impromptu game of Monkey in the Middle that ended when Mori silently reached over and snatched Usa-chan in midair, handing him back to a grateful Honey.
04; speak
Tamaki rarely spoke when he could proclaim, announce, declare, or otherwise stage a presence too great to be ignored, while Mori just rarely spoke; Haruhi wondered at their differences, sometimes, and smiled because their distinctions suited them well.
05; lack
“Kaoru’s not wearing underpants today,” Hikaru announced to a full host club and the embarrassed, gleeful shrieks rose to a crescendo as Kaoru blushed wildly and accused his twin of stealing them in the middle of the night; Hikaru told him, lips tantalizing close and girls holding their breaths, that he hadn’t needed them anyway.
06; mine
There were a few things Honey did not like sharing: Mori’s shoulders, Usa-chan’s secrets, his favorite type of cheesecake (strawberry), and his Loli-shota role; fortunately, he never had to and so he continued to be the bubbling, endearing darling of the club.
07; laugh
Tamaki laughed like an exaggerated villain whenever he was pleased with one or another of his grand schemes; the twins cackled like the devils they were; Honey giggled; Mori, when he laughed, did so with rumbling amusement; Kyouya’s low chuckles, Haruhi thought, were possibly the most frightening things she’d ever heard.
08; while
She clutched his hand tightly as the thunder rolled over them in a loud boom, driving her into his arms, quaking.
09; youth
They were young and vigorous and beautiful and the world should be grateful to bear witness to such glorious lives, Kyouya explained to Tamaki, who nodded enthusiastically and clasped the set of newly-printed Host Club postcards to his chest, declaring, “Mommy is so in tune with the true, golden purpose of the club!”
10; stay
Every day, the twins would drape their arms over her shoulders and duck their heads close to her, saying casually, “Come to lunch with us, Haruhi,” and she would look at their wicked grins, and the nonchalant way they kept one hand in their pockets, and refuse.
11; fill
“An airboat,” the twins said, distinctly unimpressed as they looked down at the small plastic pool that Mori was currently pumping full of air, its small, circular size appropriate for no one but Honey, who was already running around with a dripping hose.
12; distraction
Seducing fair maidens came with a natural ease to Tamaki, but he nearly upturned the table and five priceless teacups, shouting, “Back! Back you villainous cretins!” when he caught sight of Hikaru and Kaoru sliding their arms around Haruhi.
13; fear
Mori dreaded the day that Honey would turn that smile on him, a gentler version of the usual blinding brightness, and tell him softly that it was okay, he could go, and be happy, okay, Takashi?
14; crash
They slammed into each other when the door shut, kisses fierce, hands tearing at clothes, clutching at hair, and they stumbled to the bed and pretended that it was normal for twins to hide away from the rest of the world this way.
15; look
Kyouya’s eyes were quick and sharp behind his glasses and he took notes on everything he observed, from the way Hikaru’s eyes would dart to Haruhi when he thought no one was watching to the way Mori was as gentle with her as he was to Honey, and the way Tamaki masked his deeper affections with fatherly overprotection; Fujioka Haruhi, Kyouya had determined, was a remarkable girl.
16; begin
The first day the Host Club opened had brought in the record lowest number of guests—four curious girls who had harbored starry-eyed crushes on various members of the club—and since then, business had only ever increased, thriving.
17; second
“He said our next theme would be Western cowboys,” Kyouya told Haruhi, who went wide-eyed with shock because only Tamaki would be stupid enough to hand the twins a pair of pistols to go with their leather chaps and ten-gallon cowboy hats.
18; violet
When Haruhi showed up that afternoon with a bruise marking her jaw, the twins’ teasing was relentless, rivaling only Tamaki’s loud, appalled crusade for justice, and she was almost embarrassed to tell them that she’d fought with a soup ladle and lost.
19; candy
“Do you want a piece of candy, Takashi?” Honey asked sweetly, beaming up at his friend and holding out with slightly sticky hands two pieces of chocolate brittle, and Mori nodded and held out his hand for Honey to happily deposit his wares into.
20; nothing
Hikaru was grinning and Kaoru was laughing and the both of them were running as fast as they could from the towering inferno of rage that was Tamaki, a doctored photo of Haruhi kissing some unnamed, suddenly endangered boy clutched in his hands, shouting how Daddy was going to show no mercy this time.
21; familiar
A part of Renge had never gotten over losing her dream of Miyabi-kun to the reality that was Ohtori Kyouya and sometimes, briefly, she thought she caught glimpses of the soft-edged smile that had wreathed the face of her fantasy lover, but then Tamaki would sigh dramatically and Kyouya would look down at his notebook, and Renge wondered if she might have imagined it.
22; show
“We should put on a play!” exclaimed Tamaki and Haruhi immediately volunteered to be the stage hand, sending the blond into a fit of depression in the corner.
23; day
Kaoru had only seen sunrise once, young and wide-eyed and clinging to his twin’s hand, imagining an entire world that might one day slip through the cracks of his and Hikaru’s private bubble and wondering if Hikaru would ever forgive him.
24; ask
“Will—will Honey-kun give me a kiss?” asked a brightly blushing, hopeful girl, who started in surprise when Honey beamed at her and crawled over her skirts to leave a loud, warm smack against her cheek.
25; think
Kyouya was the one who set things into motion behind the scenes, the puppet master who pulled the strings and manipulated the players, but sometimes he looked at the club, each of its members flocked by adoring girls, and wondered how truly he fit.
26; hair
“Daddy misses Haruhi’s long hair,” Tamaki mourned, dragging himself to a chair and falling dejectedly into it, muttering about ribbons and bows and braids and pigtails with a wistful look.
27; home
“No,” said Haruhi firmly, “you cannot go to my house today,” because today, she couldn’t tell them, was the day her father brought his host of transvestite friends over for their weekly session of flower arranging.
28; loud
Mori was loud in the way that Honey was dumb—meaning not at all—and in their strange, opposite way, no one complemented the other better.
29; travel
The Host Club was on another spontaneous trip, this time up the steep sides of Mt. Fuji to a shrine near the peak, and Haruhi was somehow not entirely surprised to find Ohtori employees all along their way.
30; damage
When Kaoru felt Hikaru’s hand tighten around his as they curled into each other under the blankets, drawing warmth, Hikaru’s breath fanning across his cheek, he wondered how anyone could think that Haruhi was capable of breaking their bond.
31; strength
“I bet Honey-senpai can’t carry all that,” Haruhi said speculatively, eyeing the load of planks Mori was carting around for the treehouse Tamaki was intent on building; Honey clutched his stuffed rabbit and nodded in agreement: “But I could probably break it!”
32; together
“This is to further develop bonds between host club members,” Kyouya said with a smile as he snapped the handcuffs shut around Haruhi and Mori, inducing a wail from Tamaki, who was linked with Kaoru, “and I expect everyone to report back alive and…mostly sane in twelve hours.”
33; push
“Haruhi!” caroled Tamaki, waving wildly as he dashed down the hall towards her as elegantly as he could, inadvertently shoving Nekozawa out of his way and into the corridor wall, oblivious to the evil look and muttering following that ensued.
34; safe
Haruhi only blinked in confusion when Kyouya distributed a number of foil envelopes to the wildly grinning twins and a stoic Mori, not understanding what they—were those balloons?—had to do with Tamaki’s lecture on Being Safe in Modern Society.
35; private
Hikaru and Kaoru had once prodded Kyouya for the contents of his notebooks, spending a week making more and more outrageous attempts to swipe one to see for themselves, but after photos of them as babies, naked and splashing in a tub, mysteriously found their way into the hands of their classmates and teachers, the attempts subsided.
36; light
Mori was reticent by nature but he had read copious amounts and was familiar with all the descriptive metaphors for a sunny disposition; he’d never, however, found an analogy appropriate for Honey’s brightness.
37; big
“I don’t think my mouth will open that wide,” Haruhi said doubtfully as the doors to Nekozawa’s private dining room were flung open by a red-faced, hyperventilating Tamaki, who found only dimly flickering candles and a huge pile of snow crabs.
38; want
Tamaki laid on his bed at night sometimes, staring at his ceiling and picturing Haruhi’s smile and remembering how Kyouya used to smile that way, when they’d first met.
39; law
Tuesday, the club was decked out in full police regalia, offering their customers, for a slight fee, the option of being handcuffed to their favorite host for the duration of their designation.
40; canine
“Hikaru bit me!” Kaoru announced as embarrassedly as he could, fingering the mark on his neck and stealing a look at his twin under his lashes, remembering just who had bitten whom last night; Karou’s bite marks, however, were left in far less visible places.
41; truth
“I’m actually a girl, too,” sighed Tamaki dramatically, flinging his long golden curls over his shoulder and posing in front of Haruhi only to be told, flatly, that she still wasn’t interested.
42; smoke
Kyouya leaned casually over the balcony railing next to Tamaki in companionable silence, a cigarette dangling unlit from his lips because Tamaki had stopped asking him to quit smoking three months ago.
43; order
“Who does Haru-chan like best?” Honey piped up with a curious expression, and Tamaki waited eagerly as Haruhi pondered for a moment and then smiled, pointing at the blond in the picture: female and gun-toting Riza Hawkeye.
44; feel
When he held her in his arms, she was trembling, and Hikaru closed his eyes and let the rain fall over them as he stroked her hair and murmured things he hoped she wouldn’t remember when it was all over.
45; finish
Every last bit of Hikaru and Kaoru’s birthday cake had been eaten before Honey slapped a hand over his mouth and said in a small voice, “Uh-oh, I forgot that there was a supposed to be a hidden prize!”
46; through
People often didn’t give Renge enough credit for her observation skills just because she preferred to live in her fantasies, but she would have had to be blind to miss the way Tamaki’s hands lingered on Kyouya’s shoulders after the massage.
47; race
How fast can we fall, Kaoru wondered, and let go of Hikaru.
48; need
In a way, they all needed Haruhi, because she brought out the best in them with her frank naiveté and her genuine warmth; the Host Club would never be the same again.
49; splash
When Haruhi tumbled over the edge of the cliff and hit the water below, hard, a part of her panicked: I haven’t told them that I like them yet!
50; thrill
When she met them for the first time, her heart had raced with a combination of trepidation and surprise, Haruhi told her avidly listening audience, before adding with a resigned sigh, “Because I broke that vase”; she didn’t tell them that she no longer regretted it.
--
Started: 05.31.2006
Finished: 06.06.2006
--
Notes: I have...nothing to say? Tried to incorporate all the pairings thrown at us in canon, which kind of hurt my brain. And I'm not funny. I will go attempt Naruto and Here is Greenwood fic now (which might work better if my brain were working). Uh, any thoughts?
Ouran Koko Host Club, gen, PG, 2114 words
Fujioka Haruhi and the boys whose worlds she's changed.
1fandom; theme set thirdSome Things Are Priceless
by
meitachi01; walk
Once, when she was old enough to be curious but not to know better, Haruhi strapped on her mother’s heels and tottered around precariously before landing on her face with a thump; looking back, she supposed that was when she decided being “girly” wasn’t worth the trouble or pain.
02; beauty
A lot of her regular customers told Haruhi that she was very pretty for a boy, but they also swooned over the twin’s “brotherly love,” so she doubted their judgment.
03; catch
“Don’t drop Usa-chan!” cried Honey as the twins tossed the stuffed rabbit back and forth over his head in an impromptu game of Monkey in the Middle that ended when Mori silently reached over and snatched Usa-chan in midair, handing him back to a grateful Honey.
04; speak
Tamaki rarely spoke when he could proclaim, announce, declare, or otherwise stage a presence too great to be ignored, while Mori just rarely spoke; Haruhi wondered at their differences, sometimes, and smiled because their distinctions suited them well.
05; lack
“Kaoru’s not wearing underpants today,” Hikaru announced to a full host club and the embarrassed, gleeful shrieks rose to a crescendo as Kaoru blushed wildly and accused his twin of stealing them in the middle of the night; Hikaru told him, lips tantalizing close and girls holding their breaths, that he hadn’t needed them anyway.
06; mine
There were a few things Honey did not like sharing: Mori’s shoulders, Usa-chan’s secrets, his favorite type of cheesecake (strawberry), and his Loli-shota role; fortunately, he never had to and so he continued to be the bubbling, endearing darling of the club.
07; laugh
Tamaki laughed like an exaggerated villain whenever he was pleased with one or another of his grand schemes; the twins cackled like the devils they were; Honey giggled; Mori, when he laughed, did so with rumbling amusement; Kyouya’s low chuckles, Haruhi thought, were possibly the most frightening things she’d ever heard.
08; while
She clutched his hand tightly as the thunder rolled over them in a loud boom, driving her into his arms, quaking.
09; youth
They were young and vigorous and beautiful and the world should be grateful to bear witness to such glorious lives, Kyouya explained to Tamaki, who nodded enthusiastically and clasped the set of newly-printed Host Club postcards to his chest, declaring, “Mommy is so in tune with the true, golden purpose of the club!”
10; stay
Every day, the twins would drape their arms over her shoulders and duck their heads close to her, saying casually, “Come to lunch with us, Haruhi,” and she would look at their wicked grins, and the nonchalant way they kept one hand in their pockets, and refuse.
11; fill
“An airboat,” the twins said, distinctly unimpressed as they looked down at the small plastic pool that Mori was currently pumping full of air, its small, circular size appropriate for no one but Honey, who was already running around with a dripping hose.
12; distraction
Seducing fair maidens came with a natural ease to Tamaki, but he nearly upturned the table and five priceless teacups, shouting, “Back! Back you villainous cretins!” when he caught sight of Hikaru and Kaoru sliding their arms around Haruhi.
13; fear
Mori dreaded the day that Honey would turn that smile on him, a gentler version of the usual blinding brightness, and tell him softly that it was okay, he could go, and be happy, okay, Takashi?
14; crash
They slammed into each other when the door shut, kisses fierce, hands tearing at clothes, clutching at hair, and they stumbled to the bed and pretended that it was normal for twins to hide away from the rest of the world this way.
15; look
Kyouya’s eyes were quick and sharp behind his glasses and he took notes on everything he observed, from the way Hikaru’s eyes would dart to Haruhi when he thought no one was watching to the way Mori was as gentle with her as he was to Honey, and the way Tamaki masked his deeper affections with fatherly overprotection; Fujioka Haruhi, Kyouya had determined, was a remarkable girl.
16; begin
The first day the Host Club opened had brought in the record lowest number of guests—four curious girls who had harbored starry-eyed crushes on various members of the club—and since then, business had only ever increased, thriving.
17; second
“He said our next theme would be Western cowboys,” Kyouya told Haruhi, who went wide-eyed with shock because only Tamaki would be stupid enough to hand the twins a pair of pistols to go with their leather chaps and ten-gallon cowboy hats.
18; violet
When Haruhi showed up that afternoon with a bruise marking her jaw, the twins’ teasing was relentless, rivaling only Tamaki’s loud, appalled crusade for justice, and she was almost embarrassed to tell them that she’d fought with a soup ladle and lost.
19; candy
“Do you want a piece of candy, Takashi?” Honey asked sweetly, beaming up at his friend and holding out with slightly sticky hands two pieces of chocolate brittle, and Mori nodded and held out his hand for Honey to happily deposit his wares into.
20; nothing
Hikaru was grinning and Kaoru was laughing and the both of them were running as fast as they could from the towering inferno of rage that was Tamaki, a doctored photo of Haruhi kissing some unnamed, suddenly endangered boy clutched in his hands, shouting how Daddy was going to show no mercy this time.
21; familiar
A part of Renge had never gotten over losing her dream of Miyabi-kun to the reality that was Ohtori Kyouya and sometimes, briefly, she thought she caught glimpses of the soft-edged smile that had wreathed the face of her fantasy lover, but then Tamaki would sigh dramatically and Kyouya would look down at his notebook, and Renge wondered if she might have imagined it.
22; show
“We should put on a play!” exclaimed Tamaki and Haruhi immediately volunteered to be the stage hand, sending the blond into a fit of depression in the corner.
23; day
Kaoru had only seen sunrise once, young and wide-eyed and clinging to his twin’s hand, imagining an entire world that might one day slip through the cracks of his and Hikaru’s private bubble and wondering if Hikaru would ever forgive him.
24; ask
“Will—will Honey-kun give me a kiss?” asked a brightly blushing, hopeful girl, who started in surprise when Honey beamed at her and crawled over her skirts to leave a loud, warm smack against her cheek.
25; think
Kyouya was the one who set things into motion behind the scenes, the puppet master who pulled the strings and manipulated the players, but sometimes he looked at the club, each of its members flocked by adoring girls, and wondered how truly he fit.
26; hair
“Daddy misses Haruhi’s long hair,” Tamaki mourned, dragging himself to a chair and falling dejectedly into it, muttering about ribbons and bows and braids and pigtails with a wistful look.
27; home
“No,” said Haruhi firmly, “you cannot go to my house today,” because today, she couldn’t tell them, was the day her father brought his host of transvestite friends over for their weekly session of flower arranging.
28; loud
Mori was loud in the way that Honey was dumb—meaning not at all—and in their strange, opposite way, no one complemented the other better.
29; travel
The Host Club was on another spontaneous trip, this time up the steep sides of Mt. Fuji to a shrine near the peak, and Haruhi was somehow not entirely surprised to find Ohtori employees all along their way.
30; damage
When Kaoru felt Hikaru’s hand tighten around his as they curled into each other under the blankets, drawing warmth, Hikaru’s breath fanning across his cheek, he wondered how anyone could think that Haruhi was capable of breaking their bond.
31; strength
“I bet Honey-senpai can’t carry all that,” Haruhi said speculatively, eyeing the load of planks Mori was carting around for the treehouse Tamaki was intent on building; Honey clutched his stuffed rabbit and nodded in agreement: “But I could probably break it!”
32; together
“This is to further develop bonds between host club members,” Kyouya said with a smile as he snapped the handcuffs shut around Haruhi and Mori, inducing a wail from Tamaki, who was linked with Kaoru, “and I expect everyone to report back alive and…mostly sane in twelve hours.”
33; push
“Haruhi!” caroled Tamaki, waving wildly as he dashed down the hall towards her as elegantly as he could, inadvertently shoving Nekozawa out of his way and into the corridor wall, oblivious to the evil look and muttering following that ensued.
34; safe
Haruhi only blinked in confusion when Kyouya distributed a number of foil envelopes to the wildly grinning twins and a stoic Mori, not understanding what they—were those balloons?—had to do with Tamaki’s lecture on Being Safe in Modern Society.
35; private
Hikaru and Kaoru had once prodded Kyouya for the contents of his notebooks, spending a week making more and more outrageous attempts to swipe one to see for themselves, but after photos of them as babies, naked and splashing in a tub, mysteriously found their way into the hands of their classmates and teachers, the attempts subsided.
36; light
Mori was reticent by nature but he had read copious amounts and was familiar with all the descriptive metaphors for a sunny disposition; he’d never, however, found an analogy appropriate for Honey’s brightness.
37; big
“I don’t think my mouth will open that wide,” Haruhi said doubtfully as the doors to Nekozawa’s private dining room were flung open by a red-faced, hyperventilating Tamaki, who found only dimly flickering candles and a huge pile of snow crabs.
38; want
Tamaki laid on his bed at night sometimes, staring at his ceiling and picturing Haruhi’s smile and remembering how Kyouya used to smile that way, when they’d first met.
39; law
Tuesday, the club was decked out in full police regalia, offering their customers, for a slight fee, the option of being handcuffed to their favorite host for the duration of their designation.
40; canine
“Hikaru bit me!” Kaoru announced as embarrassedly as he could, fingering the mark on his neck and stealing a look at his twin under his lashes, remembering just who had bitten whom last night; Karou’s bite marks, however, were left in far less visible places.
41; truth
“I’m actually a girl, too,” sighed Tamaki dramatically, flinging his long golden curls over his shoulder and posing in front of Haruhi only to be told, flatly, that she still wasn’t interested.
42; smoke
Kyouya leaned casually over the balcony railing next to Tamaki in companionable silence, a cigarette dangling unlit from his lips because Tamaki had stopped asking him to quit smoking three months ago.
43; order
“Who does Haru-chan like best?” Honey piped up with a curious expression, and Tamaki waited eagerly as Haruhi pondered for a moment and then smiled, pointing at the blond in the picture: female and gun-toting Riza Hawkeye.
44; feel
When he held her in his arms, she was trembling, and Hikaru closed his eyes and let the rain fall over them as he stroked her hair and murmured things he hoped she wouldn’t remember when it was all over.
45; finish
Every last bit of Hikaru and Kaoru’s birthday cake had been eaten before Honey slapped a hand over his mouth and said in a small voice, “Uh-oh, I forgot that there was a supposed to be a hidden prize!”
46; through
People often didn’t give Renge enough credit for her observation skills just because she preferred to live in her fantasies, but she would have had to be blind to miss the way Tamaki’s hands lingered on Kyouya’s shoulders after the massage.
47; race
How fast can we fall, Kaoru wondered, and let go of Hikaru.
48; need
In a way, they all needed Haruhi, because she brought out the best in them with her frank naiveté and her genuine warmth; the Host Club would never be the same again.
49; splash
When Haruhi tumbled over the edge of the cliff and hit the water below, hard, a part of her panicked: I haven’t told them that I like them yet!
50; thrill
When she met them for the first time, her heart had raced with a combination of trepidation and surprise, Haruhi told her avidly listening audience, before adding with a resigned sigh, “Because I broke that vase”; she didn’t tell them that she no longer regretted it.
--
Started: 05.31.2006
Finished: 06.06.2006
--
Notes: I have...nothing to say? Tried to incorporate all the pairings thrown at us in canon, which kind of hurt my brain. And I'm not funny. I will go attempt Naruto and Here is Greenwood fic now (which might work better if my brain were working). Uh, any thoughts?
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