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dolens_torpeo's fault. ALL HER FAULT. You can hate on her instead of me.
And, no, I don't hate Haruhi. I just hate episodes 25 and 26 and her OOC-ness there OR I WOULD IF THEY EXISTED BUT THEY DIDN'T. Ouran ended at episode 24. ♥
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7snogs theme #5: rumors.
Fins Heureuses
Ouran Koko Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki (Tamaki->Haruhi, Eclair->Tamaki), 1038 words
If one thing had been different, everything might have been.
Fins Heureuses
bymeitachi
Eclair looked at the cell phone in her hands and the sticker of a brightly smiling blond boy and a dark-haired girl. She thought about everything she had learned in France and all the things she knew now, after a day at Ouran Academy. Tamaki's piano-playing had faltered behind her and she looked up and smiled at him just as she flipped the phone open and brought it to her ear.
"Hello?" she asked smoothly.
"Let's make a deal," the voice on the other end said crisply, all business.
Her smile widened. "What did you have in mind?"
"The liability presented by Fujioka Haruhi has at present time greatly exceeded the possible profits she would earn for the club. Hikaru's blossoming affections toward her will alter the dynamics between him and Kaoru. Tamaki's customers are not pleased when he spends more time spying on a fellow club member rather than focusing his attentions on them. Mori and Honey's images are both changed through their interactions with her. It is both unneeded and unwanted."
"How ruthless of you, Kyouya," she murmured, turning her back to Tamaki who had stopped playing altogether now and was watching her guardedly. "To care so little for the feelings of these people all for the greater goal."
"The host club always comes first."
"How much longer do you think the club will last? I'm taking Tamaki back to France with me."
"No. Tamaki stays with the host club. You may do as you wish with Haruhi, though."
Eclair was a long way across the mostly empty room now, far from Tamaki. She smoothed a hand over her hair and said consideringly into the phone, "You shouldn't lie to people you're trying to get favors from." The silence on the other end of the phone was telling. Her expression turned lazy and satisfied, matching her tone. "I could take Haruhi away. But it would not be for the good of the host club." She paused again, letting the significance in the heavy silence make itself clearly known. "My, my. So selfish, Kyouya. I wouldn't have expected it."
Kyouya said coldly, "Will you leave him?"
"Yes, I rather think I will. On one condition."
Eclair heard Tamaki push back the piano bench and get to his feet. His footsteps echoed in the room as he made his way, hesitantly but surely, toward her.
"You will take him to France one day, no matter what your fathers say. His grandmother is even less important - she will die any day. But Tamaki..." Her voice didn't soften because she was nothing if not Kyouya's equal. "You will take him to see me." And I will take him to his mother, she didn't add. It was understood.
"Done," said Kyouya, and hung up.
Eclair turned around and snapped the phone closed, bringing it close to her heart as she looked at Tamaki. She didn't speak until he was right before her.
"Lady Eclair," he started, grandiose as always, but his voice was soft.
"You don't know the people who will do anything for you," she told him, tilting her head to slide him a look from beneath her lashes. Her hand dropped from her chest and with quick movements she ripped the sticker off the phone. With a lingering frown and a solemn, "Think of who they are," she pressed the phone into his hand and then stepped away, leaving him staring after her with that painfully clueless expression on his face.
Her silk skirt swirled around her legs as she left the room, closing the door firmly behind her.
Eight months later, Kyouya took Tamaki to France during the summer of their third year. Tamaki was exhilarated and enthusing over every little detail, expressing his thanks and joy to Kyouya loudly and frequently. The Ootori heir smiled at him and accepted the quick, flitting kisses in silence, watching his best friend and lover do his best to rival the brightness of the sun. He said nothing of the hardest two months after Haruhi's disappearance. He didn't mention where in France they were going...but on his private itinerary, the second villa of the Tonnerre family followed immediately after Paris. Kyouya didn't break promises.
They spent a whirlwind week in Paris, dizzy on lights and wine and the closest thing to romance they'd ever come. And then Tamaki's eyes abruptly darkened when Kyouya informed him of their next destination.
"Lady Eclair Tonnerre," he greeted the girl he last saw before a part of his world fell away. He kissed her hand because his manners would always be impeccable; he would always be a host.
She smiled at him and then raised a questioning brow at Kyouya, who was standing behind him. "Welcome," she said and stepped around Tamaki, tucking her hand into Kyouya's awaiting arm. She was pleased to see the small frown that touched Tamaki's lips, the streak of jealousy that was so irrepressible with his passionate nature still raging and, at last, for the right person.
"How have you been?" she asked, leading them into a sitting room for afternoon tea, a spread of dainty cakes and cookies awaiting them.
"Very well, thank you," Kyouya answered and in his tone she heard the gratitude for what she had done eight months ago. Gratitude for allowing him to be selfish - someone she respected for his efficiency and pragmatism. They spent a lovely afternoon sipping tea and chatting, Eclair doing her best to monopolize Kyouya's attentions and watching in delight as Tamaki sulked and tried to hide it behind the rim of his teacup.
Kyouya never asked Eclair what had become of Haruhi. She did tell him that, like the Ootori family Secret Police, the Tonnerre had their own means of protection and enforcement. She told him that she would need Tamaki to herself all day the following day and Kyouya acquiesced without question. Tamaki's mother awaited him tomorrow. But, tonight, Tamaki was searching for someone else. Eclair pushed Kyouya gently down the hall in the direction of the room he and Tamaki would share for the night, where Tamaki had left the door open and had stuck his head out, smiling as he watched Kyouya come towards him.
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Started/Finished: 09.27.2006
Edited: 09.01.2007
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Notes: I promise it is not Haruhi-bashing. Just me whining about the end which did not happen because 24 was the end. YES. SHUT UP. ::covers ears and sings loudly and off-key::
::is shot, in the meantime::
dolens_torpeo's fault. ALL HER FAULT. You can hate on her instead of me.And, no, I don't hate Haruhi. I just hate episodes 25 and 26 and her OOC-ness there OR I WOULD IF THEY EXISTED BUT THEY DIDN'T. Ouran ended at episode 24. ♥
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7snogs theme #5: rumors.Fins Heureuses
Ouran Koko Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki (Tamaki->Haruhi, Eclair->Tamaki), 1038 words
If one thing had been different, everything might have been.
Fins Heureuses
by
meitachiEclair looked at the cell phone in her hands and the sticker of a brightly smiling blond boy and a dark-haired girl. She thought about everything she had learned in France and all the things she knew now, after a day at Ouran Academy. Tamaki's piano-playing had faltered behind her and she looked up and smiled at him just as she flipped the phone open and brought it to her ear.
"Hello?" she asked smoothly.
"Let's make a deal," the voice on the other end said crisply, all business.
Her smile widened. "What did you have in mind?"
"The liability presented by Fujioka Haruhi has at present time greatly exceeded the possible profits she would earn for the club. Hikaru's blossoming affections toward her will alter the dynamics between him and Kaoru. Tamaki's customers are not pleased when he spends more time spying on a fellow club member rather than focusing his attentions on them. Mori and Honey's images are both changed through their interactions with her. It is both unneeded and unwanted."
"How ruthless of you, Kyouya," she murmured, turning her back to Tamaki who had stopped playing altogether now and was watching her guardedly. "To care so little for the feelings of these people all for the greater goal."
"The host club always comes first."
"How much longer do you think the club will last? I'm taking Tamaki back to France with me."
"No. Tamaki stays with the host club. You may do as you wish with Haruhi, though."
Eclair was a long way across the mostly empty room now, far from Tamaki. She smoothed a hand over her hair and said consideringly into the phone, "You shouldn't lie to people you're trying to get favors from." The silence on the other end of the phone was telling. Her expression turned lazy and satisfied, matching her tone. "I could take Haruhi away. But it would not be for the good of the host club." She paused again, letting the significance in the heavy silence make itself clearly known. "My, my. So selfish, Kyouya. I wouldn't have expected it."
Kyouya said coldly, "Will you leave him?"
"Yes, I rather think I will. On one condition."
Eclair heard Tamaki push back the piano bench and get to his feet. His footsteps echoed in the room as he made his way, hesitantly but surely, toward her.
"You will take him to France one day, no matter what your fathers say. His grandmother is even less important - she will die any day. But Tamaki..." Her voice didn't soften because she was nothing if not Kyouya's equal. "You will take him to see me." And I will take him to his mother, she didn't add. It was understood.
"Done," said Kyouya, and hung up.
Eclair turned around and snapped the phone closed, bringing it close to her heart as she looked at Tamaki. She didn't speak until he was right before her.
"Lady Eclair," he started, grandiose as always, but his voice was soft.
"You don't know the people who will do anything for you," she told him, tilting her head to slide him a look from beneath her lashes. Her hand dropped from her chest and with quick movements she ripped the sticker off the phone. With a lingering frown and a solemn, "Think of who they are," she pressed the phone into his hand and then stepped away, leaving him staring after her with that painfully clueless expression on his face.
Her silk skirt swirled around her legs as she left the room, closing the door firmly behind her.
Eight months later, Kyouya took Tamaki to France during the summer of their third year. Tamaki was exhilarated and enthusing over every little detail, expressing his thanks and joy to Kyouya loudly and frequently. The Ootori heir smiled at him and accepted the quick, flitting kisses in silence, watching his best friend and lover do his best to rival the brightness of the sun. He said nothing of the hardest two months after Haruhi's disappearance. He didn't mention where in France they were going...but on his private itinerary, the second villa of the Tonnerre family followed immediately after Paris. Kyouya didn't break promises.
They spent a whirlwind week in Paris, dizzy on lights and wine and the closest thing to romance they'd ever come. And then Tamaki's eyes abruptly darkened when Kyouya informed him of their next destination.
"Lady Eclair Tonnerre," he greeted the girl he last saw before a part of his world fell away. He kissed her hand because his manners would always be impeccable; he would always be a host.
She smiled at him and then raised a questioning brow at Kyouya, who was standing behind him. "Welcome," she said and stepped around Tamaki, tucking her hand into Kyouya's awaiting arm. She was pleased to see the small frown that touched Tamaki's lips, the streak of jealousy that was so irrepressible with his passionate nature still raging and, at last, for the right person.
"How have you been?" she asked, leading them into a sitting room for afternoon tea, a spread of dainty cakes and cookies awaiting them.
"Very well, thank you," Kyouya answered and in his tone she heard the gratitude for what she had done eight months ago. Gratitude for allowing him to be selfish - someone she respected for his efficiency and pragmatism. They spent a lovely afternoon sipping tea and chatting, Eclair doing her best to monopolize Kyouya's attentions and watching in delight as Tamaki sulked and tried to hide it behind the rim of his teacup.
Kyouya never asked Eclair what had become of Haruhi. She did tell him that, like the Ootori family Secret Police, the Tonnerre had their own means of protection and enforcement. She told him that she would need Tamaki to herself all day the following day and Kyouya acquiesced without question. Tamaki's mother awaited him tomorrow. But, tonight, Tamaki was searching for someone else. Eclair pushed Kyouya gently down the hall in the direction of the room he and Tamaki would share for the night, where Tamaki had left the door open and had stuck his head out, smiling as he watched Kyouya come towards him.
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Started/Finished: 09.27.2006
Edited: 09.01.2007
--
Notes: I promise it is not Haruhi-bashing. Just me whining about the end which did not happen because 24 was the end. YES. SHUT UP. ::covers ears and sings loudly and off-key::
::is shot, in the meantime::
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