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[October 6] [Ouran High Host Club] Win
[October 6] [Ouran High Host Club] Win
Title: Win
Day/Theme: October 6 / overwork
Series: Ouran High Host Club
Character/Pairing: Tamaki, Haruhi
Rating: G
Word Count:
21:54
Five minutes has passed midnight, but some lights were still open in the upscale, conservative law firm. As usual, Fujioka Haruhi was one of those working towards another all-nighter. Regardless of her feelings about the. . . priorities of the associate she was currently working under, she was determined to present a flawless case tomorrow.
She looked up from her notes to rest her eyes. She blinked, disbelieving what she saw for a moment—not the identity of the person standing before her, of course. What she couldn’t believe was the fact he hadn’t announced his presence with flourishes and sweeping bows the moment he had walked in.
“Tamaki-senpai.” Habits were hard to break. “What are you doing here?”
“Just seeing to the well being of my dearest daughter,” he answered sedately. “Good morning, Haruhi.”
“Good, uh, morning, senpai,” Haruhi followed his low key example, watching him cautiously. “You’re out. . . early.”
“Quite early,” Tamaki agreed. “I usually rise three hours later, but I suddenly remembered something pressing.”
“Oh.”
“Aren’t you at all curious about the matter that disturbed my slumber?”
She sighed. “What woke you up, senpai?”
“Your sleeping and eating habits concerns me, my child. I have discussed it with Kyouya earlier, and he agrees it is exceedingly unhealthy.”
“Tamaki,” she said firmly. “Your concern is noted, appreciated, but at the moment, unwanted. Go home; go back to sleep; let me finish my work.”
“But Suoh mansion number one is so lonely,” he murmured.
“Move back to mansion number two.”
“But that would offend grandmother.”
“Sleep in your grandmother’s room tonight. Keep her company.”
“But that would give greater offense.”
“Kyoya—”
“Has just flown for Amsterdam.”
“Hikaru and Kaoru.”
“The Hitachiin twins are in Sydney, and the cousins are in Rio de Janeiro.”
“Senpai,” she said in dull desperation. “You can be lonely any other day this week, except today. Please.”
Now, it was Tamaki who sighed. “It’s not like I can deny you anything, mon ami,” he said fondly. “Well, I shall go now, as you wish.”
“Thanks.” Haruhi glanced at him as he started for the door. Even in his pajamas, Tamaki carried himself like the gilded prince that he was.
“Incidentally,” he added, poking his blond head back into the room. “The Ohtori group has taken over another health insurance company----they’re maintaining the fiction of otherwise for the sake of a competitive market. I thought you might be interested.”
“Let me guess,” Haruhi said sarcastically.
“Oh, but as Kyouya is still heir apparent, I am sure they would give you no trouble with your claims should your health be compromised these trying days.”
Haruhi said nothing, but began to gather her things.
“May I offer the services of my chauffeur?” Tamaki said brightly.
“No.”
“Even better! I shall walk with you.”
“You know, it really shows how much time you’ve spent with Kyoya.”
“I thought it was your influence working this time, Haruhi. After all, it was a rather well presented argument.”
And there wasn’t really anything she could say to that: a win was a win.
~00:10 100706
Title: Win
Day/Theme: October 6 / overwork
Series: Ouran High Host Club
Character/Pairing: Tamaki, Haruhi
Rating: G
Word Count:
21:54
Five minutes has passed midnight, but some lights were still open in the upscale, conservative law firm. As usual, Fujioka Haruhi was one of those working towards another all-nighter. Regardless of her feelings about the. . . priorities of the associate she was currently working under, she was determined to present a flawless case tomorrow.
She looked up from her notes to rest her eyes. She blinked, disbelieving what she saw for a moment—not the identity of the person standing before her, of course. What she couldn’t believe was the fact he hadn’t announced his presence with flourishes and sweeping bows the moment he had walked in.
“Tamaki-senpai.” Habits were hard to break. “What are you doing here?”
“Just seeing to the well being of my dearest daughter,” he answered sedately. “Good morning, Haruhi.”
“Good, uh, morning, senpai,” Haruhi followed his low key example, watching him cautiously. “You’re out. . . early.”
“Quite early,” Tamaki agreed. “I usually rise three hours later, but I suddenly remembered something pressing.”
“Oh.”
“Aren’t you at all curious about the matter that disturbed my slumber?”
She sighed. “What woke you up, senpai?”
“Your sleeping and eating habits concerns me, my child. I have discussed it with Kyouya earlier, and he agrees it is exceedingly unhealthy.”
“Tamaki,” she said firmly. “Your concern is noted, appreciated, but at the moment, unwanted. Go home; go back to sleep; let me finish my work.”
“But Suoh mansion number one is so lonely,” he murmured.
“Move back to mansion number two.”
“But that would offend grandmother.”
“Sleep in your grandmother’s room tonight. Keep her company.”
“But that would give greater offense.”
“Kyoya—”
“Has just flown for Amsterdam.”
“Hikaru and Kaoru.”
“The Hitachiin twins are in Sydney, and the cousins are in Rio de Janeiro.”
“Senpai,” she said in dull desperation. “You can be lonely any other day this week, except today. Please.”
Now, it was Tamaki who sighed. “It’s not like I can deny you anything, mon ami,” he said fondly. “Well, I shall go now, as you wish.”
“Thanks.” Haruhi glanced at him as he started for the door. Even in his pajamas, Tamaki carried himself like the gilded prince that he was.
“Incidentally,” he added, poking his blond head back into the room. “The Ohtori group has taken over another health insurance company----they’re maintaining the fiction of otherwise for the sake of a competitive market. I thought you might be interested.”
“Let me guess,” Haruhi said sarcastically.
“Oh, but as Kyouya is still heir apparent, I am sure they would give you no trouble with your claims should your health be compromised these trying days.”
Haruhi said nothing, but began to gather her things.
“May I offer the services of my chauffeur?” Tamaki said brightly.
“No.”
“Even better! I shall walk with you.”
“You know, it really shows how much time you’ve spent with Kyoya.”
“I thought it was your influence working this time, Haruhi. After all, it was a rather well presented argument.”
And there wasn’t really anything she could say to that: a win was a win.
~00:10 100706