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To Feel the Sun From Both Sides - Tamaki/Haruhi/Kyouya
This was going to be an established relationship fic, then it kind of... took on a life of it's own. Meep. Here it is, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nekokoban, the guilty fun Ouran OT3!
“To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.”
Title: To Feel The Sun From Both Sides
Author:theladyfeylene
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Tamaki/Haruhi established relationship, Tamaki/Haruhi/Kyouya
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1702
Spoilers: Episode 8
Summary: Tamaki was too much for any one person - Haruhi would grow tired of his dramatics, just as Kyouya so often had. And Kyouya would be there when it happened, ready to pick up the pieces before they could be put back together.
There was such a thing as too much Tamaki. He was loud and brash and larger than life, more caricature than man sometimes. Kyouya watched from his laptop, as still as a statue, as Tamaki and Haruhi fought on the other side of the room.
It was inevitable. Haruhi would grow tired of Tamaki’s dramatics and opulence, his fits and his tantrums and his inability to think before acting. Kyouya knew, because he’d been there before. And when it happened, when the strings that wove between them finally snapped, Kyouya would be there before they could be mended.
Finally, after numerous sweeping hand gestures from Tamaki, the blond stormed out of the room. Kyouya adjusted his glasses, waiting to see what Haruhi would do. She simply stood there, watching the door as it slammed shut.
The blame lay, he knew, with Tamaki. Tamaki was too larger-than-life. He spoke and acted without thought, he couldn’t control his emotions, he fell to tantrums too easily, he was riddled with jealousy. And besides all of that, Tamaki was a fool. Haruhi couldn’t suffer fools - and neither could Kyouya.
And there was the crux of it. Despite all of Tamaki’s flaws, he was a good and honest man. Too honest, sometimes, as his heart was forever on his sleeve. But he meant well and he did the right thing and he loved deeply. He was like a whirlwind - he swept into peoples’ lives and stirred up their entire world and all with good intentions. He walked the world enveloped in a miasma of charisma. He was the sun, all warmth and golden glow. It was impossible not to like Tamaki.
Kyouya sighed and stood, leaving behind his laptop to stand beside Haruhi.
“He irritates you,” he said, glancing down at the small girl.
“Eh? Oh! Kyouya…. I forgot you were here.” Another girl may have flushed and been embarrassed to have a witness to the little domestic drama that had just played out. But Haruhi only looked annoyed.
“I thought that you had.”
“He’s just an idiot sometimes.” It wasn’t an excuse for Tamaki’s behavior, not from Haruhi. It was simply a fact to be stated.
“I know,” Kyouya said, quietly. He was watching the door. Tamaki was an idiot. Which made it all the worse. If Tamaki had only been a cruel idiot…
“Kyouya-sempai?” Haruhi was looking up at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Kyouya wondered if Haruhi knew, if Tamaki had ever spoken of what had come before. Of long nights alone in the club room, of bonds that went deeper than friendship, and of mistakes that had been made before Haruhi ever stumbled into the third music room.
“What do you see in him?” Because Kyouya was curious. What did a girl like Haruhi - who was intelligent and reserved and quiet - see in a man like Tamaki? But Kyouya supposed he should ask himself the same question. He felt that he and Haruhi were much alike, in more ways than simply their affection for a handsome fool.
And he had wanted her. Some of it, he knew, was because Tamaki wanted her, and because he had wanted to hurt Tamaki. It was petty and spiteful, but Kyouya had never attempted to claim he wasn’t spiteful. And there was a part of him that felt cast aside for Haruhi, forgotten for a pair of doe-like brown eyes and a boyish figure. But beneath that there was pure want, because Haruhi was unlike any other woman he had ever seen. She was his equal, and it fascinated and attracted him.
“What did you see in him?”
Kyouya nearly flinched under Haruhi’s sudden retort and her piercing stare. Had she assumed, or did she truly know? Kyouya only smiled, his quiet and secret smile, and shrugged.
“Perhaps we’re both fools as well.”
They stood in silence for a moment, and Kyouya watched her. How irritated with Tamaki was she? How far had she been pushed by his histrionics and dramatics?
“Maybe just foolish sometimes,” Haruhi finally said, and she was smiling as she said it. Kyouya frowned and reached for her wrist, grasped as he had at the summer home that time months before. Her skin felt the same. Not particularly soft, but warm and supple.
“Better to be foolish in company than alone,” Kyouya said, turning her to him. And true to her nature, Haruhi froze, unsure of what to do. He took advantage of her moment of indecision and wasted no time. There would be no suggestions or offers now. He pulled her against him, feeling her slender body press against his own. Before she could react, he kissed her.
It had been a long time since he kissed a girl. But Haruhi’s lips weren’t the soft and delicate lips of a blushing maiden. They were slightly chapped and dry, and the taste of commoner’s coffee clung to them. She was frozen in his arms and it felt good.
He didn’t hear the door open. Kyouya was too intent on the kiss, on Haruhi’s unmoving lips beneath his own. But he heard when Tamaki spoke.
“Haruhi, I…. KYOUYA!”
It would do no good to panic. Besides, Kyouya wasn’t the panicking type. He released Haruhi and stepped away, his eyes focusing on the other man who stood in the doorway, a shocked and pained expression on his face. Haruhi only stood where he had left her, eyes wide.
“Turn about’s fair play,” Kyouya said quietly, perhaps more cruelly than he meant. he adjusted his glasses, calm and collected as though he hadn‘t just been caught kissing his best friend‘s girlfriend. They had slipped when he bent to kiss Haruhi.
“How could you?!?” Tamaki wailed, and Kyouya knew the other man well enough to detect the honest hurt beneath his words. And the answer was simply ‘because I can’ and perhaps also ‘because I wanted to’. But Kyouya said neither. He shrugged, as though it was nothing.
“You’re both idiots!”
Haruhi finally spoke, and her hands were balled into fists and she was glaring at both of them. For the first time, Kyouya showed surprise. He didn’t know what he’d expected from Haruhi, but not this. Not anger at Tamaki, of all things.
“Haruhi…?” Tamaki was just as stunned. Her outburst had snapped him out of his dramatics.
“You’re both idiots,” she mumbled again. And it seemed as though she was going to say more, but Tamaki moved, sweeping her into his arms.
“Haruhi, you’re dazed and confused from trauma!” Tamaki moaned, and Kyouya only shook his head. “And you…” Tamaki turned his eyes on Kyouya. “There are depths I never thought even you’d sink to!”
“You act as though I raped her,” Kyouya said, crossing his arms.
“Kyouya! How dare you even joke!”
“Tamaki…” Haruhi wiggled out of his arms and brushed herself off. “It was just a kiss.”
“Just a kiss? Just a kiss!” Tamaki was close to hysterics again.
“It was no more than what you do with our customers,” Kyouya pointed out, and Tamaki flushed scarlet in anger and shame.
“That’s different!”
“Is it?” Kyouya moved, reaching for Tamaki, laying his hand against the other’s cheek. “Our job is to make women happy, as you always say. You left a woman unhappy, Tamaki. I was only following your lead.” There was venom under Kyouya’s words, and Tamaki knew it.
“Don’t.” Tamaki spat the word, and he stood rigid. Haruhi was silent beside them, watching with cautious eyes as a new drama played out in the Host Club.
“Don’t what?” Tamaki’s cheek was soft - soft as a woman’s. But all of his skin was soft, Kyouya could feel it in his tactile memory. Tamaki was either too angry to speak too cautious to speak in front of Haruhi. But it didn’t matter, because Haruhi was there and was as observant as ever.
“You’re jealous, Kyouya.”
The world froze. For a moment the room was a painting, a vibrant tableau of teenaged emotion and confusion. Kyouya’s hand was still against Tamaki’s cheek. Haruhi watched them both, expression calm and understanding. Tamaki’s mouth hung open in confusion. And then time resumed, and the picture was broken.
“Hmm.” Kyouya dropped his hand and pulled away. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, as though composing himself. And perhaps he was. Because he was jealous and he always had been. Jealous of Tamaki, jealous of Haruhi, jealous of what they shared. He loved Tamaki and he wanted Haruhi and they had one another. And who was he but Kyouya-sempai, cruel and cold and unwanted by both?
“Kyouya…”
He wasn’t sure if it was Tamaki or Haruhi who called after him as he turned away, but he ignored it. He had no use for words of apology or words of pity. But he couldn’t ignore a hand on his wrist, grasping it just as he had grasped Haruhi’s.
“I have business…”
But it wasn’t Tamaki that had grabbed him, as he had assumed. It was Haruhi, and all anger was gone from her features. He wished he knew what was happening in her mind.
“Haruhi?” Tamaki was still looking stunned. Kyouya wasn’t surprised. The situation had spiraled far out of his control and Tamaki was struggling to keep up. Haruhi tugged at Kyouya gently, drawing him close to Tamaki. She took Tamaki’s hand as well, and brought them together, and Kyouya raised an eyebrow. But then his hand was pressed tightly against Tamaki’s, and it was Haruhi’s hand that held them together.
“You’re idiots,” Haruhi said, softly and fondly. “You always make things so complicated.” And she stood on tiptoe and kissed Tamaki’s cheek and then Kyouya’s, and they stood there with all three hands clasped together. And Kyouya supposed that in Haruhi’s mind, in Haruhi’s world where everything was simple and the most logical answer as the best, this made sense.
And didn’t it? Tamaki was too much. He was too much for Kyouya, he was too much for Haruhi, but perhaps between the two of them…
“Better to be a fool in company,” Kyouya said again, and he and Haruhi exchanged a small and secret smile, and Tamaki finally caught up with events and embraced them both.
nekokoban, the guilty fun Ouran OT3!“To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.”
Title: To Feel The Sun From Both Sides
Author:
theladyfeyleneFandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Tamaki/Haruhi established relationship, Tamaki/Haruhi/Kyouya
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1702
Spoilers: Episode 8
Summary: Tamaki was too much for any one person - Haruhi would grow tired of his dramatics, just as Kyouya so often had. And Kyouya would be there when it happened, ready to pick up the pieces before they could be put back together.
There was such a thing as too much Tamaki. He was loud and brash and larger than life, more caricature than man sometimes. Kyouya watched from his laptop, as still as a statue, as Tamaki and Haruhi fought on the other side of the room.
It was inevitable. Haruhi would grow tired of Tamaki’s dramatics and opulence, his fits and his tantrums and his inability to think before acting. Kyouya knew, because he’d been there before. And when it happened, when the strings that wove between them finally snapped, Kyouya would be there before they could be mended.
Finally, after numerous sweeping hand gestures from Tamaki, the blond stormed out of the room. Kyouya adjusted his glasses, waiting to see what Haruhi would do. She simply stood there, watching the door as it slammed shut.
The blame lay, he knew, with Tamaki. Tamaki was too larger-than-life. He spoke and acted without thought, he couldn’t control his emotions, he fell to tantrums too easily, he was riddled with jealousy. And besides all of that, Tamaki was a fool. Haruhi couldn’t suffer fools - and neither could Kyouya.
And there was the crux of it. Despite all of Tamaki’s flaws, he was a good and honest man. Too honest, sometimes, as his heart was forever on his sleeve. But he meant well and he did the right thing and he loved deeply. He was like a whirlwind - he swept into peoples’ lives and stirred up their entire world and all with good intentions. He walked the world enveloped in a miasma of charisma. He was the sun, all warmth and golden glow. It was impossible not to like Tamaki.
Kyouya sighed and stood, leaving behind his laptop to stand beside Haruhi.
“He irritates you,” he said, glancing down at the small girl.
“Eh? Oh! Kyouya…. I forgot you were here.” Another girl may have flushed and been embarrassed to have a witness to the little domestic drama that had just played out. But Haruhi only looked annoyed.
“I thought that you had.”
“He’s just an idiot sometimes.” It wasn’t an excuse for Tamaki’s behavior, not from Haruhi. It was simply a fact to be stated.
“I know,” Kyouya said, quietly. He was watching the door. Tamaki was an idiot. Which made it all the worse. If Tamaki had only been a cruel idiot…
“Kyouya-sempai?” Haruhi was looking up at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Kyouya wondered if Haruhi knew, if Tamaki had ever spoken of what had come before. Of long nights alone in the club room, of bonds that went deeper than friendship, and of mistakes that had been made before Haruhi ever stumbled into the third music room.
“What do you see in him?” Because Kyouya was curious. What did a girl like Haruhi - who was intelligent and reserved and quiet - see in a man like Tamaki? But Kyouya supposed he should ask himself the same question. He felt that he and Haruhi were much alike, in more ways than simply their affection for a handsome fool.
And he had wanted her. Some of it, he knew, was because Tamaki wanted her, and because he had wanted to hurt Tamaki. It was petty and spiteful, but Kyouya had never attempted to claim he wasn’t spiteful. And there was a part of him that felt cast aside for Haruhi, forgotten for a pair of doe-like brown eyes and a boyish figure. But beneath that there was pure want, because Haruhi was unlike any other woman he had ever seen. She was his equal, and it fascinated and attracted him.
“What did you see in him?”
Kyouya nearly flinched under Haruhi’s sudden retort and her piercing stare. Had she assumed, or did she truly know? Kyouya only smiled, his quiet and secret smile, and shrugged.
“Perhaps we’re both fools as well.”
They stood in silence for a moment, and Kyouya watched her. How irritated with Tamaki was she? How far had she been pushed by his histrionics and dramatics?
“Maybe just foolish sometimes,” Haruhi finally said, and she was smiling as she said it. Kyouya frowned and reached for her wrist, grasped as he had at the summer home that time months before. Her skin felt the same. Not particularly soft, but warm and supple.
“Better to be foolish in company than alone,” Kyouya said, turning her to him. And true to her nature, Haruhi froze, unsure of what to do. He took advantage of her moment of indecision and wasted no time. There would be no suggestions or offers now. He pulled her against him, feeling her slender body press against his own. Before she could react, he kissed her.
It had been a long time since he kissed a girl. But Haruhi’s lips weren’t the soft and delicate lips of a blushing maiden. They were slightly chapped and dry, and the taste of commoner’s coffee clung to them. She was frozen in his arms and it felt good.
He didn’t hear the door open. Kyouya was too intent on the kiss, on Haruhi’s unmoving lips beneath his own. But he heard when Tamaki spoke.
“Haruhi, I…. KYOUYA!”
It would do no good to panic. Besides, Kyouya wasn’t the panicking type. He released Haruhi and stepped away, his eyes focusing on the other man who stood in the doorway, a shocked and pained expression on his face. Haruhi only stood where he had left her, eyes wide.
“Turn about’s fair play,” Kyouya said quietly, perhaps more cruelly than he meant. he adjusted his glasses, calm and collected as though he hadn‘t just been caught kissing his best friend‘s girlfriend. They had slipped when he bent to kiss Haruhi.
“How could you?!?” Tamaki wailed, and Kyouya knew the other man well enough to detect the honest hurt beneath his words. And the answer was simply ‘because I can’ and perhaps also ‘because I wanted to’. But Kyouya said neither. He shrugged, as though it was nothing.
“You’re both idiots!”
Haruhi finally spoke, and her hands were balled into fists and she was glaring at both of them. For the first time, Kyouya showed surprise. He didn’t know what he’d expected from Haruhi, but not this. Not anger at Tamaki, of all things.
“Haruhi…?” Tamaki was just as stunned. Her outburst had snapped him out of his dramatics.
“You’re both idiots,” she mumbled again. And it seemed as though she was going to say more, but Tamaki moved, sweeping her into his arms.
“Haruhi, you’re dazed and confused from trauma!” Tamaki moaned, and Kyouya only shook his head. “And you…” Tamaki turned his eyes on Kyouya. “There are depths I never thought even you’d sink to!”
“You act as though I raped her,” Kyouya said, crossing his arms.
“Kyouya! How dare you even joke!”
“Tamaki…” Haruhi wiggled out of his arms and brushed herself off. “It was just a kiss.”
“Just a kiss? Just a kiss!” Tamaki was close to hysterics again.
“It was no more than what you do with our customers,” Kyouya pointed out, and Tamaki flushed scarlet in anger and shame.
“That’s different!”
“Is it?” Kyouya moved, reaching for Tamaki, laying his hand against the other’s cheek. “Our job is to make women happy, as you always say. You left a woman unhappy, Tamaki. I was only following your lead.” There was venom under Kyouya’s words, and Tamaki knew it.
“Don’t.” Tamaki spat the word, and he stood rigid. Haruhi was silent beside them, watching with cautious eyes as a new drama played out in the Host Club.
“Don’t what?” Tamaki’s cheek was soft - soft as a woman’s. But all of his skin was soft, Kyouya could feel it in his tactile memory. Tamaki was either too angry to speak too cautious to speak in front of Haruhi. But it didn’t matter, because Haruhi was there and was as observant as ever.
“You’re jealous, Kyouya.”
The world froze. For a moment the room was a painting, a vibrant tableau of teenaged emotion and confusion. Kyouya’s hand was still against Tamaki’s cheek. Haruhi watched them both, expression calm and understanding. Tamaki’s mouth hung open in confusion. And then time resumed, and the picture was broken.
“Hmm.” Kyouya dropped his hand and pulled away. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, as though composing himself. And perhaps he was. Because he was jealous and he always had been. Jealous of Tamaki, jealous of Haruhi, jealous of what they shared. He loved Tamaki and he wanted Haruhi and they had one another. And who was he but Kyouya-sempai, cruel and cold and unwanted by both?
“Kyouya…”
He wasn’t sure if it was Tamaki or Haruhi who called after him as he turned away, but he ignored it. He had no use for words of apology or words of pity. But he couldn’t ignore a hand on his wrist, grasping it just as he had grasped Haruhi’s.
“I have business…”
But it wasn’t Tamaki that had grabbed him, as he had assumed. It was Haruhi, and all anger was gone from her features. He wished he knew what was happening in her mind.
“Haruhi?” Tamaki was still looking stunned. Kyouya wasn’t surprised. The situation had spiraled far out of his control and Tamaki was struggling to keep up. Haruhi tugged at Kyouya gently, drawing him close to Tamaki. She took Tamaki’s hand as well, and brought them together, and Kyouya raised an eyebrow. But then his hand was pressed tightly against Tamaki’s, and it was Haruhi’s hand that held them together.
“You’re idiots,” Haruhi said, softly and fondly. “You always make things so complicated.” And she stood on tiptoe and kissed Tamaki’s cheek and then Kyouya’s, and they stood there with all three hands clasped together. And Kyouya supposed that in Haruhi’s mind, in Haruhi’s world where everything was simple and the most logical answer as the best, this made sense.
And didn’t it? Tamaki was too much. He was too much for Kyouya, he was too much for Haruhi, but perhaps between the two of them…
“Better to be a fool in company,” Kyouya said again, and he and Haruhi exchanged a small and secret smile, and Tamaki finally caught up with events and embraced them both.
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Cute fic, I like it. :P
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Yay, thank you!
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I like the idea that Tamaki is too much for one person -- because I mean, he sort of IS; half the reason he makes such a good host, I think, is because he does love each and every customer, but in his sort of way, which is all very dramatic and genuine, but ultimately easily overwhelming and distractable. XD
♥ Yay for practical! :D
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That idea kind of took over for this fic. And you're right, he spreads himself out and is just so full of emotion and life and everything that he's overwhelming and larger-than-life.
Yay!
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And see episode 17, because god does he look good in the preview!no subject
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Yes, just like that! Because they all have their issues to work through, but their honesty to work with.
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