Together

Of course when they all moved in to that happy ‘little’ home Tamaki Suou was exceptionally pleased. The blond haired man was filled with exuberance, to the point where it was annoying Haruhi the most. She didn’t let it bother her but still he tried his best to gain that ‘buddy buddy’ system that the Hikaru and Kaoru told him about when she went to the pension in Nagano. Yet at best it became tiring after a while, but he proved he wasn’t just going to be an annoying son of the Suou Empire. After a few weeks of them all getting settled in to the nest. Tamaki began to learn quickly about the easy ways to prepare meals or how to use a commoner’s Vacuum cleaner. In much humor he could have been a housewife instead of attending college to gain a masters degree in business like Kyouya was currently doing. Easily did the young prince get jealous whenever Haruhi came home after school and a long day in apprenticeship to begin talking about her ‘adventures’ in the office and with her other friends. But it was like every other time only the other times it was another club member who whisked her out of his arms, causing Tamaki to throw a fit and sulk in a corner. One would got to say that he was getting better about his dramatic speeches or his random fits when he could not partake in the time to hang out with Haruhi alone. Some times she could feel her spirit fly out of her body when he caused scenes in front of her school friends or co-workers. At the very least the others didn’t do that to her, yet what Tamaki did was something special. A unique trait that belonged to him and only him. No matter how much he wanted to push him away and hide her self in to a closet she couldn’t. Tamaki always brought her out again and made her felt loved; the same went for the other members. But he was more out front about his feelings for Haruhi than the others.

All the same he would come home and smile, some times she was home before every one else either studying or preparing dinner. There was no need for her to prepare dinner for them, some how they could find ways of feeding themselves but it became habit now. Instead of Tamaki and the others getting take out food they got used to her or Tamaki preparing the food. It seemed from all the cooking lessons she taught them all, Tamaki took it up like a second nature. Maybe to him it was like playing the piano, where it took effort and much grace to prepare a well-cooked meal. Either way Haruhi could sense from her sunflower seed scented books and fluffy blanket that he enjoyed cooking so. It was nice there was some one else who shared the burden of making the nutrition of the home. Of course he tried to clean and repair things but desperately failed but he never gave up which was a good sign. The young heir of the Suou Empire was learning normalcy, something many rich people did not invest in trying for themselves. But of course the others were learning the same thing but where one failed the other prevailed. It was an interesting game where there were no merits for any of them, nothing to raise their social status. Only to teach them the ways of the middle class, as well to knowing how to do things on your own with out the help of a secret police force or ultra friendly maids. While one party made a mess the other cleaned up, almost like a never-ending cycle. Where Tamaki came up with the plans to have ‘family’ activities, Kyouya managed the money. Everything fit into place like a puzzle as if god willed it to be so. Still the exuberant blonde flounced around her as if he were a puppy, smiling and chattering about his day at school or at work with his father. She couldn’t admit to him she enjoyed his happy stories so the façade of annoyance would settle over her features. Yet that did not stop him what so ever until she would utter a word to send him in to shock or a pout before his attitude would return once again.

Sometimes she would have to swat him away along with the others to study or prepare for a mock trial. But he could be the most persistent I-want to-help-you man in Japan sticking around Haruhi asking if she needed anything. Doting like a father or a lovesick bird, where she had to admit it was flattering but at the same time annoying as hell. Once one thought about it, Haruhi might of became jealous in her own ways if Tamaki chose another girl to comfort when she was scared or jump around her telling about his day. She was like a dragon, hoarding the people precious to her afraid to let them go. But someday she would have to let them go and walk their own paths. Thoughts rambled through her brain as she rose from the Kontatsu and the enviably warm blanket with her books to the kitchen where Tamaki busied himself with dinner. Somehow it became easy to sneak up behind him as he scrubbed daikon radishes; her hands found their place on his shoulders rising to her tipy toes to smack a kiss on his cheek. This caused surprise, and him to loose concentration, Haruhi could not help but to giggle before shuffling back to her spot. Before any one could come into figure out what the commotion was. At the very least he would not ignore her.

Some how these ideas comforted the petite girl, that she wasn’t alone in the world now that after six extraordinary men shared three years of her life and beyond. All who had their own behaviors and talents to share and show Haruhi Fujioka.