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Petals in the Wind

By: pandanova
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Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 3
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Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran as much as I wish I did! I make absolutely no money for this and am only doing it for my own amusement.
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The Evil Dragon

Tamaki walked half a dozen steps from where he had closed the door leaving Kyouya behind. The moment he stepped away from the shadow king his confidence had faltered. Placing his head against the wall he stared down into his hands watching them shake as he placed his now hot head against the cool wallpaper. The tangible cloud of darkness flooded about him and wary students quickly began retreating, only a few of the girls casting concerned looks before retreating towards morning classes.

The blond haired lord did not see them, his mind entrapped in his own thoughts. What have I done, he thought wickedly as his eyes stared in disbelief at his own shivering digits. My own daughter! He had willingly agreed to seduce his own self proclaimed daughter?! Did that make him--?! He audibly gasped at the thought as his violet eyes tried to bug out of their sockets “A pervert?” He whispered the words low as he felt him quaking with a new fear. Then he shook his head violently as he reminded himself that no, he was not. He was saving his daughter! Saving her from the lecherous Kyouya who wished to sully her honor! Yes THAT was why he was agreeing to this. He would save this princess from the tower in which Kyouya kept her trapped!

Tamaki Inner Mind Theatre episode 326

The curtains rise to see Tamaki clad in silver armor lifting the largest sword mankind has ever witnessed towards the large black dragon! His glasses (which were incredibly small on his long reptilian face) shining in a mysterious light as he trapped beautiful Haruhi! Her large brown eyes stared out naively as her hands clutched in front of the elaborate dress that looked so adorable on her. The tight bodice top of pink and white curved downward to meet the large skirts with the many white ruffles and the large pink bows in the back and atop her head was a crown of sparkling diamonds. Kyouya's face was in front of her as he whispered lewd remarks causing her cheeks to turn red and try to back away! But lo, what was this?! His tail had her trapped as it wrapped around her form!
“Eeek” she screamed as that black tail lifted her upwards, “Save meee!”

“Haruhi!” He stood valiant armor glistening in the light as he lifted his sword to battle the foe! In one swift moment he jumped, his hand grabbing hers as he pulled her from his grasp. “Noooo!” Dragon Kyouya screamed breathing fire at them, but he deflected it with his mighty magical sword! The fire returned to the dragon and it caused it to shrink away, a great shriek of agony leaving it's venomous jaws! He turned and pulled Haruhi close. “I'll always protect you,” he whispered and as he leaned to receive his victory kiss...

“TAMAKI-SENPAI!!” He blinked out of it to look and see a pair of brown eyes staring up at him. Yet instead of filled with admiration these were filled with shock, confusion, and a lot of anger. He was pulled out of his dream fully when he noticed the adorable pink and white dress was sadly absent. But that meant in is arms...almost nose to nose with...him...was....He shrieked and jumped away from her as if she had burned him dropping her on her backside on the floor. He had apparently had her in some form of an over the top dip when he had awoken from his daydream.

Instead of helping her up he just stared white as a sheet and was greeted only with humorless milk chocolate eyes “H-H-Haruhi?!” He stammered at her as he stepped back hearing the hysterical laughter of the twins who were trying to hold each other upright in the hallway. Haruhi rose shooting them both a look as they had 'lovingly' shoved her into Tamaki when they noticed he was day dreaming.

Haruhi tilted her head for a moment before letting a hand raise and pressing two fingers to his forehead. He thought he would die, her fingers stayed there for a few moments as her eyes showed concentration before she pulled her hand away. “No fever.” She said flatly as she stepped back from him and eyed him warily for a moment before shrugging. He was like stone in front of her, well in fact he sort of WAS stone once her fingers moved away. “You'd better go to class sempai or you'll be late.” And with that she gave a shrug and walked away, her small form retreating with easy steps towards her first class of the morning.

The twins decided to stay behind, viewing Tamaki's vulnerable state much more amusing then all the poking and prodding at Haruhi they had done so far this morning, leaving Haruhi to walk alone. Something she was all too happy to do. Between Hikaru's insistent questions about her finals and the 'encounter' with Tamaki she felt a bit off balance. She gave a sigh of aggravation as two fingers came to press at her temples. “Okasan in heaven why did I think I'd miss them?” She shook her head as she moved to take the corner only to be intercepted by Kyouya.

“Haruhi.” His words were curt as always and she looked up at him with a look of shock. Kyouya rarely sought her out, in fact she was almost certain that aside from the time they went into the cafeteria to view the twins fighting this was THE first time she had seen him outside of Music Room Three.
“Hai Kyouya-sempai?” Her curiosity was piqued. Why in the world was he seeking her out?
“I was wondering if you wouldn't mind meeting me during your lunch?” When he saw her questioning face he was quick to add. “I have a few things to talk over with you.”
Haruhi stayed silent for a moment staring at the taller classmate with a scrutinizing gaze. Talks of her debt had a tendency to ruin her appetite, but why in the world would he want to do it over lunch? She was about to speak her refusal but never got a chance.

Out of nowhere Tamaki intercepted snatching Haruhi, quite physically, away from his classmate. “I'm sorry, Haruhi shall have to decline!” He remarked triumphantly causing Kyouya to grin for a moment as he regarded the flamboyant student. “Haruhi shall be having lunch with her father!” He held her in a death grip which Haruhi was quickly trying to worm her way out of but instead suddenly found Tamaki nose to nose with her. “I have the most wonderful meal to share with you Haruhi! All sorts of delicacies from France!”
“No thank you.” Her flat words cut him like a knife and he staggered away hand to his forehead before resting against the wall.
“Oh so little love you have for your father! Not even willing to share a meal made with love!”
“You're not my father.” Her voice still flat and unemotional as she began to head off.
“Haruhiii!” He cried in agony, sniffling as he looked at her form. She sighed, defeated she looked from him to Kyouya.
“How much food did you bring?” She asked.
This was an odd question. Tamaki gave a victorious smile as he bounded over to her, “Oh a feast dear Haruhi! Enough to feed an army!”
“Good.” She said simply and turned to Kyouya. “I guess I'll be having lunch with you both. I'll see you in the music room.”

Kyouya was dumbfounded as was Tamaki, both staring at her with a look of disbelief. They ranged from the slight look of confusion on the youngest Ootori's to full out shock on Tamaki's with his mouth hanging open for all to stare into and probably see his tonsils. Yet before either could argue the first chimes for class echoed through the hall and she was gone.

Tamaki's eyes slid to the side to look at Kyouya, who had already recovered. His shoulders squared and chin held easy and high on them. Tamaki was quick to pull himself back together as he looked to his friend and now rival. “This is a new one for you Tamaki.” Kyouya said with ease cutting through Tamaki's quiet thoughts, what ever they were. “We only began this morning and you are already jealous.” A self satisfied smirk moved across his thin lips as pale digits adjusted his glasses.
“I am protecting my daughter.” Said Tamaki. But his voice was almost venomous as he looked sidelong at him and Kyouya felt himself once more being taken aback by this sudden change in him. It was true Kyouya had considered the fact that this would most likely hurt his friendship with the gold haired host king, but so much animosity so quickly? Today was just full of surprises.
“Well!” Tamaki shouted with triumph “Come mon ami!” Or...perhaps not. Tamaki's threw his arms around his friend's shoulders before using it to drag him towards their own morning classes.

At last and blissfully alone Haruhi sunk into her chair with a breath of relief. Fingers pulling out her notes from over a week ago as well as new papers and everything else to get her through another class.. People were slowly filtering in and she could hear snippets of conversation from everyone in her class but felt no need to listen to any of it. Her eyes instead slipped to the window and stared out on the grounds. The large cherry trees were just ending their blooms and in a few weeks the trees would become bare in preparation of winter.

As she let herself ease into a more relaxed state her mind wandered as she watched the petals flutter away in the light morning wind. What was all that about exactly? Her mind asked as she leaned her head onto one hand. Kyouya wanting her for a private lunch? Of course it made sense that Tamaki wanted to have lunch with her as well but why so suddenly? Haruhi had no clue, despite her great intellect she never saw things involving herself. A half smile reached her lips as she thought of that lunch though. He said french delicacies hadn't he? Her mind tried to think of what those could possibly be, normally they stuck to a more traditional Japanese meal. The only french thing she could think of was creme brulee. Thinking of the sticky sweet thing kinda made her nose turn up. It had been good, the custard anyway but all that sugar on the top. Were all french things that sweet? She hoped not, she was not particularly one for sweet things.

Her gaze out the window was disturbed by a figure which broke her out of her reverie letting her brown orbs raise to take in who it was. It was Hikaru looking down at her with a facial expression that she could only read as fierce. “Hikaru?” He seemed to frown when she said his name before looking away. All Haruhi could do was shrug and straightened to look ahead only to notice the other seat was empty.

“Where's Kaoru?” She asked as she looked towards Hikaru once more.
The red headed twin simply shrugged and slid into his seat. “I don't know. He said he needed to grab something.”
This was strange, and not only that but spoke a bit falsely. She let her eyebrows raise before shrugging and looking towards her notes. But she hadn't gotten more than two lines down when Hikaru was speaking again.

“Hey Haruhi...what did Kyouya want?” His voice seemed far off. Not the bored tone he normally kept to him but instead it seemed like he was trying to sound as uninterested as possible.
Haruhi looked to him for a long moment which caused him to redden a bit and look further away. She shrugged then and looked back to her notes saying offhandedly “He wanted to have lunch with me. Had something he wanted to talk to me about.”

Her eyes were too busy on her notes to see a bit of anger flood into Hikaru's cat's eye gold orbs before he looked pointedly out the window. To most of the club it had become obvious that Hikaru was becoming more and more jealous as time went by, especially when it came to Tamaki. But this was the first time it had been shown towards Kyouya. And though Haruhi hadn't seen it, Kaoru had. A frown lifting onto his lips as he looked to his twin. He took his seat slowly trying to meet eyes with the angrier one; however, he was too busy staring out the window to even notice the arrival of his other half.

The last bell rang, everyone took their seats, and in came the professor. The lecture began and everyone too busy for anything from then on. Haruhi's fingers deftly copying down notes since she knew from Hikaru's bad mood he would be looking off of them later. But what was he in such a huff about? She couldn't put her finger on it and just put it up to a bad morning and instead kept her eyes on her notes as well as her mind off of lunch.

**Author's Note: Wow I got that done fast! Here is hoping the pace keeps up. But please don't worry readers I plan on finishing this come hell or high water! And for those of you who want to know the smut starts in chapter five.
A thousand thanks to Ashi for being my first ever review! You asked for more and you got it! Now I expect those cookies! >.Again I love reviews so please do leave your comments~**
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