Sense
(A/N: Hello everyone. Yes, I am working on The Bear on the Mantle. I just got stuck somewhere in between, and came up with this drabble, so yeah...
It probably makes no sense...but I'll fix it later if it doesn't. I think it's missing something in there, but I can't figure out what. Hmm. As always, read and review, please!
-And for those that are interested. I am halfway through Chapter 4 of Bear.)
I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
Her mother had smelled of fresh paper, ink, and roses. She was constantly surrounded by legal documents, pens, and for some reason, fresh yellow roses, provided by Ryoji with notes to his 'dear Kotoko'. Little Haruhi would wrap her arms around her mother's waist and inhale, paper, ink, and roses. It was a rather odd combination, but to Haruhi, it was her mother's smell.
Haruhi always got angry when Tamaki interrupted her while she was studying—because he always brought roses for her. Roses, mixed with the smell of her textbooks and notebooks, always brought back memories of her mother. And while she didn't want to forget her mother, the smell of her was too much for Haruhi to handle. Which was why she sent Tamaki away each time.
But finally, Haruhi broke down, one day opening the door, smelling red roses before seeing Tamaki, and suddenly tearing up. Tamaki had been alarmed, because Haruhi never cried. She'd pushed him out, roses and all, closing the door after her. Tamaki had wildly waved around, trying to figure out what he could do to help, and soon, Haruhi's tears changed to laughter, and Tamaki took her out for tea.
Red roses were thrown aside for tea and cake, and Haruhi finally told Tamaki what it was about the smell of roses. Tamaki had smiled, understanding, squeezing Haruhi's hand at all the right places. They sat after that, in a nice kind of silence, and smiled at each other, having come to some sort of an understanding.
Tamaki never came with roses, after that. He came with fruit, or ramen, or some freshly picked wildflowers, but never roses. And Haruhi found that she wished that he would bring her roses again.
"Next time, Tamaki-kun…" She said, playing with her teabag, "…would you bring me roses?" He had looked surprised. And smiled.
She smelled of fresh paper, ink, and roses. Constantly running around with legal documents, a stack proving that she was as good a lawyer as you could get, ink on her hands, and red roses, with notes from Tamaki to 'my darling, darling daughter!' (Daughter was always hastily crossed out and replaced with a scribbled 'wife!') Little Motoko would wrap her arms around Haruhi's waist, inhaling the smell of paper, ink, and red, red roses.