Disclaimer: I will love to claim OHSHC as mine but alas…
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Her 'Glass' Sneakers
Kyouya never understood the blonde's fascination with the world of commoners. Not that he was bothered but Tamaki had the attention span of a two year old. And coming to him every time for approval or whinging was tiring. Today was no different.
Apparently, Tamaki had gotten his hands on Charles Perrault's fairy tales (first edition no less) and was currently smitten with turn of events in Cinderella's life. And of course the fan girls couldn't deny their shining prince of his latest obsession. With not-so-subtle hints from the twins, a whining blonde and rabid fan girls cajoling, Haruhi became the unfortunate narrator of a tale strikingly different from her life.
Kyouya could hear Tamaki swooning across the room as Haruhi began to read aloud. He had no clue how regular hosting could have evolved into a full-blown storytelling session. Not that he was complaining - minimal resources, labour and expenses to serve the same number of customers were good for the club's financial health. The shadow King was certain he might even be able to work out how to milk this for more club funds from the school and simultaneously increase the flow of customer traffic.
'For educational purposes,' Kyouya would argue. And with Tamaki to back him up, he didn't see any reason for Chairman Suoh to deny this monetary request. Kyouya smiled at the idea – minimal effort for maximum results, it was perfect.
"From rags to riches, Kyouya! How charming!" Tamaki's voice invaded his thoughts. With the leather bound book clutched closely, he skipped to his best friend. The customers had left for the day. Mori-senpai and Hani-senpai were already long gone.
Kyouya could literally hear the cogs in Tamaki's head spinning as he packed up. The Shadow King was already calculating the odds that the blonde's next revelation will have something to do with the brunette cross-dresser of theirs.
"Kaa san… don't you think our daughter is like Cinderella?"
Bingo! As predicted, he was spot-on. But before he could reply, the twins were at it again - harassing the oblivious 'daughter' to get the Host King's attention. For once, Kyouya was glad for the distraction, it gave him room to think.
'Haruhi did resemble Cinderella, in her warped commoner ways.' Kyouya mused.
She was in every sense of the word, a reluctant heroine. Without any warning, her very common self was thrown into the glitz and ritz of high society. It definitely wasn't love at first sight but Kyouya was certain she had learnt to accept her fate and most of all, the host club itself. And almost at once, the five other hosts opened their hearts to her, begging to be recognised as part of her common world.
Kyouya was bemused. He never thought a commoner would be able to permeate their world, what more become a regular fixture of their daily lives. Her natural rookie instincts allowed her to waltz around them like how Cinderella would have done with Prince Charming. But in the Shadow King's eyes, she was a fleeting butterfly amongst roses, bestowing some of her unique personality and attention as she saw fit.
She came to them with no frills, like the instant coffee Tamaki loved so much. Her purpose was clear and she did what she had to. Her frank personality and sharp eyes tore away the superficial layers of wealth and beauty instantly.
Kyouya liked how she had no airs and was painfully honest. It made him feel like he could trust her. It was unnerving but around her, all the walls he erected seem to melt away and Haruhi seemed to be able to see into the deepest part of his soul.
He told her that he never did things that had no merits for him. But these days, his words came back to haunt him once too often. Kyouya found himself thinking about the plain girl more than he should. The image of her alone was enough to unsettle him. The Shadow King wondered if the Prince Charming felt like that when he discovered the lone glass slipper. A glass slipper, how impractical, Kyouya thought.
Their little cross-dresser didn't even like female clothes, much less a glass slipper.
At the thought, Kyouya felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. Suddenly, he was acutely aware that the Third Music Room was silent. Apparently, the twins had successfully driven Tamaki to the wall and had fled with the blonde hot on their heels.
Kyouya prepared to lock up but stopped in his tracks when he noticed he wasn't alone. The Host Club's little Cinderella was sitting at Tamaki's favourite window ledge with the said book propped before her. She looked like she was deep in thought.
Kyouya was intrigued. Usually, the brunette was the first out of the door, what made today so special? It was as if fate was beckoning at him, the situation was beyond interesting. Kyouya felt himself irresistibly drawn to his favourite commoner.
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Author's Note: My initial story outline was based on the plot of Cinderella. But it became this instead. I mean Haruhi is no conventional girl so she probably won't fit the glass slippers right? Kyouya muses. If you squint there's a little Kyouya x Haruhi
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