Disclaimer: I don't own OKHC. Bisco Hatori owns it. Yay for Hatori-sensei!
Note: I suppose I can say this is my first dabble in writing for the OKHC fandom, so please be kind. If you haven't read volume six, do so now. The analogy of the story may not make much sense, but if you squint, it might.
Eden's Gardener
For a friend, who is so many ways away
The image of the Host Club king struck nothing but perfection in the eyes of many, many of the female students in Ouran Academy. However, anybody who knew the man well enough would disagree completely, probably spilling out the numerous faults he had within him. It would start from spastic emotional displays all the way to obliviousness altogether. He was bad at shutting up and wasn't too great at basic cooking.
Other than that, he was skilled at various things that gained him a legion of admirers.
Suoh Tamaki was pretty much what most people wanted.
Most was the key word that probably upset him the most.
In the starry eyes of a regular Ouran girl, he would be the prince coming to save the day! This was the fantasy which the Host Club was built upon. The flowery girls of Ouran needed somebody to cultivate their needs into reality! (Apparently, this required Kyouya's skills in business and daily costume changes.) In any case, if the flowers were watered with love once and a while, they would be satisfied and would not wilt. In return, the flowers would happily respect their caretaker.
When the day threw Fujioka Haruhi, a veritable weed, into the garden, things changed.
The flowers got their daily supply of love, but were sometimes held off by an emotional outburst or a minute/eternity in the corner of woe.
More and more, the flowers seemed to mean much less. The gardener would dash to the attention of the weed so much quicker than anything else. If he could manage it, through a flurry of objections, he would be with her every moment he could.
But, cultivating weeds and impure plants were detrimental to the Suoh name.
Tamaki, a boy of superior lineage, was reduced to entertaining the apathetic heart of Haruhi, who obviously didn't want such forms of entertainment. It was shameless, as his grandmother would put it, to have a half-blooded child carry the name Suoh. But to let it roll in the filth of the scholarship student's world of apartment complexes and discounted bread was too much for her to handle.
In the opinion of the Suoh matriarch, there was no such thing as a gardener doing anything more with a weed than disposing of it.
But at the back of Tamaki's mind, he felt that he was an exceptional gardener.
He cared for everything in his garden, even if it wasn't the most beautiful. If anything, he felt that the weed growing in was much more attractive than the pastel colored flowers. It stood out, being one of the few who were not mesmerized by Tamaki's love. Despite feeling slightly disheartened once and a while, Tamaki appreciated Haruhi's independence. It was a nice change in pace which he probably needed after so much repetitive work in a batch of identical flowers. At least the weed could teach him a thing or two.
All in all, Suoh Tamaki seemed to be bad at two things: shutting up and gardening.
But in the end, Tamaki would always admit that he liked the weed the most of all… just not to Haruhi.
Fin
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