A Simple Commoner

Was time moving slow or was it moving quickly? Apart from the sound of Haruhi’s breathing and the occasional sniffle (and Tamaki’s own heightened emotions), there was no way for the blond to discern time within this white space. 

As he pulled away, Tamaki’s hand slid downward from the back of her head and towards her face, his fingers brushing against her hair and bumping into her ear. His eyes softened as he gave a small smile, his heart beat steadily falling as he finally began calming down.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he said, gently stroking Haruhi’s cheek. Pain tugged on his heartstrings, his mind telling him that it was going to be okay and that he needed to stop crying because she was going to be fine.

But now that he had pulled away and the frantic desire to see her had already been fulfill, he was beginning to see the bits and bobs about her that were probably influenced from her time in captivity. Tamaki gave his moitiee a small smile as he stood up and offered her his hand. “You should probably be relaxing on a place that’s not the floor. Let’s get you into the bed so you can properly rest.”

    She leaned into the touch of his hand, just letting herself feel and accept things she’d only accept behind the privacy of one of their homes. She needed this, she needed him. Her heart needed this to heal after the worry and stress it had been through She was finally at peace and her body was slowly starting to feel it all.

    How long had it been since she had last let herself rest properly? Since she ate? She wasn’t sure but when she took his hand to help herself up, she couldn’t keep herself up, and she tumbled forward onto him. Too long was the answer she was looking for. She felt so exhausted, her hands were trembling as she held onto him and tried to lift herself up. She couldn’t just rely on Tamaki, he was still healing after all wasn’t he? He had to be after what he had been through. 

 Kyoya smiles at the female as she sits down at his table. “Oh. Fairly recent I suppose. Probably just a few weeks at most. How about you? How long have you been here? I met Tamaki and Kaoru rather recently and they might’ve mentioned you in passing but I wasn’t quite sure they were telling the truth until now that is.  I have yet to run into you since I’ve spoken to both of them” he states. 

“Anyways.. I’ve seem to have crossed some trouble with this rather obnoxious problem from this rather confusing and utterly tedious class called trigonometry. Would you mind explaining it to me? I’ll treat you to multiple servings of your favorite fancy tuna if you please assist me in this torturous assignment. Now what do you say, Haruhi won’t you help out your senpai?”

    Haruhi smiled softly at the mention of the other two hosts, it was good to hear that they had already ran into each other, especially with Tamaki. She was more than positive that the blonde had been over the moon and was only slightly upset that he nor Kaoru had mentioned it to her, but at least she was pleasantly surprised. 

    “I’ve been here for awhile, maybe about six months? I’ve honestly lost track of time.” She laughed nervously before her attention was diverted to the math problem he seemed to be struggling on. It was rare for Kyoya to come to her for help but she couldn’t help but feel honored that he trusted her to help him. It was a small confidence booster.

For a brief moment, the touch of Haruhi under his own skin felt foreign. When did she get this scratch? Had she always felt so cold? But after a minute, the familiarity of his moitiee under Tamaki’s touch was too real and he recognized every single part about her. This was real. This was Haruhi

When she threw herself at her, Tamaki had to steady himself to keep from falling back. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around Haruhi, pressing one hand against to the back of her head and the other against the small of the back. This is Haruhi.

“Shh, shh.” The words were like gentle whispers as he absentmindedly rubbed the back of her head. His other hand could feel the movements of her breathing and the way she choked on tears. Tamaki bit his lower lip as he felt tears burning his own eyes, a poor attempt to keep himself from crying. All the time spent waiting for the moment to go out and find her, even without any leads, had brought him to this moment. And while he felt relieved to have her here, to know that she was still alive and physically well, it hurt him so much to see her crying like this. To know that she had probably feared the worst. To even fathom the things she had been through.

But right now, none of this mattered. All that mattered was that they were both doing well, and he was overwhelmed with the joy that coursed through him. He tightened his hug around Haruhi, a small part of him worrying about letting her go and losing her again. “It’s gonna be fine, it’s gonna be fine.” Though he said this, he wasn’t entirely sure how true it would be. He had only been attacked, had only watched Haruhi be taken away, but the memories still continued to flood his mind. Maybe he needed the reassurance as much as he wanted to promise this to Haruhi? 

Tamaki choked on a sob, finally letting his wall fall. “We’re both here.”

    Haruhi held on tightly to Tamaki as she just let her tears fall. So much had happened since that night and finally she could let it all out now that she was safe and now that she knew he was okay. There were so many questions she had running through her head on just how he had been ok despite the short time between the attack and now but she didn’t care. 

    At that moment Haruhi cared about nothing else than having her other half, her soul mate, there with her alive and well. She hoped no one would decide to come check on her in that moment as the two of them just held eachother as if the moment they let go the other would vanish. This was their moment and she wanted to stay in it for as long as she could. 

    And she did, until her tears finally stopped, only small sniffles coming from her as she lifted her head up to look at him and wipe his stray tears away. It was then that she finally got self conscious about her appearance, finally regretting not listening to the nurses and jumping in the shower. She wanted to fix at least her hair but she also didn’t want to let Tamaki go in that moment. 

    It was strange to have this feeling of protectiveness, of clingyness that she had never had before. Even when her mother had passed she hadn’t clung to her father in this way. She didn’t know how to process it but she also in that moment didn’t care, she’d worry about it later, try to piece it all together later.

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   As much as Kaoru enjoyed a relaxing day near the water, he really didn’t go to the beach all that often. Granted, on the surface world he could have easily gone to any lake, river or beach he wanted to, and here there was one within a day’s trip. But even still, the fact he’d spent so long alone turned him off from it.  However, now that more of his fellow hosts and best friends had seemed to find themselves in Wonderland as well, Kaoru happily excepted Tamaki’s invitation. The sun would feel great on his skin again. 

   “I think this spot is great, Boss!” Kaoru cheers, a grin tugging at his lips. Dropping his bag onto the sand near Haruhi, he placed a hand on his hip, and turned his head towards her. “I think so, I double checked the list I had.”

   The aburnette turned around to face the taller male behind him, chuckling lightly. “I’m surprised the Boss got you to come, Kyoya. I figured you’d be too busy to join us for something like a beach day.” He teased.

  It wasn’t like he really had a choice in the matter, Kyoya was reluctant but obviously oblige to tag a long. It wasn’t so bad to have some alone time with the original members of the host club. Kyoya didn’t mind spending time with his closest friends. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to the beach, Kaoru so I figured might as well come along. We can use pictures of this event for profit as well” he says with a smirk.      He looks over at the other two. “This spot is fine, Tamaki and Haruhi you should know better that I never forget anything” he states. Kyoya looks over at the ocean. It was nice to see the sea. He hasn’t seen it in a while since he’s been in this world.  

   He sets his backpack down before pulling out a small blanket and spreading it on the pink sand. “See. I’ve come prepared. You can set your things on this so it won’t buried in the sand” he says before he puts his backpack on the blanket and sits himself on the edge. “Alright so we found a spot. What’s next, Tamaki?”

Tamaki felt his stupid ego boost as everyone agreed that this was an amazing spot. Of course they couldn’t argue against the blond’s judgement (or his puppy dog eyes). He knelt down to pick up his bag and dusted off the sand granules before setting it softly onto Kyoya’s towel. His brows furrowed together as he frowned.

“Was I- was I suppose to plan what else we’re supposed to do?” Tamaki asked as his index fingers fiddled together. Little did they know, he had planned everything out but left his cute little list on his kitchen table. The only soul that would be able to read it would be Antoinette, and she didn’t need a list of things to do at the beach. But this meant that Tamaki had forgotten the events that were supposed to happen.

“I mean, I… I figured we could just play around the beach for a bit. Sometimes we need to do things in the heat, literal heat of a summer day, moment!” He stood up straight as he grabbed the fronts of his pants before ferociously yanking the fabric forever; the sounds of popping clasps filled his ears as he stared at his swim trunks. The blond had purposely bought these tearaway pants just for the beach trip; and for him, he believed it to be a grand success.

“What else would we do at the beach? It’s not like we’re here to entertain guests.”

    “Thank you senpai.” Haruhi smiled softly at Kyoya as she placed her bag on the floor and crouched down to pull out some things she had brought for them. Two towels, one for herself and extra in case someone forgot, sunscreen a pair of sunglasses, and some things to build a sandcastle. 

    She hadn’t really been paying attention after then to whatever they had started talking about but had glanced up the moment that Tamaki and torn off his tearaway pants and she stared in complete and utter shock at the whole moment. He had told her about this idea, and had even bought her a pair to use, but she had thought and assumed that he had been joking about the whole thing, but she should have known better. 

Dead…

The word echoed against the barrels of Tamaki’s ear drums. Did she truly think that he was dead? it wasn’t an unlikely notion, taking into account the event’s of that night. And if they were speaking on technicalities, then Tamaki technically did die but in a roundabout way which was overall confusing. But honestly speaking, he should have died. Yet here he was, alive and well in something that could only be considered a miracle because of a friend.

Once again that dastardly word repeated through his mind, and Tamaki had to push aside the negative thoughts that swelled inside his own mind. While he was recovering, while he was locked away in a building as he experienced something that he thought only possible in the movies, he desperately wanted to search for Haruhi. The thought of her own death had crossed his mind multiple times, and Tamaki’s small optimistic voice bitterly refused to believe that she would been taken only to have been killed in some secluded location.

But nothing would have been impossible in that situation. So seeing Haruhi know felt like a dream. He slowly approached Haruhi. He knew that he had to come and find her as soon as he could. Now that he was here, he was still shocked by seeing her. Looking at her now, it fellt like some invisible force was squeezing his lungs. Memories of her being taken away continuously played in his mind.

“Haruhi, I-” He dropped to his knees as he stared at her, his heart leaping hopefully in his chest. It still stung with pain, but it felt alive again with Haruhi being right here. He reached for her shoulder, thinking it to be a way to comfort her, only to press his lips together and recoil his hand. Instead, he gingerly placed his hand on top of her fingers.

His fingers rubbed against her own. “I’m not dead, Haruhi. I-I’m right here.”

    She had been so engrossed in her tears, fighting every negative thought that went through her head that she hadn’t heard him try to speak, at first. Hadn’t heard him come closer, hadn’t felt him get on his knees right next to her. She was to busy trying to make herself find some fragment of hope, even if she felt like there was none. Logic had told her it was impossible and for once she hated logic. 

    It wasn’t until she felt his hand on hers, until she felt the warmth from his hand as his fingers rubbed against hers that her tears stopped momentarily as she glanced up at him in bewilderment. The words that came from his mouth slowly processing through her mind. 

    Warmth and the words ‘I’m not dead’. 

    If he were dead, then he would be cold right? And if he was a spirit, he wouldn’t have been able to touch her. Or at least that’s what science fiction had told her. Slowly she reached out with her free hand, ghosting over his skin with uncertainty before she finally closing that gap. 

    Tears began falling again, but this time not from despair, but from relief and joy. He was alive. He had somehow, by some miracle, had made it. She couldn’t believe it, she thanked the mirror who had brought them there for not taking him away from her.

Obligatory Beach Episode |

@rosesxinxspring​, @moneydearest​, @littledeviltwin​ are going to the beach!

The fresh smell of the sea assaulted Tamaki’s nose as the blond took a deep breath. The beach in Wonderland was vastly different than in Japan, and Tamaki couldn’t help but stare awe in at the pink grains of sand decorating the horizon. He laughed gleefully before taking a hurried breath through his nose to calm himself down.

“I—–” The single word lingered on Tamaki’s tongue as curious blue eyes glanced around the area. They widened with excitement when he saw the most treasured area on the entire beach, and the blond awkwardly ran after his. His feet kicked up sand as he ran, his body teetering as he ran like an excited child.

He threw his bag on the floor, listening to it pitifully plop as he stomped his foot. “I claim this spot as ours! Unless…” He turned towards his group and gave his signature puppy dog eyes. “Unless you think we should claim a different spot?”

    Haruhi rarely ever went to the beach,  not because she didn’t like it, but she just never really had time before. The last time she’d gone to the beach was with the host club, and of course it would only make sense for them to be going again together if she was honest. She only hoped that things would be different this time. 

    She pulled the shawl she had on over her bathing suit closer around her as she followed Tamaki to the spot he’d chosen for them. “I think this spots fine.” She replied to him softly as she turned to glance out to the ocean, a small smile on her face, she wished those who were missing could be there with them to enjoy the moment. 

@littledeviltwin

    When Haruhi had received the invitation to Kaoru’s place, she had assumed it was for a small study session they had talked about the other day, but when she had walked in she was in awe at the sight in front of her. It was a wonderfully constructed blanket fort that seemed extremely stable and literally almost covered his whole living room. It was a sight she had always dreamed about when she was a child and here it was, in front of her. 

    Haruhi looked up at him in slight confusion at his words. Had she really been making a strange face for him to have responded like that? She’d only been slightly upset that Kyoya had shot down their idea for a small event at the host club, but it hadn’t bothered her that bad, she’d rationalized why it wasn’t good to go with the idea. She didn’t want him to agree with something just because she was making some sort of face!

    It was late...well technically it was early in the morning, but late to still be laying in bed. Haruhi was never the type to sleep in, but she had struggled to get up that day only because she was to warm and cozy. That and Tamaki was practically clinging to her, her shoulder acting as a pillow for him, not that she was complaining about it. 

    She hadn’t wanted to wake him up at all, but once she was fully awake she just needed to get up to at least start making them breakfast, she just had to be careful on how she got out of bed so she wouldn’t wake him up. Yet the moment she had finally detangeled herself from his hold and started getting up she was instantly pulled back against his chest as he whined. She had yelped a bit in surprise and glared at him for the suddenness of the action, but her annoyance fell when she felt him snuggle close to her.

    For a brief moment, the image of him on the ground from that horrid night flashed before her eyes, and it was all she needed to toss out the idea of getting out and just indulge in laying in bed for a bit longer.

“Please,” Tamaki Suoh pleaded. His throat burned from the lack of hydration as he ran through the humid summer air. His throat also burned from desperation, hoping, longing that Haruhi was here and well. “Please let me see Haruhi Fujioka if she’s here.”

The male had just been cleared to return home, the after-effects of his transformation no longer being an issue. He was back to normal for the most part. His eyes were sunken, still sensitive to the bright sunlight and overcome with the distraught that continued to plague his mind. And it wasn’t until he returned to his complex that he saw the papers that the Killing Joke had been captured and that victims were now at the hospital.

And then that was all that filled his mind.

The blond was worried that he was accidentally going to yell at the nurse at the desk, his emotions coming full halt as he tried to find his beloved. He was too desperate, too anxious, but he needed answers. Tamaki needed to know if Haruhi was here. And if she wasn’t–he wasn’t sure what he would do.

In a last ditch effort he roughly tugged on the hem of his shirt, exposing his collarbone. “I’m her soulmate. At least let me know that she’s here and well. Please.” Tamaki’s throat felt scratchy as he leaned forward, his hands clasping into fists. He just needed to grab onto something. But then a miracle happened.

They told him that he could see her.

Another nurse led him to the room, and he looked at her expectantly as he glanced at the room number. Dryness cursed his mouth now, and it felt like he was going to swallow his tongue if he didn’t get anything to drink soon. But there wasn’t any time for that. 

Slowly he opened the door and allowed it to quietly close behind him as his eyes drifted towards the bed. “Haruhi…?” he said quietly, his voice unable to hold any strength in the vulnerability of finally being able to see her again. The sound of crying pulled his attention from the bed and he saw her sitting on the floor.

His tongue finally caught in her throat as bile threatened to spill from his mouth. A part of him was so relieved at seeing her, but her disheveled state horrified him. While he was sitting away and being useless, she had been in the Killing Joke’s captivity having whatever happen to her. How could he face her? How could he not help her?

These questions plagued his mind in the split second that he stared at her. But he was only able to say one thing. A stupid statement that definitely wasn’t the best for the moment. “Haruhi, you’re crying.”

    Haruhi had heard the door open but she didn’t care anymore, whoever walked in wouldn’t be Tamaki, even if she hoped and prayed it would be. He had been literally dying last she had seen him and if he was anywhere in the hospital if he were still alive, she knew he’d be in the ICU fighting for his life. 

    If it was Kaoru or Kyoya visiting she hoped they would understand that she didn’t want to see them, hoped that they would see her in this state and just give her space but she knew they wouldn’t, they couldn’t, because they cared about her too much. But if she were to see them right now, she wouldn’t be able to handle whatever expression they may carry when she’d finally ask them about Tamaki’s condition. She’d been so lost in herself and her feelings of despair that she hadn’t even heard the voice she had longed most to hear when it called out her name. 

    Her shoulders shook as she let the tears she had held onto during her time held captive out. All the worry, fear and dread finally seeping out as she had no hope to hold onto now with the lack of information she had, and the fear of finding out her worst fears. Yet despite her sobs, this time she had finally heard the voice behind. Tears streaming down her face, she turned slowly behind her, terrified that she was now just finally losing her mind from stress and everything else she’d been through. That fear only hightened as her eyes locked onto Tamaki’s. 

    She knew he couldn’t be real, he couldn’t be standing there as if he hadn’t been near death, and the fact that he was paler than usual didn’t help at all. Wonderland had so many unknowns and instantly her mind and rushed to the conclusion that she was staring at the ghost of her fated and her heart broke even more.

@littledeviltwin​

    Even with how hectic everything had been the past month, Haruhi had not forgotten Kaoru’s birthday. It was one of the things that kept her motivated as she planned what she would do for him. 

    Just like the others, she knew she couldn’t get him something big and fancy like he was used to, but she knew he would appreciate whatever she did end up getting him. So she had set herself to bake him a cake and had gotten him a bouquet of roses, it was all she could afford at the moment, but he was the nicer of the twins so she knew he wouldn’t have an issue, or at least she hoped so. Now she just had to deliver it, and she just hoped he was at home. 

@sweetidiot-prince​

    It’d been a whole day since they had found her and the others who had been kidnapped, a whole day held at the hospital check on her and make sure she was ok. And she mostly was, physically at least, mentally she wasn’t really sure. She hadn’t allowed herself time to fully think about anything that had happened, she was too worried about finding out what had happened to Tamaki. 

    No one had any answers for her, they couldn’t answer her questions because that wasn’t what they wanted to focus on at the time but she’d been promised answers soon. They never came though. No one had any information on Tamaki, they didn’t even know where he was. Apparently he had never been checked in and she knew that was a load of crap. She’d found the news paper clipping after they had returned her phone to her. He just had to be there! She refused to believe that he was gone. 

    The moment they had finally left her room to go check on the others, she snuck out of there and dashed to the front area. She’d probably given the nurse a scare with how she looked, not having showered yet since she couldn’t even focus on taking care of herself now that she had the means to. 

    But even the nurse there couldn’t find any information on Tamaki. He had never been brought in according to what they could share since even if he had been they couldn’t share that information with him since she wasn’t family. She had almost it at that point, anger and desperation taking over as she yelled at the nurse that she had to be lying and that she had to tell her because they were fated, though if she had a clearer head she would probably know that that probably didn’t mean anything. 

    Security guards had ended up showing up and escorted her back to her room after that and she had gone willingly. Slowly she was starting to accept that maybe....maybe Tamaki hadn’t made it after all. That night was still extremely vivid in her memory and she knew that it was almost impossible for him to have survived through that. And once she was back into her room she had collapsed a few feet away from her bed into tears.