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Log; Complete
When; July 14th [Afternoon].
Rating; G [Mind-Numbing Fluff].
Characters; Fujioka Haruhi [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hescafe] & Kakyouin Tsubaki [lady_camellia].
Summary; Two girls have been unexpectedly hit by Cupid. Only...one isn't as honest about her gender. Guess which one.
Log;
A wonderland of flowers. That was what Xanadu was. As the host wandered through the garden she couldn't help but be reminded of home. Ouran Highschool's gardens were similar in a way, but it couldn't compare to Xanadu at the same time. The highschool's garden was much classier, carefully manicured, and rich. Xanadu, on the other hand, was more natural and calming.
She wandered deeper into the garden, wondering what types of plants she could find and name. Up ahead she thought she heard some rustling and some cursing. The voice was unfamiliar but sweet. Haruhi had a sudden urge to find the owner of such an enchanting voice.
Straightening up her jacket and tie, she strode determinedly forward, each step taking her closer to the stranger who she so wanted to meet.
Tsubaki had decided to experiment with her feet when she realized just how boring life was in the wheelchair, and how much it restricted her. Her apartment was not wheelchair friendly! Tatsuki had needed to place most things out of the cabinets to clutter the counter just so Tsubaki could reach things when she was gone.
Showering was also a hassle, since even if it was a large suite; the shower was not made for the handicapped. It made showering quite humiliating, actually. She'd had enough.
Wanting to stretch her legs and see how she could take the pain, she had hoped that Tatsuki would take her to Xanadu...but for some reason her roommate couldn't be found anyway. So, she was off on her own, having found a secluded spot in the grass near a small stream. There, she had pushed out of the chair to sit on the ground and do some simple stretches. She wanted to do ballet again!
However, as soon as she tried standing, the pain from her injured feet shot up her legs like a bolt of electricity, making her drop down and curse. Why, why did they still have to hurt so much?! Why, indeed... Not only were there still open wounds from the bullet holes, but the bone had been shattered. She was just a miracle she didn't have to wear casts.
Gritting her teeth, Tsubaki smoothed out her lavender skirt before pushing against the ground with her hands. Her legs shook as she forced herself to stand, and she tried to suppress a whimpering sound as she shut her eyes and lifted up her chin. Just endure it, Tsubaki! You can take it. Remember what Yumichika-sensei said about mind over body!
It was just as she was lifting her arms over her head and tilting her head back that she heard a branch snap, and both eyes flew open to look over at the intruder. Having been trying to push up onto the balls of her bandaged feet, the shock knocked her off balance, causing her to stumble and fall back towards the stream with a cry.
Haruhi rushed forward, making it just in time to catch the damsel before she fell. She looked down at the angel in her arms. Her image was entrancing. Who was this stranger that had such an angelic beauty.
"Are you alright, Miss?"
She had flinched, having expected a cold splash, only to be caught in somebody's arms. Not very...pig and powerful arms. In fact, it almost felt like a girl. But when she opened her eyes and blinked up at her savior, she wasn't quite sure...who was holding her. There was a tie, though, so...it must have just been a very effeminate boy.
...Ah, he was so beautiful and handsome at the same time!
Cheeks turning bright pink, Tsubaki reached up to clutch at her rescuer's shoulder. "O-oh, yes! Thanks to you. I-I'm so clumsy...!" she stammered, trying to stand back up on her own, only to wobble again. How embarrassing...
The host instantly took the angel's hand to help her stand. Her hand was so soft...the simple interaction sparked strange feelings. It was hard to put her finger on it, the word that would embody these feelings, what was it? What was the name of these emotions welling up deep inside her?
Haruhi smiled reassuringly, "You're very welcome, Miss. I'm glad I was able to help."
Her eyes lost their glimmer for a moment as observations finally clicked in her mind, "You're hurt..." she murmured. Her angel was hurt...
The touch to her hand made her blush deepen even more, and she curled her fingers to grip back as she steadied herself just enough to tug her wheelchair over so that she could try to sit down without collapsing. After all, collapsing wasn't very lady like, and suddenly she was very aware of the pair of eyes on her.
She really didn't want to let go of his hand, but reluctantly made herself do so, since she needed to lean over and tug her sandals on, very careful with the straps so that she didn't put too much pressure on her feet. Her session had been interrupted, but really...it was so hard to care when she'd met someone so charming.
"Oh, really... It's nothing," she insisted, her voice soft as she fiddled with the buckles. "The doctor said I should be able to walk with crutches in three weeks."
Shyly, the girl glanced up to the boy. He really was a very sharp dresser, too. Looks and style! "...My name is Kakyouin Tsubaki. What's yours?"
"That's soon! It's good to hear that you'll be alright."
And Haruhi really was glad. It must be awfully annoying to be stuck on a wheelchair forever. Seeing others walking, jumping, or even dancing would end up invoking sadness in a handicapped spectator. Or so she would imagine. The host wouldn't, no, couldn't let that happen to this goddess.
"Ah! My name?" Haruhi took a graceful bow, "I am Fujioka Haruhi. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tsubaki-hime."
Hime. Princess. The name rolled off her tongue easily. She had observed Tamaki-senpai using that honorific often. Although many of the clients were probably real princesses...The person before her, certainly seemed like one, and in Haruhi's eyes, Tsubaki was.
Fujioka Haruhi... It was an interesting sounding name. She thought it fit a girl more, really, but it didn't matter. The -hime addition made her eyes widen, lips parting a bit in surprise.
Tsubaki-hime... That was what everybody had called her at home. Here, Hisoka and Tsuzuki had been the only remaining ones to call her by that, simply because she had stopped introducing herself that way. She was positive she didn't deserve it.
Still, it was startling how nostalgic it made her, and before she could stop them, tears pricked at her eyes. Immediately, she ducked her head and reached up to brush her knuckles against her eyes.
"...Y-yes, it's a pleasure, Fujioka-san!"
Haruhi's eyes widened, spotting the tears before Tsubaki could hide them. Her face softened, and she lightly tilted the Princess's chin upward and kissed Tsubaki's forehead. Haruhi didn't know what had come over her, but she had done it. She had kissed the angel, albeit on the forehead, and her composure deteriorated for a moment.
She hoped that Tsubaki didn't think her too brash with that move, Haruhi still didn't quite understand what made her do that. But secretly, she wanted a bit more, she wanted to hold Tsubaki, and be with her forever. Dangit, what was this feeling?
"I'm sorry if I said anything wrong, Tsubaki-hime. I say the wrong things all the time...and someone as beautiful as you shouldn't cry. "
The warm touch to her forehead made her eyes fly open again, and she inhaled in a sharp gasp. Not one of displeasure--only shock. That had felt like electricity, creating a spark that left her toes tingling pleasantly.
Quickly, Tsubaki shook her head and reached up to touch his hand. It was small and delicate like hers, but that didn't seem to put her off in the slightest. "N-no! It was... It was just the right thing!"
Realizing she was clutching at his hand still, she flushed and let go to reach up and rub at her eyes again. "It reminds me of home... I've been here so long that it can be easy to forget what my life was like. Tsubaki-hime... That was what everyone called me. It's amazing that you called me that, like we're connected or something-- O-oh, but that must sound silly. I'm sorry."
Shaking her head, Haruhi chuckled lightly, her smile kind, "It doesn't sound silly to me. Actually, I feel the same way, Tsubaki-hime."
Haruhi was reassured to find that the feeling she felt wasn't one-sided. It made things easier to say, to express. Any hesitation from before left her, as she was reinforced with the knowledge that there was hope of something more. She wasn't sure what, but for now, Haruhi wanted to know more about the angel she had found in the Garden of Heaven. She wasn't great at conversation, but being a host, she had some skills, plus a few more from coming from a middle-class family.
"I hope I’m not acting to rash, but...would you like to come over for dinner? Well...my place isn't the greatest place, but I could make you dinner, or treat you out?"
The suggestion that Haruhi felt the same way made her hand drop to rest over her chest. If she still had a pulse, it would have been racing. What was this feeling? It felt familiar... It was like when she had first set her sights on Muraki as a child. True love? No...stronger. This was the love a woman felt for a man.
"Y-yes!" she responded a bit too quickly, only to clap a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. She hadn't meant to sound so eager. Dropping her hand a little, Tsubaki softened her voice and averted her eyes. "I... I mean, I would enjoy that very much. I think my roommate is busy, anyway... Can you really cook, Fujioka-san? That seems perfect! I try very hard, but I'm really not a good cook at all!"
Despite it being somewhat of an insult to herself, she was giggling softly. More and more, it seemed like her and this boy were made for each other. "I would love to try your cooking!"
The host's heart fluttered, she had said yes! Tsubaki-hime said yes! Just the fact that Tsubaki had accepted her invitation had thrown her onto cloud 9.
"Yes, I can cook pretty well since i had to learn how to take care of myself at a pretty young age. My dad always came home late from work too, so I'd help make dinner for everyone. But that aside, I'll make sure to make you the best dinner you've ever had, Tsubaki-hime."
What was this feeling? This strong feeling that everything clicked together and felt so right. That everything was meant to be the way it was. Was this what Tamaki-senpai always instilled in his clients? The feeling that he proclaimed and preached about? Could it be?
Mother in Heaven. I'm in love.
"Oh, really? So you helped your father out a lot, then! That's so admirable." A man who could cook and had strong family values. She felt her heart flutter a bit as she gazed up at him, admiration evident in her brown eyes.
"I want to hear all about you, Fujioka-san! Your childhood, your life... Your hobbies, aside from cooking?" Leaning over, Tsubaki pulled the switch to unlock the wheels, allowing her chair to move again, and she let her hands settle to rest on the metal grip to begin pushing the wheelchair...only to pause. She had no idea where he lived!
"...Um. But perhaps first, where are you staying?"
"I'm staying at the Circus Carnivore, at least I think that's what it's called. I'm not quite sure if it's a good place to go though. It really is a circus in there, sometimes."
She sighed a bit, calling it a circus might be an understatement. With the twins and Tamaki always having random their games it got a bit noisy and tiring. At least it was the playful sort. But that was no place for a princess to have dinner. Oh no, not on her watch.
"Where do you live, Tsubaki-hime?"
"Really? The circus? That's strange... I pinned you for more of a quiet type."
At the inquiry on where she lived, Tsubaki already began moving forward. Her kitchen was certainly full of food... There were plenty of ingredients to throw together a simple dinner from. "I live in apartment four-twenty-seven, in building ten. It's a nice suite, actually!"
Pushing the wheelchair around all the time was growing tiresome, but at least it was building her upper arm strength... And the last thing she wanted to do was appear weak in front of the charming Fujioka Haruhi. "We can go there if you like? I just hope it's not too messy for a guest... Tatsuki-chan put everything down low so that I could reach it, so it's a bit cluttered..."
"I-it wasn't really my choice to live there!" Living at a circus had never felt so embarrassing. She didn't want to give off the wrong impression to Tsubaki, after all.
"Most of the people from my world ended up staying there, so I just stayed with them. Living with someone familiar is reassuring, like there's a little piece of home to go to. Most of my friends are pretty loud and rambunctious, but they never cease to surprise you and make you smile."
Noticing that Tsubaki seemed to be getting tired, Haruhi moved to help push the wheelchair, "Here, I'll get that for you, Tsubaki-hime. Just direct me where to go? And your place will do just fine. It's certainly better than the Circus I'm sure."
"Oh! Th-thank you..." She was quick to pull her hands away from the wheels, resting them in her lap as Haruhi took over to push the wheelchair. Normally she might have been offended, but even if she wanted to appear strong...it was still nice to rely on someone once in awhile. Especially someone who made her feel so...special.
"Building ten isn't far from here, actually... If you just keep going this way, you turn left at the fruit market." Resting back in her chair, Tsubaki shut her eyes and enjoyed the warm breeze. Happiness... She had been struggling for so long, it felt like. Always fighting for something. For Muraki's affections, for Hisoka's affections, and then to recover from killing Muraki and dealing without Hisoka... She had felt so much pain.
It was like it was all melting away in Haruhi's presence. "I understand what you mean...about being around people from your world. There's nobody here from my world anymore, but it was nostalgic while they were." Muraki was probably still in the City, but she wouldn't acknowledge him.
"I'm sorry that they're gone, but for now, I'll be here for you, I promise, Tsubaki-hime."
It took them awhile, but they finally arrived at Tsubaki's apartment. No scrapes, no bruises, and everything intact. Haruhi helped open the door to find it exactly as Tsubaki had described. It was a little bit cluttered, but Haruhi didn't mind at all. The apartment was big and luxurious but that wasn't what Haruhi was paying attention to. It was the faint idea that she was in Tsubaki's home that had her feeling dizzy. The apartment emanated the fact that, Tsubaki had been here, and lived here...and Haruhi was here too.
She grinned, "It was thoughtful of your roommate to place all of the things out for you. Very creative."
Tsubaki clutched at her skirt tightly, smiling to herself at the suggestion that Haruhi would stay with her. What a...nice thought. But then, she was quiet after that, only because...
She didn't want to be abandoned again... But she didn't want to condemn Haruhi to a life in this place. She would have to support him returning home with his friends, even if it left her alone. She wanted him to be happy, just like she had wanted Hisoka to be happy.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she looked up when she realized they were at her apartment. "Yes, Tatsuki-chan is a very considerate friend... Ah, here..."
Tsubaki leaned over to unbuckle her sandals, setting them aside before taking the wheelchair over to lead Haruhi into the kitchen. "See, the counters are a bit cluttered, but there should be enough room to prepare food. This is our pantry...and our fridge is pretty full. Will you be alright in here while I go change?"
She wanted to look nice for dinner, after all.
Haruhi nodded, " I'll be perfectly fine, thank you Tsubaki-hime."
She rolled up her sleeves a bit, now what to make...Haruhi had forgotten to ask, but she had an idea of what she wanted to make.
"Oh! And Tsubaki-hime? If you need any help, just call?" Just in case if any accidents happened...Haruhi felt quite reluctant to let Tsubaki go, a painful parting. But it would only be for a moment, and she was just going to her room to change after all. Ah, this feeling would take a while getting used to. It was a good feeling.
The idea of Haruhi helping her change made her face got hot, and she stuttered a bit in response. "O-oh, of course! Alright, I will. I-I should be able to manage, though..."
Clearing her throat, she started to wheel out of the kitchen, only to pause and open the pantry door a bit to point. "Here's an apron, so you don't get your nice clothes dirty... N-not that I'm saying you're messy! But, just in case..."
Feeling like she was making a fool out of herself, Tsubaki gave him one last heartfelt look before heading off down the hall. Once she was in her room, she was quick to shut the door and sigh.
Oh God what would she wear?! Maybe she could find a friend of his on the Network and ask some advice...
Rating; G [Mind-Numbing Fluff].
Characters; Fujioka Haruhi [
hescafe] & Kakyouin Tsubaki [lady_camellia].Summary; Two girls have been unexpectedly hit by Cupid. Only...one isn't as honest about her gender. Guess which one.
Log;
A wonderland of flowers. That was what Xanadu was. As the host wandered through the garden she couldn't help but be reminded of home. Ouran Highschool's gardens were similar in a way, but it couldn't compare to Xanadu at the same time. The highschool's garden was much classier, carefully manicured, and rich. Xanadu, on the other hand, was more natural and calming.
She wandered deeper into the garden, wondering what types of plants she could find and name. Up ahead she thought she heard some rustling and some cursing. The voice was unfamiliar but sweet. Haruhi had a sudden urge to find the owner of such an enchanting voice.
Straightening up her jacket and tie, she strode determinedly forward, each step taking her closer to the stranger who she so wanted to meet.
Tsubaki had decided to experiment with her feet when she realized just how boring life was in the wheelchair, and how much it restricted her. Her apartment was not wheelchair friendly! Tatsuki had needed to place most things out of the cabinets to clutter the counter just so Tsubaki could reach things when she was gone.
Showering was also a hassle, since even if it was a large suite; the shower was not made for the handicapped. It made showering quite humiliating, actually. She'd had enough.
Wanting to stretch her legs and see how she could take the pain, she had hoped that Tatsuki would take her to Xanadu...but for some reason her roommate couldn't be found anyway. So, she was off on her own, having found a secluded spot in the grass near a small stream. There, she had pushed out of the chair to sit on the ground and do some simple stretches. She wanted to do ballet again!
However, as soon as she tried standing, the pain from her injured feet shot up her legs like a bolt of electricity, making her drop down and curse. Why, why did they still have to hurt so much?! Why, indeed... Not only were there still open wounds from the bullet holes, but the bone had been shattered. She was just a miracle she didn't have to wear casts.
Gritting her teeth, Tsubaki smoothed out her lavender skirt before pushing against the ground with her hands. Her legs shook as she forced herself to stand, and she tried to suppress a whimpering sound as she shut her eyes and lifted up her chin. Just endure it, Tsubaki! You can take it. Remember what Yumichika-sensei said about mind over body!
It was just as she was lifting her arms over her head and tilting her head back that she heard a branch snap, and both eyes flew open to look over at the intruder. Having been trying to push up onto the balls of her bandaged feet, the shock knocked her off balance, causing her to stumble and fall back towards the stream with a cry.
Haruhi rushed forward, making it just in time to catch the damsel before she fell. She looked down at the angel in her arms. Her image was entrancing. Who was this stranger that had such an angelic beauty.
"Are you alright, Miss?"
She had flinched, having expected a cold splash, only to be caught in somebody's arms. Not very...pig and powerful arms. In fact, it almost felt like a girl. But when she opened her eyes and blinked up at her savior, she wasn't quite sure...who was holding her. There was a tie, though, so...it must have just been a very effeminate boy.
...Ah, he was so beautiful and handsome at the same time!
Cheeks turning bright pink, Tsubaki reached up to clutch at her rescuer's shoulder. "O-oh, yes! Thanks to you. I-I'm so clumsy...!" she stammered, trying to stand back up on her own, only to wobble again. How embarrassing...
The host instantly took the angel's hand to help her stand. Her hand was so soft...the simple interaction sparked strange feelings. It was hard to put her finger on it, the word that would embody these feelings, what was it? What was the name of these emotions welling up deep inside her?
Haruhi smiled reassuringly, "You're very welcome, Miss. I'm glad I was able to help."
Her eyes lost their glimmer for a moment as observations finally clicked in her mind, "You're hurt..." she murmured. Her angel was hurt...
The touch to her hand made her blush deepen even more, and she curled her fingers to grip back as she steadied herself just enough to tug her wheelchair over so that she could try to sit down without collapsing. After all, collapsing wasn't very lady like, and suddenly she was very aware of the pair of eyes on her.
She really didn't want to let go of his hand, but reluctantly made herself do so, since she needed to lean over and tug her sandals on, very careful with the straps so that she didn't put too much pressure on her feet. Her session had been interrupted, but really...it was so hard to care when she'd met someone so charming.
"Oh, really... It's nothing," she insisted, her voice soft as she fiddled with the buckles. "The doctor said I should be able to walk with crutches in three weeks."
Shyly, the girl glanced up to the boy. He really was a very sharp dresser, too. Looks and style! "...My name is Kakyouin Tsubaki. What's yours?"
"That's soon! It's good to hear that you'll be alright."
And Haruhi really was glad. It must be awfully annoying to be stuck on a wheelchair forever. Seeing others walking, jumping, or even dancing would end up invoking sadness in a handicapped spectator. Or so she would imagine. The host wouldn't, no, couldn't let that happen to this goddess.
"Ah! My name?" Haruhi took a graceful bow, "I am Fujioka Haruhi. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tsubaki-hime."
Hime. Princess. The name rolled off her tongue easily. She had observed Tamaki-senpai using that honorific often. Although many of the clients were probably real princesses...The person before her, certainly seemed like one, and in Haruhi's eyes, Tsubaki was.
Fujioka Haruhi... It was an interesting sounding name. She thought it fit a girl more, really, but it didn't matter. The -hime addition made her eyes widen, lips parting a bit in surprise.
Tsubaki-hime... That was what everybody had called her at home. Here, Hisoka and Tsuzuki had been the only remaining ones to call her by that, simply because she had stopped introducing herself that way. She was positive she didn't deserve it.
Still, it was startling how nostalgic it made her, and before she could stop them, tears pricked at her eyes. Immediately, she ducked her head and reached up to brush her knuckles against her eyes.
"...Y-yes, it's a pleasure, Fujioka-san!"
Haruhi's eyes widened, spotting the tears before Tsubaki could hide them. Her face softened, and she lightly tilted the Princess's chin upward and kissed Tsubaki's forehead. Haruhi didn't know what had come over her, but she had done it. She had kissed the angel, albeit on the forehead, and her composure deteriorated for a moment.
She hoped that Tsubaki didn't think her too brash with that move, Haruhi still didn't quite understand what made her do that. But secretly, she wanted a bit more, she wanted to hold Tsubaki, and be with her forever. Dangit, what was this feeling?
"I'm sorry if I said anything wrong, Tsubaki-hime. I say the wrong things all the time...and someone as beautiful as you shouldn't cry. "
The warm touch to her forehead made her eyes fly open again, and she inhaled in a sharp gasp. Not one of displeasure--only shock. That had felt like electricity, creating a spark that left her toes tingling pleasantly.
Quickly, Tsubaki shook her head and reached up to touch his hand. It was small and delicate like hers, but that didn't seem to put her off in the slightest. "N-no! It was... It was just the right thing!"
Realizing she was clutching at his hand still, she flushed and let go to reach up and rub at her eyes again. "It reminds me of home... I've been here so long that it can be easy to forget what my life was like. Tsubaki-hime... That was what everyone called me. It's amazing that you called me that, like we're connected or something-- O-oh, but that must sound silly. I'm sorry."
Shaking her head, Haruhi chuckled lightly, her smile kind, "It doesn't sound silly to me. Actually, I feel the same way, Tsubaki-hime."
Haruhi was reassured to find that the feeling she felt wasn't one-sided. It made things easier to say, to express. Any hesitation from before left her, as she was reinforced with the knowledge that there was hope of something more. She wasn't sure what, but for now, Haruhi wanted to know more about the angel she had found in the Garden of Heaven. She wasn't great at conversation, but being a host, she had some skills, plus a few more from coming from a middle-class family.
"I hope I’m not acting to rash, but...would you like to come over for dinner? Well...my place isn't the greatest place, but I could make you dinner, or treat you out?"
The suggestion that Haruhi felt the same way made her hand drop to rest over her chest. If she still had a pulse, it would have been racing. What was this feeling? It felt familiar... It was like when she had first set her sights on Muraki as a child. True love? No...stronger. This was the love a woman felt for a man.
"Y-yes!" she responded a bit too quickly, only to clap a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. She hadn't meant to sound so eager. Dropping her hand a little, Tsubaki softened her voice and averted her eyes. "I... I mean, I would enjoy that very much. I think my roommate is busy, anyway... Can you really cook, Fujioka-san? That seems perfect! I try very hard, but I'm really not a good cook at all!"
Despite it being somewhat of an insult to herself, she was giggling softly. More and more, it seemed like her and this boy were made for each other. "I would love to try your cooking!"
The host's heart fluttered, she had said yes! Tsubaki-hime said yes! Just the fact that Tsubaki had accepted her invitation had thrown her onto cloud 9.
"Yes, I can cook pretty well since i had to learn how to take care of myself at a pretty young age. My dad always came home late from work too, so I'd help make dinner for everyone. But that aside, I'll make sure to make you the best dinner you've ever had, Tsubaki-hime."
What was this feeling? This strong feeling that everything clicked together and felt so right. That everything was meant to be the way it was. Was this what Tamaki-senpai always instilled in his clients? The feeling that he proclaimed and preached about? Could it be?
Mother in Heaven. I'm in love.
"Oh, really? So you helped your father out a lot, then! That's so admirable." A man who could cook and had strong family values. She felt her heart flutter a bit as she gazed up at him, admiration evident in her brown eyes.
"I want to hear all about you, Fujioka-san! Your childhood, your life... Your hobbies, aside from cooking?" Leaning over, Tsubaki pulled the switch to unlock the wheels, allowing her chair to move again, and she let her hands settle to rest on the metal grip to begin pushing the wheelchair...only to pause. She had no idea where he lived!
"...Um. But perhaps first, where are you staying?"
"I'm staying at the Circus Carnivore, at least I think that's what it's called. I'm not quite sure if it's a good place to go though. It really is a circus in there, sometimes."
She sighed a bit, calling it a circus might be an understatement. With the twins and Tamaki always having random their games it got a bit noisy and tiring. At least it was the playful sort. But that was no place for a princess to have dinner. Oh no, not on her watch.
"Where do you live, Tsubaki-hime?"
"Really? The circus? That's strange... I pinned you for more of a quiet type."
At the inquiry on where she lived, Tsubaki already began moving forward. Her kitchen was certainly full of food... There were plenty of ingredients to throw together a simple dinner from. "I live in apartment four-twenty-seven, in building ten. It's a nice suite, actually!"
Pushing the wheelchair around all the time was growing tiresome, but at least it was building her upper arm strength... And the last thing she wanted to do was appear weak in front of the charming Fujioka Haruhi. "We can go there if you like? I just hope it's not too messy for a guest... Tatsuki-chan put everything down low so that I could reach it, so it's a bit cluttered..."
"I-it wasn't really my choice to live there!" Living at a circus had never felt so embarrassing. She didn't want to give off the wrong impression to Tsubaki, after all.
"Most of the people from my world ended up staying there, so I just stayed with them. Living with someone familiar is reassuring, like there's a little piece of home to go to. Most of my friends are pretty loud and rambunctious, but they never cease to surprise you and make you smile."
Noticing that Tsubaki seemed to be getting tired, Haruhi moved to help push the wheelchair, "Here, I'll get that for you, Tsubaki-hime. Just direct me where to go? And your place will do just fine. It's certainly better than the Circus I'm sure."
"Oh! Th-thank you..." She was quick to pull her hands away from the wheels, resting them in her lap as Haruhi took over to push the wheelchair. Normally she might have been offended, but even if she wanted to appear strong...it was still nice to rely on someone once in awhile. Especially someone who made her feel so...special.
"Building ten isn't far from here, actually... If you just keep going this way, you turn left at the fruit market." Resting back in her chair, Tsubaki shut her eyes and enjoyed the warm breeze. Happiness... She had been struggling for so long, it felt like. Always fighting for something. For Muraki's affections, for Hisoka's affections, and then to recover from killing Muraki and dealing without Hisoka... She had felt so much pain.
It was like it was all melting away in Haruhi's presence. "I understand what you mean...about being around people from your world. There's nobody here from my world anymore, but it was nostalgic while they were." Muraki was probably still in the City, but she wouldn't acknowledge him.
"I'm sorry that they're gone, but for now, I'll be here for you, I promise, Tsubaki-hime."
It took them awhile, but they finally arrived at Tsubaki's apartment. No scrapes, no bruises, and everything intact. Haruhi helped open the door to find it exactly as Tsubaki had described. It was a little bit cluttered, but Haruhi didn't mind at all. The apartment was big and luxurious but that wasn't what Haruhi was paying attention to. It was the faint idea that she was in Tsubaki's home that had her feeling dizzy. The apartment emanated the fact that, Tsubaki had been here, and lived here...and Haruhi was here too.
She grinned, "It was thoughtful of your roommate to place all of the things out for you. Very creative."
Tsubaki clutched at her skirt tightly, smiling to herself at the suggestion that Haruhi would stay with her. What a...nice thought. But then, she was quiet after that, only because...
She didn't want to be abandoned again... But she didn't want to condemn Haruhi to a life in this place. She would have to support him returning home with his friends, even if it left her alone. She wanted him to be happy, just like she had wanted Hisoka to be happy.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she looked up when she realized they were at her apartment. "Yes, Tatsuki-chan is a very considerate friend... Ah, here..."
Tsubaki leaned over to unbuckle her sandals, setting them aside before taking the wheelchair over to lead Haruhi into the kitchen. "See, the counters are a bit cluttered, but there should be enough room to prepare food. This is our pantry...and our fridge is pretty full. Will you be alright in here while I go change?"
She wanted to look nice for dinner, after all.
Haruhi nodded, " I'll be perfectly fine, thank you Tsubaki-hime."
She rolled up her sleeves a bit, now what to make...Haruhi had forgotten to ask, but she had an idea of what she wanted to make.
"Oh! And Tsubaki-hime? If you need any help, just call?" Just in case if any accidents happened...Haruhi felt quite reluctant to let Tsubaki go, a painful parting. But it would only be for a moment, and she was just going to her room to change after all. Ah, this feeling would take a while getting used to. It was a good feeling.
The idea of Haruhi helping her change made her face got hot, and she stuttered a bit in response. "O-oh, of course! Alright, I will. I-I should be able to manage, though..."
Clearing her throat, she started to wheel out of the kitchen, only to pause and open the pantry door a bit to point. "Here's an apron, so you don't get your nice clothes dirty... N-not that I'm saying you're messy! But, just in case..."
Feeling like she was making a fool out of herself, Tsubaki gave him one last heartfelt look before heading off down the hall. Once she was in her room, she was quick to shut the door and sigh.
Oh God what would she wear?! Maybe she could find a friend of his on the Network and ask some advice...
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*flail*
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Tsubaki will be like "...Oh. I'm gay?" D=
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Tomorrow...I CAN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TOMORROW!
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And I see you talking about Ikki?!
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