Realization

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I finally became aware of the difficult realization that love is not something very easy to have. It is, indeed, a very painful thing. And the pain it causes will definitely break your heart.

When I felt it for the first time, I tried, in vain, to convince myself that the painful throbbing in my heart was nothing but a product of my imagination. And that I was only exaggerating the situation and amplifying my problems.

As I look closer, and open my eyes wider, I realized that I was not imagining things. I realized that he was really beyond what my hands can manage to reach. That I was no one but an acquaintance to him. That I do not own a special place in his heart. That I only thought there was a long lasting spark, but in reality, there was none. Not a single faint streak.

I found it hard to absorb the truth. Why didn't I realized it sooner? Why did it happen just when I already moved my foot forward? Just when my heart decided that I will love him wholly and truthfully forever?

I can't move my foot back. I was somewhat frozen from where I stood. As I slowly grasp the truth, it felt odd. It was as if there was an invisible chain wrapped tightly around my heart, squeezing my heart to its death.
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THE OURAN ALPHABETH

I've just seen this somewhere and posted it here. :)

A is for Academy, which is where the Ouran students attend

B is for Boy-Lolita, which is Mitsukuni Haninozuka

C is for Cosplay, which the Hosts do every day

D is for Debt, which is 8 million yen

E is for Emo Corner, which is Tamaki's depression spot

F is for Female, which is Haruhi's true gender

G is for Guy, which Haruhi has to dress and act like to pay off her debt

H is for Hikaru, who is the confused one of the Hitachiin Twins

I is for Innocent, which Honey claims to be

J is for Jealousy, which Hikaru expresses towards Haruhi and Arai

K is for Kaoru, who is the sweetest of the Hitachiin Twins (and the best...) //....I have to disagree with this. HIKARU is the best.

L is for Love, which is the feeling that Hikaru doesn't quite understand

M is for Mori, who is the strong and silent type

N is for Nekozawa, who will put a curse on you if you don't watch your back

O is for Ootori, which is a big name in the medical business

P is for Puppet, and its name is Belzeneff

Q is for Quiet, which basically describes Mori

R is for Roses, which every Host Club member has in their own color

S is for Swimsuit, which the Hitachiin brothers would like to see Haruhi wear

T is for Tamaki, who considers himself as the "King" of the Host Club

U is for Usa-chan, which is the name of Honey's stuffed bunny

V is for Vocals, which Renge uses a lot

W is for Wonderland, where Haruhi got stuck.

X is for X-Ray Vision, which the Hitachiin Brothers wish they had. (...yeah, i know they do...they probably already have it. that's what the smirks are for. -_-)

Y is for Yaoi, which the Ouran show has a lot of thanks to the Hitachiin Twins //....I personally don't like this letter

Z is for the Zuka Club, which Haruhi was almost forced to join

How to Wake Up a Man

How to Wake Up a Man

A KyouyaXHaruhi Fan fiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club

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Mother in heaven. Haruhi sighed inwardly.

Why wouldn't she?

She was in the third music room, her fellow host club members already left half an hour ago, facing the low blood shadow king who was peacefully sleeping on the couch.

Unfortunately, the dubious task of waking the handsome devil-in-disguise unceremoniously fell, to her horror, on her lap as her sempais manage to came up with various excuses to avoid the seemingly impossible duty.

What should I do?

Haruhi was pretty much aware of the, er, negative repercussions of pulling the said young man out of his slumber. She was twisting and re-twisting the gears of her brain, trying to find a solution.

She scooted over him, looking at his sleeping figure more closely.

His eyes were fully closed, his eyebrows were relaxed, his lips were a little bit parted and his chest was rising up and down in a slow steady pace. His dark hair was a bit messy and partially covering his handsome features.

She had the sudden urge to pull it away and clear his face.

Wth.

Haruhi violently shook her head. She must be really hungry that weird things came popping out of her head.

She looked back at him.

Really, if he would just show this innocent (and pure, in her opinion) side of him to public, he might be more agreeable. Why must helping others without expecting anything in return be difficult for him? This merit-thing, how can it be so important?

Whatever.

18:37

It was getting late, and she still had to wake him up.

"Kyouya-sempai..." she said tapping him in the shoulder.

He didn't budge.

"Wake up." *poke* *poke*

No answer.

Oh come on. Looks like tapping and poking him was not going to work. Haruhi groaned inwardly. If he's not going to budge with that technique, she had to use a new set of force.

He's asking for it.

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And...

She'll just apologize to him later. (A/N: lol)

"Kyouya-sempai!" she said a little bit louder than normal.

Whatever. Just do it already! She thought.

She violently shook his shoulder and shouted:

"KYOUYA-SEMPAI! WAKE UP!"

Haruhi suddenly found herself being pulled into a perfectly chiseled chest and a pair of strong arms suddenly surrounded her.

"Ha-ru-hi." he purred, liking how the three syllables rolled off his tongue.

"K-Kyouya-sempai..." Haruhi flushed. His face was merely a few inches away from her own. She could even smell his sweet breath, something akin to watermelon. "W-What..?"

"You really don't know how to wake up a man, do you?" his lips curved into a cocky smirk.

"B-But you weren't waking up..." Haruhi reasoned out.

"That's not how to do it, Haruhi."

"How, then?" Haruhi challenged.

He suddenly switched their position, flipping himself over so that he was now on top of her.

"Let me show you." he whispered seductively, lowering his head to capture her lips.

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Confessions Of A Broken Heart

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I knew this was coming, the time when I have to let go of someone who matters to me. Everything is not permanent, and all things are in constant motion.All things fade, all things change, even feelings, even the love I thought was mine.

At first I thought everything is fine. It felt as if I'm the happiest woman. I almost worship him. I treasured every moment, every word he said to me. Sweet talk, sweet moments. He was a gentleman, very kind, silent but cool. He was very easy to love, and very hard to forget.

I thought we were contented with each other. I thought this love would never end. I thought. But then, as time passes, I saw the gradual change of his love.

I can't complain. I don't have the right to. He was mine, only in my dreams. i can love him. I can care for him. But I can't own him. i thought he was in my hands. But when I looked closer, i realized he was very far, far from where I could reach.

He came to me one day, wearing my favorite smile. Bringing the very news that ignited all my sorrows. he said he was in love. With whom? Not with me, but with someone whom i didn't know. And he thanked me for being a good friend.

I didn't say anything. I was afraid that my voice would betray me. I did smile though, but not genuine. He didn't notice my fake smile because of so much happiness that his heart contained. And that, made it worse.

I said to myself I'm fine. i can take it. That was nothing. It was very easy to say that you have moved on. As time passes, I learned to smile. I can even look at them straightly when they're together. It took time, yes, but I made it. I thought. Yes, I only thought I had forgotten him. Why can't I forget him? If I had moved on, why does my heart still ache? I can't hide it forever. My heart is still broken. The pain was still there and was never alleviated. And now, I confess, I didn't forgot my feelings for him. I just learned, though not yet completely, how live without him.
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