Hello~!
This is my second story! Just something that popped in my mind.
It's quite weird, though, not something I've read before in here.
It was inspired by Ouran's special chapter. :D
and a book I read.
This will probably be a three-shot... yep.
Well, enjoy!
Haruhi sighed. Hikaru was to leave for Los Angeles today. Why, of all the days, must he leave now? It was the opening day of her flower shop. She had struggled so hard, what with friends asking her how she intended to do this, seeing she only started this hobby, flower arrangement, a few years ago? It had been nothing; just something she did when sent flowers as thanks from clients whose cases she won.
She looked at the different arrangements on the tables and the canopy of the Hitachiin mansion, Hikaru and Kaoru's original home. Their mother had insisted on having the party there, perhaps because it was bigger and was, well, more stylish according to her taste. Haruhi liked simplicity, quite in contrast to Yuzuha's bold colors and daring ventures in clothing. That, she said, is what sells. Haruhi had no idea why.
The party was a big one. Well, of course. The Hitachiins were also known for their flowers, if not for Yuzuha's line. And here was Haruhi, a hopeful young lawyer, who might perhaps become the eighth representative of the Hitachiins flower arrangements. She had it. Perseverance and the love of learning. She loved Ikebana, yet she can do the Western styles. The Hitachiin's hopes were all on her. And Haruhi was determined to make something out of those hopes and her perseverance.
On the canopy were camellias, symbols of excellence and steadfastness. On the tables, dahlias, for good taste, four-leaf clovers specially grown for good luck, and baby's breath for happiness. Haruhi smiled. There were more flowers than that, of course. But they all mean something on the lines of good luck. All in all, the flowers were lovely and they had good representations. She giggled. She remembered her conversation with Hikaru several days ago, on a book she was reading.
"Flowers and Their Meanings?" Hikaru asked, perplexed.
"Yes. For the flower shop." Haruhi replied, smiling.
"Do they really matter? I mean, in the modern world, does somebody even check for meanings when sent flowers?" One of his eyebrows were raised.
"Of course! People do check. I have heard of relationships grow, and relationships end, because of flowers!" Haruhi smiled. She was ready to defend her newest hobby, learning meanings of flowers.
"That's stupid."
"No, it is not. Look, what if you send a model yellow carnations? What if she checks? What would she think? Hikaru-"
Hikaru flipped the book and opened it on C. Carnations, Yellow.
"Disdain and Rejection." Haruhi said, quite pleased with herself. "So you lose a model. That's how important flower meanings are!"
Hikaru sighed. "Touché. Fine. I was just jealous. You know I'm leaving, Haruhi, and all you do is read… how about some fun?" he asked quite seductively.
Haruhi looked on with a small, playful smile, then kissed Hikaru.
Smiling, Haruhi went outside to stroll. The party was in five hours, everything was fine. The flowers will last well until the night ends. She walked peacefully, looking at all the flowers planted on the garden. Everything was lovely, perfect. She had a good marriage, a successful career and living in bliss. "Ahh, it's a lovely day."
Suddenly, her reverie was broken by a maid's voice. "Haruhi-sama, Hikaru-sama sent you some flowers." The maid was smiling happily, quite amused with her master's thoughtfulness. Haruhi took the flowers with excitement. He told me he'd send me flowers… I wonder what these flowers mean? I'm sure these flowers mean something sweet, just like Hikaru is." Haruhi smiled gently.
The flowers were cyclamens, orange mocks, and anemones. Haruhi put the bouquet down, ran inside to get her book then flipped it open excitedly.
She looked at the book in confusion, then sadness, then horror.
Suddenly, life wasn't so perfect anymore.
well, how was it?
Maybe I can continue with all for the love of a pen next week.
I hate blocks. Ugh.
Well, thanks for reading!