The Only Constant is Change

It's Haruhi, Kaoru, and Hikaru's final year at Ouran. Dynamics are changing and evolving... What will happen to the Host Club Members?

Author's Note: This story takes place about 8 months after the events in A Faire Shot at Mythology. It can be read as a stand alone, but it references events and items from that piece as well. If you are reading my work for the 1st time, I would humbly suggest reading my other stories The Game and A Faire Shot at Mythology before reading this to completely understand some of the relationship dynamics that I use. I promise that if you like this style of writing you will like those too. =)


62. Grey Skies

Tamaki wandered through the stalls of the fresh air market a few streets down from the house. The morning was cool and the dark grey clouds promised nourishing rain later in the day, but for the moment everything was tranquil. Kind of like how I feel at this moment. Humming quietly to himself, he smiled and nodded at the grannies chatting amiably as they sat in cover of their stalls and winked at the young shop girls who were bustling around refilling the various bins and baskets. In return, the shop girls would squeak and turn bright pink, while the grannies would laugh and threaten to “feed him up and teach him ‘right’ so he would turn into proper husband material.” It was a cheerful game and it fit his contented mood perfectly.

I woke up this morning with Haruhi naked in my arms, and Kyouya against my back. A happy grin crept across his face, and just out of sight a middle aged woman, started fanning herself with her hand. He was completely unaware of the effect he was having on the other people wandering and working through the market, lost in his memory of earlier. Hikaru’s leg was flopped over Haruhi’s thigh… and she was snoring lightly into my chest. It was such a simple thing to wake up to, but it made me feel happy. The only thing that could have made it better was Kaoru being in the mix somewhere, but he was still soundly asleep with Hani and Takashi when I stepped out this morning. From the way they were cuddled around each other they all must have had a good time at their party last night.

A fruit stand caught his attention and he wandered over to see bins of fresh clementines, lemons, apples, and pears. A sensory memory of dinner party where the hostess served an appetizer of grilled pears, goat cheese, walnuts, and a drizzle of local honey caused him to buy a bag of pears and ask the shopkeeper where he could find the other ingredients. It should be a simple enough dish to make, even with my limited cooking skills… and I think the others would like the flavors. Hmm… I wonder if there’s anything else I can make. Thanking the shopkeeper, he immediately sought out the other ingredients for the dish he remembered and picked up several other random ingredients that looked interesting.

So lost in the idea of preparing an epic feast for his friends, Tamaki lost track of the time and how much he had purchased until the last shopkeeper asked him, “Would you like me to arrange to have this delivered?”

Tamaki looked at the bags in his hand, now overflowing with fruit, vegetables, snacks, and other assorted items that had caught his eye. Sheepishly, he replied, “I think that may be a good idea. I seem to have gotten a bit carried away.”

The shopkeeper laughed, “I noticed. Still it’s good for business, eh?!” He nudged Tamaki in the elbow. “Give me the address and I will send my son over as soon as he returns from his last delivery. It shouldn’t be any longer than an hour.”

Tamaki grinned. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” Giving him the address, Tamaki hefted the bags in his arms a little higher, turned, and walked back to the villa. I wonder if the others are up yet. When I left, Haru and Hika were just waking up and Kyo was still out cold. I am not sure about the others. I heard rustling, but that could just have been any of them turning over and going back to sleep. I know Takashi usually gets up early, but Hani and Kaoru tend to sleep a lot longer.

Reaching the door of the villa, Tamaki opened it as quietly as he could, just to make sure he wouldn’t disturb any of his friends that may still have been sleeping. He placed the bags in the kitchen and seeing a French press full of coffee, poured himself a mug, sweetened it perfectly, and went off to find his friends, eager to tell them about the treat he had planned.



Hikaru felt a rustling in the bed and automatically pulled Haruhi a bit closer. Still three quarters asleep, he nuzzled into her neck, laying a gentle kiss on her shoulder blade. The soft murmur of voices brought his wakefulness up a little bit more.

“Where are you going?” Haruhi’s sleepy but hushed voice asked.

“I thought I would run to the Farmer’s market and pick up some snacks for the day. Anything you want?” Tamaki’s quiet voice responded.

“Whatever you get will be fine.”

Hikaru could hear the smile in her voice as he felt her body stretch against his.

“You look thoroughly debauched, you know,” Tamaki’s teasing tone brought a slight smirk to Hikaru’s face as he purposely kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.

“I feel like it,” Haruhi’s answering tone held just as much amusement. “Last night was wonderful, Tama. The music, the wine, and most of all being with you.” Her skin flushed as she continued, “I missed that.”

“Me too,” Tamaki replied, “The good news is we can now do it more often. Well… when you are visiting France anyway.”

In his sleep, Kyouya turned, flopped on his stomach, and pulled a pillow closer into his head, startling Tamaki and Haruhi.

In an even quieter tone, Tamaki said sheepishly, “I don’t want to wake Kyo. I will be back in a bit.”

Hikaru felt the bed move as Tamaki knelt to kiss Haruhi’s cheek. A sudden nip to his shoulder caused him to squeak involuntarily and his eyes to fly open.

“You can stop faking sleep now, Hika,” Tamaki grinned at him.

Hikaru blushed, “Sorry boss… didn’t want to spoil the moment.”

“You didn’t,” Tamaki replied. “I just wanted to tell you that I am glad that you and Kyouya decided to join us last night, even if all we did was sleep.”

Hikaru grinned, “Me too.”

Haruhi smiled, “Me three.”

All three turned bright red as, Kyouya again moved in his sleep, grumbling incoherently and pulling the pillow over his head.

With an expression of fake panic, Tamaki mouthed the word “Bye!” and rushed out of the room.

Haruhi rolled over to face Hikaru. Looking into his laughing golden eyes, she arched her head up to create a trail of soft kisses up his jawline to his ear, where she barely whispered, “I am ready to get up, are you?”

With a wicked grin, Hikaru took her hand and slid it down his body to his groin before whispering back devilishly, “Well, something definitely is… but I don’t want to risk waking our favorite Shadow King, so I guess it can wait until he can help with it.” Then in an abrupt turn, he gave her his best innocent expression and wheedled, “You make the best coffee… would you make me some?”

Haruhi giggled, “Of course.”

Cautiously, they both left the bed and pulled on comfortable clothing – Hika pulling on a pair of loose cotton pajama bottoms with no shirt, and Haruhi in yoga pants and shirt – before making their way out of the room and closing the door quietly behind them.

Walking past the other room, they could see Kaoru curled around Hani, his head on the blonde’s chest. Takashi lay sleeping to Hani’s left side, but his hand was linked with his lover’s. They both paused for a moment to appreciate the sweet tableau, before Hikaru reached out and pulled the door silently closed. He whispered with a wink, “Hani is nearly as scary as Kyouya. I don’t want to wake him either.”

Haruhi giggled, “You have no idea. On early practice days, I would let Takashi wake him. I was always too scared.”

Hikaru laughed as he pulled her into an embrace in the kitchen area of the villa. “So we finally find something you are scared of besides thunderstorms,” he teased her gently. “Though since I share the fear, I will hide behind you and hope your martial arts training will kick in and protect me.”

Haruhi grinned, “I’ll do my best… Now where would the coffee be hiding?” She turned and started opening up cabinets. It took only a few moments before she was able to locate the coffee and a large French Press.

Hikaru rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out French Vanilla creamer before opening up the cabinets and taking down several coffee mugs and the sugar. At Haruhi’s curious look, he said, “I figure the others will be up in a bit. This way they can get their own coffee when they do.”

“Makes sense,” Haruhi answered.

A few minutes later, both of them had prepared their coffees the way they liked and by mutual agreement, walked over to sunken social area with couches and two window seats overlooking the ocean. Sitting across from each other, their legs tangled together, they sat for a few minutes in silence, just sipping their coffee, and looking out at the crashing waves.

“It’s really beautiful here,” Haruhi said quietly.

“The boss really does know how to pick a good location,” Hikaru answered with a smile, which quickly turned mischievous, “and apparently he knows how to make good date plans. Sooooo… tell me about your evening… I want all, and I do mean ALL, the juicy details.”

Haruhi turned a faint pink before replying, “Only if I get the same from you. I still can’t picture Kyo being a boy-toy.”

“Ha! That lasted no more than 30 seconds once we got to the club,” Hikaru grinned. “Not that I was complaining. I am far better suited to being a boy-toy anyway.”

“That’s true enough.”

“Hey!” Hikaru swatted at her ankle. “Be nice or I won’t tell you the REALLY juicy bits… like our staid, cool, reserved lover comes completely undone in public when you drop to your knees and give him a blow job in a dark corner. Of course that was after he gave me a hand job that nearly the whole club could see…” Hikaru smirked as he relayed the details of his night out with their lover, enjoying every moment of Haruhi’s enraptured expression and accelerated pulse as she listened eagerly.



The sound of a tree limb, caught by a stray gust of wind, brushing against the window of the bedroom woke Takashi. The filtered gray light coming in the window and the distant crashing of the waves on the beach below immediately letting him know that a storm would be arriving by early afternoon, but the tree, the waves, and even the feel of the air indicated that it was not going to be a violent storm, just a cold damp one. No fear of lightening or thunder then. No chance to see if the conditioning Haruhi and I did earlier in the week is still holding.

He rolled onto his side and looked down at his lover and Kaoru. Kaoru did very well last night for his first time at a party. He waited a moment to see if the thought would bring with it any sense of jealousy or tension. When nothing but fondness appeared, he permitted himself a small smile.Kaoru DID do very well for his first party. Better than either I or Mitskune did at ours, though much of that can be attributed to the comfortableness that Dom, David, and Kara have. Still, I would not have expected him to be willing to suck me off. He was a good submissive and I would be willing to share Mitskune with him, whenever he needs.

The faintest murmur of voices from the other side of the door caught his attention. So at least two others are awake. No doubt one of them is Haruhi. Perhaps we can get some yoga in on the patio before the rain starts. We haven’t been able to do yoga in a couple of days and I am missing it. I am off-balance. Too much has happened this week - the revelation about our final Mastery Quest, the upcoming separation between Mitskune and me, the situation with Kyouya, and the change in my relationship with Haruhi and Kyouya. A slight smile crossed his lips. Though those last ones are changes that I will never challenge or regret. I need Haruhi almost as much as I need Mitskune… but so do the others. It just took these last few days for me to realize that she needs me as much as I do her. Kyouya is a surprise though. While I have always been attracted to him, I never thought we would have anything other than mutual friendship. I don’t know if he feels the same, but even if it never progresses beyond friendship, it is still deeper and richer relationship than I imagined. Once I thought the Host Club would drift apart after we all graduated, now I know we are inextricably bound to each other through many different connected ropes. All of us are stronger because of these bonds… and Haruhi is at the heart of it all.

Still asleep, Hani pulled his hand out of Takashi’s to scratch at the side of his nose. Takashi took that as his cue to let his lover (lovers?) sleep. With minimal motion he slipped out of the bed and pulled on his workout pants. Not bothering with a shirt, he padded silently to the door, exited and shut it behind him. The smell of fresh brewed coffee overwhelmed his senses and he headed straight for the kitchen.

Seeing the press on the counter still had coffee in it, and after testing that it was still warm, Takashi poured himself a cup. With it warming his hand, he stepped out into the dining area area, following the sound of voices around the corner and down to the social area and the two huge window seats. Seated across from each other in one of them, Haruhi and Hikaru were involved in what appeared to be an animated discussion. In the moment that he took trying to decide if he should join them, or go back to the dining area, Haruhi looked up at him and smiled.

“Good Morning, ashke,” the smile went all the way through her eyes and it made Takashi’s heart thump once, hard. “Come join us?”

Hikaru saw the slightly dazed look on Takashi’s face and grinned. “We are discussing our dates last night, and since I am dying to know how the party went, you have to fill us in on all the juicy bits. I was just telling Haru about this club, Kyo and I went to last night where anything and I do mean anything, goes. I mean, Kyo jerked me off as I was bent over the railing. It was intense!! You and Hani need to check this place out when you get a chance, but enough of that, I can’t wait to hear all the details about the play party. ”

A faint flush crept over his skin at the graphic image that Hikaru’s words supplied, followed immediately by another memory as he remembered exactly what Hikaru’s twin brother had done to him the night before, and what he had done in return. Blood rushed to both his face and his groin. “Umm… perhaps you should get those from Kaoru.”

Hikaru’s grin turned wicked, “Oh I will, but more doesn’t hurt.” He winked at Takashi, and nodded to the hickeys down his neck. “From the look of it you had a good time.”

Haruhi took pity on him, “You don’t have to indulge Hika’s curiosity, if you don’t want. I was just about to tell him about my date with Tamaki, but you don’t have to sit and listen to us jabber on, if you don’t want to.”

Takashi blinked, “No! … I mean I am interested in your evenings… I would like to stay if you don’t mind.”

“I would like that,” Haruhi stood up and motioned for Takashi to take her spot. “I am going to get another cup of coffee. Do either of you need anything?”

“I am good, love.”

“I think I took the last of the pot that was there, I am so sorry. I didn’t realize,” Takashi replied.

“No problem, I will start another,” Haruhi smiled. “I am sure the rest of the guys will be up in a bit anyway. You two start chatting and I will be back in a few.” With a kiss to both of their cheeks, Haruhi made her way back to the kitchen.

Takashi sat across from Hikaru and his mind went blank. Or rather it started running in circles centered on the three people in Hikaru’s life that meant the most to him – Kaoru, Haruhi, and Kyouya. All of whom Takashi had recently become far more and rather intimately involved with.

Hikaru saw a flicker of something run across Takashi’s face. Conflict? Worry? The fact that I saw it at all means that either he is not nearly as stoic as he used to be… or I am getting better at reading the people I consider friends. Quietly and as gently as he could, he asked, “what is it?’

Takashi took a deep breath and replied, “I just realized I have never asked how you felt about me… and Haruhi. Now there’s Kyouya too and your brother. I don’t know what you must be thinking about me.”

Hikaru leaned forward and placed his hand on Takashi’s knee. “I know that Haruhi loves you and that you fill a part of her that neither Kyo nor I can. Once I would have been jealous, but seeing you two together when you are working as a team is formidable… and beautiful. I just found Kyouya, though I have been attracted to him for a very long time… So I can understand that others may have been attracted to him as well. Kao is… well… Kao is a part of me that will never go away. I am trying to learn to let go and let him choose who he wants to be with. I can’t say that I am not jealous but I want him happy.”

“I see.”

Hikaru smiled, “Do you? What do you want? From them or from me…”

“I want your friendship above all,” Takashi said quietly. “I don’t think anything deeper than friendship will develop with your brother. I respect him, enjoy his company, and feel a kinship to him in our submission, but I don’t want anything beyond that with him.”

“That’s fair,” Hikaru responded. “And Kyouya?”

“Kyouya is a force of nature,” Takashi hedged.

“That he is!” Hikaru laughed.

“I want whatever he is willing to give, but his heart belongs first to Haruhi and you, then to Tamaki. I will be happy with his friendship… if that is all that is left.”

“I am finding hearts are far more flexible things than I ever gave them credit for, but I understand what you are saying,” Hikaru squeezed Takashi’s knee. “But speaking of hearts, I know yours belongs first to Hani and this separation has to be hard on both of you.”

Takashi sighed, “It is. We have four days until our quests begin. I know it is not permanent, but for the first time in my life I won’t have him near me and I am unbalanced. Still having Haruhi near will help, as will all of your friendship, but…” His voice drifted off.

“But he’s still a large part of who you are, as Kaoru is for me.”


In unspoken agreement, they slipped into silence, eyes drifting out to watch the grey skies and crashing waves. Each lost to their own thoughts.

“Wow, it got quiet in here,” Haruhi said as she returned to see both Hikaru and Takashi silently staring out the window.

Hikaru turned to smile at her, “Sorry love, just lost in thought.”

“Everything ok?” Concern crept into her voice. “Ashke, are you well?”

Hikaru answered before Takashi could, “It’s the weather. The change from warm to stormy overnight has made us a bit melancholy. But now that you are back, you can cheer us up by telling us all about your date with Tamaki.”

Haruhi looked from one to the other and though unconvinced they were telling the whole truth, she said, “Ok, let me just grab a chair.”

“Don’t worry about a chair, we can make room,” Hikaru said and both shifted positions. “Just sit so you can lean back against Takashi and we will all fit.”

Haruhi looked hard at Hikaru for a moment, trying to figure out what the twin was scheming, but as she positioned herself so she was leaning against Takashi’s chest, his arms resting lightly against her thighs, she felt the tension in Takashi’s body. Consciously, she shifted into yoga breathing patterns and was relieved when her partner matched them and started to relax. She looked up and caught Hikaru’s wink. So that’s why he wanted me to sit with Takashi. He knew Taka was unbalanced and needed the extra support.

“So are you going to tell us about this Mystery Date?” Hikaru prompted. “From the little I was able to glean out of Kaoru and the boss, it sounded like fun.”

Haruhi smiled, “It was.” With a smile on her face, her back pressed against her partner and their heartbeats slowly synchronizing, and her legs tangled with her best friends and lover, she told them all about the piano bar, Tamaki’s performance, Gershwin, and the rest of the evening. Midway through the story, Tamaki joined them, sitting down crossed legged on the floor below and leaning his head against the seat, happily interjecting where he could and blushing slightly when Haruhi winked at him before comparing the 60 year old port to an orgasm in her mouth.

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