Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ The Peasant Queen ❯ The Peasant Queen ( One-Shot )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

The Peasant Queen

Businessman and nobleman capture her,
while underlings bring girls pleasure.
The crack of the vase — pieces meant money
that must be compensated. She entered.

Poverty-stricken girl, the peasant queen.

She picked the weeds: her name was Haruhi.
She read books that Tamaki tossed aside.
“Become one of us;” her dress was removed,
replaced with princely garb; the women swooned.

The most feminine boy, the peasant queen.

Tamaki rode on his horse to save her —
in his fantasies, at least. On tip-toes
she’d give a brief kiss, stripping
him of his title of father: lover?

Then he’d praise his daughter, the peasant queen.

Mother stood behind the rest, glasses sat
atop his nose. Calculative business.
He hadn’t accounted for the merit:
hovering above her, meeting half way.

Then he’d praise his daughter, the peasant queen.

Stoic and quiet, on guard for the girl.
A weapon in hand, he would protect her.
His gaze, silent but wanton, eagerly
met hers; mouths touched without saying a word.

Then he’d praise his sister, the peasant queen.

With childlike innocence the man played.
Together, they ate cake from the same fork:
an indirect kiss which Bun-Bun approved.
He kissed cake from her lips; now Bun did not.

Then he’d praise his sister, the peasant queen.

Mirror images clung to each other;
each wish that he wasn’t his brother. Oh,
but when a third appeared, they let her in.
Caught in between, she kept up with their pace.

Then they’d praise their sister, the peasant queen.

But Haruhi entertained the ladies,
never knowing of their hidden passions,
while father, mother, and her kind brothers
thought of how they’d break their “family” ties.

They would have her one day, their peasant queen.





Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! The characters of Ouran belong to Bisco Hatori, not me. Written in a combination of trochaic and iambic pentameter.