Ivory keys [Tamaki]

[attr="class","thestuff"]He was alone in the music room. It was a rare thing, but for the second year club president it did happen from time to time. Sometimes he questioned if Kyoya trusted him to be alone in the club room. Of course there were times that he would clash a bit with the evil low blood pressure lord concerning his fabulous ideas for Host Club activities, but he was an artist of beauty! Inspiration hits whenever it hits and it must be created! Though, now he was just alone with his thoughts.

Tamaki sighed as he sat at the piano in the room. It was rare for things to be so peaceful, he missed the chaos of having lovely ladies around and his beloved family. Everyone was currently busy with their classes and since he had a bit of free time he decided to come and help prepare for the day’s events. Only when he came in…there was nothing to prepare. Everything was perfect and already done, except for the cakes being delivered of course. Though the tables were set, floral arrangements were in place, and the outfits were in order. So there he sat poking at the keys on the baby grand, debating what he would play.

A song struck him suddenly though. It was a tune he once played for his beautiful mother. Oh how the Frenchman missed her, but he wouldn’t let that stop him. He was certain he would see her again someday hopefully. His fingers danced across the ivory keys with grace and skill. Years of practice and study showing in his talent. He moved with the tempo as he poured his heart and soul into the music. Sweat dripped down his brow as the minutes ticked by. He was so engrossed in the piece that he didn’t hear someone enter the room, nor did he hear the maiden call his name. It wasn’t until he finished and stood up that he saw her.

The Host Club prince gave a low bow to the young lady. A soft and welcoming smile on his lips as his violet-blue gaze smoldered and watched her form. ”What may I do for you Princess? In this room my only desire is to make your dreams come true.”

[attr="class","thestuff"]”My playing merely comes from years of practice. It is nowhere nearly as beautiful as you are.” Tamaki looked at the girl for a bit. She had quite the lovely face, though none could compare to his adorable little daughter Haruhi! Still he was a true gentleman and as such he would follow through on his words. ”Of course my princess. Please feel welcome to use our club’s piano.” Gracefully the blonde stepped out from behind the lovely baby grand. He softly took her hand in his own and guided her to the bench behind the instrument. ”Play to your heart’s content my darling. Shall I go prepare a bit of coffee? Or perhaps tea?”

Though he asked the question, he quickly walked to the other side of the room and quickly prepared a bit of the drink known to those in the club as “commoner’s coffee.” Haruhi was a wise woman when it came to shopping for the club’s supplies. Oh what a good daughter she could be…if only…IF ONLY SHE WOULD JUST CALL HIM DADDY! The very though had a river of heartbroken tears streaming from the Frenchman’s violet orbs. Though he quickly wiped them away and brought the coffee set over to the piano and set it down on a side table. ”How long have you been playing?”