Hello! So one day I had this brilliant idea that I should write a story with my friend and I at Ouran Academy! So my friend and I wrote this together.
It all started with one sentence and two fangirls. A casual sort of sentence, even. Who would have known what would happen? Not them, that was for sure.
"You know," said one Radha, she was called, a perpetually chipper brown -eyed girl. She paused for emphasis. "We have three music rooms."
Whatever reaction she had expected, she didn't get it.
The elder of the two Ari, a taller brunette blinked, looking up from her drawing. "Really?" It was legitimate skepticism. The younger had often decided to test her gullibility. Rarely succeeding, but the attempt should be recognized.
"Yes, we do actually have three music rooms!" A devious sort of grin spread across her face. "Radha... why didn't you tell me that?" Not that it was a huge deal, the other tried to tell herself. No need to get excited over a music room... even if it did drag you into otaku dom.
"Because, Ari, you never asked."
"So why are you telling me now?"
"Oh, no reason." The elder rolled blue- green eyes to the ceiling. "We should go look at it!" Radha's face split into a wide smile, and she bounced from foot to foot as though to make up for the height difference between the two.
Ari sighed. "I know you're plotting something."
"Mmm hm!" A cheerful wave, and her petite form vanished down the hall, trying - and not quite succeeding - to contain a skip.
AND SO WE CUT TO THE NEXT DAY. *yay*
"Ari, Ari, Ari! We're going to be late to lunch today!" She was bouncing again.
"Why are you happy about that?" She hid a smile and shifted her books to her hip. Though she found Radha funny, there was no way she'd admit it.
"A mommy must trust the daddy, no?" Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
A sigh. "Do we really have time for your Tamaki complex?"
"Yes," Radha said definitively. "Come ON!" And so Ari found her wrist caught in a viselike grip as she was dragged away.
Radha really did have more arm strength than one would guess. It took them barely three minutes to reach an ordinary -looking door.
"With all due respect... Daddy... What the hell?" And why does it seem that the two months I'm older is two years? Or twenty. Or two hundred...
"This." The melodrama in her voice could have been carted off by the barrel. "Is. Music Room Three."
Another slow blink of blue eyes. "Really."
"Come on, open the door!"
The things I do for this idiot... But before she could talk herself out of it, Ari let a grin spread over her face and pulled the handle. What did they have to lose, really? It was just a music room. One could only imagine the expressions of pure shock that took over their faces as a stream of light and rose petals came rushing at them.
So, what'd you think? By the way, I actually am just like Radha...and my friend is just like Ari. We just altered our names a bit.
So. Reviews are welcome...and much needed. We love you all! But only if you review.
