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is doing this out of mere enjoyment, not for profit. Enjoy Yoshi's first chapter of her first story!

{ ISA * } Impatient Batch

'Arashi, Shiori' was printed neatly in a bold black font, on a poster paper. The duo holding it up were wearing dark suits, very fitting for this humid weather. Not.

'Very subtle,' Shiori thought. Who is Shiori? Well, she's just an average fifteen year-old; no taller than five feet, natural burgundy hair, cream-colored eyes, and an olive complexion. 'Mother, I give you a standing ovation for the astonishing guards you picked.'

Shiori stood in the airport, an obstacle for those rushing around her, as she thought about what her aunt told her not even a day ago.

/ Her memory * /

"My, darling, you remember the contract we had with your ina (1) all that time ago?" Shiori's aunt asked. Her name is Dalisay, meaning 'Pure' in her native language. When Shiori nodded, Dalisay continued. "Well, the time is up. Five years have gone in a flash, but it feels as if it was only yesterday I picked you up from the airport!" She was wailing at this time, showing that, of course, she is Amihan's sister. They both have emotional breakdowns every now and then.

'But, does ina still do that?' Shiori thought, wondering how much has changed since she was with her mother.
"Of course you will be moving in with your mother. There is news, though, that she forgot to tell you. Amihan no longer lives in the United States, Shiori. She has moved back to Japan!"

That startled Shiori. "What? I thought she no longer wanted to be there. After Father..." She trailed off, and flung her head to the side. No matter what, that will be a sore spot for her.

"Ah. Yes, she didn't want to be back in that country after Hisao's... But it is your birth place, and she feels it right that, that would be your home. Amihan is doing better, from what I hear, she finally was able to pull herself together. To be truthful, I didn't think Ami could handle it. But, your ina is a strong woman. In fact, she was able to buy back your childhood home! Isn't that something?"

Something, yes, it was. 'To be in that house without Father and kuya (2) isn't an idea I ever thought I'd have to think of. But, now, I have to, no matter if I want to or not. It'll come true,' Shiori was doing her best to run from memory lane here, a father's death is something no one would enjoy.

"Huh? A sad aura filling the room? Do you know what this means, Shi?" Ah, yes, her nickname. One that she was given from her Chinese friend, named Charlotte, when they first met. Apparently, Shiori looked like a young boy then. Amazing transformations happen in eight years.

Shiori paused, 'What does it mean?' She didn't have to wait long, since that's when Dalisay went running to the kitchen. A look of dread fell on her niece's face, as she realized what it meant.

"No, I refuse to eat that-that thing!" She leaped behind an ornate sofa piece, and childishly started to plug her ears and sing. "La, la, la! Can't hear you! What? You want me to eat what? No, I can't. I can't hear you and that would be rude for me to eat that. No wa—!"

Her tiyahin (3) came from Shiori's left, and when she shouted, stuck a spoon of ice cream in her mouth. You could hear Shiori gagging, and when she was able to spit the offensive dessert from her mouth, shouted her curses at the darn corn ice cream.

"Who, in their right mind, made up that repulsive thing!" Dalisay just laughed while she ate from the carton. Not minding the possibility of choking herself...

/ End of memory * /

That is how Shiori ended up here, staring at two security guards, while upsetting people coming or leaving this Japanese airport. Arashi, Shiori was in Haneda Flughafen Tokyo, not even half an hour from her home in Bunkyō, Tokyo. It wasn't as overwhelming as she guessed, 'how bland,' it made her think. With a twitch of a smile she started to walk, others thankful that she did, and grabbed her luggages. Shiori didn't come with much, only using up one rolling and a gym bag, as her other things will be mailed home.

'Home,' she thought. It was her home, but it hasn't been for five years. How will it be, returning to that place? She was reminiscing again, about all the fun and laughs she had with her friends, her parents, her brother.

It took longer than she thought, for the men to find her, but she was glad for the fact that she wasn't in their face for them to notice her. Shiori stuck her hand out, waiting for a handshake. The guards frowned in confusion, but bowed to her in respect.

"Arashi-sama," they chorused. Shiori sighed, placed her rolling bag straight, and put her hand on her cocked hip. The suited men haven't gotten up yet, but they were twitching.

'An impatient batch, aren't they?' Shiori fixed her gym bag that was slung across her shoulder, since it kept digging in to her side.

"Ah, no. Please, just call me Shiori." They looked up at her startled, she forgot how formal they are from Dalisay. "Shiori-san, at least," she corrected. The two were still hesitant, but agreed. Hey, they were hired by her mother, of course they'd have to on some occasions.

"Now, what can I call you two?" Shiori asked politely. 'At least these guys don't wear sunglasses, I hate not seeing people's eyes.' She giggled slightly at the thought, thinking how weird it would sound out loud.

The older of the pair stepped up. "Siarot, Katsu at your service." He had fair skin, which Shiori was jealous of, and black hair and eyes. His face was sharp, but Katsu's lips were permanently curled up, showing how much he smiled. Katsu looked like a father who asked for respect, rather demanding.

His partner sternly lined up, and at this distance, Shiori can feel his hard stare as much as she can see it. 'I'll have a hard time enjoying myself with him nearby,' she commented mentally.

"Kobayashi, Norio," he voiced. Despite how cold and stern Norio appeared, he sounded nothing like it. Shiori found herself blushing, with his mellow, velvety voice. Apparently, Norio also has a sense of humor, since he smirked at her.

"Sige! Kumusta!" Shiori grinned, not noticing how she switched languages. Katsu kindly mentioned it to her, and her smiled faltered. "Ah, ah, just take me to my mother please." Shiori pouted; face down, eyes closed, and lips puckered. Katsu laughed quietly while Norio just rolled her forgotten luggage.

They showed her to a stunning black car. Katsu opened the door for her, while his partner put the bag in the trunk. "Your mother apologizes for the unfitting vehicle, Arashi-sama, the limousine is being fixed and will be finished around midday tomorrow," Norio informed her.

Shiori shrugged and said offhandedly,"I haven't rode a limousine since I was here, I rather like this car." As she replayed what he said, the teenager turned to him and scolded,"Didn't I tell you 'Shiori-san' would be fitting?" Both nodded to her, and she smiled as she sat down, thanking Katsu for opening the door.

Norio took the driver seat, while the other took the passenger. Her personal guards turned to face Shiori as they, in sync, told her that it would take sixty minutes, at most, to reach the Arashi mansion. She, for reply, nodded and put on her seat belt. 'Safety first,' Dalisay always said.

'This might be the emotional part,' Shiori thought. 'Going back to the home where the family split. Where I said goodbye to my friends, when I left.' She placed her head against the window, falling asleep.

Her last thought was: 'I wonder if I will have to return to Ouran...'

Yoshi Battles: So.. that's my first chapter. (: Hopefully, I will be able to get some great constructive criticism. Though I doubt it, something about not being able to see Shiori's whole personality as of yet. Hm, is it a bad idea for me to use a character that I haven't developed completely? Haha.

(1) Ina - Mother

(2) Kuya - Brother

(3) Tiyahin - Aunt