So...uhmm...where do I begin? I haven't written in a while, and it's Christmas break...so I got bored. This is my newest story, and my first attempt at making a mini-series. Sorry but my chapters as of now are short, I ran out of ideas. =)) It's also my first attempt at third person narration...so good luck trying to appreciate it. I made this in like thirty minutes. Credits to my two awesome friends for helping me edit some stuff. :D
This story is for my best guy friend, who's out sick right now. Get well soon, dude! :(
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. Although, I seriously do love this show and this couple. :D
Warning: Reiko is very OOC here. I know, I'm sorry. I'll make her better in the end, I hope.
PS: I tried out the new image manager and put up a "cover" for this fic. :D I just found it online though, and claim no rights/ownership over it. :P
Ring.
The campus is empty. A girl clad in saffron sits alone underneath the shade of a tree, a phone in her hand.
Ring.
Her long ebony hair blows in the wind. The leaves of the trees rustle around her. The sun is setting, and yet she remains idle; save the occasional sigh or nervous quiver of her lips.
Ring.
She bites her bottom lip; her patience is waning. She swears not to scream her head off.
Ri-
"Hello," a boy answers the phone; his voice, high and happy.
"Mitsukuni!" Hers, however, is aggravated and quite pissed indeed.
"Hai? Is this Reiko-chan?"
"Yeah...where are you right now?"
"I'm at home, eating cake with Takashi!"
"My god, why is it that I'm still at Ouran while you're back at your lovely mansion eating cake? You promised me we'd go home together. I waited and waited! It's been three hou-"
Promise broken; her voice echoes throughout the school.
"Relax, Reiko-chan. Here, I'll give you some cake too if that's what you want. Come and visit, I'll have it prepared right away..."
"That won't change anything! Ugh, forget this. I'm going home. Don't you dare give me anymore of tha-"
"Okay, bye-bye!"
He hangs up; leaving the raven-haired girl in a mixed state of dejection and despair. She's angry, that's for sure-but something tells her that there's more to this ordeal. He seems a bit off, Mitsukuni that is. He's hiding something, that's what she believes.
She dials up her chauffeur. It's time for her to go home.
And that marks the end of Chapter One. See? It really was short! I'm sorry I seriously ran out of ideas on how to expound on this. Oh well, I'll prepare the next chapter as soon as I can. :)
And I'm sorry if this kinda disappointed you. :(
Please R & R! :-"
