I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. SORRY THAT I WAS GONE FOR LIKE TWO MONTHS! I HAVE BEEN BUUUSSSSYY~
Well, that statement is half-true… Long story short, whenever I would have inspiration to write I wasn't able to for various reasons (and when I did write it'd be for The Infected since that is my main fanfic), and when I did have time I had no inspiration. (So I spent that time doing other things, like reading fanfics, and I just finished watching Soul Eater a day or two ago… I TOTALLY SHIP SOULXMAKA)
Anyways, sorry for the super-late update. But suddenly today, I wasn't as busy, I didn't feel like reading fanfics or reading the Soul Eater manga, and I had somewhat inspiration to write on this fic. So…I wrote. This chapter is pretty pointless, I think. I just wrote whatever popped in my head. (^ ^;)
So…uh…enjoy this useless chapter. It's a lil' longer than usual… Whiles you are reading it, I will be preparing myself to be hit by a ton of tomatoes.
SLAM
Mizusu and the Host Club looked up from their doings to see a redhead panting by the door, an evil gleam in her eyes as she glared. A brunette was behind, a bored expression defining her face. And last but not least, Arai stood there behind the two, a sweatdrop planted on his head.
"Um…" Mizusu started, question marks popping by his head. "Are you guests…?"
A small, twisted smile curved the redhead's lips, and she stared down hardly at a certain ebony-haired male with glasses in the room. While he raised an eyebrow, the girl dropped her hand from the handle and straightened out her Ouran uniform. With a mild cough to clear her throat, her face completely back to normal now, she looked up and had droplets of tears forming in her eyes.
"Kyoya!" she cried in happiness, and leaped towards similarly to what she did the first time she met him by the clubroom. After an uncharacteristically 'da hell?' from the Ohtori male as he face-planted to the floor from the blueish-grayish-greenish-eyed girl smothering him, a small vein popped on the Filipino by the door.
"Eh, Juniper?" Rhianna asked, successfully hiding the malice in her voice. "Can we like…do our stuff now?"
"JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES!" Juniper squealed, tightening her grip around the Ohtori and completely oblivious to all the sweatdrops forming on the surrounding people's heads.
"Do ANY of you two know where we are?"
Valcoria and Nicoletta blinked at the fifteen year old girl in front of them, and looked around their surroundings.
It was all white.
And I'm not screwing around when I say it was all white, it was literally all white. The floor and walls seemed to connect to each other, making it nearly impossible to know where the limit of the room was. The was a rectangular lining by one side, an entrance towards an equally white hall.
"Ah, I know where we are." Nicoletta said, glancing around with not so much interest.
"Where are we then?" asked Valcoria while curiously raising a brow.
"Inside my brain." A dead silence passed the three after the ever so blunt statement from Nicoletta, sweatdrops planted on top of Valcoria and Victorique's heads. "What?" the remaining girl asked, now lifting an curious eyebrow of herself.
"What exactly do you mean by inside your brain…?" Victorique questioned.
"Exactly what I meant. We're inside my brain. Well, technically my mind, but the same thing." Nicoletta shrugged and stood up from the floor. "Just follow me." she said as she started to walk towards the rectangular lining a few meters away from them, going right through it, beckoning them to follow. The two girls did so, curiosity sparking.
They walked down a narrow hallway, the only thing confirming the narrowness was the wall that softened Victorique's fall after she tripped randomly. They entered a room…
…that was filled with doors. And one smooth, wooden, black receptionist desk besides them. All doors were an oak-brown, and each had a small sign above them. Though, two of the doors had signs across them saying 'Under Construction'.
"This, my fellow otakus," Nicoletta exclaimed grandly, stretching out her arms for effect, "is the way to my imagination!" Stars sparkled in her eyes, possibilities endless in her mind, all the while the two otakus looked around with mere interest.
"'Scuse me!" a cheery voice broke through the silence, and all otakus turned their heads towards the owner. It was a man, in an odd zoo-uniform, cap included with a zoo logo, whistling a cheerful tune while walking through the rectangular lining that separated the door-filled room from the hallway. Not only that, but something else struck as odd. He had a chimpanzee besides him, hooked up with a collar and leach.
Two out of the three of the otakus sent odd glances at the man as he walked by, continuously whistling his happy tune. As he walked past Nicoletta, he lifted his cap and greeted, "Good morning, Nicoletta-sama."
"Mornin', Joe." the Swede greeted back, and watched with mild interest as the man disappeared inside one of the 'Under Construction' doors with his chimpanzee, specifically the one who had a sign saying 'My Inglorious Afterlife' above it.
"'My Inglorious Afterlife'?" Valcoria questioned, a curious spark emitting into the air.
"Yup, that's a fanfic I'm gonna work on. I haven't written anything yet, since planning is still going through progress. It's an Ouran fic." Nicoletta said, shrugging in a bored fashion.
"But, eh, what's with the chimpanzee…?" Victorique dared to ask, a sweatdrop planting on top of her head.
"That is for you to find out, when my fic comes out," Nicoletta winked.
"Eh, whatever, let's just go back to our fanfic now." Valcoria sighed, waving a dismissive hand while going for a beeline towards the door with the sign 'The Otaku Authoress Attacks!' above it. She rested her hand on the handle, and twisted it while the two otakus behind her watched. Though, just when she opened it fully and was about to step inside, she noticed the gaping hole of black blocking their path between the doorway and the world of otakuness. "WHAT THE HECK?!" the goth-girl screeched, leaping back five feet. "Why's there a big hole blocking our path?"
"Ah," Nicoletta said absently as she scratched her head, "the cause is probably due to lack of attention I've been giving this fic."
"Ah, Nico, there you are!"
All three otakus drew their attention away from the door leading to another universe to a woman approaching them. She had long, luscious red hair tied up in a bun; her eyes were an striking emerald green, and a pair of stylish, non-prescription glasses rested on her nose; she wore casual business clothes, being a black skirt and a white button-up shirt. She seemed to be no older than seventeen or eighteen, and she had a warm smile on her face.
"Oh, Rose, what can I do for you?" Nicoletta asked, cocking her head.
"Nothing specifically, just that the workers in door FF-4 wants you to go in to see if the dress they made for you fits properly." she said, and the other two otakus didn't fail to notice a hint of a Swedish accent lacing the woman's voice.
"Nico-chan…?" Said otaku directed her attention towards the oldest otaku in the 'room' per request, and raised an eyebrow. "Who's that?" Victorique questioned, raising her own brow in sync with Valcoria.
"She, my fellow otakus," Nicoletta said in a grandly tone for probably the third time that day, while extending her arm towards the woman for emphasis, "is my first ever OC I have made, Rose Janade." she finalised, a serene mist around her, all the while Rose waved awkwardly.
"Yeah…you won't see much of me…" the girl said, sweatdropping. "I was only in that story over there." She jerked her thumb towards a door with a sign saying 'The New Beginning' above it. "But then Nico discontinued it, so I became her secretary here. Anyways, if you wanna go back to the 'Otaku Authoress' world, I'll need to make a bridge or something…"
"And how long would that take?" Victorique asked innocently, tilting her head to the side.
"Really, about twenty minutes…" Nicoletta said, shrugging. "Oh wells, might as well see what the people on door FF-4 wants. By the way, is my castle finished building yet?"
"BYE, HAVE FUN!" the two shop assistants waved as the two first-years left the store they had stayed the night in unintentionally. The brunette and blonde had wide grins on their faces, but they turned sly the moment the teenagers were out of earshot.
"Cindy, we're gonna make a fortune with those photos." the brunette by the name of Anna grinned slyly, a shadow of pure evil casting over the two.
"Mm, yes… Think of all the hot men we can meet at Hawaii… Which magazine would pay the most, you think?" the blonde replied as she turned her heal and headed back inside their shop with the brunette.
"Haruhi~ I am starving…" the older Hitachiin whined, following his crush like a lost puppy-dog.
"Renge stole my purse yesterday, so I don't have any money–"
"I can pay, just do you know any place that has edible food?"
"Hikaru, all food is edible–"
"Haruhi, ya know what I mean."
"Okay, whatever, can you at least stop cutting me off?" she said firmly as they turned a corner, either ignoring or being oblivious to the look of faint disgust or something of the like from the elderly shopping. They entered the food court, and Haruhi went for an immediate beeline towards a small, nice-looking café. "This place has nice coffee and muffins, so we can get some sort of, well, late breakfast here." Haruhi said to her companion as she stood in the line with him, irritation lingering on the word she stressed. A slightly awkward silence filled between them, and no words were said until after they ordered, received their order and went to sit down.
"Hey, Haruhi," the redhead started softly after swallowing his first bite of his vanilla muffin. The brunette looked up uninterested, but a small trace of curiosity flickered in her brown orbs. "I'm just wondering… Do you like hanging out with me, like, just me?"
Her brows furrowed in confusion, and her eyes said told an emotion of shock as if the answer of that question was completely obvious. A small, amused smile graced her features as she made an inwardly 'tch' sound. "Of course I do, Hikaru. Sure, you can be a pest at times, but it's not like I detest your behaviour while you're on your own." she smiled, a true and sincere smile. "Though…" she started, gazing into her steaming cup of coffee, "…I shouldn't be the one judging of who's a pest or not, I can't even keep a steady friendship with people for longer than a year."
"Eh, what?"
"I mean, I barely keep in touch with people from my middle-school, I'm surprised I sometimes talk to Kazumi over the phone." she laughed inwardly, shaking her head for no particular reason. "People come, hang out with me for a while, then leave. Especially guys, for some reason…" she pondered off at the last bit of the sentence, but then shrugged it off. "Whatever." she concluded it with, taking a sip of her precious coffee.
'I think everyone knows why except you, Haruhi…' Hikaru thought to himself, a wash of disappointment at the girl's obliviousness.
"HEY, RHIANNA, WHERE YA TAKING ME?!" Juniper screeched as she was being pulled by the collar of her shirt, by none other than the vein-popping Rhianna.
"Because it was YOUR idea to stop the other otakus, but all you do is smother Kyoya. What's so special about him, anyways? I mean, he's a calculating, money-hungry, self-centred–"
"LOOK WHO'S TALKING," Juniper huffed, crossing her arms. "If anyone's self-centred, it'd be Tamaki."
"DON'T YA DARE TALK ABOUT TAMAKI LIKE THAT."
"DON'T TALK ABOUT MY KYOYA LIKE THAT THEN."
"What's not to love about Tamaki?! C'mon, he's half-French! Guys who know second languages, especially European ones, are super-sexy!"
"Excuse me? HAVE YOU SEEN KYOYA WITHOUT A SHIRT ON?! HE EASILY TAKES THE SEXINESS-AWARD."
"KYOYA'S LOOKS ARE BORING! TAMAKI HAS BEAUTIFUL GOLDEN HAIR WITH AWESOME VIOLET EYES–"
"WHO CARES?! Kyoya's eyes are so dreamy that you just melt into them!"
"TAMAKI HAS A BETTER PERSONALITY."
"HE'S A FREAKIN' WOMANIZER! KYOYA IS LOYAL TOWARDS HIS FRIENDS AND PARTNERS–"
And the supposedly enemy otakus continued to bicker about which second-year was the best host. It seems as though Juniper will have to work harder to achieve her goal–
"TAMAKI ISN'T EVEN SCARY, HOW THE HELL IS HE SUPPOSED DEFEND HIS WOMEN WITHOUT A MENACING GLARE TOWARDS WHOEVER TRIES TO HURT THEM?!"
–since there is an hardcore TamaHaru fan working along with her–
"TAMAKI FRIGGIN' KNOWS STARLIGHT KICK!"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, appeared Nicoletta in front of the KyoHaru and TamaHaru fans. Though, this Nicoletta wasn't wearing her Ouran uniform, but instead a casual t-shirt with denim shorts while listening to music from her phone through the earbuds in her ears.
She glared at the two speechless otakus, them two wondering how on earth Nicoletta appeared out of nowhere, and she held up a rolled newspaper.
THWACK
"SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH MY NARRATION, YOU'RE IN MY STORY!" she yelled, glaring as Juniper and Rhianna rubbed their soar heads from the dreadful smack of the newspaper.
"Yes…" the hurt ones whimpered in sync, and Nicoletta huffed and turned her heel. Then, just like that, she disappeared from the scene.
And thus…uhm…wait…
"CRAAAAAP!" a voice pierced through loudly in the air, and the otakus on the ground cringed. "YOU FRIGGIN' IMPATIENT PEOPLE, I FORGOT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY THANKS TO YOU." Nicoletta screamed at the otakus from God knows where, hidden from the scene.
"Who cares, it was probably nothing important anyways." Juniper shrugged as she stood up along with Rhianna. "Now, where were we…" she pondered when the two started to walk. "Ah, right!— AND WHO THE HELL SLEEPS WITH A TEDDY BEAR, ESPECIALLY AN UGLY ONE, AT THE AGE OF SEVENTEEN?!"
"DON'T QUESTION HIS LOGIC!"
"WHAT LOGIC?!"
And thus…they continued to fight for no reason…
Yup, pointless chapter… Eh… *billions of tomatoes hit Nico in the face* Thanks, I deserved that… *licks lips* Mm.. These tomatoes are yummy, I could use them for my grandma's bolognese recipe- *two thousand rotten tomatoes hits Nico* OKAY, I GET IT.
Anyway, I'll try to revive this story up again. But it might take a few weeks. You see, I'll be handing in my school iPad within another three weeks or something, so I have to get my own. I've got enough money to buy an iPad 2 ($8.50 away from iPad 3) but my grandpa is being all "iPads are useless" to me. -.-' He doesn't understand modern technology much, even though he owns like four phones. You'd think someone who owns an iPhone, three types of Samsung Galaxy phones, two android tablets, two laptops and one smart TV would be a fricken expert on electronics, but NOOOPE. You'd be surprised on how many times he has had troubles with his stuff, and he spends hours trying to figure out how to fix it, when I'm like "Just gimme the stupid thing, I know how to do it…"
Eh, whatever, I'm rambling.
TATA~!