'Sup, my bitches. I got y'all some fine ass shit right here.
I'll just... slowly leave now. *leaves*
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sallycoombs: Can do.
emmytink: Here ya go.
Harleebean: This might take a while, so I'll just... sum it up real quick, alright? Alright? Alright. From the, uh, "limited" knowledge I have of the Chinese language, Mandarin is a type of Chinese (if that makes any sense). I hypothesize that Mandarin is an Asian language spoken in a certain area of China, Mongolia, or anything like that, or is the main language of a single country I probably don't know shit about. Probably not the most reliable information, but... *shrug* Her religion... didn't really think about that. Fuck. Daichi is a, er, "rebel" type of person, and she has different beliefs than her family. Certain. Key word: certain. Her family is Buddhist, but she is Baptist. Don't really have much to explain there. The reason she breaks the forth wall so much is because... well, we all know that OHSHC has a habit of breaking the forth wall, am I right? I'm trying to keep her kinda like the flow of the show (heh that rhymed). If that makes any sense. What she means by "nice," is she isn't ignorant like most of the characters in OHSHC, and she doesn't use her riches to her advantage, like blackmailing. I don't know ._. I prefer to type out the lyrics of a song in English, if the song isn't in English already, so... Goddammit, I feel like an idiot giving really stupid answers to your question. ;-; Nah, bro, you don't sound horrible. I've heard worse. Woo. Thanks, though, I appreciate it. It helped me realize a shit ton of mistakes I made. Regarding the "weeaboo" thing, which I'll probably fix, I didn't know the exact meaning of the word when I first wrote this. Disgrace, I know. Daichi considers herself as completely Japanese, instead of half, which will be explained later. I'm giving out major spoilers right now. Half of this chapter is this reply. Goddammit. Well, here you go. .-.
Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC. Let's just move along.
. . .
I groaned as I sat up in bed. Fuck, what time is it? I put on my glasses that were laying on my bedside table and checked my clock.
4:27 AM
I sighed. Looks like I won't be getting a full night's sleep. Wonderful... I threw the covers off of myself and untangled my earphones from my neck to avoid choking myself. I didn't have my music on a loop, so it wasn't playing anymore. I walked to the bathroom with a stumble in my step.
After I finished doing my "business," (Do I need to explain anymore? That's what I thought.) I walked downstairs to the kitchen, humming a Swedish song I heard a few weeks ago that I couldn't remember the name of. I think it had something to do with borderline personality disorder? Oh well. I got an apple from a basket on the kitchen island a took a huge bite out of it. The flavor and juiciness burst on my tongue was able to calm my nerves. I let out a content sigh and sat at the island. I noticed that I had left my laptop on it and pulled it toward me. Win. I also noticed I had a pair of earphones plugged into it. Double win.
I opened it up and pulled up Microsoft Word and began writing. Unlike my father, who wanted me to take control of the family business after he retired, my profession was writing. Well, I wouldn't call it a "profession," but the publishers I had spoken to in the past had called it that. I dunno. Writing was a venting kind of thing for me, because I usually put most of my built up emotions into the characters in my stories. I already had a couple books published, but what my publishers don't know is the famous "Akane Tsukina" is a possibly transgender teenager. At least, that's what most people get from me. My father even thought I was trans at one point, when I started wearing binders and male clothing along with cutting my hair. The truth is, though, I hate my body. I've hated the feminine form, especially since I had it. That's why I always kept my true gender hidden. So, in other words, I'm a crossdresser.
I minimized Microsoft Word and went to YouTube to change the song. I changed it to She Talks To Angels by Black Crowes. It seems like an interesting song, so I clicked on it. I had always been a fan of dark and twisted music, so... well, you get the idea right?
I clicked back to Microsoft Word and started writing again.
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family
I stopped typing midsentence as the deep voice and soft strung tune of a guitar hit my ears.
She paints her eyes as black as night now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain come
The pain gonna make everything alright
Says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
I froze, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Says she talks to angels
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She don't know no lover
None that I ever seen
Yeah, to her that ain't nothin'
But to me, yeah me
Means everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, there's a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna make everything alright
Alright, yeah heah
My fingers began to shake slightly.
She talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
Oh, yeah, heah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, ooh, oh, oh, angels
They call her out by her name
My eyes moistened as I let out a strangled sob, lifting my hand to cover my mouth.
Oh, oh, oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, ee, eah, eah, eah, eah
Call her out
Don't you know that they
Call her out by her name?
Tears began to run freely down my face as I covered my mouth with my hands to hold back sobs.
I guess I do talk to angels...
. . .
My dad found me asleep at the island a couple hours later, chewing me out and accusing me of staying up all night. I calmly said that I didn't, and he believed me, but said he was going to check my internet history. Gonna have to clear it later. I walked upstairs to change. I combed my hair, took a shower, put on deodorant... all of that shit.
I fiddled with my tie as I looked at myself in the the mirror. I looked sleep deprived, but fuck it. I finally got my tie straight and grabbed my black messenger bag and swung the strap across my shoulder, laying it across my back. I pulled out my phone and put in my earphones before checking the time.
8:09 AM
My eyes widened.
Classes start at 8:30.
"FUCK!"
. . .
Today is not my day...
I ran through my mansion, grabbing breakfast (which was a piece of toast) and everything else I needed before dashing out the door. I gritted my teeth to keep my toast in place as I ran down the sidewalk. Ouran was only a couple blocks away from my mansion, which is why my father refused to have any of the servants drive me there.
I finally reached the pink Barbie Dreamhouse with ten minutes to spare.
I ran through the corridors of giant building, slowing down when I noticed students still there. I let out a sigh of relief. I pulled out my phone and checked the time to see I had made it with three minutes to spare.
"Thank fucking god..." I muttered, pulling my toast out of my mouth to finally eat it. It was cold at that point, but I really didn't care.
"Hey!"
Two pairs of hands grabbed my shoulders.
. . .
That was longer than I thought it would be. Woo.
Ten points to who can guess that song Daichi is talking about.
Aight, see you bitches later.