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Or else she'll have many angry people /cough Girls after her life. (;

{ DILIWA * } The Room

Shiori was waken up by an uneasy prod. Looking up, she noticed it was Norio who stood in front of her. The gap between them wasn't as big as she first thought, their closeness bringing a rush of blood to her face. 'There goes my personal bubble,' Shiori thought wryly.

The house was by no means a mansion, a small homey thing. The building was a warm cream- same as it was five years ago. Boxes of petunias, marigolds, and bluebells sat below shutter-windows. Open for Morning's breeze, those windows showed the family room. The familiarity of everything was overwhelming—'Just as I thought earlier,'— the sight of it made Shiori's heart clench. There still was a dent in the marigolds' box, from when it fell from it's original spot on the wall.

Shiori went up to the dark maroon-colored door, and rang the door bell. It still had that annoying tune; high-pitched and ranged in notes. The noise grated her ears, it even hurt her ears before she was sent away. When the door opened, Shiori found herself in a bone-crushing hug. She patted her mother's back as she blubbered and cried. 'Ina sure does seem to be the same.' It was enough to send her over the edge, and she, too, was tearing up.

"Oh, ina, I've missed you so much!" Shiori said. Her statement was muffled by rubbing her head on her mother's shoulder. Amihan's hair was a deep and natural red-brown, and could only be depicted as the color of a Redwood tree's bark. The older of the two found out how awkward the guards felt, seeing a private mother-daughter moment, and decided to fix it. Sniffling, Amihan brought her head up and wiped her eyes. Shiori was able to see the rest of her mother, and saw how much five years have took on her. Her eyes were a faint tan, it looked as if they used to be hazel in another lifetime. Though her eye brows were defined and sharp, they weren't natural. It was obvious to Shiori, from this close she could see the difference in skin tone. Speaking of which, her mother has paled significantly since they last saw each other. Shiori came up with reasonable explanations: Amihan hasn't been outdoors as much as she should, Amihan is sick, or maybe it's just the weather here in Japan. She decided she has been ill for her cheek bones were prominent, yes, but her face was skinny and limp. It pulled strings on her heart to see her mother this way.

"Arashi, Shiori, my have you grown," Amihan whispered proudly. Spinning her child around in circles, to get a better look at her, and was satisfied by the third turn. "Taller and stronger, I see. Dalisay must have made you work in her gardens. And you are much more womanly and beautiful, have you seen any young men checking you out, eh?" Her mother took a few jabs at Shiori, and it made her face beet red. Katsu and Norio were snickering in to their hands, barely able to keep their employer from hearing them.

"Aw, ma! Don't say these kind of things in front of them, or else I won't hear the end of it from them! Well, Katsu-san really won't do a thing.. But Norio-san, he'll just smirk that oh, so annoying smirk of his. What stinks is that he doesn't even need to say a thing," Shiori complained while pulling her hair. Amihan looked questioningly at Norio, and, to Shiori's amusement and surprise, he blushed lightly under her gaze. "What was that?!"

Amihan titled her head,"What was what, Shiori?" Her daughter just shook her head with wide eyes. "Well, the four of us will need to get all of your things in to the house, now. Your school is expecting you for a tour at four, and it is.. What time is it, Katsu-san?"

The body guard pushed his sleeve up to glance at his wrist watch. "Quarter 'til two, Amihan-san. If Arashi-sama can quickly unpack her things away, then she should finish around three-thirty. But, you have to remember, Amihan-san, that the roads are hectic at that time, meaning Arashi-sama should do only half so we can arrive on time," Katsu replied. Everyone voiced their agreement, and helped bring things in.

Shiori had just finished moving boxes of clothing out from the truck that followed them home. They surrounded her twin sized bed in a crummy circle, the bed centered on the back wall. A small walk in closet was on the Eastern wall, colored virgin white with trim a third up. Underneath the trimming that ran all around the room, was Shiori's favorite color: a royal, but calming and toned-down, violet that did well to brighten up the room.

"Shiori!" Amihan shouted from the front door. "We have to leave, Shi, for your tour now. Any longer and we'll surely be late, not a very good first impression, would it?" Her daughter called back and raced to the car. Shiori nearly slipped when she crouched down to grab her shoes. Amihan laughed heartily at the girl, and dragged her the rest of the way. "Well, do you know what school you are going to, Shiori?" The middle-aged woman asked as they both slid in to the car, Katsu and Norio closing the doors after them.

Said girl paused and wondered what schools her mother might of looked in to. "St. Lobelia Academy, mom?" Shiori guessed. After her mother giggled and rolled her eyes, she sputtered,"O-ou.. Ouran?" Amihan beamed in response while they drove through the bustling streets in the city.

The Arashi daughter looked outside with a glazed look, running through different scenarios of her first day. 'Would everyone still act as they did when they were smaller?' Shiori wondered. 'Will they be nice to you because they want to, not because they were ordered to?' Turning to her mother, she said out-loud,"Nah, not all of them are rich bastards. I bet I'll even make some friends in the first week!" Promptly, Shiori was scolded for her language. All she could do was smile bashfully and mutter a sheepish,"Un!"

"Katsu-san, Norio-san, am I allowed to walk around campus?" Shiori questioned, grinning at the men. Amihan has been inside an office of a man— probably the Headmaster— and, even though it's only been ten minutes at most, she was bored. Katsu immediately tensed, he knew things were too good when the girl just sat down in a chair next to the door. Norio rolled his eyes, apparently annoyed. But both of them nodded.

"Yes, Arashi-sama, you're allowed to walk around, but Norio-san will have to stay around with you," Katsu answered. The other two sighed, but agreed. Shiori waved as she and Norio departed. After they turned a few corners, everything silent and comfortable, she glanced at Norio warily.

"Is there a special way for me to get you two to stop calling me that?" He merely lifted an eyebrow. She growled,"I am beginning to think I need to be respected by both of you before that." The grin on his face didn't make her feel any better.

It didn't take long for things to be quiet again, and the daughter of Amihan childishly sat on grass with a thud. Shi laughed at herself contently, and offered Norio a seat. He gracefully found a place, not too close but not too far from her, to rest.

"Hey, Norio-san?" The Kobayashi raised his head, she has his attention. "Do you understand English?" Not getting her point, he reluctantly nodded. "Good, now, here is a part of one my favorite songs," she exclaimed.

"Angel of Mercy.
How did you find me?
How did you pick me up again?
Angel of Mercy.
How did you move me?
Why am I on my feet again?
And I see you"
( Mercy - One Republic )

Her voice wasn't melodic, heavenly, or above mediocre. Though, it was relaxing and it sure sounded like she sang the right notes. He shook his head,"What is the reason for singing, Arashi-sama?"

Smiling, Shiori repeated his very same action. "Silly, Norio-san," she said,"you don't need a reason for everything. Plus, it just seemed fitting. But! I am ready to see some more of the castle of a school. Are you?" He stood before she could and gave her a hand. "Thank you."

The two ended up going up and down stairs, left then right in the hallways. Until they finally reached the door that's changed many lives. What door? That's easy. Ouran's famous Third Music Room, of course.

"Well, if you are up to it, Norio-san, I'd like to check this room out."

Yoshi Battles: I'm failing already, ha ha. Three months for a second chapter? Oh, I really need to learn how to be commited.
I think I did much better this time, but do you guys think so? I'd like to have some thoughts here.

Constructive criticism, compliments, or even a short, mostly pointless review.