thankf for the reviews guys, close to 700 now, OMG!
So... I don't know... I'm getting writers block, cos I've thought of a hundred different ways to end this thing...
Death... love... manipulation... love... did I say love?
And then there's the amazing "He's actually your brother" thing, but I'm not going there, that would be NASTY!
*shudders*
Never ask your friends for help, they go all crazy on you.
Anyways, enjoy!
"Saori, it was just mean!" cried about ten first years, who'd heard about me freaking out the twins, their class rep. and Haruhi. I just shrugged and continued writing. I was trying to write a poem for class, because we had to do one on loss now, and I had plenty ideas.
The last poem I'd done, about who we respected, had reduced half the class to tears, including my professor. He said it was really moving and I had the touch of a poet.
Shame it was complete lies. I hadn't written about anyone personally, I just made up a figure that I could respect, then ended up killing them off. It was like some mad little cartoon in my head and I wrote it out in poem form.
I didn't even think it was sad...
"But Saori-" started one girl, and I held my hand up, effectively making her shut her pie hole.
"Look, I don't care who I scared or made upset. If they couldn't deal with being scared, they shouldn't have gone, simple as. So, go home, cry to your parents, have me sent back to England, just leave me alone so I can get my assignments done."
They continued to gape, so I glared, and they effectively ran away from my piercing eyes.
So many of them were telling me that I had been too cruel, so I'd taken to wearing my glasses again. I could make them glare just like Kyouya did, and I was far better at scowling, so some people were more afraid of me than they were him. I looked back towards the paper, sighed, and sribbled out the last line.
This was going nowhere fast.
"Saori! There you are, we're gonna be late for club!"
I looked up to see Tamaki jogging up, looking flustered.
"We have to get into costume and everything, come on."
"We have club today?" I asked, because, hey, I didn't get the memo.
"Yes, we had to move it back from tomorrow as the twins are going for haircuts, I have the dentist, and Honey's being referred to a dietitian 'cos he eats too much sweets."
"Um... wow."
"Let's go-o-o-o-o!!!" he whined, puling me up, grabbing my bag for me and racing off. I shrugged and followed, but I ended up having to sprint to catch up.
Turning the last corner to the host club, I saw a guy with vivid red hair, a yellow shirt on under his uniform, and the perfect face for a mug shot. He saw me, and freaked out, ending up running into a door someone was opening and nearly knocked himself out.
"Oh, god, are you okay?" I asked, stepping towards him.
"Yeah, fine, I'm fine, just go!" he yelled.
"O-okay." I stammered, backing away from his icy glare.
Scary...
I walked into the host club in a mood far from pleasant, but was shocked to see all sorts of Japanesey things everywhere.
Tamaki ran off, and emerged minutes later in a lose purple shirt and white pants. Everyone else was in blue shirts.
Oh. My. God.
Ever played Harvest Moon Tree of Tranquility? Well, they looked like they were wearing the same costume as one of the characters...
Toby. The fisherman.
Except, Toby didn't walk around with spears and shit, and he didn't wear extensions all the time.
I had to go get a kimono on... apparently, they were doing something about an old Japanese legend kind of thing. I had to play the damsel in distress, one that this dude saved or something along the lines of that shit.
It was purple to match Tamaki's shirt, with white trimmings and stuff. They also made me wear my hair up in a bun, but of course, it was short again today, and bits kept falling out. The twins secured it, and only a few lose strands came down to frame my face.
"You look presentable." smiled Kyouya, looking at me.
"You look like Toby the fisherman." I muttered back, leaving him with a very confused look on his face.
Once the guys were in, I had to just sit and be a good little girl.
"Tamaki, you're dressed as Riyoma Sakamoto, right?" squealed his guests.
"He's so wild and handsome!" quipped another, making his already abnormally large ego grow a little more.
"Yeah... I'm handsome, I'm wild, and I'm gonna steal your hearts pretty ladies!"
I scoffed and shuffled over to someone else, eventually plopping myself down not far from Kyouya.
I saw the twins, Haruhi and Honey talking, then Renge butted in, but I couldn't be bothered and went to sulking and wallowing in self pity.
I so just wanted to go home.
"I could eat three giant bowl of rice!" yelled Renge, grinning like some psycho, addicted to everything that involves boys, mad woman.
I grumbled and moved away, as Renge had come over to us. Kyouya smirked at me, then started talking to Renge, while I slouched my way over to Takashi.
"Please... say you're still sane." I begged, flopping next to him and looking up.
"I'm still sane."
We sat talking, while I heard the gentle pitter patter of fan girls footsteps behind us.
"So, Mori has to be Kashimara, don't you think?"
"No way, he's totally Yamazaki!"
"I think it'd be super cool if he were Soma!"
I started to scoff at this, but he shushed me. In a second, he'd dropped his cup, grabbed the nearest pointy object (which actually turned out to be his spear) and whirled it around, stabbing it into a wall.
"Wow!" I shouted, surprised by his sudden movements. So much so that I started to talk in English!
"Takashi, calm down hun!" I said suddenly in my very northwest Manchester accent, while many girls gave me strange looks, and even Kyouya looked shocked to hear what my real dialect was like.
"Mori sempai? What's with the sudden lunge?" asked the twins.
"It is because we don't let you talk? We're three fourths through the school year and we barely let you get a real sentence in edge ways! I'm so sorry!" cried Tamaki, to whom we all shot strange looks at.
He pulled the spear out of the wall, and opened the door.
"No. We have a trespasser."
I looked and saw the same red haired dude from earlier. Same mug shot face, just slightly more 'I'm pissed off'.
The boy growled and lunged forward, making us all think he was trying to attack him, but instead he bowed quite formally.
"Takashi Morinozuka! Sempai! Please, take me on as your apprentice."
Uh... huh?
Even Takashi looked shocked, and quietly gasped.
"I'm gonna... go make tea." I mumbled shuffling off.
x x x x x
"Ritsu Casanoda. First year class D. Heir to the third generation head of the Casanoda syndicate. The most powerful gang in the area. He was admitted this year into Ouran Academy's high school, he has long red hair, a mean looking appearance, is reserved and has few friends."
We all listened to Kyouya reel off all he had just gathered about Ritsu.
"It is said if your eyes meet his, you'll have bad dreams for three months."
I made a point to stare over at this guy, right in the eyes.
"If you bump into him, you'll end up in the hospital."
I'm gonna poke him with sticks.
"And talking back to him sends you to an early grave."
This... should be fun.
"He is so feared by his classmates, that they call him the walking blizzard."
Aw, he looks like a friendly person, better than Tamaki's teddy bear!
Speaking of Tamaki...
"Seriously? Then why would a human weapon like yourself wanna be Mori sempai's apprentice?"
I sighed, and walked back to sit next to Honey and Takashi on their table. I smiled up at him and started picking at a bit of his cake (yes... I stole it, and the fork).
I then heard this dude talk.
"Well... look, I may be tough, but I'm not a human weapon. I was just born with a face that makes me look mean all the time."
"Genetics." I whispered, making Honey chuckle.
Hikaru and Kaoru pissed him off by getting his name wrong, and then he threatened to kill them.
"Least he's patient." I smirked, making both Takashi and Honey laugh this time.
Ritsu then reeled off this sob story about the way he looks, his dad teaching him to be a bitch, people not liking him cos he looks like a freak and his dad taught him to be a bitch... etcetera.
"I've been living the life of a felon, and I don't know how to interact with people."
"aw..." said Honey "That poor guy."
"That's why... Morinozuka sempai, I need you to show me. How do you manage to have so many friends?"
We all looked at him.
"You're just as mean looking as me. You're expressionless, distant, and you hardly ever talk."
I gaped at him, as did Takashi.
"Plus you got a mug that looks like a watchdog from hell."
Oh. No. He. Did. Not.
"So, how come you got so many friends, what are you doing that I'm not?"
Oh. My. No.
"Please, teach me your secrets!"
Takashi made a funny strangled 'Ah' sound, then turned away from Ritsu and propped his forehead up with his hand.
"Hey Takashi, are you okay?"
"I'm just a little light headed..."
I rubbed his shoulder sympathetically, while glaring at the red headed boy.
"We shouldn't get involved, he says he want to be Mori sempai's apprentice, so Mori sempai has to make that decision." said Tamaki.
I heard Takashi sigh, and look at the blond.
"Tamaki."
we all looked at him, but he gave that look that just screamed "HEEEEELLLPP MEEEEEE!!!!"
Yikes.
In that second, Tamaki agreed to help out and make Ritsu seem like a nice, social person. This could be a long shot, because nice sociable people don't insult other people.
The Tamaki went on this spiel about Takashi not looking nice, but by having Honey with him, he suddenly becomes a nicer guy, and people like him more for that.
"That's right. Mori sempai doesn't really do anything." agreed the youngest three.
The Honey got upset thinking Takashi had just been using him.
"No!" said the now very upset and insulted teen.
"I'm sorry, but Honey sempai is on a long term lease to Mori sempai, so you can't have him."
"Is Tama-chan telling the truth, are you renting me?"
I face palmed, and then started banging my head down on the table.
So much for at least one person in here being sane.
After a minute of continuously banging my head against as desk, I felt dizzy.
"Saori?"
I tilted my head to see them all looking at me funny.
"What are you doing?"
"I..." I said, standing up and brushing my clothes off. "Am trying to kill as many brain cells as I can, so that whatever stupid, completely hare brained scheme you come up with next might make, I dunno, a shred of sense to me."
I started walking off, when I felt a larger hand grab mine.
"You okay?" asked Takashi, pulling me back.
"I'm fine. I'm just gonna go and run at a wall. It might be quicker."
I pecked him on the cheek and made my way out of the room, hearing Casanoda yell behind me.
"You're kidding me! He even gets girls like her?!"
