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Ouran High School Host Club (桜蘭高校ホスト部, Ōran Kōkō Hosuto Kurabu?) is a manga series by Bisco Hatori, serialized in Hakusensha's LaLa magazine since August 5, 2003. The series follows Haruhi Fujioka, a scholarship student at Ouran High School, and the other members of the popular host club. The romantic comedy focuses on the relationships within and without the Club and satirizes the clichés and stereotypes that endure in shōjo. There are also occasional moments where the characters break the fourth wall.
Keeping that in mind; this Role Play will stray away from any heavy topics, views, ETC; and the heaviest angsting will be left to those who do it best. Though, I will admit—the story itself will, at some point, take on a more serious-ish attitude… I think? ;) It’s hard to tell, since well—Liztress and I are both fans, and we don’t give two beans for the sanity of others, as we will inflict horrors upon this series; and its characters. :twisted:
Oh! One more thing-- just because this is a private Role Play, doesn't mean you can't read it. ;) Who knows-- this could turn up on a FF.net near YOU!
Summary? To be added. Original Characters?
Naota - Mobsy's charatcerX
Name: Naota Oki Yukimara. Age: 15; born July 3rd. Appearance: BIO: Born a mirror-twin to the son of a wealthy businessman, and free-spirited musician. Naota spent the majority of her infantry with her brother; Ryohei. The two of them being inseperable despite not even being able to move. Between family feuding, and her parents attempting to restore honor to the Yukimara name; Naota and her brother had to adjust to their sporadic home life; which in turn, turn them against their entire family. At the tender age of eight years old; her parents were forced to split, and due to divorce complications; Naota was placed in the care of her mother, while Ryohei was placed with their father. After the dust had finally settled, Naota and her mother moved to France; where Naota was to attend private school on a paid scholarship. Years passed, and soon enough; it was time for Naota to start high school. Amazingly, the week before registration, Ryohei found a way to contact her; the ultimate scheme in mind. No longer would she be denied her wealthy heritage; she would attend Ouran Academy in his place.
Extra: Naota's name literally translates as: Thick honesty.
Rizu - Liztress' character.X
Name: Erizabesu Mari Suoh
Age: 16, born October 10
Appearance:
Stands at 5'6" tall, blonde hair that goes down to her waist and emerald green eyes, her body's proportions are well-rounded (34b-32-34), lean body type
Bio: Erizabesu, or Rizu as her friends and family call her, lived her life at home with her father, half-brother Hiro, and maternal grandmother. When she learned about the arranged marriage her father set up for her, she took the news bad. Claiming that she couldn't marry unless it was for love, she called her cousin to talk his father and her uncle into letting her attend Ouran Academy. Her father agrees, only because he hopes that the time away can help her understand the reasoning behind this. Being the youngest sibling and female, Rizu knows that she cannot inherit her father's business and really doesn't want to. Since a young age, she always dreamed of being a fashion designer.
Personality: Mischievous, stubborn, honest
Extra: In her old school, she was the track team captain and won four of the past five tournaments. Favorite color is purple.
The short flight from her home to the academy where her uncle and cousin were waiting for her allowed for Erizabesu to reflect on the whole reason she left in a hurry. Her long blonde hair was pulled back with a lilac hair scrunchy that matched her pale lilac blouse. Tan jeans fitted her lean, long legs perfectly as she rocked them back and forth as she sat in the plane's plush navy blue seat. A frown teased her lips as she thought back to her father informing her and her half brother of the arranged marriages he had gone through many lengths to put together. He claimed he was just looking out for her but those words fell on deaf ears. She protested, throwing a fit about only marrying the one she loved.
Her thoughts were disrupted when the pilot announced they would be landing shortly. The golden haired girl smiled as she looked forward to seeing her cousin again and meeting this 'family' he brought together.
Naota sat uncomfortably, as she was enveloped in the posh fabric that was draped along the jet plane seats. “Ack…This is first-class? This is in no way better than riding coach!” Grasping onto the velvet cover arms of the chair, the brunette couldn’t stop herself from turning green. “Uhhhnn… Airplane sickness.”
“Nao-chan… Are you okay?” Ryohei asked; worry in his matching vermillion eyes. “If you don’t want to go through with this, I can always call mom--? Ask her to take you back to France?”
Naota shook her head defiantly; which in turn, stirred the russet-colored fringe that hung in front of her eyes. “No—I’m fine; just a little sick.” Smiling weakly at her beloved twin, she continued to say. “I want to do this, trust me. This’ll be the biggest slap in the face they’ll have either received.” Grinning mischievously at her choice of words, Naota was caught off guard when she was suddenly overcome with the urge to retch.
“The bathroom is down the aisle.” A flight attendant chimed in, as she extended her hand to help the girl out of her seat.
“To Ouran Academy…” Ryohei said jokingly, as he assisted his sister in getting up. “This is going to be a long week.”
Fortunately for the Yukimara twins; it was not. In practically no time at all; school was starting back up again, and it was time for them to set their plan in motion. Donning the uniform meant for Ryohei; and cotton-slip to mask her feminine shape, Naota began her quick transformation from girl to boy.
With an ample amount of mousse, Naota was able to shape her hair into something more masculine without sacrificing the beloved length of her tresses; which was more than a relief, as the girl wailed for hours whenever the scissors were even mentioned.
Having covered all of the superficial bases; Ryohei gave his amused sister a quick lesson on how to behave herself as the opposite-gender; and more importantly, how to behave herself as ‘Ryohei Keito Yukimara; the sole benefactor of the Yukimara fortune. ’
Ryohei repeated his lesson over, and over again—even when Naota had prepared to leave their ‘secret’ place of residence. “Aw, stop worrying, Ryo-kun—you said it yourself, I’m going to do great out there.”
“Not if you sound like that!” He exclaimed, a whole new look of distress crossing his features. “If you aren’t going to sound like a boy; you might as well not speak at all!”
“You say that as if you sound like a boy.” Winking when her brother growled in response, Naota dusted off her lavender school-jacket. “Okay—Okay, fine! You have my promise; I will not speak unless I—“ Taking a deep breath, Naota forced out the most masculine voice she could manage; which amazingly, sounded just like her brothers’. “—use my ‘boy voice.’”
Blinking bewilderedly, Ryohei exclaimed. “Wow! That was pretty good, Naota!”
“I know; I’ve been ordering stuff in your name, ever since I received your last summer phone call.” Cackling evilly, Naota ducked out of the home.
((Liztress:—Um, I imagine that this takes place right before Haruhi breaks the jar—like this is the first day of school. She’s still going to break it, yes—and she’s still going to be indebted to the club, but—let’s just focus on our characters meeting each other... If that's okay with you?))
Pulling her slender phone out of the silk and leather purse, Erizabesu debated on calling her cousin. Knowing Tamaki, his theatrics would bust the tiny speaker in her cell phone that wasn't even supposed to be out yet. Her better judgment won out. Slipping the phone back into the purse, she braced herself for the landing. Planes were normal travel for her but landings were something she never could get use to.
"The bumpier, the worse I feel..." She groaned to herself. The time it took to get from the airport to the small cottage close to the school that her cousin was letting her stay in. Walking through the front double door, she was greeted with a big sparkly sign that welcomed her home. Also, it seemed that Tamaki had gone overboard with the staff. Sure, she was rich but even she didn't see the need for thirty maids when only one person was staying at the residence. Before she could relax, her phone rang. Recognizing the ringtone as the one set for her dear cousin, she answered it.
"Tamaki..." The tall blonde female answered. "I told you that I only needed three maids." He protested that such a paltry number was unheard of. He then told her about the meeting with the Chairman for all new students and even though she was family, she was no exception. "When is it?"
"In thirty minutes, my dear cousin." His princely voice cooed into the phone. She thanked him and told him that she was on her way. This was roughly fifteen minutes ago. Now she stood in front of the academy that was the best of the best. A school for only the wealthiest but even more so for the ones with the best pedigrees. A cool breeze caused her to shudder before her legs made their way onto the property.
While navigating her new surroundings, and locating the academy was easy enough for Naota; due to her current state of dress, and her brother’s spot-on directions, it was not easy for the brunette to ignore the persistent nagging feeling in her gut. ‘Why are we so sure that this is going to work? What if someone, or everyone, finds out?’ Worrying herself more than necessary; Naota find herself scrubbing her reddening cheeks at the thought of being discovered and forced to strip down to her undergarments.
Sighing as she waved off her thoughts, Naota took on a more lighthearted tone. “… Who knows? Maybe the chairman won’t kick me out my butt when they find me out?” And at that very moment; she was it with a sudden realization. ‘Ch-chairman…? Wait a minute!’ Standing in a daze brought on by excessive hyperventilation, Naota remembered exactly where she supposed to be in the next half-hour…
Swearing under her breath, the brunette tore the last remaining roads and winds until she saw the school as clear as day. And on any other day, the magnificent structure would send an exhilarating wave of curiosity, and astonishment throughout Naota’s body; right now, she couldn’t stand the thought of going inside of it, or even being on the property for that matter.
Lost in her ravenous thoughts, the brunette was non-the-wiser to the fact that she was not the only one heading in the direction that she was—in fact, she wasn’t even the only one on the school grounds at the very moment. Looking up almost a little too late, Naota realized in horror that she was about to slide into an absolutely painful collision with another body. “Ahh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She screamed preemptively, hoping that the person would take the cue and move.
Though, her warning didn’t come soon enough; as she had slammed into the other female, causing both of them to spill onto the perfectly trimmed lawn. Clenching her eyes clothes, Naota braced herself for impact.
Several moments passed, before Naota peeled her eyes opened. While there were still stars in her vision, the girl was able to take in the sight before her. “Oh. My…. God.” Leaning back, and out of the personal space of the stranger, Naota choked out another gasp. “I’m—Sorry!” Staring down at the form splayed out before her; the brunette continued her hurried apologies.
Sprawled out beneath her wasn’t just any regular old blonde girl—no, this was the blonde girl. Muscular, shapely, blonde, and with perfect emerald green-eyes… she fit the bill, and everything. “S-Suoh-san…?” Naota choked when the girl didn’t immediately reply.
((Liztress: Sorry for the late reply, I’ve been swamped with activity~ <3 don’t throw rocks at me, hon… I tried to hurry up their meeting.))
One moment, she had been standing there wondering if she was going to be forced to wear what she considered the lackluster yellow uniform. The next, she was plastered on the ground. Groaning, she sat up and her emerald eyes widen as she saw the grass stains decorating her once-pristine outfit.
"Suoh-san?" The question took the scowl she had and instantly transformed it into a smile. There was no need to get angry. Sure, her one of a kind outfit was ruined and it was apparent that this person could not keep their attention on where they were going. But Erizabesu knew that accidents did happen. Besides, this person could just reimburse her for the suit.
"Ah..." The blonde scanned the human bowling ball once over. He looked familiar. "Yukimara-san, correct? What a pleasant, yet literally, surprise bumping into you here." She politely greeted the boy. Standing up, she dusted off her pants and glanced at her watch. "Oh dear. I need to get going if I don't want to keep my uncle waiting. He's a stickler for promptness. Are you heading that way?" She nodded towards the main building.
((Mobsy: It's fine, dear. Do they know each other beforehand or not? If so I can just have Erizabesu act proper in public towards Naota. And when in private or the Host Club, they can act friendly.))
Naota was blown away by the sound of the other girl’s voice-- ‘she’s so angelic!’—no wonder she was so heavily guarded by her family, she was— absolutely remarkable…!
Cheeks reddening in embarrassment at the thought of so openly admiring the girl in front of her, the brunette almost didn’t catch what had been said to her. “Uh—yeah… I’m… Yukimara—uh, um… just call me Ryohei…?” Nodding slow to make sure she hadn’t gotten lost in their brief exchange, Naota shoved her hands into her pockets. “Ha, ha… Fancy seeing you here, too—“ Scratching the back of her head; which resulted in wiping some the mousse onto her hand, Naota shuffled on her feet. “Uh—um—oh… Like I said, I’m sorry for ruining your clothes…? I didn’t see you—it’s like you came out of nowhere!”
As she continued to speak through her nervousness, Naota’s voice began to crack. ‘Dang it…!’ Realizing that this may ruin her plans, Naota broke out into a coughing-fit. Her dry-heaving lasted for a few moments before she was able to regain her composure. “Ack… Sorry about that—“ Grinning like the Cheshire cat, the brunette couldn’t stop herself from bubbling up with laughter. “Yes… Yes… I’m—heading this way, too…”
Suddenly, not being able to control herself; Naota busted out laughing. ‘Riza-chan… I can’t believe you don’t recognize it’s me...’ Calming down, Naota carefully wiped the corner of her eye. ‘—you used to be able to tell me and Ryohei apart…’ Clearing her throat, the brunette offered Erizabesu a knowing smile... "Ha, ha-- I thought of something funny?" Not waiting for the blonde's reply, Naota skipped off in the desired direction.
As she continued to bounce along, Naota felt a knot settle into her stomach. Admittedly, she was extremely torn; sure, Naota really wanted to reconnect with her childhood acquaintance… but, at what cost—the complete and total failure of her and her brother’s plan? Surely, that was not an option.
Gosh—if only she was enrolling in this academy on her own terms… this would be a joyful, tearful reunion… not an awkward meeting that wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place. “Ack! I just want to pull out my hair!” Inner Naota screamed, obviously frustrated. Somewhere, deep down, Naota knew that Ryohei had intended for this to happen…
Lost in her thoughts for the umpteenth time that day, Naota didn’t notice that she had taken a slight detour off the beaten path.
Erizubesu's head tilted slightly as the boy in front her laughed. It sounded so familiar yet not. Shaking her head as she smiled. There was something about that name that made her think of her childhood. One before her step-mother had decided that a girl's proper place was at an all girls school. The blonde knew better as she had overheard her father argue about the need to have his only daughter so far away. Yes, he loved his emerald eyed princess dearly. Even if she was considered an "ill-bred" by most of the family. It was one reason that she was so close to Tamaki. Both knew what it was like to be shunned, only used when needed.
"Yukimara-san..." The tall female spoke up, a glint of humor in her eyes. "You don't think the Chairman's office is in the cafeteria, do you?" She offered a smile as she took the boy's hand and lead him to the Chairman's office. Standing in front of the huge door, Erizabesu sighed. Hopefully, her uncle would be privy to not shared the reason she was here in front of her traveling companion. With a quick flick, her knuckles rapped on the door. A grunt was heard and the door opened slowly.
"Chairman, you requested to see us today." Erizabesu greeted. Her emerald eyes drifted from corner to corner, in hopes that her dear cousin was there.
"Erizuabesu-sama, you know you can call me Uncle." The man proudly resting in the large brown leather chair behind the oak and gold desk remarked. She nodded, her stomach tightening as he pulled out a manila folder. "I have spoken to your father today. I can't really say I blame him in being slightly... disappointed in your actions." Her mouth frowned slightly. Giving a quick glance to Ryohei, she shot her uncle a look pleading him not to bring this up in front of a stranger. Worse yet, she feared that outside of Tamaki, no one understood her position on the matter.
Naota flushed a deep shade of crimson when Riza took her by the hand. Leave it to my absentminded tendecies to get me made fun of… Biting back a scowl of embarrassment, the brunette let Erizabesu pull her along. “Oops… Ha, ha—what would I do without you?”
The walk to the office was almost a blur, as Naota spent most of her time admiring the landscape; and the few students dwelling in it. “This place—is amazing…” She thought, chewing her reddening bottom lip. As the setting changed from a wonderfully trimmed garden, to an opulent hallway, Naota felt her stomach do flips… It was game time. This assembly would make, or break eighteen long months of scheming and plotting.
Breath catching in her throat as the door opened, Naota felt the strong urge to turn around and race for the nearest airport. ‘Calm down—nothing is going to happen… If I fooled Riza-chan, I can trick anyone.’ Swallowing the knot that had made its home at the base of her esophagus, the brunette silently observed the exchange between the Chairman and Erizabesu.
“UNCLE?!?!” Inner Naota screamed, as she almost had a full-blown heart-attack. “R-Riza-chan… She’s—the chairman’s niece!?”
Forcing a stoic mask onto her face; which was barely enough to hide the total dread in her eyes, Naota tried her best not to fidget with the black tie that hung around her neck. Though, she almost lost it when she suddenly became aware of Erizabesu’s eyes on the side of her face. “Huh—uh… i-if this is a p-private matter—I can s-step out?” Tossing a longing stare at the door, the brunette felt her shoulders tense. “Chairman Suoh—“ Clearing her throat to prevent it from cracking any further, she tried her very best to sound polite; and not on the urge of tears—Like she really was. ”—Suoh-san… Urm—I don’t want to an intruder…?”
Eyes watering with unwavering anxiety, the quivering brunette knew she was on the urge of a breakdown... She just hoped no one else noticed her odd behavior. "I have to m-make a call to m-my dad... he wanted to k-know if I made it here safely--?" At this point, her hands were shaking so violently, she had to slide them into her pockets.
((Liztress: :lol: I'm more curious to read your post, then I am to write mine.))
Erizabesu sighed loudly as she realized that she must have came off as rude. It was not the flaxen haired girl's intent. She just preferred all personal matters to remain as such. Glancing over at the fidgeting boy, her frown deepened. She could just feel the smirk her uncle was sporting right about now. He always found humor in the worst moments.
"I apologize, Yukimara-san." Her soft pink lips spoke, the frown disappearing but no sign of a smile to replace it. "It's just that my... Uncle is possibly hoping that he can embarrass me in front of another student here in hopes I'll run home to my father." Her emerald eyes landed on the Chairman as she made that remark and knew that it had been the plan. "I'm not embarrassed by my actions. Nor do I ever expect anyone else to approve them. "
"Yukimara-san, you may go call your father. Please send him my regards." The chairman spoke up after a moment of silence. Once the boy bowed and left the office, Erizabesu sat down in one of the chairs reserved for students of the Academy. She knew that this discussion was going to happen. But it didn't change the fact that the niece much rather be elsewhere. "I've talked to my brother and while we both feel it is good for you to take some time to compose yourself, I have to admit that I do understand how you feel." With this, the blonde's jaw dropped. Recovering as quickly as she could, her eyes couldn't hide how surprised she was to hear this. "But this doesn't mean that I agree with you doing what you did. You, as a Suoh, should accept responsibility even if you are not the heir. Your father means well and has chosen a worthy husband for you."
"I hate to say that I find this ironic coming from the man who fell in love with Tamaki's mother. And that relationship wasn't approved by the family." Erizabesu retorted, no form of disrespect lingering in her tone. This caused the older man in front of her to chuckle. He knew she had a point there but as he explained, it didn't matter. In the end, he did as his family expected of him. Much like she should.
With the conversation over for the time being, he stood up and handed her a schedule. She glanced it over and tried her best to memorize it. He commented that Tamaki insisted on them sharing classes and it did seem like a novel idea as she would get lost in the school. Much like all new students did.
((Mobsy: Haha, funny thing is... I'm enjoying your posts more than writing mine.))
Upon hearing Erizabesu's apology, Naota's expression softened. 'Sorry? I'm the one acting crazy...' Letting out a whoosh of air, the brunette was caught off guard when she was told that she may leave. "Seriously?! Oh, my gosh-- I'm getting out of here!" Inner Naota screamed, ready to duck and run. Knowing that bolting from the room would raise suspicion, the girl settled for forcing her lips into a polite smile, and paying her respect to her elders; before retreating to the door.
Once outside, the brunette almost howled out in relief. "Thank goodness that's over...!" Putting her back to the door, and a hand on her erratic heart, Naota allowed herself to calm down. "Now-- to call that good for nothing Ryohei... I'm going to give him a piece of my mind..." Mumbling curses under her breath, Naota reached down into the loose pant pocket of her black trousers. Pushing herself off the door, Naota began to distance herself from the office. "Come on you stupid contraption-- where are you?" Fishing around for her mobile; Naota was unaware of the shift in her surroundings. No longer was she infront of the office door; no-- she wasn't even in the same hallway.
Searching her pockets for nearly ten minutes, Naota finally realized with muted horror (and total embarrassment) that the cellular had been resting in the breastpocket of her undershirt. "...How'd did I forget a place like that?" Carefully sliding her hand into her jacket, the brunette retrieved her phone. Punching in the numbers, Naota leaned against a large, stain-glass window that, like it's companions, lined the maginificent walls of Ouran Academy.
"Come on... Pick up. Pick up. Pick up." Grumbling impatiently into the phone, Naota completely tuned out the noises around her. "Ryohei-- I swear, if you don't answer your m---" Before she could continue her threat, the brunette felt vibration in her other breastpocket. "...For the love of-- ARGH!" Spinning on her heel, Naota threw her own phone out of the window; only stopping to realize what a dumb mistake that was after the glass had shattered. "Well, cr--" Turning around to check if she was alone, Naota darted off to the nearest door she could find.
((Liztress: :lol: My post are no good-- :( I'm going based off scant memory of the location, and I hardly remember how the first episode went in the first place. LOL-- I'm just following behind your lead. :XD))
((Mobsy: That's not good. It's been awhile since I watched the first episode. I normally watch all the ones after it. Anyway, we'll say that while this all happened with our characters, that Haruhi broke the vase. All but Tamaki realize that she is really a boy though.))
After saying her goodbyes to her uncle, the lean blonde made her way out of the office. The lack of Yukimara caused a bit of worry for Erizabesu. Didn't the boy know that he still needed to get his schedule? She shook her head as she decided to go searching for him. My uncle wouldn't like if I just left the guy stranded here. She thought sourly to herself. She had much rather get a fresh change of clothes. The grass stains were being to drive her nuts. As her boots clicked against the tile floors when she made her way to the extracurricular wing, her ears picked up the sound of glass shattering. Wasting no time, her fully trained legs began sprinting to the source of the sound.
It was this time that she had ran into someone. Though she had still wound up on the floor with the innocent bystander laying across her. Groaning, she tried to sit up without disturbing the person too much. Muttering something about it being just her luck, her emerald eyes stared straight at the body slouching in front of her.
"Yukimara-san..." She coolly replied, praying her voice wouldn't crack from the laughter she was holding in. It was the blissful irony of who the bystander was that caused a chuckle to escape her lips. "I do believe we are even now." As she spoke, the sound of shuffling feet came from behind the closed doors that they were sitting in front of. The sign read "Music Room 3." And Erizabesu found it out that there would be anyone in the music room. Especially after school since the Academy only enforced music classes during school hours.
((Liztress: that works for me. *Shrugs* :heart:))
Running blindly like a chicken with its head cut off, Naota didn’t see Erizabesu racing towards her. It wasn’t until, once again, both girls were sprawled out on the floor, did she realize her error. “Ack…” Her comical reply to having the wind knocked out of her. As the blonde shifted beneath her, Naota took the cue, and sat back on her calves; forcing herself into a droopy-crouch position. “Hey there, friend…” As Naota coughed wildly; since didn’t notice that her voice didn’t sound none-too-boyish anymore.
Noticing the blonde’s mood shift; from being anxious and dead serious in the office, to being humorous and pleased, Naota wondered if something happened—was the girl laughing at her? Did her disguise slip off? “Oh, no—is my bra-strap showing?--” Inner Naota double-checked her person to see if any of the two speculations were true. “--Nope…All clear. What’s so funny?”
Though, luckily before the girl lost her marbles, her question was answered when Erizabesu spoke again. 'Even? Huh… What’s that supposed to mean?' Blinking confusedly, Naota opened her mouth to inquire as to what the blonde meant. Though, before she could say anything, she too heard the commotion coming from the “Infamous’ Music Room 3”
“Suoh-san—I thought all laboratories were empty this time of day…?” Tilting her head like a lost puppy, Naota climbed to her feet. “Uh... Are there gangs here—at Ouran Academy?” The question, while silly, was a need-to-know thing in the brunette’s opinion; as the last thing she would need is old school rivals rearing their heads.
Her emerald eyes had widen as she was asked about there being any gangs at Ouran. This Academy was known for those of the highest social standing and wealth. So naturally rivalries were a given among those who were heirs to rival companies or even brothers. Erizabesu didn't know how to answer the boy nor was she sure she wanted to. Luckily yet perhaps unluckily as both rose to their feet, the doors had open. The silhouette of two twin bodies stood against a bright light that had slightly blinded the duo on the opposite side of them. Shielding her eyes, Erizabesu tried her best to make the figures out when the one closest to her grabbed her by the arm. As this occurred, the other in perfect synchrony grabbed Yukimara.
"Tono!" The one dragged Erizabesu's male companion spoke up. "Do you think the Newspaper club sent spies here again?" The blonde female could not believe the scene in front of her. She counted four male students total. One, a short blonde, was munching on what looked to be cheesecake while a taller, dark haired student sat next to him. There was a raven haired boy who had not even glanced up from the Pineapple laptop when the one holding her captive spoke.
"Our 'King' is currently in the mushroom corner." The bored voice replied from behind the laptop. Click, clack... The noise continued on and Erizabesu could not help but wonder just what this group of guys was doing here. "And those are not spies. One look and you can tell that both are new here. Yukimara Ryohei and Suoh Erizabesu, correct?" Her jaw dropped. Never had she met anyone in this room and here was a guy who knew who she was. And he had not even seen her. How the heck did he do that? Her mind wondered. This caused both captors to release the new students and she was thankful.
"Riza-sama is here?!" A voice exclaimed loudly. From a dark corner of the room (How on earth is there a dark corner in here with as bright as it is? Erizabesu's mind pondered), a fair haired boy came bounding over. His purple (or blue, can't tell) eyes shimmered and sparkled as his arms squeezed the very breath out of his target. "Dear cousin! What brings you here to our ever popular and grand Host Club?" She fidgeted, trying to escape his death grasp. Her cheeks turned a slight hue of lilac and her emerald eyes glossed over.
"Tama-chan! You're killing her!" The small boy shouted, rushing to the cousins. Seeing that he was indeed hurting her, he let go causing her body to drift backwards and into the arms of someone. Back to the Mushroom Corner Tamaki went, lamenting about being a murderous relative.
Naota’s eyes widened at being snatched up, AND called a spy in the same moment; not only that, but she, and Erizabesu were being man-handled by twins no less! “What in the heck kind of place is this?!” Her inner self screamed, ready to pack her bags and get the frick out of dodge.
As she stumbled clumsily inside the schoolroom; Naota was even more taken aback by the occupants of said room. ‘They’re sooo angelic!’ She felt her inner voice squeal; unfortunately, she didn’t share the enthusiasm. Opening her mouth to shout lewd comments at her captors; and their friend’s, Naota was cut off when the ravenette spoke. “W-wait! How do you know my name?” Checking over her frame to see if she had a sign on her back, Naota narrowed her eyes at the teen. “You’re not one of those creepy-stalker types, are you?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, as if demanding an answer, Naota asked another question. “And what are you all doing in here, anyway?” Sadly, no one was paying attention to her whining; and that was especially true when Tamaki had his outburst. “……” Naota sighed, frustration etching in her features. “Of course… I’m being ignored.” Shoulders sagging in defeat, the brunette settled for watching the humorous display.
From his haughty tone, to the way he practically suffocated his own relative; Naota couldn’t help but burst out into laughter. Snickers turning into cackles; and vice-versa, the girl just could not contain herself. There was just something weird about these two; the prince and princess of the Suoh’s, being so ‘improper’—it was just ridiculous!
Soon enough, as Tamaki was retreating to his frighteningly implausible corner, and those few who actually cared went on to check on Erizabesu; Naota held on tight to her quivering sides. “Ow… Ow… Ow.” She chuckled painfully, as she tried to calm down. Unfortunately, though—the thought of the blonde duo sharing these exchanges on the regular basis caused Naota to laugh even harder; if that was possible.
((Liztress: :lol: You should never worry about your post-- I think they're AWESOME! <3 LOL.))
The raven hair computer junkie chuckled at the whole scene playing out in front his eyes. Standing up and stepping away from the table he had been occupying, he made his way near the now recovering blonde and the new male student sitting on the velvety red couch. After the sudden outburst from the one named Yukimara, the twins thought it might be best to push him towards the couch and inch away slowly. Neither wanted to find out if the laughter was contagious.
"Tamaki-sama..." The slightly pale girl cooed in a singsong voice. "Next time you feel the need to assault me... I will run you over with Hiro's car." With a long sigh, she tried to scoot up on the couch. Offering a weak smile to her neighbor, she waved off an offer of chocolate raspberry delight from the small boy. Actually, what is a boy his age doing here? He should be in elementary school. Her mind rambled, also taking in the features of each boy in the room. "Yukimara-san, I feel the need to apologize for my cousin's actions. And his 'subjects'."
"We are not considered his subjects." One of the twins whined, appearing to the left of Erizubesu. The other, though hesitantly, popped up next to Yukimara.
"We are victims, just as much as you." The second twin added, glancing over at the corner when the 'King' was presiding. Erizabesu had to roll her eyes at this.
"Mother, tell those devil twins to not touch my darling cousin." Tamaki wailed from his corner, his eyes beginning to shoot daggers at both boys. In each one's hands they held a shield to block the attacks. His cousin glanced around the room, in hopes of there being another female. Surely he wasn't calling one of the other males in the room 'Mother.'
Naota choked out an indignant gasp as she was man-handled onto the couch. "Let go of me!" She shrieked, completely uncaring if her voice decided to go in and out of sounding masculine. Settling awkwardly on the expensive cerise furniture, Naota tried to regain her composure. She had almost achieved total calmness, when Erizabesu suddenly spoke up-- first she apologized... then she reffered to everyone else as subjects?
The brunette couldn't stop her mind from traveling to the dankest, raunchiest gutter there was. "Whaat?!" Naota exclaimed, as she scrambled up the couch, and unto one of the strudy armrests. "Victims-- subjects-- mother? What kind of school is this!?--" Scraping her hands through her hair; which effectively wiped out 90% of the mousse, Naota found herself yowling in dispair. "-- It's like I stepped into some kind of horrible shojo manga!"
((Liztress: :lol: You never let me compliment you!))
The sudden shriek caused not only the long haired beauty sitting next to the boy to stare with wide eyes, but also those around him. Erizabesu couldn't believe her ears. It wasn't what was said but the tone used. How weird for a boy to sound so... girly, her mind wondered. The sound of a pen tapping on the table.
"Now, now..." The raven haired host calmly spoke as he made his way to the couch. The blonde girl couldn't help but sit perfectly still. The twins had both backed away to the other table where the small boy and his friend had been sitting. "Tamaki, I think you have nothing to worry about. Your cousin's... harpy friend here is well-suited to prevent anything from happening." A light flashed across his glasses as he smirked. His information regarding Yukimara was correct.
"You're right, Yukimara-san." The emerald eyed girl remarked, standing up. "Though I hate to admit that I enjoy some shojo manga. This actually seems more like a reverse harem." With that, she walked over to the corner where her cousin was still pouting and flicked his head. This caused Tamaki to jump up and start jabbering in French.
"Want some cheesecake, Yuki-chan?" The short blonde boy asked as he bounced along with a plate of cake in one hand and his stuffed rabbit in another. His eyes sparkled as he held the plate out, awaiting the boy's answer.
Naota blinked bewilderedly at the sudden silence that briefly enveloped the spacious room. Well sh—covering her mouth with both hands, the brunette realized that her slip-up had been noticed; but, by who? “H-harpy…? What’s that supposed to mean?” Glaring at the sly ravenette, Naota couldn’t help but think that he knew more about her, and her brother, than she was comfortable with. “I haven’t known you for more than five minutes, and already you’re a-- you are a-“ Gritting her teeth together to prevent from swearing, Naota tried her hardest not to let her famous Yukimara temper get the best of her.
“You know what, forget it… I’m in my happy place now.” Holding her hands to her eyes, the brunette counted backwards from ten, before letting out a whoosh of air, and throwing a glance towards her blonde acquaintance; who was now talking and approaching her frenzied family member.
“Reverse… h-harem?” Inner Naota gaped, as her face was washed over with a bright shade of red. Slightly stunned by Erizabesu’s bold statement; the brunette found herself sifting through her thoughts for something atleast a little appropriate to say out loud. When Naota eventually found her words, she lightly parted her lips to speak; only to be interrupted by the adorable, golden-haired boy who was currently stuffing his face full of confections.
“W-what? Oh, uh-- No thank you …” Trying to sound as sugary-sweet as possible, Naota knelt forward on the couch, so that she was eye-level with the youth. “I’ve had enough dental visits to last me a lifetime—besides, I’m diabetic… I can’t have this kind of stuff.” Smiling brightly, despite the fact that she was completely heart-broken, Naota began to gentle tousle up the blonde-locks that fell in front of the boy’s large brown eyes. “You just eat double for me, okay?”
‘Okay… just hear me out, kid. I’m really not diabetic—but! My twin brother; the real Ryohei is… Sorry, you’ll never get to meet him—we’re kinda busy doing stuff.’ Inner Naota murmured, as she silently pouted at the idea of not being able to enjoy the delicious treats that were laid out across the many table tops.
Pulling away to avoid any kind of awkward attention brought on by a male stroking another male’s hair affectionately, Naota slipped off the sofa and bounded towards Erizabesu. “Uh—all this talk about harems, and cake reminds me… I have to call my—sister…?” Halting her movements, Naota felt a wave of uneasiness wash over… ‘Am I—really expected to talk about myself as if I’m was a different person? That’s just too weird.’ Shaking her head disapprovingly, Naota wondered if maybe her decision making skills weren't really all that good.
((Liztress: Give me one instance were my compliments weren't met with you complimenting me back, or flat-out denial? Hmm... :D I bet you can't.))
Hunny had noticed the way the Yukimara boy had played with his hair. Nodding as he plopped a huge piece of cheesecake into his mouth, his eyes darted over to the tall and silent companion of his. Off in the distance on a lone wall, an elegant light fixture was fastened. Already one of the bulbs was lit and when the short lolita boy headed back to the table covered in cakes, two more lit up.
"Speak Japanese for goodness sake!" The flaxen haired girl vented to her cousin. Her hands were firmly placed on her hips and a tense aura radiated from her core. The words from the red faced boy fluidly went from one language to another. Kyoya remained in his same spot as he watched the event continue. A smile curled up on his face as his mind crunched some numbers about how the profits could rise from having his classmate's cousin spending her time with the hosts. Erizabesu felt his eyes staring in her direction and a hint of pink crossed her cheeks. "Take a photo. It last longer." She responded.
"Riza-sama..." Her cousin pleaded, grabbing her arm and looking at her with his blue puppy dog eyes. "I assume you. We are merely here to entertain the bored rich young princesses of Ouran Academy who have way too much time on their hands."
"Yeah, calling us a reverse harem is wrong." Kaoru replied, hoping over the back of the couch to sit next to Yukimara. He glanced over at Hikaru and winked. The standing twin nodded as he walked around to where his brother was sitting and gracefully positioned himself to be sitting in Kaoru's lap.
"So true. Everyone knows that the only one for me is you, dear brother." Hikaru purred as he leaned close to his brother. Erizabesu started coughing, as an attempt to mask how awkward this brotherly act was.
Naota nearly flipped her wig when she saw the overly-affectionate display. "G-Get off of him!" Holding her hands to her eyes, the brunette bounded towards Erizabesu and threw herself onto the blonde's back. "Riza-chan..." Grabbing the taller girl's shoulders, Naota spun her around so that they were face-to-face. "You're the only other sane person in here... Please, please, please..." Batting her lashes, Naota asked in her nicest voice. "Let's get of here, before the crazy spreads."
Right as she began to drag the blonde towards the door, the remaining cellphone the resided in her bra went off. "Well, dang... I have to answer this..." Inner Naota sighed, snapping out of her grief.
"Uh... Um, hold on a sec...?" Turning her back towards the group, Naota slipped her hand into her blouse(s), and retrieved her mobile. "Hello?" She murmured shyly, as she slouched forward. The person on the other line was none-other-than her father; a person of whom she hadn't spoken to in quite a few years. 'Oh, I forgot-- this is Ryohei's phone.' Inner Naota shrugged, completely uneffected by the emotion that was threatening to suffocate her outerself.
"Uh-- Hi dad..." She choked out, scratching the back of her head. It was clearly no surprise that her own father recognized her voice, though-- it was shocking that he wasn't in the least bit angry that she had her brother had found, and contacted eachother. "Ha, ha-- No, I'm fine..." Naota smiled when asked her how she had been holding up all these years. "Heh, I- um, I'm with some friends... I can't talk. 'Love you, too." Hanging up, Naota slipped the phone into her pocket. "Ha, ha... Parents-- what are you going to do with them?" Grinning through her awkwardness, the brunette forced her vermillion gaze onto Erizabesu. "Can we leave, now?"
The sudden pressure on Erizabesu's back from the boy nearly caused her knees to buckle. And she released a sigh of relief when the pressure left as quickly as it had came only to be whirled around. Only sane person seems to be correct..., the blonde thought grimly to herself. She knew that while Tamaki was overall a sweet, nice person that he also was highly excitable. As her lips went to speak about her agreement of leaving, the boy's phone went off.
Taking this time to straighten her top out, she smiled as she overheard Yukimara's side of the phone call. Last time either Erizabesu or her father shared "Love you" over the phone or in person was last year when the lean girl brought home the first place trophy from the track tournament. He had been proud of her for succeeding. Now, fast forward back to the present, he was disappointed in her.
"Parents, yes." The now frowning girl answered, her shimmering emerald eyes threatening to fill to the brim with tears. With a quick flick of the wrist across those eyes, she replaced the frown with a halfway smile. "I think we should. I really need to get back to the house and prepare for classes tomorrow." As she went to walk to where Yukimara was standing, both heard the door creak open and saw a haphazardly dressed boy slouch into the room. It was apparent that the boy had not noticed them until his brown eyes glanced over at the entire group, causing him to panic and walk backwards. Right into an expensive glass vase. As it landed, the delicate vase shattered into a million pieces.
"That was a highly expensive vase." One of the twins remarked, breaking the silence. Erizabesu glanced over at her friend and motioned for them to leave as the hosts dealt with the poor soul.
((Mobsy: *glomps* See? I worked around having to do the scene where Haruhi comes into play. We'll sneak out and let the hosts torture her. =3 ))
As the two girls crept out of the room, Naota couldn't help but take hopefully what will be her last glance at the host club boys. 'It's always the pretty ones that are crazy...' Inner Naota shook her head at the sight of Tamaki coming onto the dishelved boy.
No sooner than when they both heard the study wooden door close, did the brunette speak up. "You said that you were going home, right...?" Looking between Erizabesu and the floor, Naota couldn't keep a wave of cerise blush from painting her skin. "Can I come with you? My dad said that it would be beneficial for me to make some friends..." Smiling brightly at the blonde, the smaller girl tucked her hands into her pockets. "I know we just met-- but, it feels like I've known you forever, ya' know what I mean?" 'Actually, I have known you for quite a bit of time--' A inner elbow was shoved in inner Naota's side, as her outerself wasn't in the mood to start theorizing about why she hadn't seen Erizabesu in such a long time.
((Liztress: *Pets* <3 Sounds great to me! Gosh, I've been so sick, lately... My posts are sucking now.))
"Sure, you can." Erizabesu's emerald green eyes sparkled at Yukimara's comment about feeling like they had known each other longer than the hour or so that they really did. In the dark recesses of her mind, she had felt the same thing. "I swear... It always seems like the cute guys are the ones that are nuts, don't it?"
With that, both new students made their way to the front of the academy where they waited for the driver of Erizabesu's limo to pull up. The tall blond girl fidgeted and tugged at her shirt, muttering under her breath about the chances of the stains coming out of it. The trip to her current residence was fairly quiet with neither really speaking up. The one girl was busy with thinking about what to say to her guest when they arrived at the cottage.
"Welcome to my humble abode!" Erizabesu replied, a grin spreading wide across her face. The doors were opened by two maids who offered to make any refreshments or snacks either would want. The hostess of the cottage declined any food or drink but informed her guest to help himself if he wanted anything. "Tamaki made sure they stocked it with enough food to last me all year. Even though my father will probably force me back home within a few months."
(Mobsy: *huggles* I hope you feel better dear. And your posts don't suck at all!)
Though the ride to the home was quiet, Naota was anything but when she crossed the threshold of the humble home. “Oh, wow! This place is fantastic!” Dropping the bag she had obtained on her way to the car, the brunette raced around the cottage; touching, complimenting, and bothering everything and everyone in her path.
Rude, yes… but, she couldn’t help herself. Never before had she been graced with the opportunity to dwell inside the home of a prosperous individual; so in essence, it was expected for her to act like a kid in the candy store.
After a few long moments, when she finally quieted down, Naota found herself with the urgent need to ‘use the facilities’. “Uh… Suoh-san.” Crossing her legs like a small child, the brunette attempted to broach the subject without sounding too audacious—“Uh, mind if I use your lavatory?” Though, she wanted to be polite and wait for an answer; the pressure in her lower abdomen was just too great. “Sorry—“ Darting off in a random direction, Naota ran blindly until one of the maids caught up to her and escorted her to the restroom.
With the lock secure and her bladder empty, Naota sighed contently, and began to wash her hands. “Oh… fancy soap.”
