|
|
Post by Haruka Fujisaki on Sept 8, 2010 22:33:15 GMT -8
 Haruka let out a sigh as she slipped on her big fuzzy yellow socks and dragged her feet across the carpet at the foot of her bed in an attempt to conduct electricity. The feeling of the carpet and socks brushing together was soothing as the itchy mosquito bite on the bottom of her foot began to swell and become irritated. Haruka hated mosquito bites more than anything and they were especially bad when they ended up in random places like the bottom of your feet. How on Earth did the stupid little bugs even get to places like that?! “Grrrr…” Haruka muttered to herself quietly as she scooted like a little child across the carpet. “Itchy, itchy, itchy…”
Haruka scooted in circles until she was almost too dizzy to walk straight then sighed, the itchiness gone for now, and stepped towards her bed. In her path, unseen in the dizziness and prior scooting, a half emptied backpack from last year [out in preparation for the new school year] sat just calling to be tripped over. As one might figure, Haruka, in the process of climbing into her ‘too-tall-for-the-little-girl’ bed, tripped over the backpack and was sent, head first, into a roll across said bed and landed with a thump on the ground on the other side. Legs splayed up against her wall and head throbbing, Haruka blinked before bursting into a fit of giggles. Wow, that took a certain amount of skill.
In her giggling, the girl didn’t notice as a book, hidden away in anger and frustration long ago, fell towards the ground from her bookshelf; the next thing Haruka did know, she was bonked on the head by a large white photo album. Landing open just behind her head, the photo album flipped to a page with a curious photograph on it; the most recent one in the whole book.
Gazing at it upside down, Haruka tried to make heads and tails of the photograph but after a moment she gave up and rolled over coming to her knees. A single glance sent the girl’s face into a fit of emotions before a loud snap was heard and the photo album was shoved with excessive force under the bed. “Stupid, idiotic pig-head,” the girl grumbled to herself. Crossing her arms and pouting, Haruka stared across her room as she sat on her knees and thought about the album.
The last time she’d seen it had been the day she had stashed it away not wanting to ever look at it again. That had been the day she and Kyoya had undergone their colossally immature, utterly imprudent and completely daft fight that had launched their current situation of separation. Every time she thought about it, Haruka grew peeved to the extent where she’d puff up her cheeks and brood sulkily for hours on end thinking of nothing else but how stupid and immature Kyoya was for getting angry about such a stupidity so long ago. That album only brought forth memories and thoughts of the aforementioned Host Club member and Haruka couldn’t stand to even look at it.
Shaking her head and refusing to give into the desire to sulk, the petite red-head rose to her feet and kicked the album even further under her bed. The doorbell had just rung signaling the arrival of her newest best friend for their sleepover. Brushing aside all thoughts of Kyoya and anything to do with the Host Club, Haruka tossed a curl over her shoulder and skipped down the stairs.
 |
|
|
|
Post by Nabiki Kochi on Sept 9, 2010 21:46:45 GMT -8
 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Nabiki hummed lightly as she danced around her room in her pajamas, her black hair spinning around her face as she did so. She stopped in front of her wardrobe and through the doors open, tapping her chin lightly as her eyes gazed over the clothes that were hanging up, trying to decide what she was going to wear. School days were easy because the school required uniforms, but the summer days had been full of too many clothing choices for the teenage girl. It didn't help that she had so many damn clothes in the first place. A skirt or shorts? Or maybe a pair of jeans? Even though it was still summer, the weather was beginning to cool so it wasn't like jeans would cause her to be insufferable hot. And then there was her options in shirt wear.
She groaned and tilted her head back, looking up at her ceiling and closing her eyes, reaching out to grab something at random. Her left hand closed around a hanger while her right grabbed a second one and she pulled them down, opening her eyes and smiling. She was holding onto a pair of light blue jeans with holes at the knees and torn edges along the bottom because the legs were too long and caught under her shoes. The shirt was a long sleeved, black top that had a rather low neckline and gold and silver leaves across the front. The long sleeved shirt might be a little much, but it wasn't like she couldn't roll them up. She slipped out of her pajamas and into her clothes, picking at the holes in her knees for a moment before grabbing clothes for tomorrow and pajamas for that night, shoving them in an overnight bag as she went.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror Nabiki started putting her hair up in her normal partial pigtails and then dropped her hair with a frown. Her pigtails were beginning to be over used and she needed to figure out a new hairstyle, or at least something new for today. Humming softly, she bent over and flipped her hair over her head, gathering it up into her hands and straightening again, taking her brush and brushing the lumps out of it before tying it back. She took one of the bows she used for her pigtails and wrapped it around, tying it together in a pretty manor. Grabbing her bag and slipping her feet into a pair of black flip-flops, Nabiki skipped her way down the stairs, opening the door and yelling over her shoulder.
"Mom! Dad! I'm leaving for Haruka's house! Be back sometime tomorrow!" She waited for a couple seconds longer until she heard the "ok" response from both parents before skipping out the door. Nabiki practically skipped the entire way to her friends house, ignoring the odd glances she was receiving from passer bys in vehicles. Her bangs, which had remained down when she had pulled her hair up, swung in front of her eyes as she ran up the few steps to Haruka's door. She pressed the doorbell and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet and then to her heels, waiting somewhat impatiently for the door to open. Finally, after what seemed for-freaking-ever!, the door opened, revealing a small red haired girl.
A huge grin appeared on Nabiki's face and she dropped her bag, wrapped her arms around Haruka, and gave her a huge hug. "Haruka!!! And that was all she said.
Tagged:: Haruka
Notes:: Oh such a lame ending -.-**
|
|
|
|
Post by Haruka Fujisaki on Sept 13, 2010 7:47:42 GMT -8
Haruka let her white painted mahogany door swing open and a giant smile spread across her face as Nabiki’s familiar visage came into view. ‘Haruka!’ -- “Biki-chan!” the eager response came forth in a bubbling burst making the little red-head beam brightly. Before Haruka could say anything more though, she felt her friend lean forward and hug her tightly. Laughing, Haruka hugged her back and giggled with a bright smile. All previous thoughts of the pesky Host Club, Kyoya or anything to do with that irritation in her life completely diminished from Haruka’s mind and the girl opened her front door wider to usher in her friend. After Nabiki stepped inside, she closed the door and waved towards the kitchen before beginning to head in that direction. “We can leave your stuff here or you can run it upstairs then head into the kitchen for a snack,” she said cheerfully. “Whatever you feel like doing, as always, you’re welcome to. My house is your house!”
With that, Haruka continued to skip on into the kitchen letting Nabiki chose whatever she wanted to do. “I’ve decided I’m making brownies today!” the bouncy red-head exclaimed eagerly with wide eyes. The idea had just come to her. “I have no clue what’s for dinner,” she added regretfully “but Mum and Dad are not going to be home until late anyways so you can just tell one of the maids whatever you fancy.” Haruka skipped around her kitchen pulling out a bowl, the brownie mix, eggs and vegetable oil before setting it all atop the counter. “I think I’ll have a pizza,” she rambled letting her voice carry up the stairs to wherever it was Nabiki had disappeared to. “Satoshi is out tonight too; I think he has practice and then is heading over to a friend’s house for whatever it is that twelve-year old do.” Pouring the ingredients into the bowl, Haruka grabbed a wooden spoon from one of the mahogany cabinets and stuck it into the bowl beginning to stir. She was quiet for a moment as she mixed the ingredients and unconsciously Haruka’s mind drifted off and returned once more to Kyoya without even realizing it. Her mind had flown from brownies, to stirring, to messy stirring to the last time she’d made a mess in the kitchen. “The last time I made a mess in the kitchen was that time with the smoothies,” she mumbled quietly trying to remember the event.
It had been a hot, uncomfortably humid and sticky afternoon that Haruka had found herself inside leaning against the counter in her kitchen sweating and staring into space as Kyoya sat beside her on a stool working quietly in his notebook. She’d whined about the heat, she’d whined about being thirsty and she’d whined about having nothing to do until finally the boy had suggest she make a smoothie and get over herself. At the time Haruka had thought he’d been a little rude but she figured he had a right to be after the way she had pestered him. Hopping off the stool, she’d gone about and decided to act upon the suggestion and ended up ultimately forgetting to hold or even place the top on the blender. The mess had been insufferably tedious to clean up as she’d splattered ice-cream and yogurt all over the kitchen, and not to mention Kyoya’s notebook, but the event had ended in laughter, for her, so all had been well. Kyoya had even helped her clean up the mess and after the fact, both shared the half smoothie that had remained in the blender which totaled up to about ¼ of a cup each.
Returning to the present, Haruka smiled off into space continuing to lazily mix the brownie batter. That day the kitchen looked as if it had been turned into a paint-ball field, and back then, when they had been on speaking terms, Kyoya hadn’t let her live it down however subtle his reminders had been. Haruka still refused to think she was paranoid; she knew Kyoya made a point of reminding her just to be annoying – it wasn’t her imagination! With a contorted look, much like an irritated pout, Haruka struck the side of the bowl grouchily with the spoon and set it down. “Stupid Kyoya, stupid smoothies, stupid notebook,” she muttered. It had reminded her again.
Going about the process of spraying the non-stick stuff, spreading the batter into the pan and then standing on her tiptoes to open the oven – Haruka soon had the brownies cooking and turned to grab the bowl. Yes! The best part! “Hah, chocolate indulgement time!” the girl exclaimed making up her own word as she went along. In all honesty, the only reason Haruka loved to make brownies was so that she could lick the bowl and spoon at the end. The brownies themselves, cooked and ready, were great but the best part was the raw batter. That and the double chocolate icing afterwards. One time Haruka had eaten so much icing that she’d ended up extremely sick but ignored the protests her stomach made. She’d gone out that afternoon all dressed and ready for an event and about half-way through, she’d doubled over, clutching Kyoya’s arm and puked all over his shoes. That had been quite a day. Sometimes, when she was really angry at the boy, Haruka would wish she could go back to that day and puke on his jacket rather than his shoes.
Shaking her head at the reoccurring thought, the red-head turned around and continued spooning the batter out of the bowl as she leaned against the counter.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nabiki Kochi on Sept 14, 2010 17:50:24 GMT -8
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Biki-chan!" The name made Nabiki giggle and she let go of her best friend, bending down to pick up her dropped bag and stepped inside, allowing Haruka the room to close the white door. "I'll go ahead and run them upstairs and be right back down," she said, slipping off her flip-flops before running up the stairs. Bouncing would have been a better word for how she went up them, each step accompanied with a small skip. She passed one of the servants in Haruka's household and waved, smiling as the woman gave her a smile and a nod. Nabiki's house, while just as large as Haruka's, had no servants, at least not anymore. They use to have quite a few, or at least a normal amount, but then her mother wanted to be more "domestic" and so her father had fired them all...including the cook, which had been a personal blow to Nabiki. Setting her stuff in Haruka's room she pulled out her phone and sent a text message to a friend.
I haven't asked yet. Are you on your way?
Nabiki bit her lip for a moment before closing the device, making her way back downstairs. She had invited another friend to stay at Haruka's, the only problem was that Haruka had yet to know about it. It wasn't like Haruka would get mad or anything, in fact she might be pleased that there was another girl coming, but Nabiki really should have remembered to ask her last night. It had just slipped her mind. Her friend never got mad over anything though, at least she use to not get mad over anything. However, ever since that jerk-face Kyoya had been...well....even more of a jerk than normal, it seemed that even the brief mention of his name would cause some king of reaction from Haruka. And if she started ranting about him? Well, here's to hoping that you didn't have anything planned for the next couple of hours.
Smells came from the kitchen and Nabiki smiled, knowing the smell of cooking brownies anywhere, and she skipped her way over, stopping in the entryway as her phone buzzed.
What do you mean you haven't asked yet? Oh well, I'll almost there anyway.
Nabiki didn't bother with a response and she put the phone away, looking up. Her eye instantly went to the box of brownie mix on the counter and she tsked, shaking her head so that her ponytail moved with it. "I should have known you were using a pre-made mixture. Geesh." Nabiki liked to consider herself a professional baker, though she was nothing of the sorts, and so she hated pre-made packages of...well of anything, especially brownies and cookies. She couldn't help but laugh as she watched Haruka eat the batter from the giant bowl though and Nabiki leaned against the counter, sticking a finger in.
Sucking the batter off her finger she smiled at her best friend, "so...there's almost nothing I can do to make you hate me right?" It had to have been the most cryptic and suspicious question a person could ask their friend, but she wasn't about to give Haruka the chance to respond. "And its a good thing, because I invited another friend to stay the night. I should have asked last night, but she really needed somewhere to stay and since I was already coming over here to stay the night I offered your house." Nabiki spoke quickly, hardly a breath coming between her words, and the only time that Nabiki ever spoke so quickly was when she was nervous.
The doorbell rang and echoed through the house, causing a sheepish smile to cross over Nabiki's face before it slipped to her biting her lower lip, knowing exactly who was at the door.
Tagged:: Haruka
Notes:: ---
|
|
|
|
Post by Haruka Fujisaki on Sept 16, 2010 20:15:18 GMT -8
Haruka looked up, distracted from her musings, as she heard Nabiki tsk. Looking around for the source of the tsk, the little red-head couldn’t help but giggle as she spotted her friend glowering at the box of pre-mix. Shrugging at the comment Haruka stuck another spoonful of batter in her mouth. “This is the way I’ve always made it. Kyou-chan was too lazy to teach me the original way so I’ve stuck with this one.” the girl replied with another half shrug. She hadn’t noticed the use of the familiar nickname as it rolled off her tongue until after it was out and couldn’t be taken back. Oh well, too late. “Not that he has anything to do with brownies,” she added hastily just in case. Haruka knew Nabiki didn’t principally fancy or find anything to do with the Host Club member to be particularly correct and knew of the rather quiet, under laying layer of distaste that Nabiki had in regard of Kyoya Ootori. What she had never understood though was why. Was it the personality and rather arcane feeling it often left a person with? Was it because Haruka herself didn’t hold him in high regard?
Shrugging mentally to herself, Haruka dismissed the subject completely from her mind. She’d thought enough about that nasty boy in the past half hour to last a lifetime. Blame the repeating thoughts on the album, blame them on the brownies, blame them on anything and Haruka would be satisfied with unconsciously deceiving herself that she didn’t care. She was spending time with Nabiki and that would soon serve as enough to distract her from the stupid memories and thoughts. Shaking her head and displacing a loose curl, Haruka scraped another spoonful of batter and suddenly raised her eyebrows innocently as Nabiki spoke again letting the spoon dangle from her lips. “Hm?”
Hate her? There was nothing Nabiki could ever do to make Haruka hate her or anyone else for that matter. So perhaps she didn’t get along with everyone or sometimes fought with certain people but Haruka could never truly hate anyone. It simply wasn’t in her character and it was a pain to hold negative feelings for any extended period of time. It took a great toll on both sides and just created a big, immature mess that dragged everyone around into its midst creating negativity all around. Yuck. Besides, if she was honest with herself, Haruka would have to admit that she didn’t know how to hate anyone. Even people she was in a fight with she’d often forget and just bounce right up to them with a question.
“Hate’oo?” she asked with the spoon still in her mouth. Nabiki’s question, after coming out in full, took a moment to register in Haruka’s mind before the little red-head cocked her head to the side. Well she certainly had offered Nabiki the chance to make herself at home as usual. She guessed it didn’t matter really if someone else came over. Taking the spoon from her mouth, Haruka licked her lips. “Who is it?” she asked curiously. Haruka knew her friend was nervous by the manner she had rushed to spill the beans and the explanation was legitimate so she guessed she didn’t really mind. “I don’t mind that you invited someone as long as it’s not like a hundred people,” the girl added with a grin.
Setting the nearly emptied bowl on the counter, Haruka smacked her lips nosily and turned to examine her reflection in small mirror upon the wall beside them that lead to the hallway. A bizarre chocolate outline streaked around the periphery of her mouth and Haruka was quick to wipe it away as the doorbell suddenly rang. “Well that was quick,” she giggled. Bouncing over to the door excitedly, the red-head pulled open the white mahogany and smiled brightly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Abbey Morgen on Sept 20, 2010 17:23:08 GMT -8
Abbey rubbed the bridge of her nose as she threw all of her clothes into an overnight bag along with her toothbrush and other random crap that she wasn't too sure whether she would need or not. She wasn't use to staying over at other people's houses since she wasn't known to have too many friends, but the friend she did have had invited her over to someone's house. However, it wasn't the packing that was causing Abbey's current annoyance. It was the fact that her sister was standing in her doorway rambling away about something random that Abbey didn't actually care about. "...and they won't let me go back to Germany because..." So that's what she was moaning about, that fact that their parents are giving her the money to go visit Germany.
"They could at least tell me why! I mean come on..." Abbey slung her bag over her shoulder and stood in front of her older sister for a couple of seconds. "They're our parents, they don't have to tell you anything. Now if you'll excuse me," she said, stepping past her sister and closing her bedroom door, forcing Arabelle out of the doorway. "Where are you going?" Abbey didn't bother to respond as she made her way out of the house and towards the sidewalk, pulling out her phone. Nabiki had sent her the address and she was relatively sure that she knew where she was going. Slipping her phone back into her pocket she began to wonder if maybe she should have asked to take the car, or at least have asked for a ride.
Her phone vibrated and Abbey let out a loud groan, wondering why Nabiki hadn't asked before she was on her way to the house. But she told her not to worry about it and that she could come over anyway, that it wouldn't be a problem. Oh Abbey hoped that she was right. Stuffing her phone back into her pocket Abbey continued on her way, though she was going more slowly than she had been before. Part of her was trying to say it was because she was just giving Nabiki the time to ask her friend if it was okay. It only took another five or so minutes, even with her slow walking, for Abbey to get to the house and she hesitated slightly before ringing the doorbell.
It didn't take long for the door to open and a smiling red head smiled up at her. Abbey fiddled with the brim of her blue hat and gave a smile back, albeit a weak one. She looked behind her to spot Nabiki and then back down, "um....hi. I'm Abbey and Nabiki invited me..." She trailed off and resisted the urge to rub the back of her neck nervously.
Tagged:: Chloe
Notes:: *gags* that sucks
|
|
110 Posts 0 Likes
FOX
Offline
Host Club Member
|
Post by Hikaru & Kaoru Hitachiin on Oct 17, 2010 13:26:02 GMT -8
|
|
|
|
Post by Haruhi Fujioka on Oct 17, 2010 14:59:33 GMT -8
[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/b] Seems like each time
WHEN I’M WITH YOU I LOSE MY MIND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/b]
And here she was again, standing and staring at the crazy antics of her best friends, the twins. Honestly, she had no idea why she was even here now. Sure, she really did miss hanging out outside of the Host Club and she wanted to see Haruka, but she seemed to forget about the process of getting to the desired point. That process being the twins' stupid, humorous, dangerous ideas.
So there she stood, waiting. They were going to fall any minute now, and then that would cause them to bicker back and forth for a bit. Or blame her, which never made sense.
Soon enough, Hikaru came down, hanging upside down by a vine. Staring at him with a blunt 'I told you so' expression, she just shook her head. "You guys are going to break a bone if you don't get down soon," she lectured, rubbing her forehead. Right after she said that, another snap sounded through the air and Kaoru was sent down further, but still stuck in the vines. Smacking her forehead, she pulling out her backpack which she had decided to bring considering this was supposed to be a covert operation, which stood for 'things will definitely go wrong so bring something'. So out came a pair of scissors.
Silently she stared back at the pair, just about as stubborn as them. They could have avoided all this trouble if they just went to the front door and knocked, but of course no one would listen to the reason Haruhi held. She began to accept that the Host Club probably never would listen to her either, when it came to trying to do something "normal". Well, ok, Tamaki might, but that was it.
"You two are so stubborn," she finally sighed, coming over and cutting Hikaru free first. Then she proceeded over to Kaoru, cutting him from his imprisonment as well. Putting the scissors back into her bag, she picked it up and slung it over her shoulder again. "Can we just knock on the door now?" she frowned, crossing her arms beneath her chest.
[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color]
BECAUSE I‘M BENDING OVER BACKWARDS TO RELATE
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/b]
STATUS:: Finished
TAGGED:: Nabiki? I'm not sure who would be next tbh.
WORDS:: 350
OOC:: Thanks for letting me join guys :3 And sorry it was so short and crappy, wasn't sure what to write >.<
CREDITS:: Kazu
[/size] |
|
FOX
SPADE
KEI
OPEN
