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Post by Miyuki Arishima on Apr 14, 2011 8:26:47 GMT -5
Miyuki Arishima was quite looking forward to lunch, if she had to be honest. It was the morning’s classes that had taken a lot of the energy out of her. You see, Miyuki liked to do things ‘to the extreme’; if she was going for a walk, she would give that walk purpose and hence she put a lot of effort into her studies as well. She had a full-on approach to learning as well. So her brain was now resting, and her stomach was growling. She stuck her head into the cafeteria, as if the confirm that she was in the right place and not merely wasting her time.
Of course it was the cafeteria. There were the many tables and chairs, and there was the delectable aroma of all the food the academy’s chefs had to offer, combined into one of the most fascinating smells in existence. Miyuki placed a hand firmly on her growling stomach as she entered, wondering if people would be able to hear from far away. She approached the service area and placed her order for a lunch set B. Miyuki secretly wondered if the letters on the lunch sets had anything to do with class or quality, like the classes at school, but she figured that she liked the food in set B better, so that was what she would have.
Miyuki accepted her meal and walked away in search of a table. She mentally claimed a seat for herself by the window. As she bounced over to the table, she decided that there should have been waiters in the cafeteria. What if she had dropped her lunch all over herself? Besides, it was rather heavy. Miyuki was a fairly small girl.
She felt a surge of accomplishment upon reaching the table, especially since she had pondered the weight of her tray. Miyuki collapsed into the chair, sighing as she looked outside the window. She wondered if anyone would come and have lunch with her today; she didn’t exactly have oodles of friends. It seemed that she was often too suspicious of people, and she had pushed away a fair few potential friends in the past. But today, she decided as she looked around at the empty table, she would do her best to be fair. That was, if they were going to be fair with her. Miyuki quickly glanced to her either side before starting her lunch.
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Post by Mao Koizumi on Apr 16, 2011 5:16:05 GMT -5
Mao was beginning to fade as morning classes neared their end. She struggled to keep her eyelids from falling shut, and had left several small pink moon-shaped marks at the side of her wrist from pinching herself awake. Her thermos of coffee was nearly empty.
The return of motion and noise that came with lunchtime was a relief! Any longer sitting in that desk, and Mao was sure she would have passed out right there onto her notebook. She let out a small sigh of determination and uncapped her thermos, with intention of eradicating the rest of her drowsiness. She brought it to her lips to find only a few drops of the lukewarm beverage remaining...
Mao scowled at the empty bottle and capped it again. She couldn't risk falling asleep in any of her afternoon classes, but she was so...damn...tired. Her mother had reassured her that Yasuyuki would probably start sleeping through the night soon. "Three months is about right," she had said. "Of course, you didn't decided to sleep through the night until four months, so maybe he'll take after you?" Oh, how she hoped he wouldn't. Mao was beginning to wonder how much longer she could function like this.
The mixing smells of various cuisines ambushed her at once as she turned the corner to the dining area. She picked up hints of curry and what seemed to be American-style corndogs. Her stomach rumbled agreeably at the combination, and Mao hovered for a short moment before recovering her determination. She still had three kilos to lose, and corndogs would definitely not help... Not to mentioned she had packed a nutritious (and much cheaper) lunch this morning to eat. Couldn't let that go to waste.
Mao took a detour to the cafe to refill her hot water (she had packed a black teabag along with her bento), then set off to find a seat.
Concentrating more on the over-full water level in her thermos, she arbitrarily found her way to one of the less populated tables, setting down her thermos and paisley-print bento at the end. Mao exhaled softly with relief and glanced down the length of the table.
A couple chairs down diagonally, at the end by the window sat a pigtailed girl she didn't recognize. As their eyes met, Mao acknowledged her with a polite smile, then brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face as she sat and looked back down at her food. She didn't intend to be here very long and was hesitant to make small talk. Even so, she felt it might be mean not to say anything at all...
"Is it alright if sit here?" she asked.
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Post by Miyuki Arishima on Apr 18, 2011 1:25:23 GMT -5
Miyuki was ready to begin her meal when she heard the sound of a chair being pulled along the floor. It had come from a few seats away. Her eyes were drawn away from her food and made to focus on the girl who had just sat down. It wasn’t someone whom Miyuki recognised all too easily. Perhaps they had never met; the girl’s face really didn’t ring any bells. She had dark eyes and sightly wavy brown hair which framed her face. It could have been anyone. At her smile, Miyuki smiled warily back, wondering what she was up to.
Then she asked to sit down. There was silence for a few seconds, with only the growl of Miyuki’s stomach to break it. Placing her hand hard against her stomach, Miyuki huffed, as if to tell her abdomen to keep it down. As the sound ceased, Miyuki shook the hair out of her eyes and looked back at the girl. She supposed that there was nothing wrong with having her join her for lunch. In all of her honesty, she wasn’t exactly expecting anyone.
“Sure.” She half-murmured, before clearing her throat “Go your hardest.”
Miyuki subconsciously took hold of the tray on which her food sat, and pulled it closer towards herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t like this girl on instinct; it had more to do with the fact that she was a stranger. Who knew what her intentions were? But Miyuki had made a promise to herself today, and she knew deep down that she wouldn’t make any more friends if she was so guarded all of the time. But there was always that chance. Oh well. She figured that she’d get the formalities out of the way quickly; it seemed like her stomach wasn’t going to shut up any time soon.
“My name’s Miyuki. Miyuki Arishima. Let’s eat, yeah?”
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Post by Mao Koizumi on Apr 19, 2011 2:53:39 GMT -5
Mao noticed - more subconsciously than anything - Miyuki's slightly defensive posture. It was a split-second reaction, no more than a firing of neurons and a nearly undetectable twitch of her eyebrow. In the interest of politeness, she chose to ignore it and simply smiled back.
"Mao Koizumi," she said, returning the introduction. "Pleased to meet you. And by all means." Mao raised her chopsticks lightly in a well-mannered shrug. "Itadakimasu."
Mao wasn't as actively observing her peer, and - now that introductions had been made - turned her attention down to her lunch. She dropped the teabag into her thermos to brew, and opened up her bento. It wasn't too much; rice, leftover chicken, and a couple green side dishes. To her stomach, it was more than welcome. She had been too distracted this morning to make it look nice and decorated, and she quickly began eating in order to hide this fact a little.
Mao would be lying if she said she wasn't at all self-conscious of her meal choice, but it was something she could brush off pretty easily. Curiously enough, she had noticed homemade bentos had become somewhat of a trend among some circles of female students. (The ingredients were much more refined, of course.) It seemed to be more of a novelty than a meal, showing around designer lunches. Mao found it interesting how something she considered commonplace could be a source of such amusement. Of course, that could go both ways... Mao had been thoroughly enchanted by the enormous libraries when she first came here, but not many people seemed to share the sentiment.
After a moment of quiet eating, her attention wandered back to Miyuki. She looked on the younger side, though perhaps it was just the pigtails. Her blue eyes caught her attention; they weren't the most common sight in Japan, and she thought they were quite pretty.
"So, what year are you?" she said, trying to fill the silence. Mao wasn't great at making small talk, but it seemed that the silence could become awkward if drawn out much longer. Especially in comparison to the tables around them that seemed to bubble with lunchtime conversation. "I'm a junior, by the way, even though its technically my first year here."
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Post by Miyuki Arishima on Apr 20, 2011 5:03:02 GMT -5
To Mao’s gestures, Miyuki smiled softly and bowed her head. Of course it was out of courtesy; she would have wanted to be acknowledged had it been her in that girl’s shoes. She watched on for a while as Mao quietly tucked into her lunch. It looked like a bento box. This made Miyuki turn to her lunch set in slight disdain; it really did seem that all of the girls lately were having their family chefs prepare specialised lunched for them. So it was settled; the next day, Miyuki would have her own designer lunch, and hers would be utterly fabulous.
Mao had finally broken the silence, which pleased Miyuki. There was nothing pleasant about an awkward silence, and it so happened that she hadn’t found a good enough way in which to break it. What year was she in? Miyuki felt smug; she enjoyed teasing people with that question. So Mao was a junior. This was something that Miyuki found to be a little surprising; in her opinion, the girl sitting across from her had sort of a baby face, meaning that she could pass for a freshman easily. Her brow furrowed as she wondered what country Mao could have been from. Her name didn’t exactly scream ‘exotic country’ but sometimes you never knew with people. Or maybe she was rather like herself; Japanese but with a tendency to wander about the globe.
“I’m a sophomore” she said after she had swallowed a mouthful of her food and set her chopsticks down. “and I drift in and out.” Miyuki shovelled another scoop of rice into her mouth while she pondered her thoughts. It sounded good in her head, but it made her sound like she was some sort of delinquent. She certainly wasn’t of that sort. When she referred to her ‘drifting’, Miyuki meant her years of middle school, beginning at Ouran Academy, but that fell apart in time. Her father announced a two-year concert tour of the world around when Miyuki completed her first year of middle school, and not long after her best friend had left and moved to Spain. Anyway, she went along with him; she could always pay for a group of top-quality tutors, but she couldn’t pay to replace the time she would have missed with her father. The tour finished in time for Miyuki to begin high school in Japan.
‘What I mean is... I was abroad for a while with my dad. I don’t skip school or anything like that.”She added soon after with an air of prejudice in her voice. Having people think that she was some riff-raff outlaw-type of person was one of the last things that Miyuki wanted. “So it’s your first year, huh?” She downed another mouthful of rice. “If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” It was necessary, but sometimes fun, to ask questions.
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Post by Mao Koizumi on Apr 20, 2011 22:29:10 GMT -5
{Note: Since the geographical location of Ouran is never really discussed, I'm just assuming its somewhere off to the side of a higher-class area of Tokyo. Of course, it's on the edge of a city with all social classes, so people like Haruhi and Mao living within reasonable distance is not out of the question... Btw, Nakano is part of Tokyo.}
Mao smiled, finding Miyuki's air of sophistication amusing. "You really don't seem the type to skip out on school," she agreed.
Abroad? How interesting. Where abroad, though? The States? Or perhaps Europe? Africa? She pictured Miyuki and her father - a very tall businessman with sunglasses in her mental picture - riding a safari jeep through Savannah scenes from the nature channel... How exciting. Mao blinked away the absurd image and paused to take another bite.
She had never been out of the country... She had scarcely been out of Tokyo. Her mom's parents lived in the Hokkaido countryside, and she had been to visit them several times as a child. They were very strict, traditional, and quiet people... Mao always wondered how somebody as kinetic as her mother had ever managed there.
They had apparently "lost touch" after hearing news of their great-grandchild.
"I'm just from around here," she said, glancing out the window. "Born and raised in Nakano." Probably where she would always be. She smiled and turned back to her. "Not too exciting," she added with a shrug.
Mao checked her tea: nice and dark. She pulled out the teabag and set it in an empty compartment of her bento box, then replaced the cap on her thermos.
"What about you?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Miyuki Arishima on Apr 21, 2011 7:21:14 GMT -5
( Toshima is a place in Tokyo as well. I tried looking for distinctively rich areas but I didn't have much luck.)
Miyuki nodded her head. That’s right; she didn’t look the type to skip out on school. She thought of herself to be considerably well groomed. If that wasn’t the case, then it appeared that her family’s team of staff wasn’t doing their job to the best of their ability. As Mao-senpai continued to talk about her - let’s face it – rather dull upbringing, she took a few sips of her tea and nodded some more, making some ‘hmm’ noises to let her know she was showing some interest.
In her opinion, Mao seemed alright. Calm, casual, fairly pleasant to have lunch with. Then she asked where Miyuki was from. Did that mean where she lived? Or where she grew up? It was such a complex question for one which consisted of so little words. She didn’t want to disclose too much information; about how she had spent nearly every summer since she was seven in the United States with her mother, or about the precise location of each house where she had possessions. There were too many, anyway. The point was that she had just met this girl, and Miyuki ultimately didn’t really know what would become of this conversation.
“Well I’m Japanese too.” Miyuki added. This sounded safe. She swallowed a mouthful of her lunch as she thought of what else to say. “My dad-” she paused to correct herself “my parents had a place in Toshima when I was little” She smiled softly to herself; it had been a while since she mentioned her parents in the same sentence. “But we’ve moved all around Tokyo since then.”
As much as Miyuki enjoyed talking about herself, she decided to direct the attention back to Mao. It was a little odd that this girl had only suddenly transferred to Ouran Academy if she was born and raised in Japan. If she was a foreigner, it would have been much more understanding. What was it then? Perhaps she was ... well, the possibility was very slim; she had only heard of a handful of commoner students attending the school. But still, there was a chance that it could be true. Her homemade bento box and nonchalant attitude only made things seem more likely. However, there was the much more possible chance that everything would backfire, had Miyuki asked the question directly. She had to find out in a way that was more subtle.
“You know, I think I enjoy travelling a bit too much!”She put her hand to her mouth as she chuckled. “Do you have a favourite holiday spot?” If this girl really was a commoner, then the poor thing probably wouldn’t have even left Japan.
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Post by Mao Koizumi on May 4, 2011 4:38:59 GMT -5
Mao glanced back at her food, hesitating for a second. It was pretty clear what Miyuki was getting at. Not that she meant it in mean spirit, of course, probably just curiosity. Maybe confirming the suspicion that her modest bento and the nuances in behavior separating her from her peers may have brought on.
She took a sip of her tea, buying a couple seconds more.
Mao felt a slight hesitance take grip on her gut at the imminent direction of this conversation. Her mindset was generally against sharing too much, but she figured avoiding the question would probably be worse. It was best to hide in as much truth as possible.
"Actually," Mao said, looking back up. She didn't look shameful, trying her best to approach it casually. "We usually vacation pretty close to home. Going out of country is too expensive." She smiled, trying to keep things light.
"I come from a more-or-less average income family," she said, coming right out with it. "I'm here on scholarship." Mao didn't know exactly how she would react... Curiosity? Aversion? Honestly, she wasn't sure which one to hope for.
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Post by Miyuki Arishima on May 5, 2011 4:54:14 GMT -5
A smug grin quickly grew on Miyuki’s face; she really did enjoy being right. She began tapping the fingers of her left hand lightly against the table, while the other hand rested on her chin. She could eat at any old time; it definitely wasn’t every day when she was unveiled with a bombshell as delightful as this. It made her feel a great amount more knowledgeable, more in control of the situation, plus these things always boosted her ego. The fact that Mao was looking rather unsure suggested to her that perhaps this girl was supposed to be keeping her status a secret. She thought it made sense herself; if she were a commoner in an environment like Ouran Academy, she wouldn’t want people to know either.
“Hmm” Her eyebrows were raised. “You know, part of me thought so. From my experiences with commoners,” Miyuki scooped up some rice with her chopsticks and ate it "most of them seem to be quite shy, like yourself... and your lunch” she gestured to Mao’s simple bento with a wave of one hand “I mean it’s cute, sure, but most girls’ bento boxes tend to be a little more ... elaborate, yeah?”
She took a sip of her tea to let her speech sink in. “Well, I suppose you’re doing alright in other respects.” Miyuki assumed that she was correct; that Mao was keeping it a secret. “Like you can actually afford the uniform. Did you know that the scholarship student in my year came to school in...” She looked at the ceiling as she tried to come up with the right words to describe the ... interesting pieces that Haruhi Fujioka used to wear “... ‘casual’ clothes before the Host Club bought him a uniform?” Miyuki swallowed a few more mouthfuls of her food as she pondered what she has just said. Mao, the poor thing, was common; it was probably best to lay off the joking. “Well, I guess that you must be really smart to get in here then, aren’t you?" It wasn't really worded like a question. "Don’t be shy!” Her smile grew; Miyuki wondered if she was beginning to scare the girl off.
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Post by Mao Koizumi on May 7, 2011 3:07:37 GMT -5
Mao's expression dulled slightly with anticipation as Miyuki's turned smug. She wasn't fond of being looked down upon, though she could to some extent understand where the view came from. These upper-class kids were sheltered from the some parts of the world, probably more than they realized. But - rationalizations aside - it still irked her a bit.
Mao wondered if she really came off as shy – not that it would necessarily be a bad thing. People tended to leave the shy ones alone. She looked down at her lunch, almost finished at this point… Miyuki obviously wasn’t dumb; she had picked up on a lot of the little things.
She took a hearty swig of her strong tea and tried to bring her focus back to the conversation at hand. Sometimes it helped to just focus on the words, and not what lied behind them.
“Fujioka-san,” she mused. She’d heard the name. He was another scholarship student, a year below her. Though they hadn’t actually met, she’d passed him in the hall once or twice and could recognize his face. He seemed fairly normal, except for the whole Host Club thing… “Can’t say I’ve met him, but I know who he is. In the Host Club, right?”
As for the uniform, Mao had only just finished paying that off with the help of an extra job. She didn’t blame the guy for having trouble affording it… Maybe that’s why he was with the Host Club? For financial support?
“And yeah, I guess my brains are what got me here,” she said with a modest shrug and a smile. “I’d like a chance for a good future, you know, and Ouran looks pretty shiny on a college application.” She scraped some of her remaining rice into another mouthful.
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Post by Miyuki Arishima on May 8, 2011 2:46:32 GMT -5
Miyuki wasn’t surprised; she had expected Mao to retreat further into herself as the conversation went on. She thought that perhaps she was coming off a little more egotistical than normal, and Miyuki didn’t really intend it for it to be that way. Still, the baby-faced girl in front of her seemed to show signs of discomfort as she took quite a deliberate swig of her tea. It was like when people on television drank beer to get rid of their troubles, and loosen up. Although Miyuki was quick to bring the two situations together, she didn’t think that tea would have the same sort of effect. Maybe it was a psychosomatic thing.
The fact that Mao knew who Fujioka-san was disproved Miyuki’s theory about her living under a rock. It was something she had pondered momentarily when the girl didn’t immediately recognise her last name. Evidently, the girl didn’t listen to music when she studied.
“Yeah, he’s in the Host Club.” Miyuki couldn’t help but scoff a little bit; she figured that an honour student would be able to put two and two together. “I’ve only visited the club once or twice myself, so I don’t know him a great deal.” While she, too, had spoken to Fujioka-san on the odd occasion, the fact that he was forever off with the Hitachiin brothers made the opportunities for conversation few and far between. Sure, they were nice when they wanted to be, and easy on the eyes, but Miyuki was smart enough to avoid that little group altogether. They were a little too unpredictable for her liking. “Apparently, he’s quite popular. The Natural Type, whatever that’s supposed to mean.” Miyuki moved her fingers as if to make quotation marks “Suoh-senpai seems to be very proud of him anyway.”
Miyuki sought to change the topic of conversation from the Host Club, at least, until she knew a great deal more about it. She didn’t like discussing things of which she wasn’t fully informed. Her right hand reached for the teacup in front of her and she, too, took a sip. There wasn’t much of it left now, and her food had since disappeared into her stomach. Thankfully, Mao had changed the subject for her, choosing to discuss academia. She was discussing applying for a university, and while she did so, Miyuki shook her head and smiled.
“You do know that Ouran Academy has a university, yeah?” She wondered what the scholarship entailed exactly; Miyuki had never discussed these sorts of things with Fujioka-san, and why would she? “Or did you want to study abroad or something?” She groaned and placed her hand over her eyes. Gosh, commoners were so hard to talk to! It felt as if she had to try twice as hard to not act insensitively. Of course Mao wouldn’t be able to afford going abroad. She had never gone before, why would she go now? Miyuki had to put her words together much more carefully. “Sorry; you know what I mean. Did you want to do something ... specific?”
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Post by Mao Koizumi on May 9, 2011 3:39:14 GMT -5
Mao nodded along as Miyuki confirmed the Fujioka-san was indeed in the Host Club. She was a bit surprised that this girl wasn't another enthusiastic fan promoting the odd extracurricular activity. Almost pleasantly surprised. Honestly, the Host Club was something that she just didn't really understand. When she thought of Host Club, she thought of bored middle-aged women being entertained by younger men. Her mother spoke ill of them, calling them “fancy cougar traps”.
Applying this to high school students was something she had to wonder about. Were these people really that bored? Being flattered and paid affection to was an undeniably enjoyable experience…but without sincerity, did it have a point?
A couple of the members were in her year, but she hadn’t had a chance to meet either of them personally. They seemed normal enough in class.
“Oh no, it’s okay,” she said, brushing off the mishap with a smile and a wave. It wasn’t really offensive, but the fact that Miyuki cared enough to apologize was nice. For all of her smugness, she did seem pretty considerate.
“And yeah, I know about Ouran U.,” she said with a teasing roll of the eyes and a nod towards the window, from which the first of the towering university buildings could be seen beyond the stretches of gardens and mazes. “And…I’m not sure if I’ll go there or not. It depends if my scholarship is renewed. If it is, I won’t pass up free college. Otherwise I’ll probably end up applying somewhere more affordable.” She smiled and paused to shut her now-empty bento box. “The scholarship I have now is for high school. When I graduate, I can apply for a college renewal based on my grade standing,” she explained.
Of course, it would probably depend on a lot more than that. There was a whole two years between now and then. Yasuyuki would be walking and talking in that time. Could she really stay under the radar until then? Either way, she would prefer to turn the subject back to Miyuki. …Arishima. That did sound familiar. One of her mother’s favorite musicians went by that name.
He had also liked that music. They had. She had stopped listening since.
It could just be coincidence. Then again, this was Ouran.
“I guess I’m not really sure what I want to do, specifically,” she said with a shrug. “What about you? Any particular aspirations? Family business, perhaps?”
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Post by Miyuki Arishima on May 10, 2011 6:07:50 GMT -5
Miyuki shrugged as she played with the last morsels of her lunch. She stirred the last few rice grains around the bowl with her chopsticks in figure eights, before gobbling them up in one final mouthful. The bowl shone in its emptiness; that was lunch beaten. She thought it strange that Ouran wouldn’t extend their scholarship with Mao through to university; they should at least have a couple on offer. To her, it made no sense as to why the school would invest so much into a handful of students without even seeing them through to the end. If she was going to have to suffice with a cheap community college, what was the point of the scholarship in the first place? Miyuki had trouble making sense of it all, although she supposed that if Mao kept her grades up throughout high school, she could get a scholarship into a fairly prestigious university as well. Maybe somewhere abroad.
“We’ll just have to see how it goes then, yeah?” From what she could tell, Mao was probably the studious, no-nonsense type. She looked as though she took her position quite seriously. Besides, nothing really dramatic was going to happen between now and the time of her graduation, right? Miyuki huffed quietly and smiled; she wondered what would constitute as ‘dramatic’ from a commoner’s perspective.
Then the topic of conversation shifted to herself, and her family. Miyuki sighed; maybe Mao did live under a rock after all. Then again, there were a ton of kids here who were expected to take over a family business. It made Miyuki feel rather lucky, knowing that she could essentially do whatever she wanted with her life. Rather than inherit a business, she could start up her own, if she so chose.
“Well- ” She picked up the cup in front of her and swirled it. It appeared empty at first but there was enough for one last sip. “Dad said that he’ll always be proud of me, no matter what I choose to do, but he’s fairly dead-set on me finishing high school.” She knew first-hand how challenging show business was as a profession. You had to be very composed, and the hours were quite demanding. One moment could make or break your career, and you always needed some other skill to fall back on if things didn’t go your way. “I don’t know if I’d go and follow in his footsteps. I mean, it’s really rewarding being able to see the world, and know that your music is making people happy. Plus it’d be heaps of fun getting out there, having a ton of fans...” Her blue eyes drifted from Mao and out of the window as she drifted into a brief fantasy.
After becoming aware of her actions, she cleared her throat and continued on with the conversation. “But at the same time, people can be very cruel, yeah?" She supposed that it was like that in every field of work, but it did hurt her when the tabloids made up rumours about her father. If (who was she kidding? It was when) things like that started to happen to her as she got older, she didn’t want her dad to feel guilty because she couldn’t handle it. Not that she thought she was weak or anything. Still, Miyuki was never one hundred percent certain about entering the music business, despite that it was something that the public almost expected. “That and I suppose I’m not as charismatic as my dad” Her mouth curled into something resembling a scowl. Miyuki wondered why she was talking about her faults to this person who she barely knew. Her eyes flickered about the room for a clock; it seemed it was only a matter of time before lunch was over.
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Post by Mao Koizumi on May 12, 2011 4:26:01 GMT -5
((Sorry for the delay! Dx It was the worst NE assignment yet this term and it was well after 3am by the time I got done. It was either go to bed or subject you to word-barf that is reserved only for essays put off until the very last minute.))
Mao listened as Miyuki spoke about her future plans. Her theory about her father seemed more and more likely as the conversation progressed, though Mao felt slightly reluctant to ask right-out. Perhaps she would mention it herself?
Her previous mental safari image shifted slightly; the man on the cover of her mom's CD's was a lot easier to imagine in a khaki hat and binoculars than the stuffy businessman type she had put in before. Not that it looked any less bizarre... She took another sip of tea, willing herself to wake up more. There was a lot left to do before she could sleep.
It finally became definitive in her mind as Miyuki began to talk about world travel and fans. Looking at her more closely, she did share a few facial features with the rock star; her cheeks and the shape of her jawline.
She wondered what it must be like to be the child of somebody so famous... Probably not an easy slice of life in some aspects. While she could do and be anything she wanted, she would always be defined by her father.
"Yeah," she agreed, eyes darkening slightly as her mind seemed to touch on something - someone - else. But only for a moment. "People are harsh. Especially when there's so many people watching..." She paused to take another sip of tea. "Being famous must be hard."
"But I guess if music is what you love doing, it might be worth it," she said with a shrug. Mao could swear Miyuki seemed a little insecure, as if she had confessed something. Some part her saw this as a chance to distance herself again, but instead she found herself trying to lighten the mood.
"There's no hurry. We're still in high school," she pointed out with a light-hearted smile. "There's still years to make all these important decisions." She shrugged and followed Miyuki's gaze to the clock on the wall. Lunchtime was nearly over; she figured she should get going to class pretty soon. Still staring, she added, "May as well enjoy our time here while we can."
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Post by Miyuki Arishima on May 20, 2011 4:32:46 GMT -5
( I am SO sorry. It's getting near the end of semester so things are getting a little hectic. Also, I reckon this thread is nearly done .. so I have no idea what we're going to do after that haha. Maybe if more people log on XD Or we could organise an after school thing.... Again! Sorry! I know this post is fairly bad, but it's like a wrap-up!)
Miyuki smiled softly, glad that Mao was changing the subject. Sure, as much as she liked to talk about herself, she wasn’t essentially in control of the situation. It was like for every question that Miyuki was shooting at this girl, she was given one back quick-smart. That wasn’t how it normally worked. Still, Miyuki thought as she twirled one of her pigtails with her finger, it wasn’t the most unpleasant lunch.
She and Mao were still watching the clock, positioned on a wall above them. Miyuki was craning her neck slightly, but she didn’t mind; her eyes were fixated on the second hand ticking uniformly over every second. She huffed; it seemed that Mao was trying to be witty, making a pun about the time. Was this her method of flattery? She couldn’t say for sure.
“You bet! I mean, we’re not seniors just yet.” She added that for Mao’s sake; Miyuki knew for certain that she could enjoy her time at Ouran as much as she wanted, regardless of what her age. But for people like Mao, well ... she’d probably be much more focused on her grades so that she could get into a decent college. “Wait a minute.” Miyuki’s hand released its grip on her hair. She pointed one finger to the ceiling as if she wanted to prove a point, or she had an idea. This particular pointing was because of the latter. It was an idea about Mao, more or less. “Do you-?” Miyuki could feel the direction in this conversation; she wasn’t going to let this girl who she hardly knew bring the topic back to family life again. “It sounded like you wanted to say something else.” She quickly glanced at the clock again; if she and Mao were going to keep talking, it may have to wait. Within minutes, lunch was going be over for another day.
(EDIT: To make everything that should be bold... bold!)
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