A Different Solution »Furuba Private RP~After school~«

Have you been capitilizing your I's?

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[-_Whimsy Desu_-]

白Mashiro Fukui白

x—ƆʊЯιοʊƨ ομτʃɪԀεӷ

Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe
that everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving
And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face
makes me wish that I was never brought into this place


Okay, so, her insane sense of a story and her 'incorrigible snooping,' as her grandmother so wonderfully put it, Mashiro was a bit of a weirdo. But that didn't bother her, the sense of a story and the investigating were part of who she was, and that was a journalist to be!

She blinked, then grinned. "I know where it is! I've done a couple recon missions, but have never actually gotten the guts up to go inside. If only I were a year younger! There's a third year class with three Sohmas! Three! If I were in that class, I could befriend one, and get int here that way, but I guess sneaking in is the only way..." she rambled, placing her hands together, her face lighting up in anticipation.

"So, Karakura-san, you're going on a dare? All the more fun! I've never really been dared to do anything, but I do some pretty crazy stuff while investigating anyway." she said with a shrug, skipping around to walk backwards in front of her companions.

And someday, I promise I'll be gone
And someday, I might even sing this song
To you, I might even sing this song, to you
and I was crying alone tonight
and I was wasting all of my life just thinking of you
So just come back we'll make it better
So Just come back I'll make it
better than it ever was

[[.fuzzy.neko.]]

Chise Matsumoto
"Oh, you want to buy me a drink? Lucky me~."

Episodes and parallels,
Don't you want the invitation?
Big bright accent, catty smile,
Oscar Wilde confrontation.

Chise listened to them chatter back and forth boredly. Yeah, she'd probably tag along, so long as she had a slight buzz while doing so. That always made her more agreeable, anyways, so at least she'd have a little fun. Or just be a huge liability and get them all caught, which... would probably be funny to her at that time. Until the cops were called and she spent the night in jail because of her bubbly, nosey companions. Then she'd probably be a bit less happy, and a little more pissed off.

"Wait, wait, wait," Chise butted in suddenly, looking to Mashiro with disbelieving eyes. Did she.... really just say she'd make friends with someone to use them? Basically, right? Okay, now, Chise wasn't exactly innocent. She drank, she had sex, she screwed up and moved on. But she didn't enjoy others admitting to wanting to use others! People had used her enough to where the fact of the matter was, it hurt a little to think about, and she was definitely far from proud of it! "You'd make friends just to use them? They aren't animals, you know, I'm sure they wouldn't like to be treated as such,"

How very, very ironic. Because, in true fact, they were animals. Or... could turn into them. But Chise was blissfully unaware of that, so she could speak as if they weren't and truly believe it. Sighing gently, she closed her eyes and raised a hand to press some of her short brown hair away from her face. Her mood turned placid again, falling back into concentrating on where they were going. The hem of her skirt swished smoothly still as she swung her hips without even realizing it. Oh well~.

They came to another corner, and she pressed the button again for the crosswalk, watching the little red 'stop' hand flashing at them. Impatiently she waited, giving another faint sigh. She wanted her booze, dammit!

Ah, Live like it's the style,
When we waltz on your front porch.
We are all our-own devil,
We are all our-own devil.

[[.fuzzy.neko.]]

Masahiro Sohma
"I'm shades of gray, not just black or white."

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way,
But now these days are gone.
I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind..


Masahiro laughed at Saku's words. Okay, now that he thought about it, that pretty much did sound dirty. Oh well. He'd said dirtier things before, and meant them to sound that way, so it wasn't all that embarrassing to him. Though, he could have made a teasing comment about his love having a dirty mind.. or being a closet pervert, or something of that sort. But Masahiro held his tongue and just winked playfully at Saku.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Saku," Masahiro murmured, feigning innocence. He smiled widely as Saku asked if he wanted to head back to the God's room. Never once growing up did the ox ever think that Saku, his God and head of their family, would ever ask him back to the man's bedroom in that way. But now that he was meaning it that way, Masahiro would be happy to oblige. Though, he didn't have to, because Saku seemed to be ready to take charge, and told him that they were going, rather than asking. And damn, that just made the man hotter to Masahiro.

Excitedly, he allowed himself to be lead back to Saku's bedroom, glancing down at their joined hands. How odd that he'd never thought about them being together like this until Saku had decided to tempt him. And after that, the floodgates were opened, and it would be too big of a bother to close them again. Not to mention that this felt too right to close them. Really, Saku had been the last person he'd expect to actually want to be in a relationship with. Not because he was undesirable, or anything of that sort.

But Masahiro was the ox. Wasn't he supposed to be one of the stupider of the zodiac? Really, the only animal that even sounded close to the God's level would be the dragon. But no... the God wanted the ox, and there was no doubt that Masahiro wanted the God just as much. And Masahiro had known him all his life, so it wasn't a random stranger he was hooking up with, for once. Perhaps that's why the ox liked this so much. Saku wasn't a stranger, wouldn't ditch him the next day, and they already knew one another.

Amusedly, he entered the man's bedroom and gazed around at the familiar layout of the room, before turning and watching Saku lock the door. He smiled at Saku's words. Alone. So very temptingly alone. His smile only widened more as the man stepped close to him.

"Finally," He replied, closing the distance and pressing his hands on either side of Saku's hips and pulling them together. Unable to help himself, he pressed his lips excitedly against Saku's, noticing vaguely that Saku was just a little bit taller than him. But that thought drifted off as he focused on deepening their kiss, tongue practically begging Saku for entrance.

I've opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,
And I do appreciate you being 'round.
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me..

[Pure Rose Artemis]

❝Τнε Ναмε's Higε!❞

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♫ I'm hot and you're cold
I'm yes and you're no ♪

Turning away from his kohai, Hige faced the two girls in answer. "Huh-good question Damionica-chan. I hadn't thought about that yet! Good thing there's two smart people helping me out, otherwise I'd be completely hopeless!" The dog started to laugh carelessly, then he remembered the red-head. "Shizuki, these are my classmates! Hami-chan, and Damionica-chan! Ladies, this is my friend from art school!"

♪ I'm in then you're out
I'm up then you're down ♫

[Dolphina_Cerulean]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+Dog's Counterpart+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Damionica' Anjelluna Kokoro
-The Bookworm-

~~Mood/Feelings~
~Shy, friendly, fawning over Hige, slightly and unexplainably jealous of Hami~~


Daminonica smiled. She felt warm because he called her smart. She didn't get why this had this effect. "Thank you." She nodded when she was introduced and smiled when he was.She was still quite obviously shy. "N-nice to meet you....." She held out her hand, half open but ready to pull back any second.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

[Sakura_Yammy_Honda]

『Μìωαкσ

● I ain't equipment, I ain't automatic ●
° You won't find me just staying static °
● Don't you give me any orders ●
° For people like me, there is no o r d e r °

Καŗαкuŗα』

Ah, manipulation. Something she wasn't really good at. If she was, she could have gotten away with so much more at him. If she was adept at manipulating her parents, then she could get away with leaving her brothers at home to take care of themselves or taking them along for some of the less dangerous things she did. She did love her little brothers, but couldn't spend her entire life looking after them the way her parents wanted her to. She wasn't a good role model. Hell, she wasn't a role model at all. To her, it seemed that Mashiro's desire to befriend one of the Sohma to get inside their home was manipulative, but she had almost problems with it. Yeah, it sounded a little weird and wrong, but a lot of stuff she did was weird and wrong. People shouldn't interfere with the rights of others unless their own rights were being infringed. Did befriending someone for one's own ends count as interfering with their rights?

Chise didn't seem to think very highly of it. Hearing the girl's voice, Miwako turned her head and blinked when she saw the disbelief in her eyes. Whoa, did Chise have strong convictions or whatever it was called? Now, why was that? She wanted so badly to ask, but kept her mouth shut until the girl finished what she had to say. To interrupt now would be rude and she didn't want to drive a potential friend away by being her usual blunt self. She followed silently, listening to Chise, and waited beside her at the crosswalk.

"Matsumoto-san, I don't think she meant it that way," Miwako finally said with such a look of sober seriousness that it seemed out of place on her normally hyperactive face. "And if she did . . . Well, I can't really say much about that. I don't have friends. Never did. I don't really know if it'd be wrong to use them just to get something, but I'm guessing that would interfere with their rights 'cause all people have certain rights that shouldn't be messed with. Everyone's free to do whatever the hell they want. If they get in trouble or end up interfering with the rights of others, then humankind's freedom turns into . . . Umm . . ." The seriousness disintegrated as Miwako laughed, her face returning to its cheery, clueless expression again. Giving intelligent speeches wasn't something she did very well. "You know, I forgot where I was going with this . . ."


￭ ￭ ￭ Сŗαzy Сαт


▶ ▷ At least I know what I wanna be ◁ ◀


Сσuитеŗραŗт ￭ ￭ ￭

[Silent Misfit]

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It didn't take long at all for Masahiro to get excited with him. His lips against Saku's sent a buzz through the God's body, like the feeling you get before something really exciting happens that you know is coming. That odd sensation of energy mixed with sugar, pure sugar. A sugar rush... No, much, much better. Saku enjoyed it, and kissed back without any thought.

Being close like this still felt too far. He pushed as close as he could, allowing Masahiro entrance. He bent back against the door, leaning himself against it and pulling the ox against him to he was pressed between the cold door and Masahiro's hot body. The excitement grew and he gave a small throat laugh as he continued kissing Masahiro.

Like the naughty guy he seemingly was now, one leg wrapped needingly around Masahiro, his right arm holding against his shoulder, his left tangled in his hair. There was no better position to be in.

Well... He could think of another. It was very dirty though, and he wasn't just going to let Masahiro have it just like that. He was going to tease the ox like he had done to Saku in the other room. If Masahiro wanted it to go farther, he had to be forceful. Honestly, it was a real turn-on for Saku to see Masahiro bossing him, the God around when he got the guts up to do so. Though, Saku would never admit to it.

So, he was going to make Masahiro figure it out himself. If he wanted more, he'd have to be commanding and forceful. Now... Why would the family head want something like that? 'Cause he was tired of being the highest thing and having nothing to look up to himself. He wanted someone who wouldn't be afraid of him when he threw fits over things, or would be more then willing to act higher then imself. No... Not just anyone. Just Masahiro.

If anyone else dared to try it they'd be dead as faster then they could apologize. The ox was different though. He loved Masahiro, and wanted him to control Saku. With that thought, he pressed his lips harder to the ox's, hoping his response would be filled with just as much--If not greater--force in return.

XXX† Sometimes I think I'm Going Crazy †XXX

[[.fuzzy.neko.]]

Masahiro Sohma
"I'm shades of gray, not just black or white."

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way,
But now these days are gone.
I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind..


His mind raced at an intoxicatingly fast pace, though about what, he couldn't really tell. He almost laughed as the God pulled them to the door, but he refused and instead let his tongue do the talking against Saku's. Slowly-- which at the moment seemed impossible-- his mind counted the layers between them. Shirt, vest, shirt. Three? Depending on if Saku had anything under the black cloth of his shirt or not. Though, no doubt he'd get curious soon and need to check. Just in case, right?

He held in a slight moan as he felt Saku's leg wrap around him and the man's hand tangled into his gray hair. They were close now, but close wasn't as good as pressed skin to skin. Three layers, maybe four. Those were all that seperated them for now. And, honestly, he wasn't sure how long those layers were going to last between them. Masahiro would be the first to admit he wanted Saku. Badly. And no doubt that Saku wouldn't deny wanting to be pressed bare chest to bare chest. Though, whether that would be against the door or elsewhere, Masahiro hadn't planned yet.

Because for now, he was happy merely to press his lips challengingly against Saku's as the man put more pressure against his own. Left hand pressed hard against the door, steadying them both as Masahiro's body grew heated against the wet material of his school uniform. Well, that would probably look a little kinky later. A goth and a school boy. Hm. Well, Masahiro would ponder that later. He was a little busy at the moment.

Breathlessly, he pulled his mouth from Saku's, right hand grasping desperately against the man's hip and pressing them together just a tad bit harder again. His lip trailed across the man's jaw, planting sloppy kisses against his skin, before dropping down to his neck. Lips planted hard against Saku's neck, beginning on another hickey for his love. His teeth nipped playfully against the skin, sucking hard and alternating licking and biting and sucking the delicate skin. In his mind, he no longer heard 'God.' No, Saku had told him yesterday not to call him that. Not Saku-dono, or God. Just Saku. Plain Saku. Though the man wasn't plain right now. Not to Masahiro, who was busy bruising and blemishing the once smooth, delicate flesh.

He groaned longingly, his hand moving from Saku's hip and up his shirt, fingertips dancing carefully against the soft, pale skin.

I've opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,
And I do appreciate you being 'round.
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me..

[-_Whimsy Desu_-]

白Mashiro Fukui白

x—ƆʊЯιοʊƨ ομτʃɪԀεӷ

Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe
that everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving
And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face
makes me wish that I was never brought into this place


Mashiro put her hands up, palms out, laughing slightly. "No, no! Matsumoto-san, that's not what I meant at all! I never meant it that way, I only meant that it would be easier to get in! I'd make friends with them because I think they're intersting people, and learn more about the family that way. I would never use someone like that!" she protested, feeling embarassed that it had come out like that.

She looked at Miwako as the other girl spoke, around the same time that Mashi did. She smiled. "That's alright, Karakura-san. It sounded good. Better than something I could come up with." she said with a laugh, then tapped the side of her head. "I can get the info and remember it, but as for writing it down intelligently... Well, not so much." she said with a grin.

Yeah, despite a lot of things that pointed to it, Mashiro wasn't all that great at school. She hardly passed, but she worked her a** off in order to do so. Now, maybe if she didn't stay up late investigating things, she wouldn't be in theis predicament, but hey, it was who she freaking was.

And someday, I promise I'll be gone
And someday, I might even sing this song
To you, I might even sing this song, to you
and I was crying alone tonight
and I was wasting all of my life just thinking of you
So just come back we'll make it better
So Just come back I'll make it
better than it ever was

[-_Whimsy Desu_-]

歩夢Hikaru Sohma歩夢

x—Ԋᶐᵱᶋᶒʂʂ ԊoƦʂᶒ

See me crawling on the floor
Is this what you've been longing for?
Is this enough do you want more?
Go on if it makes you soar

Finally. School was over, and she could get out of this hell hole. She stood up, the classroom was empty now, because the girl had dozed off and hadn't realized the bell had rung until now. She picked up the backpack that sat next to her chair and slung it over her shoulder, then walked out of the classroom. She sighed, god, she hated coming to this place every day. At least tomorrow was a Sunday, and she didn't have to come to this stupid place.

She exited the building, walking down the front steps and letting her eyes scan the area. She noticed Hige by the tree with two females and a red-haired boy whom she didn't recognize. Come to think of it, she didn't recognize the dark-haired female either, but the little blue-haired girl was the one from the night before. She sighed. He was always like that. Unlike her, he seemed to make friends easily, there he was, chatting away in a group, while here she was, having been here at the school longer and with only a one fangirl she talked to without feeling the urge to punch something. Huh. Well, Hikaru wasn't really the social type.

Something hot surged in her chest, though she didn't recognize the feeling. She took it as irritability for the night before, and kept walking. She wanted to get home, now. The horse didn't feel like hanging around the school any more than she had to.

You hate my face, my sweet embrace
You hate me when I'm all around
Enjoy it when I'm burning down

[Silent Misfit]

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When Masahiro's kisses trailed down his skin, stopping and making a love bite on his neck, Saku wondered absent mindedly if they could go all the way instead of stopping in the middle like last time. Hopefully no one else found their counterpart and switched places again. He did not not want this moment with Masahiro to be ruined again. He just might loose it if that happened.

The God shuddered lightly as he felt the touch of Masahiro's fingers touch and make his body grow heated as well. There wasn't any tension in the room, just hot, sexy lust. Saku could feel every hit of it too, making him impatient, but willing to wait more until Masahiro demanded it from him instead of the other way around. His hand tightened on his shoulder and his leg grasped his lower half so there wasn't any escape.

"Masahiro... I really want you." He broke finally. If the ox knew, would he stop teasing him? Anymore and he'd loose it. Masahiro's touch, his smell, his taste... It was all exotic and absolutely amazing. He shifted, letting his hand that held the soft gray hair stroke and play with the strands, going low to caress the back of his neck.

XXX† Sometimes I think I'm Going Crazy †XXX

[Iquiph Nairu]

"wind, water, snow, rain... so much like me."

School ended and he'd offer a loud relaxed sigh as he left the classroom and building as quickly as his legs could carry him; he'd have lept out a window if they'd allow it. He so hated the classroom and the modern uniforms. He gathered himself a little as he stood outside the room looking for awhile through the street.

He didn't say anything though he was curious what he could do now. He had no plans and honestly had no friends in his class or in the region beyond the member or two of his family that listened to him. He stopped not far from the school and took to leaning up against a wall.

~*----------*~

She stayed for a little while after class; mostly because the teacher had forced her to give some information about herself.. She exited the school rolling her neck gently. as she pushed open the door. she sighed softly thinking to herself as she moved.
I wonder if she likes me... She was really kind from what I could tell... hmmm wonder if she likes other girls at all...

She sighed softly once more shaking her head blushing without realizing it. Hanea was beautiful after all; how could she not like her.

[-_Whimsy Desu_-]

栞Shiori Hamasaki 栞

x—ʀʉʙʙɪҭ ᴄѳűƞƚəᴙᴘᴀᴙɫ

Life is my creation
Is my best friend
Imagination
Is my defense

School was out, school was out. She walked along, humming along to that classic song, 'School's out for the summer,' though it wasn't, just for the weekend. But the idea was the same! Shiori was dressed in the local middle school uniform- a sailor fuku, with dark blue and pink as the main colors. The skirt was a little short, and she had on some gray socks that went up past her knees. Her blue hair swung neatly against her face, fluttering in the light breeze that went through.

Oh, there was the high school. She'd be there next year. She'd miss the sairlor fuku that she'd be trading for the more westernized, purple uniform the high school girls wore. She noticed a boy on the street opposite the school, simply leaning against the wall.

For some reason, she was drawn to him. Her heart tugged her towards him, and before she knew what was happening, she was walking over to him, greeting him with a "Hello." What was she doing?! Jeez, she didn't even know him! she felt her usual shy self trying to pull her away, but the strange force that was drawing her to him was winning that battle. "Er, uhm... I-I'm Shiori Hamasaki.... S-sorry... I don't know why I came over here....." she spluttered, feeling extremely flustered.

And I'll keep walking
When skies are gray
Whatever happens
Was meant that way

[ISKy]

Distant flickering, greener scenery
This weather's bringing it all back again
Great adventures, faces and condensation
I'm going outside to take it all in

Ħαмί Қαşαησđα
ČσÛηŦєЯρÅѓŦ of the ѓÅŧ

We're a different pair, do something out of step
Throw a stranger an unexpected smile...with big intention
Still posted at your station
Always on about the day it should have flied

[Ж] - - - ↨ Having a good time being with her friends.
Location ↛ Outside the School

Aimi-chan

Afraid to____start, got your heart in a headlock
I don't believe any of it
You say too late to____start, with your heart in a headlock
You know you're better than this

Hami was surprised when Damionica came up with the idea to divide up the parts. She just assumed that they would all just naturally work on what they wanted to do wail they were drawing. Maybe deciding before they worked was a good idea. It could cause some confrontation otherwise. She was a bit take back at Hige's comment. Damionica was, definitely. The girl skipped a grade! Or more... she didn't know her age, just could tell she was younger. If he had complimented himself that would make more sense; he was going to school for something to do. Hami... "smart"? He definitely wasn't paying attention much to class or to her. The girl was average... at best. She couldn't help but start to giggle. She covered her her mouth and looked away as she steadied herself.

Finally not being rude, she turned to look back at the group with her giggle fit subsided. "Sorry... just... well, it's not true. For me I mean," she said, glancing quickly at the other girl to make sure she hadn't taken offense to it. "Thanks anyway," she professed, a smile on her face. She looked down at the boy with a warm, motherly smile. Now that she knew that he was younger, especially an artist, she was excited. She couldn't help it. She just loved to watch people develop into the people they would become. It fascinated her in a way. She accompanied her smile with a small wave as a greeting. "Hey. Nice to see yet another fellow artist," she uttered with a small chuckle. She had met some today. She wondered how many were in the school. Must be more than the number of Sohma's they had. Although there sure were a lot of them.

Been walking, you've been hiding
And you look half dead half the time
Monitoring you, like machines do
You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye

[Pure Rose Artemis]

~Spelled, Shi-zu-ki!~

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Shizuki stared slack-jawed at the high schoolers that stoode before him, completely ignoring Hige. The girls standing before him were beautiful. Not in the shallow sence, but unique point of view. They were... different! The small had blue hair and large, while the taller was a classic beauty with dark eye's and long hair. The red-head wanted, no-needed to draw these females!
Snapping once more out of a daze, Shizuki reached for the offered hand, and shook it enthusiastically, then waved to the Hami-chan. "The pleasure is ALL mine! Heh-heh, sorry but I'm no artist! Just a beginner really!" Shizuki felt uncomfertable when people called his such things as that when they haven't even seen his work. It made him think that they only did it to be polite.