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[HeavenPrincess23]

- ] ---[Hayashi; Hiromi]--- [ -


I May Have Been Born As [ Hiromi Hayashi],
But Please, Call Me [ Hiro, I suppose nicknames are alright ].
I Date Back [ exactly Nineteen ] Years,
And Was Born A [ Guy ]
But That Doesn't Stop Me From Being [ Bi-Sexual ]...



Get To Know Me First::--

In The Mirror::

" looĸ ιn a мιrror and one тнιng'ѕ ѕυre; wнaт we ѕee ιѕ noт wнo we are. ”

When I take a glance at my reflection I can't help but begin to analyze my outer appearance. It makes me realize why these people have labeled me as a Trophy slave. There’s a head of bountiful amounts of inviting locks, made for my master to run their fingers through when sharing a moment of intimacy. It's almost trimmed to perfection, I enjoy having a few misplaced strands of hair here and there. I've been known for my fair skin.There's absolutely no hint of facial hair on this visage, though it is an advantage, my first master preferred it that way and hopefully plenty more will . My face is soft and smooth to the touch, praised by many. It's the cause of much caressing.

It is said that the eyes are the entrance to a humans very soul, correct? If you were to take the time to truly look deeply into my eyes. Go past the fact the my steel colored irises are just another good point to add to my list of attributes, you'd understand what they are meant to represent. My eyes only remind me of the long years that I've endured pain, depression, and loneliness. Don't let my sappy descriptions bore you, I bounced back from those hard times ... and well.

My body is well in shape and usually wrapped in some sort of decent farewell gift from a former master. I have to look well or I won't receive all that attention I constantly crave ... would I. My height is just a fingertip close to six feet, in my opinion it only makes me feel more masculine. I could easily looked down at my female master's giving them the air, that my presence is here to give a protecting feeling. As for men it only makes it seem that I have the strength to take on anything they could dish out. Although I look just a pinch fragile, I know how to throw a hell of a punch.

Don't try to judge this book by it's cover. Inside I'm just as mysterious as the next guy. Although I always seem cool and collected it's kind of a challenge to think of what might escape my lips next. Like a book you'll have to stick through the very end to see how I finish.

A Look Inside::

First things first, I'm not like the other common slaves you find these days, easy to control and take advantage of. Constantly showing fear and weakness, that only makes you feel more inferior. Push me and I just might push you back. Press all the wrong buttons and I just might start to bite, babe. I'm a bit on the wild side, no worries I'm not a savage. Just a little disobedient and a bit stubborn, hope that doesn't turn you off. I don't always follow the rules ... I've never really like them to be quite honest, they only take out the fun in things. I'm still looking for that one master that'll be able to put me in my place without the use of violence, that a BIG no-no.

I have a bit of a problem controlling my tongue. Sometimes things tend to slip out, it's a bad habit . I won't be afraid if you strike me for my words, I've got a good voice and I plan on using it often. I won't disrespect my master, unless they go over the limit first. If it makes you feel any better I'm a very loyal and protective person, almost like a puppy but less naive. I'm prepared to do almost whatever it takes to make you feel safe, comfortable and who could forget pleasured.

The things I've gone through still stings my beating heart from time to time, the lack of love that I've felt. I've always thought that being a slave would fill that void inside of me, receiving certain types of attention from time to time. Women are one of God's greatest gift, but they are sometimes more of a momentary type of treat. I've even experimented with men, but nothing special spark yet. I'm still in search of that one person who will truly make me feel like I'm worth living not just another pet. Until then I won't let any of that show, I've got a job to perform and it'll only make me seem pathetic.


I Should Write A Book::

How does it feel to be the one who caused the pain, the silence, and tears felt and shed by so many individuals all in one day ? On the cold winter night of December 13th life was created while one had been taken away. A young Asian boy by the name of Hiromi Hayashi had been born on this beautiful earth while the life of Lily Hayashi had slowly begun to die out. The birth of a newborn child must be something great, a memory that should be cherished forever. But as the clock stroke ten o'clock Mrs. Hayashi wasn't able to hold her new bundle of joy in her arms, instead she was desperately fighting for her life as the young cooing baby was transported out of the room and down the hospital hallway. The room was full of commotion from doctors and nurses alike trying to stop the massive amount of blood loss, all Mr. Hayashi could do is hold her hand trying his hardest to fight back tears and give his wife to strength to live on. Though nothing worked ... At exactly ten forty five, the twenty five year old dark haired wonder had passed away. As the long monotone beeping noise emerged in the room, the grip and warmth of her hand slowly went away, Youichi Hayashi could only stare as his wife's peaceful and pale face as it was now being covered by a white sheet. Like a loyal partner he silently began mourn his wife's death.

After that day his heart had grown cold and hard, everyone knew what he had been going through as he silently watched Lily's dark coffin being lowered into the deep earth. It was at that moment he realized that he wanted nothing to do with what he believed was the cause of all this grief, the one who had taken his precious flower away ... his only son. Indeed many pleaded with Mr. Hayashi that this harsh action was too cruel, the now one month infant had not caused her death on purpose in any shape or form. Though he was greatly known as stubborn and hard. He began trying to find every excuse to be absent from young Hiromi's life, work was the number one response . It seemed as if Youichi had disappeared from the boy's eyes, he was never seen at any ceremonies, games, or even birthdays. This only left the growing child hurt and guilty feeling as if he were the one that made his father go through all this pain and suffering.

This had gone on for years until Hiromi was old enough to work for his father's affection. The gray eyed male brought home only the highest of test scores, he did so well in sports all the other father's could only brag wishing that he had been part of their home, Hiromi only had the most beautiful of women wrapped around his arm . All of this hard work for a simple Good Job! Or I love you son, something all teenagers his age heard some much that they grew tired of it. In the end all it had gained him nothing but a few rare occasions when the two would be seated at opposite ends at the table, their conversation only consisted of absolutely nothing but the sounds of turning newspaper pages, the noises of forks and knives, and the occasional gruff More wine to one of the nearby employees.

It came to the point where Hiromi was tired of being ignored and hated for something he shouldn't be burdened for. The eighteen year old had finally erupted, venting out every shred of anger he had kept bottled in for so long. Hiromi even had the courage of threatening of running away, never to come back again. All the old man did was chuckle as lifted up his reading glasses from the edge of his nose. After no reaction the man's thin lips began to move just to speak one word Go. That one thing made the young adult storm out without a comeback, what was the use? His father had finally received his wish on a silver platter. All Hiromi could do was roam the streets with one traveling bag and 500 dollars. When he had eventually run out of anything of value, Hiromi had actually believed his father would have come looking by then, though his so called 'guardian' never came. When asked of his son's whereabouts, Mr. Hayashi quietly replied that he had gone to study abroad.

Living on the streets Hiromi earned little from doing this and that. Though he learned about many things from the many different people he encountered , one was of an interesting job. A profession they didn't want to elaborate on no matter how many questions he asked. Having heard of the new type of work the lad eagerly found the place only to realize that this was no place for a special career. Tricked Hiromi was forced into the slave trade, where his body, mind, and talents would no longer belong to him, but to those who bid the highest price.

A Life For Me:: 1 year soon to be 2.
Wish Upon A Star:: Realizing my true purpose and finding some sort of love wouldn't hurt, right?
My Words Don't Matter:: " It feels so good to be bad. "



Above All, A Slave::--

Treat Me Right:: Someone of interest, what's the use of a dull master?
I Wear Them Well:: Magenta, Black, Bronze, Dark Blue
I Can Be What You Need:: Trophy, Blindfold, Handcuffs, Flag, Book, Mop,
You Own Me:: ----



While We're Talking::--

Smiles::

{o} Winter
{o} Females/ Males
{o} Music
{o} Love
{o} Intelligence
{o} Surprises
{o} Light Colored Eyes
{o} Interesting People

Sorrows::

{x} Pain
{x} Cheaters
{x} Heartache
{x} Failure
{x} Rejection
{x} Solitude
{x} No attention
{x} Dull People

Shivers::

Death
Blood
Drowning
Strangling
Needles
Violence
Tight places
All Just To Make Me Crazy:: Although I'm leaning towards the men, I can help but be tugged back by a woman's touch. It's simply irresistible and exciting.
But Is It Bad:: Never being able to find that little special someone.
Press Play:: Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5



Behind The Veil::--

Color Me Pretty:: This, or That
A Slave For You:: HeavenPrincess23

[HeavenPrincess23]

God damn, my spinning head
Decisions that made my bed
Now I must lay in it
And deal with things I left unsaid
I want to dive into you
Forget what you're going through
I get behind, make your move
Forget about the truth

Give me something to believe in::..oooooooooooooooo

A pair of uncommon grey irises had been staring aimlessly at the sight of the violent thunderstorm taking place, completely blocking out everything happening in the crowded slave room. The low rumbling thunder, the pitter pattering of the rain it was all so hypnotizing. When was the last time the nineteen year old Hiromi Hayashi had ever taken time to pay attention to something simple as the weather ? Suddenly a question popped up in his mind, how long had it been since he last felt the cleansing drops of water?

Too long to be exact, most master's thought it'd be wise to keep him behind close doors and enjoy their little pet in private . His hand slowly moved the glass of the ice cool fogged window it was all so comforting. The cold was something he grown very close with after all these years, it was the one of the reasons he liked winter best. That and the fact that his now deceased mother had given birth to him during that unforgettable season of the year.

Hiromi winced just a bit it wasn't smart to lift up his slightly injured arm, though he wouldn't let anyone else notice that. The last thing he needed was the show weakness, it only brought about ridicule from those who believed they were better then you. The male gently ran his finger tips down the bandaged wound, it was fresh something he had received just a day or two ago. How had the Asian teen received it, you ask? Simple from a previous master, one who had a fetish with biting ... and hard. The memory was much too clear the blood, the screaming, and the pain.

The situation had come at of nowhere. As usual the eager female had pinned him down on the bed after having a few glasses of wine, it had been the same way since she had bought him. Though today it was different she had whispered she would try something new, something they would both enjoy. The blond began to kiss and caress his face as her lips slowly trailed down this his arm. She had began nibbling on his arm, Hiromi could feel her growing more excited by the second. All of a sudden a sharp pain shot up his arm, he couldn't help but yell. A few streams of blood had began to trickle down, as the drunk woman began to grow upset. Obviously the alcohol was preventing for her common sense to come in place. She had immediately struck him across the face calling him an incompetant lover as well as an uninteresting slave. The next day she had returned knowing full well that what had happened the previous night, should not have resulted to this. Though what sort of master would ever want to let anyone else know that what she had done was wrong.

Speech:: #33A1C9
Thoughts:: #32CD32

ooooooooooooo..::'Cause I don't believe in you.

[HeavenPrincess23]

The Charming and Charismatic Comedian || ‘The Joker’

Why So Serious ?

[Yoshida Chase]

A R0S3 BY ANY 0TH3R NAM3
Yoshi ; Yosh-kun ; Clown
RAiiNB0W CANDL3 WAX M3LTS
Seventeen
iiT SH0ULD BE A NATii0NAL H0LiiDAY
04/01
TH3 SW33T LiiF3
This story began on April Fool's day in the grand Big Apple, the city of New York. In this well known state a star was born, well a soon to be comedian star. A twenty two year old American female now known as Elizabeth Yoshida had finished giving birth to her first born, her bundle of joy, her new son. Peering down at the cooing baby she was immediately struck with a name, yes she'd call him Chase, Chase Yoshida. His Asian father nodded in agreement as he held his son in his arms, playing around with his curious petit fingers. He and his mother had met approximately 2 years ago at a Japanese festival, once their eyes locked on to each other it was already obvious what had taken place. It could be categorized as love at first sight. It only took the dark-haired man a few months to finally pop the question. The adult had already begun imagining the great things his son would become. Superstar athlete, talented violinist, perhaps an important business man just like himself? People would know him as the son of the great Youichi Yoshida. Is this the beginning to a wonderful Disney like story? Wrong.

Things didn't end up the way he had planned. As time passed the father figure was almost never home. Whenever he was actually around his actions were very limited. He was often locked up in his office signing important papers, clicking away at his laptop, constantly arguing with someone on the opposite telephone line or always off finishing or creating some business deal. He never had 'time' to do anything with anyone. It was always Next time son or I promise kiddo, I'll be free this week end and You can wait one more week, right?. The closest relationship Chase had with his busy father was over a cell phone or the web cam, not something you'd actually call real father-son bonding. The male was absent from everything you could think of. Sports games, award ceremonies, parties, holidays, even his own birthday. Unfortunately it seemed that Mr.Yoshida had completely disappeared in front of his very own eyes.

This didn't mean that the lad led a bad childhood, in fact his mother had tried her very best to make it as cheerful as possible. Chase was often taken to the circus. After a few visits it had already become obvious what his favorite part of the show was, when the clowns would make their first debut. Their insanely colorful clothes and crazy shenanigans were a hoot. It always resulted in large bursts of laughter from the crowd, including himself and his mother. It was then the boy realized that he wanted to do just that, maybe it was a calling. It wasn't to become a clown of course, but bring about that sort of reaction from people. He wanted to be that source of laughter the one who'd be able to take their minds off their troubles even it were for a few mere seconds. Ever since he had made that vow the brown eyed child stuck to it. His jokes first started out a bit amateur, knock knock jokes and such. Though as the years progressed so did his material to the point that he was discovered in a local talent show.

It was then that his first steps into becoming a world renown comedian began. A manager was soon hired and more shows were booked, there were even a few interviews left and right. His gigs started out small but his audience slowly began to grow after each performance. It grew to the point that Chases' show were actually beginning to sell out. Fame had finally come knocking at his door. The fun loving teen would actually be asked for pictures and autographs in public. One night he was pulled aside by a stranger, a girl to be more specific. She promised to make his father finally come home, finally stop him from going on his constant trips only if she joined this club of her's. Chase was stunned, not even his own mother could persuade him from missing one day of work much less make him stop. Although this offer sounded impossible, it was worth a try. Shaking her hand he agreed, though when he begun to ask her questions she stated all would soon be revealed. And with that Ms. Eclair was escorted away with what seemed to be her butler, Chase Yoshida was now officially part of the Twilight Club.

Chase Received his nickname 'Clown' due to the fact that they were the spark to his comedic success. Another well known fact is that he's never seen of stage without gum in his mouth. Name any flavor and he's most likely tasted it or at least heard of it. It's a habit he picked up on the road, you need to have something to keep you occupied, tight?

TH3Y SAY iiM LiiK3
Chase Yoshida is the type of guy you'd associate the words magnetic personality to. Funny, cheerful, optimistic, friendly, and a bit childish are just a few of his many characteristics. The seventeen year old tends the be a tad messy and tardy at times, not that's it's a bad thing every now and then. Though he's made sure not to make it some sort of permanent unbreakable habit. The red head is known as the sort of person to make sure to turn any visible frown up side down, even if it has to involve himself looking like some sort of fool. Chase is known to be a little prankster, you could kind of say he was born with the talent. So be cautious of anything suspicious. He is a confident growing teen and insults or worse won't lower his self- esteem in any matter. He isn't as two sided like a few others in this wide entertainment world. Young Mr.Yoshida is indeed the same brilliant goof on and off stage. The fact that he isn't in front of an audience, cameras, and eye blinding lights doesn't faze him one bit, it's actually nice to get away from it all from time to time. This kid is chalk full of surprises, it ranges from jokes to even a few magic tricks. Though there has been one thing Chase hasn't been able to conquer in his life quite yet. Yes the 'R' word ... relationships. Females and he don't quite make a perfect equation, although that doesn't mean that he can't charm them every now and then. Girls often state that he's a great guy, but not as serious as they like him to be. What can you expect from a famous comedian? Even though that word doesn't fit into his vocabulary just yet, he'd still like to find that special someone who'd like him just for who he was and nothing more.
I G3T BUTT3RFLii3S
That's top secret information
TURN iiT UP!
☑ 'Let It Rock' - Kevin Rudolf
☑ 'Nine In the Afternoon' - Panic at the Disco
☑ 'Makes Me Wonder' - Maroon 5
☑ 'Daydreamin' - Lupe Fiasco

TH3 PULL3R 0F MY STRiiNGS
[HeavenPrincess23]

[HeavenPrincess23]

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High heels clicked around the apartment as a feminine voice began to speak outloud "Yes he'll be going to school momentarily, I do apologize for his tardiness Mrs. Yoshida" spoke the woman into her cell phone before hanging up with a sigh. She started to tap her foot impatiently as her hazel eyes stared directly at what lay underneath the covers. It seemed to do the trick because suddenly there was movement as a head emerged from under the sheets "Morning, Ms. Truehart" yawned the young man as he flipped unto his back turning the whole room upside down. "Do you know what time it is Chase?" she asked with a seemingly annoyed tone, though her upset face did look rather funny from the position he was currently in. Chase Yoshida rubbed his eyes as another short yawn escaped from his mouth, his eyes slowly glided over to the alarm clock by his bed. His blurry vision gradually began to get a little bit clearer "Six O'clock?" he asked with a laugh,"Seems a little too early to be waking up for school" he added stretching his arms, his fingertips now resting against the beige carpet floor. The brunette sighed "No, it's Nice O'clock and your already late for your first day, get dressed" she stated pointing at the Ouran uniform folded neatly at the end of his bed before exiting the room already punching in another phone number, mumbling something about how he never seemed to get to places on time.

It took him another few minutes before finally deciding to ungracefully slip off the large mattress. That American manager of his always seemed so uptight the complete opposite of himself. Exhaling the boxer wearing teenager went towards the closed curtains before doing anything else. With one might trust they parted from side to side not only revealing a bright light, but the busy environment Japan had to offer. Looks like this would be his home for the next few months, possibly year. Looking up at the sky he couldn't help but notice it was starting to be a cloudy grayish color, perhaps there was a small hint snow? "I don't hear the water running !" yelled Ms. Truehart from outside of the room. "I don't hear the water running" he mimicked while grabbing a nearby towel. It's not that the two never got along. It was just the fact that mornings and Chase never did really equal happy. He had always been a noontime type of guy.

The comedian ran his fingers through his messy locks as his other hand searched for his toothbrush as soon as it was found peppermint toothpaste was immediately spread unto it. "I cwant bewieve I agrweed to this" he spoke to himself while the utensil was still being used in his mouth, translation: I can't believe I agreed to this. After a few more seconds he spat out the foamy substance and almost jumped out of his shorts. His rather short too short to be exact, but what was the use of wasting more time ? Ms. Truehart would grow suspicious and accuse him of not taking one, though she wasn't the one who was going to arrive forty five minutes after the bell. The male picked up his brand new uniform inspecting it before actually proceeding to put it on, it looked too serious for his taste. He'd have to were all this and a tie? A small grunt came from his throat as he slowly began to put on each article of clothing. When the task was done he took a look at himself in the mirror, it was completely different to what he was used to looking at. Messing up his attire here and there made him feel more at ease. "Way better" he commented agreeing with his 'improvement'.

"I'll be taking this breakfast to go" he smiled trying to dodge his manager's stare, unfortunately she was quicker than him. "Where do you think your going dressed like that?" she asked imidieately beginning to fix his tie. How embarrassing? she was acting like his mother. "Alright, Alright" he groaned grabbing the bag of food from the employee. The trip down the elevator was rather quiet it only consisted of the lady's constant scribbling, as they passed through the elegant lobby the door man politely opened the front doors revealing his ride for today. Stepping into the limo, the manager signaled it was time to depart, that was when all the talking began. "Alright this isn't some random school your attending, Ouran is---" Chase began to tune her out as his mind began going elsewhere, his eyes were focused on the moving scenery. Japan was alot different then America of course he had visited here every now and than, but it would only be for a few days there were a lot things about this country he didn't quite now yet. After finishing his toast and biscuits, the new student popped a stick of gum into his mouth. Suddenly there was hand waving in front of his face completely knocking him out of his current state and back to the real world.

"Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?" the woman asked, "Umm, yes?" he replied sheepishly as she took out what seemed to be a checklist. She began asking if he had brought along his books, schedule, phone, etc. The list went on before he decided to open the door, preparing to make his exit. The red head wasn't the type to stay interested with something for too long, especially if it was boring. "Gum?" the brunette finished with a smirk handing him a napkin "Here" he replied rolling his eyes as he spat it out into the paper. Although he was going to admit out loud he'd kinda miss having her nagging him all day. She waved before closing the door and driving off. Chase gave her some sort of see you later salute before turning around, boy was she right this place did look like some smarty pants high class school. He couldn't help but wonder if he would actually fit in this place. Well there was already something wrong with that sentence. To himself he was another regular teen, but to these people he would be labeled as something else. Blending in would be a No-No. Although he should have been heading to his class to give some sort of excuse in front of the class, Chase was in no current mood to receive a lecture from his new teacher, perhaps it'd be best just to hang out and explore a bit before heading into the large building.

The Cool Host
xxx Chase Yoshida
xxx Second Year
xxxHeavenPrincess23

[HeavenPrincess23]

Holding a piece of paper in front of his face Chase chewed his gum impatiently as he tried his best to comprehend what was drawn on it. Looks like map he decided at first nodding his head of bountiful red locks. Than again it didn't take a genius to realize that, it did have Ouran High School Campus Guide printed in the corner. The male began to flip the document in all sorts of directions, this school made absolutely no sense. Too many staircases, corridors, floors, and classrooms and there was no simple red and noticeable 'you are here' dot anywhere. "Oh forget it" he finally said giving up completely folding it back up into an uneven rectangle and crammed it into his pocket. This map looked more like a construction site blueprint to him, completely useless. The brand new student would do things the old fashioned and easy way, ask for directions. Unfortunately there was a flaw to that conclusion, there was no signs of life anywhere. His orbs slowly traced upwards from the ground to the long and elegant fountain that had suddenly appeared in front of him, had he really wondered off that far? With a slight jump he held his arms at his sides to keep himself balanced along the border of the water, one false move and it meant Chase would be taking a second and chilly bath. Looking into the clear water as he carefully traveled forward he realized this fountain had more than meet's the eye. There were plenty of lily pads gracefully floating about, a little green frog or two, and a colorful school of Koi fish. There seemed to be too many to count, though they were moving a lot. Blurs of red, orange, and white were darting from left to right, it was getting a bit dizzy. Inhaling the comedian began to blow a large bubble as soon as it popped he noticed something or someone that wasn't here before.

A girl to be exact, she was wearing a knee lengthed yellow dress, a student? Nearing his target Chase realized she wasn't out taking a stroll, but crying. Silently making himself towards the sniffling female, he plopped right beside her as soon as he got the chance. "Hey, what's with the long face?" were his first words, at least it had gotten her attention. The curly haired blond gasped as he spoke, "Life's too short to be sad, you know?" he added looking up at the gray puffy clouds that hung above them. That's the way he was just about friendly and helpful to those who need it. "What seems to be the problem, Miss?" he asked poking the tip of her petite nose. A small blush arose on her cheeks, it took her a few seconds to respond. Inhaling a deep breath to calm herself down, her mouth opened "M-My boyfriend a-and I just b-broke up" she started and immediately began to start sobbing into her hands again. Chase remained stiff unable to think of a next action, he had never dealt with this sort of situation. His hands hesitantly rested upon her shoulders "T-There there this jerk doesn't deserve a girl like you" he blurted out, was that the right thing to say? Her blue orbs met with his own rouge one's as a very small smile had played it's way unto her lips. His lips seemed to be mirroring her's because he was soon smiling too "Of course I do, I wouldn't lie to such an innocent face" the male continued as her giggle followed his compliment. "Are you sure?" she teased feeling a lot better than she did two minutes ago "Scouts honor" Chase laughed raising up his right hand from his side. Suddenly a light bulb lit up in his mind, which could only mean he had an idea. "Hey you got something behind your ear" he started nearing her face as he were about to steal a kiss, this caused he skin to change from pink to a more crimson like color.

This was one reason he couldn't maintain a relationship, he wasn't always serious. Most girls would interpret his actions differently from what he intended, like in this situation for example. He wouldn't go out and boldly kiss a stranger even if he might give the impression he might, the guy was just trying to pull off a simple trick not a romantic act. The teen then pulled out a rose from what seemed to be thin air "A rose for an even more beautiful rose" he said handing the red flower in her hands. "How did you that?" she asked obviously amused. "Sorry, I can't reveal anything" he playfully shrugged as he helped her up to her feet "Now between you and me, I think it's best if you headed back to class" he whimpered as she nodded in agreement. "Thank you so much" she smiled starting to be on her way, "No problem" he replied winked while stuffing his hands into his pockets as he began to go the opposite direction. It was nice to see some bounce into her step, the blond stopped in her tracks as she finally realized who that helpful stranger was, he was no ordinary student but Chase Yoshida. Turning around to see if her guess was actually true she was met with no one because he had already disappeared.

As soon as the seventeen year old watched her return back inside from behind a bush he couldn't help but sigh in relief, lucky she hadn't recognized him in time. It'd be a shame to have his presence announced so quickly, fans could be a bit overwhelming at times. The talking, camera flashing, autographing. Come to think of it one of them had ripped on the sleeve of his shirt And that was my favorite too he pouted childishly as rubbed his left arm. He couldn't help but be proud of himself for performing a good deed I think I might actually get used to this place the lad thought. His little moment of self glory was cut short, his cell began to vibrate from within his pocket. The cheerful mood had evaporated and was quickly replaced with that of irritation, Please don't let it be who I think it is he thought slowly pulling out the device only to have his guess come true "Ms. T" he grumbled, knowing full well his manager was doing this to check up on him. This woman knew him far too well, it was actually a bit creepy. She must have guessed that he had taken a little detour before heading into class.

Hey Ms. T,
not a good idea to text me during History class.
You want me to get in trouble or something?

He texted clearly lied trying to make her sound like the bad guy for contacting him during class. The guy was only trying to save himself from a punishment of some sort. Alas this was a true fact his very own mother had left such power into his manager's hands. Due to his trouble making nature he didn't enjoy as much rights as others in his age group, though it didn't mean his life was dull. As soon as he hit the send button an immediate reply soon followed.

History?
I was pretty sure I told you your first period was Math.
Should of listened, kiddo.
Now I suggest you start walking.

Chase face palmed himself as he let out a loud sigh, it was too late to recover and try to come up with some other excuse. He began mentally scolding himself for making such a stupid mistake. For once the red head actually regretted no listening to her. He could only imagine the smirk she was carrying right now. "You think you so smart" he thought outloud, rather upset that he had gotten caught in the act.

>.>
Okay, Okay I'm going to class.
meanie

Chase replied heading towards the front of the large school building. It was now officially Ms.T 1 and Chase 0.

[HeavenPrincess23]

A small yawn emerged in the quiet bedroom as little arms reached out from under the large sheets. Smacking his petite lips the figure twisted and turned upon the soft mattress before finally choosing what his next action should be. "Ughn" softly spoke the loli-shota as he rubbed his left eye as his other hand was occupied holding unto the arm of his longtime buddy and pal Usa-chan."Wah !~ What time is it?" he asked as his innocent orbs glided over to the alarm clock, it was rather early. According to the current time it was breakfast a nice warm cup of cocoa and large slice of cake was the perfect remedy for this winter wonderland. With a smile immediately plastered on his lips the little one was okay and ready to roll. "Let's go" Hunny cheerfully exclaimed as he practically hopped out of the bed along side with his light colored rabbit plush. The small male shivered a bit, it was a tad too chilly for his taste. Slipping into fuzzy bunny slippers and a matching powder blue coat he was on his way to the kitchen "La la la la, today's going to be such a wonderful day" the blond sang happily not knowing the terrible truth that lay outside. The teenager could already imagine the different activities for today snowmen, skiing, snow angels ice skating, and even snowball fights ! All of this had fun written all over it. What made things even better is the fact that he'd be surrounded by great company, it was so odd not having his shadow and his cousin by marriage Mori right by him. Perhaps he was already up and about? "Usa-chan, I wonder where everyone else wandered to?" he asked himself with concern sprinkled in his usually upbeat tone, although he had always been the type to be optimistic something just seemed wrong today. Standing at the top long elegant staircase he couldn't help but notice that a small crowd had formed at the bottom in the middle of the lobby, slowly making his way down the steps he wasn't greeted with anything he was familiar with hearing. Actually some the girls seemed to be a bit worried, catching a few pieces of the conversation it seemed that their had been a terrible blizzard the night before? Had he actually slept through such bad weather? "Ah, Good morning everyone" he smiled cutely as he waved to all of those around him. "Is there a problem?" the Ouran student asked in a childish nature. "Hunny your awake" squealed one girl "Did you sleep well?" asked another already beginning to make some sort of a circle around him. "I slept fine, thank you very much" he grinned brilliantly as he swung Usa-chan from side to side. Though it seemed that no one wanted to inform him about the horrible news just yet, "Excuse me" the young looking boy said squeezing though the front, instead of seeing pine trees and ski slopes and such outside of the window there was just white everywhere. Turning around a small and irresistible pout formed on his lower lip "W-Were you trying to keep this a secret from m-me?" he whimpered as the females brought their hands to their faces "Are we really stuck h-here?" he asked softly. "Were so sorry Hunny" apologized a brunette "Yes we should have said something immediately" added a second. It would be mean not to accept their apologies, that was the complete opposite of himself. And the last thing anyone needed was a room full of upset customers. "It's alright, Usa-chan and I forgive you" he almost giggled holding the stuffed animal in front of his face. Though in the inside the host couldn't help but wonder how things would be now that they wouldn't be able to go out and such, hopefully no trouble would arise. But being in the host club meant saying in character at all times, it was his job and duty to make these females as content and comfortable as possible. Luckily Kyoya had reared his head, maybe he'd be able to pitch a few ideas on the current situation ? He was the financial manger of the host club surely he could think of something now "Hello Kyoya" he laughed happily, it was oh so comforting to see a familiar face.

[HeavenPrincess23]

Gaian Name : HeavenPrincess23
Name:Hiromi Hayashi
Age: 17
Appearance:

Personality:
Hiromi Hayashi is the type of guy you'd associate the words magnetic personality to. Funny, cheerful, optimistic, friendly, hardworking and a bit childish are just a few of his many characteristics. The seventeen year old tends the be a tad unorganized and tardy at times, not that's it's a bad thing every now and then. Though he's made sure not to make it some sort of permanent unbreakable habit. When it comes to cooking the teen is quite the opposite. All of his utensils and recipes are neatly placed all around the kitchen, not a thing out of place. The messy brunette is known as the sort of person to make sure to turn any visible frown up side down, even if it has to involve himself looking like some sort of fool. Hiromi's dependable when the time comes and his cheerful attitude makes him a good people person. The lad will gladly defend his friends even strangers (well if they seem kind). He is a confident growing teen and insults or worse won't lower his self- esteem in any matter. Though there has been one thing Hiromi hasn't been able to conquer in his life quite yet. Yes the 'R' word ... relationships. Females and he don't quite make a perfect equation, although that doesn't mean that he can't charm them every now and then. Girls often state that he's a great guy, but not as serious as they'd like him to be. Even though that word doesn't fit into his vocabulary just yet, he'd still like to find that special someone who'd like him just for who he was and nothing more.
Personal Information:
Hiromi was born as a twin on January 1st, in the traditional country of Japan. Being an identical duo, the brothers were born with slightly different colored pupils, something found often in twins. A bit odd, but unique none the less. Things seemed great for the Hayashi family, a healthy pair of baby boys, a caring mother, and a proud father. This ecstatic environment didn't last long for at the tender age of seven, the little boys had lost their dad in a terrible car accident. It left the young Hayashis growing up with a single parent. It had been long years of grief for all of them, but with the company and happiness the trio gave each other life seemed to be pretty decent and normal. Both Hiromi and Daijiro were interested in all sorts of things young men his age found important. Sports, friends, video games, and yes even girls from time to time. However, living with a woman had caused Hiromi to take interest in one more hobby. Yes that's right cooking, the seventeen year old did get bored at times and paying close attention to what his mother made every afternoon didn't actually bore him. With much practice and whole lot of determination he actually became a rather talented cook, after his rather intelligent brother received a letter to a boarding school (which he did not refuse), life had become rather dull around the household. One late afternoon after running a few errands, lonely Hiromi was barely making it home with two armfuls of brown paper grocery bags, it used to be a chore he and his other half used to take care of together. Suddenly he had come face to face with an elderly lady actually offering him to be a cook at an inn. After receiving such grand news the aspiring cook couldn't help but beg his adult figure for the spot, whipping up a small speech and finishing it with an irresistible puppy pout she couldn't help but agree. So with that the next week or two was filled with preparations of his departure. His bags and materials were packed, he had transferred to a different high school, and had bought his train ticket. Waving goodbye to his tearing mother, he headed off on a train to the Kanagawa Prefecture. It would be odd not spending Christmas Eve in his own home, still the thought of actually practicing his abilities was a great better yet an amazing opportunity.
Purpose in RP : Cook

- Zukedon is a kind of rice bowls. Marinated sashimi are placed on steamed rice. This is a good way to eat sashimi.
- Rice balls are called onigiri in Japanese. Rice balls are usually shaped into rounds or triangles by hands. Onigiri are often put in Japanese bento lunch boxes.

[HeavenPrincess23]

Name: James Noel
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapon(s): None
Powers: None
Personality: James is more of an intelligent, athletic, talented, hardworking sort of teen. Even though he could be considered as rich he is isn't as spoiled and self-centered as most of his friends are. Although everything seems well James has one awful fault are his feelings towards girls, whenever he's near them he sort of gets timid and awkward. James is actually hoping this experience will help him understand girls better.
Bio: Young James has always had a decent life good parents, nice home, great grades, and an okay social group of friends. He is part French and American and finds interest in sports as well as music mostly classical. Though once he turned 17 his friends had something special in store him to finish the celebration of his birth, a nice dare was brought up. The teens had dared the boy to go off and buy a slave they would even pitch in to help purchase the pet, not wanting to seem like a chicken James hesitantly agreed. The calm brown eyed male would have yes to anything as long as if stopped them from playfully mocking him. James had had his share of girlfriends before though none of the relationships really worked out in the end. Honestly he was absolutely terrified, he wasn't to eager to buy a person, much less a female stranger. At least he didn't have to worry much about his busy parents his mother was a photographer while his father was a world traveling business man the two had a very packed schedule once they asked him why he had to buy the slave he simply replied he needed to company. When in truth he sort of did, when his friends were out partying with women their age he would rather stay home with the family staff which isn't as fun as it seems. Perhaps having a slave would help him feel more comfortable around females or maybe traumatize him even more.
'Pet(s)':
Other: James is a rather talented musician, whenever he feels down in the dumps he'll play his piano or a few of his other instruments to cheer himself up
Appearance:

[HeavenPrincess23]

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Life is like an hourglass
sooner or later everything hits the bottom
& You have to wait for someone to turn it around.

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[HeavenPrincess23]

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[HeavenPrincess23]

God damn, my spinning head
Decisions that made my bed
Now I must lay in it
And deal with things I left unsaid
I want to dive into you
Forget what you're going through
I get behind, make your move
Forget about the truth

Give me something to believe in::..oooooooooooooooo

A pair of almost colorless grey irises had been staring aimlessly at the sight of the violent thunderstorm currently taking place, completely blocking out everything happening in the crowded slave room. He could no longer hear the familiar as well as annoying sounds of whimpering, complaining, and the occasional vulgar sentences heard from the different mouths of the packed room of slaves. Tall and short, loud and soft, seductive and shy, skinny and well plus sized, it was all so funny. A bunch of human beings treated as some sort of valuable pieces of candy awaiting for that one master to choose and savor them however they wished. The low rumbling thunder, the pitter pattering of the rain was all so hypnotizing. When was the last time the nineteen year old Hiromi Hayashi had ever taken time to pay attention to something simple as the weather ? Suddenly a question popped up in his mind, how long had it been since he last felt the cleansing drops of water? It was something the Asian lad had enjoyed when he was free, getting caught in the rain. It gave him the feeling that all his sins were being washed away, just like priests helped to do minus all the religious crap.

It really had been too long to be exact since he had felt such a soothing sensation. Most master's thought it'd be wise to keep him behind close doors and enjoy their little pet in private . His hand slowly moved down the glass of the small ice cool fogged window, his only gateway to have access to the outside world. All it did was over look the expensive parked cars down below, but what did it matter? It was all so comforting. To be quite honest it had taken him much time to conquer this particular spot. A lot of sweet talking actually, Hiromi was known for his tongue among other things. Luckily it did not involve violence. That cold feeling was what most people tried to stray away from, for him it was something he grown accustomed with after all these years, it was the one of the reason's he liked winter best. That and the fact that his now deceased mother had given birth to him during that unforgettable season of the year.

Hiromi winced just a bit it wasn't smart to lift up his slightly injured arm, though he wouldn't let anyone else notice that. The last thing he needed was to show signs of weakness, it only brought about ridicule and hardships from those who believed they were better then you. The male gently ran his finger tips down the bandaged wound, it was fresh something he had received just a day or two ago. How had the Asian teen received it, you ask? Simple from a previous master, one who had a fetish with biting ... and hard. The memory was much too clear the blood, the screaming, and the pain.

The situation had come out of nowhere. As usual the eager female had pinned him down on the bed after having a few glasses of wine, it had been the same way since she had bought him. Though today it was different she had whispered she would try something new, something they would both enjoy. The gleam present in her eyes and the mischievous smile upon her lips could only spell one word ... trouble. But what could this slave do? His job was to sit back, listen, and pleasure. The blond began to kiss and caress his face as her lips slowly trailed down to his arm. She had began nibbling upon it as if it were some sort of treat Are you ready? she asked, Hiromi could feel her growing more excited by the second. All of a sudden a sharp pain shot up his arm, he couldn't help but yell. A few streams of blood had began to trickle down, causing his face to grow pale at the sight of the red substance as the drunk woman began to grow upset. The reaction she had just received wasn't what she wanted at all. Obviously the alcohol was preventing for her common sense to come in place. She had immediately struck him across the face calling him an incompetent lover as well as an uninteresting slave. The next day she had returned him knowing full well that what had happened the previous night, should not have resulted to this. Though what sort of master would ever want to let anyone else know that she was actually the one at fault ? Hiromi couldn't help but be happy to be out of her grasp even if it did mean getting hurt to escape, this lady needed help ... unfit to take care of herself much less a slave. And those were indeed his exact last words before being pushed back into the 'waiting' room.

Lost in thought, Hiromi couldn't help but feel his robe yanked down from his shoulder exposing his fair skin as well as bandaged to those who were near him. The last thing he wanted was to advertise anything. "Is this some sort joke?" he spoke softly thinking it was one of the other slaves trying to pick a fight just to entertain themselves in this crowded can. He wasn't the type to get easily upset. Looking back the male came face to face to an unexpected pair of beautifully light colored orbs, the female was a tad shorter than himself, so he towered over her with much ease. But what did it matter? Her apology soon emerged quickly followed by an introduction, her voice so enchanting and tempting with just a hint of an accent. Only one word came to mind, siren. Was she the type to use her looks and intelligence to get what she wanted? Interacting with others was something he didn't do often, he just didn't choose to, though this girl could be an exception.

" Cora" he repeated, that four letter name seemed to just roll off his tongue. He had heard the rumors, could it really be her? Her appearance seemed to match the description, whenever she was spoken of the tone of voice was always hatred or jealousy. Then again why shouldn't they act that way? Their looks were nothing compared to what had decided to grace his presence. A sly smile formed on his lips showing off some of his pearly whites, as he nonchalantly pulled the black and green checkered robe back upon his shoulder. He walked a small circle around her, carefully examining the pleasure labeled slave from top to bottom, just like a shark did to it's prey. How could he help it? It wasn't everyday someone came across such beauty. She was hard to read, not simple minded like the others he had come in contact with, it was a challenge to figure out what was going through that mind of hers. " My, you should really be careful " Hiromi whispered gently lifting up her chin with his index finger without any hint of hesitance, just an excuse to take another glimpse at those gorgeous eyes, this Cora truly was an interesting specimen. "Your lucky, I could have been the violent type, you know?" he playfully added still keeping his identity a secret. Having a little fun never hurt anyone, plus would she really walk away that easily without finding out his name? It was all just a little game to keep the red head hooked. It was rather boring around here, the last thing he wanted was for this guppy to escape from his grasp.



ooooooooooooo..::'Cause I don't believe in you.


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[HeavenPrincess23]

-----------TAMAKI SUOH-----------♥
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Bring ! ... Bring ! ... Bring ! started the loud alarm clock only to be greeted with absolute silence and no movement. This annoying sound echoed on for a few more minutes until it came to a sudden halt. Still nothing emerged from underneath the large covers on this king sized bed. No grunting, or whining, no signs of life whatsoever. Suddenly soft and steady footsteps entered the room as the environment quickly changed from dark and gloomy to cheerful and bright. "Rise and Shine, Monsieur Suoh" sighed an elderly man separating the large and elegant curtains from each other bringing in a whole wave of almost blinding sunshine. This comforting and familiar voice belonged to the grey haired family butler "It truly is a beautiful day" the male continued gazing down to the front of the home. The sun was ever so brilliant today, not to mention the sky was the most wonderful shade of blue with a a few puffy white clouds floating here and there. The dark Suoh limousine was already parked and ready to head out in front of the well kept mansion, the driver was currently leaning against it reading the latest newspaper. "You know what your father frowns upon young master" the elderly man began carefully pulling of the silver colored sheets to reveal the being that lay underneath.

As soon as this task was done and over with, the butler left the bedroom prepared to go about the regular routine errands. Now exposed to the new spring day slept a young, blond, and rather dashing Tamaki Suoh. Slowly opening one of his eyelids a brilliant violet eye had appeared " Tardiness and failure" he softly answered finishing his sentence with a short yawn, as he began to rise up stretching his long arms above his head. Being the son of the school superintendent was not a blessing, far from it to be exact it only meant he had to work harder that the rest of the intelligent students that attended Ouran. It did mean that there would be no tolerance for slacking or shortcuts. Instead it meant the best scores, perfect attendance, the most positive compliments. Indeed those were the things he constantly had to think of to please his dear father. Luckily there was the Host Club to rid all those overbearing thoughts, a sort of hobby if you will that he had created years ago. "Morning Beary" he greeted poking the small stuffed animal's stomach with his index finger. The brown stuffed animal fell to it's side as his furry belly was poked at. You must be wondering what a teenager was doing with a teddy bear? Although Tamaki had the appearance of a full grown teen, he'd always be a child at heart.

Slipping off the mattress the french lad grabbed a hold of of a nearby towel, walking towards his next location ... the bathroom. The blond moaned in despair as he looked at his current appearance tired, messy, not to mention slouchy. It didn't look at all with what people at Ouran were used to seeing. Nothing a nice warm bath couldn't take care of, it was a good thing 'Mother' hadn't planted any secret cameras. Well, not that he knew of. It seemed Kyoya had an eye on everyone, everywhere, at anytime that explained how he usually sold merchandise with pictures of the host club members at their most vulnerable moments. "K-Kyoya" Tamaki muttered shoving a toothbrush into his mouth, remembering how the dark haired male had sold pictures of him sleeping. Don't get any wrong ideas, he felt absolutely no hatred towards his friend, they were in what you would call a love hate relationship. Stepping out of his royal blue boxers the male began twisting and turning the knobs until the temperature was just right. Closing his eyes shut he began to wonder off, pondering about what this day would hold for him. Suddenly a series of knocks started at the door " Monsieur Suoh, you do have to hurry, time's a wasting" a femine voice stated. So much for a few minutes of relaxing and drowning into one's own thoughts.

Fifteen minutes later , Tamaki soon found himself fully dressed,properly groomed, and prepared. He already began marching down the large red carpeted steps leading to the front door. "Monsieur Suoh, it's not a good idea to skip out on breakfast" the maid scolded practically pulling him back into the elegant home. The princely type simply turned around smiling " I know" he responded " But you wouldn't want me to arrive late to school, would you Marie?" he asked pouting. The woman stood still how could she say no to such a precious face "I-I suppose not, have a nice day at school" she bowed. " I'll be sure to do just that" he replied with his normal happy-go-lucky tone while waving. The vehicle slowly began to move as Tamaki began flipping through the radio stations. The usual soothing and classical tunes replaced with something with a more upbeat nature. He soon found himself listening to this new artist people seemed to be fawning over lately. About twenty minutes passed before he found himself staring at a familiar place.

"Same time today sir?" asked the driver as Tamaki nodded his response as he began to climb out of the automobile. Something seemed different today, misplaced was more like it. Everyone seemed to have separated into little groups chatting excitedly about some topic. Spotting a group of yellow dresses, the french teen was already on the move "Goodmorning ladies, what seems to be of such interest today" he spoke showing off a few of his pearly whites. "T-T-Tama kun, what a pleasure seeing you here" blushed a girl as the rest of the group began to giggle uncontrollably "We w-were just talking" she added shyly. " Oh you can tell me" he whispered lovingly in her ear as he lifted up her chin "I can keep a secret" the male winked as the group of once talkative females immediately grew quiet. The brunette he was currently focusing on had difficulty speaking at first, but soon found her voice. "There are r-rumors about a s-second host club at O-Ouran" she almost squeaked. Tamaki raised an eyebrow Another host club at this school? he asked himself something just didn't seem right. Shaking his head it was back to reality "Thank you ladies, I don't know how I'd ever thank you" he grinned bowing as he began to make his exit. His finger to his chin as her began to ponder on the recent piece of information he had just heard, perhaps Kyoya had something on this new news.






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