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| Which type are you? |
| Natural Type |
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15% |
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| Prince Type |
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9% |
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| Cool Type |
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| Little Devil Type |
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37% |
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| Loli-Shota Type |
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12% |
[ 4 ] |
| Strong, but Silent Type |
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12% |
[ 4 ] |
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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:43 pm
 Kazu lifted his hand up to Haru's chin. "Is that so?" He patted Haru's cheek and grinned. "That's sweet of ya, Haru-kun, but I think I've got a pretty girl to go after." He rubbed Ki's head, messing up the boy's hair slightly. "That happens often, huh?" he chuckled through his teeth.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 10:42 pm
Haru gave Ki a horrified look. Ki never lied to anyone. Ever. He started making hand signs that meant stop.
Ki smiled, "He talks about you a lot." he said, "Whenever you aren't at school."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 12:11 am
A devious smile appeared on Kazu's lips. "Really now?" He leaned forward, drawing close to Haru's face. "What's that now? I'd like to hear it?" The ever so sinister smile remained on his face as he spoke and waited for Haru's response. If he didn't Kazu was sure Ki would say something like the good kid he was.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:28 am
Ki swung his legs happily, "Like how he misses you so much. He uses it as a yoai technique when he has customers, but when he doesn't, he mopes around, hoping you're okay." he gave a cute smile.
Haru was blushing furiously and looking for something to close Ki's mouth and seal it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 11:51 am
Kitzu blinked rapidly in response, and remaine confused and in a frozen state of shock for several seconds before she asked aloud of the darkness, "Did a Host just request that I request him?" She smiled at that thought and blushed slightly, and then turned to retreat at last down the dusty basement steps. She wasn't afraid of getting her hands dirty, but she was surprised at the sheere amount of things that remained behind, about two decades later. "Cursed dolls? Cat statues?" She asked, and then she picked up a plushie of a yellow cat with a stitched on face that was much larger than she was sure it should be; it was nearly the size of a child. "Nekozawa Kirimi..." She read, the name stitched into onto the cat's bottom. "Aw... look at you..." She cooed, and she tucked the dusty plushie under her arm as she continued her search.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 12:06 pm
Music is the essence of the soul,
Pure and true… Tomoko paced the halls of the school holding her case in one hand. There was still no one to pick her up yet and she was very much considering walking home. With a sigh she walked over to one of the staircases and sat down on one of the stair pulling out her violin. She tuned it carefully, plucking the strings enjoying the staccato sound it made.
The bow dragged across the strings making a low sad chord that seemed to reverberate through the hall. Tomo continued the sad incomplete song that she had been writing for sometime now. A small smile graced her face as the melody grew sweet and somewhat happy as she began to improvised on the song. …So play me a song,
And watch me fall for you.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 12:44 pm
After a few moments of aimless wandering in the dark, Kitsu stumbled across her most astonishing discovery yet: two trunks full of black cloaks, one full of thicker material for winter, and one of linen for summer. "Oh... wow..." She mumbled outloud, and then she pulled one out, and just for fun threw it on; and then, almost possessed by an insane urge, she started running around the room making the cloak fly around.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 4:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 12:16 am
Kazu chuckled between his teeth, finding what Ki was doing very amusing. "That's kind of adorable, Haru-kun. Is it true?" He moved a bit closer to Haru, just trying to get the host club member a bit more flustered than he already was. He was a cute kid, yeah, but Kazu had someone on his mind now and it happened to be a female. That little devilish grin he loved to flash so much, appeared on his face as he stared at Haru's face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:38 pm
After amusing herself for a few minutes, Kitsu calmed down, giggling as she stopped, the cloak settling back into place. "Now what else will I find?" She asked herself as she moved forward to a box marked "Bereznoff Puppets". The plushie still tucked under one arm, the cloak still on, Kitsu swept dramatically towards the box and flung it open. "More cats... The last Black Magic Club must've been obsessed... can't say I blame them, though, cats are adorable." She spoke just for the comfort of a voice in the silence. She pulled out one of the angry looking hand puppets and slipped it onto her hand, amusing herself. "So, you're Bereznoff, huh?" She asked the puppet, and the head nodded almost before she moved her hand. Blinking, Kitsu frowned slightly at it, "It's... nice to meet you, then..." She murmured before glancing away, from the corner of her eye she saw the puppet do the same, the expression actually changing. "Oh my..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 5:47 pm
Music is the essence of the soul,
Pure and true… Tomoko looked up from her playing in time to see one of her family drivers walk up with an ashamed look on his face. "Please forgive me, miss." He bowed to her as she placed her violin back into its case and latched it. "I'm quiet use to it now." She brushed pass him radiating a cold aura that left him shivering in fear. "Take me home, I need to be alone to think." She mused as she climbed into the back of the car and looked through the tinted windows at Ouran Acadamy. …So play me a song,
And watch me fall for you.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 5:54 pm
Haru stared at his feet, "No-no. Ki is having fun... of course..." he said, hiding his bright red face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:25 pm
~*~ "Be strong, just, and cheerful." ~*~ ((Thought I'd try out a new posting style.)) 'This puppet can not be moving...' Kitsu thought to herself as she turned to look at it, but sure enough the puppet was staring right at her, and she wasn't controlling it. 'Am I scared? Am I excited?' She asked herself, but the puppet seemed just as confused. "Never the less," She told Bereznoff, who seemed to perk up at being spoken to, "I think your unique abilities should do nicely." The pupper blushed, and rubbed it's cheek, and with a soft apology, Kitsu tucked him into an inner pocket of the cloak. "Now to call the guards and have them come help me move things." She spoke aloud again, and then she pulled her cellphone from her pocket.
It rang for a minute, and then there was a grunt from the other side. "Oh... Father... I wasn't expecting you to answer..." Kitsu murmured to herself lightly, embarrassed at having got her father on the line. "I was just calling home for a ride and for a couple of guards to help me move things." She explained gently, and after a pause and much more cheerful voice greeted her, "KITSU-CHAN!" She yelped and held the phone away, then smiled. "Hey, come get me, alright? And I have a few boxes of supplies-" She was intterupted, "Anything for Ritsu's daughter. We're on our way." The line went dead, and with a sigh Kitsu pocketed her phone. "And now we wait." She told Bereznoff as she retrieved him from her pocket.
((This one's a bit long. Ten points to whoever knows who Kitsu's dad is.)) ~*~ "The strong live, and the weak die." ~*~
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:26 pm
((I know but that would be cheating XD ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 12:51 am
By the flustered expression and blushing, Ki was definitely not lying and Kazu could see this. That is what he believed anyway. He closed his eyes and chuckled while grinning before opening the car's window and placing his elbow on the edge. He looked out, enjoying the scene, and ignored anything the two had to say the rest of the way there. He wasn't upset with them, he had just became deeply lost in thought.
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