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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 12:07 am
((^^ I love Miho! She's something else, isn't she? XD I like that! Very in-depth.))
A sudden pleasure filled Roka's senses at hearing the sound of Miho's laugh. It wasn't false or even sad. It was genuine and happy, even if not as cheerful or loud as someone like Mitsuko's. But that was all he needed to hear to share in her happiness at that instant. It was strange...it was like the exact, elated sensation he felt when he made one of his sisters laugh. Even Asumi, whose lovely voice he could only hear in his thoughts and music. With that kind of feeling flooding through him, he couldn't help but chuckle along with her.
"What?" He blinked at her, looking blank. He had spent the majority of his time trying to act uncaring towards everyone, acting as if he didn't care what others thought. And he didn't really...at least he didn't think he did. So where did Miho get this notion that he paid attention to the oinions of others?
"It's not that I care what they think. I couldn't care less," Roka informed her, shrugging as he reached into his pocket for his ipod. It felt strange to be part of a conversation for once. He had almost forgotten his music. "It's that I'm afraid if they...well, if I let my parents rule me however they want, I'm scared they'll chase away any passion and love I have for our business." His features suddenly faltered for a moment, revealing his true forlorn feelings. "If I have to take up the responsibility some day, I want to at least enjoy it somewhat. Is that too much to ask? But then...not everyone enjoys their jobs, I suppose..." He smiled sadly, checking his ipod and skimming through the songs.
"I don't know why...I only know it is. In our society today, it seems only the shallowest of opinions matter. And then I begin to wonder if it isn't the opinions that matter that become shallow as a result. And perhaps Miss Mitsuko was just trying to be friendly this morning. I understand casual terms amoung commoners is a symbol of friendship or close relations, like between family memebers."
He tilted his head so his bangs fell over one eye, but he could still watch her with the other. "You needn't be so mistrustful, Miho. I hate to say this, but suppose you're wrong and there's at least one person out there who truely wants to be your friend. I mean without knowing your status and wealth and such. If you acted as you did to all people, you'd just scare away whoever had any good intentions. You and Miss Mitsuko seemed to be getting along rather well this morning from my point of view, even if you were a bit reluctant about it."
He smirked. "If you keep it up, others may assume you're just as shallow as those you despise. It's very easy for them to believe you think you're too good for everyone. Trust me. They're already so sure I'm a snob. Maybe I am."
With one ear piece in and the other in his hand, Roka continued to browse through his list as he continued. "Oh? Not one single person in your entire family? I find that remarkably difficult to believe." He didn't look up from his ipod screen as he watched a short music video. "If you didn't have anything to prove to anyone, I'm sure a willful girl like you wouldn't be here. Not with your 'dislike' of crowds and human beings, and certainly not if your parents gave you a choice like you said they did. You must be here for a reason."
Without lifting his head, he peered at her, eyes glittering. They spoke of how deeply the question had hurt, even if Roka gave no other reaction. His tone suddenly became serious and almost cold as she remarked on what aspect of himself he was showing his parents. "Pardon me, Tamura-san, but I don't believe what I show my parents is any of your concern. They don't want to see the real me and refuse to notice anything but what might make a difference to my future as a business manager. That is all I will say on the matter."
"If I didn't care what anyone thought," he replied, "then I wouldn't be calling you Miss Tamura. If I dropped the formalities, however, I have reason to believe you would think less of me. And while that may not matter to you, I do care what other people think. Not what they think of me, but of what they think in general. If I didn't, then I wouldn't be a very considerate person, now would I? And then what difference would there be between me and the shallow humans?"
Roka sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. "I'm sorry...don't mind anything I said. I tend to go on for hours in times like this. You're right of course. No one needs any reason to help another living creature. But what I was saying earlier that though it seems the majority of people here do need a reason, there are always a few good people who don't. Like you."
At the inquiry of dogs, the boy was caught off guard. "Dogs? Well, no...I don't think so. Only cats My mother and father have banned all animals from our manor though, probably with the fear that I'm allergic to all of them, but I think I'm fine with dogs. Still...the only pets we've ever had are the koi fish out in the garden, and my tew younger sisters hate me for it." He noted the way Miho looked when she talked of dogs. It was almost the opposite of what she seemed to think of humans. "Different, you say? I see." He hesitated. "Do you have a dog?"
Roka listened and watched. It was what he was best at doing, and how he came to understand people and their intentions. And by the way Miho was looking at him now, speaking to him about friends, he had a feeling someone had betrayed her long ago. It only stood to reason she would never want to get close to anyone again, not after whatever incident had occured. He knew if he wanted to earn her friendship, real friendship, he would have to try hard. But it would only work if she was willing too.
"I'll keep that in mind, Miss Tamura," he assured her as he followed her to the class lines and wandered over towards the boys' 1A line. As he reached it, he replaced his second ear piece. "And I certainly hope so. At the very least until you make up your mind about me being decent or decitful." He winked and waved two fingers in a casual saulte. "Until next time."
((I'm sorry Emmy, I have to go to bed now, but hopefully we can continue later? Thanks for being so patient with me! It was fun! ^^ heart
Talk to you later everyone! See you soon!))
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 12:57 am
((^.^ I'm glad you like her. It means all the time I've spent developing her has paid off. xDDD <33)) With a soft resigned sigh Miho settled into line to wait. Maybe he was right, maybe there was some such person, but even if there was, how would one tell? Wasn’t it better to protect one’s self, than to maybe have a chance at a friendship? Even with all of her years of Rin, all of the fun they’d had. The pain still overweighed the happiness. No, she decided, better to protect herself from the pain than to enjoy a few moments of happiness and then feel then pain afterward. She’d once heard emotions likened to a pendulum; the higher you let one end go the high the other would go. Therefore if she kept from feeling happiness she wouldn’t feel pain. It would be worth it. It had to be.
If others saw her as snob because of it then so be it. She could deal with that, it was nothing she hadn’t dealt with before and it was better than other things. Much, much, much better. For that matter if others saw him as a snob as well who was he to talk?
She ran a hand through her hair glancing over at him. He didn’t seem to understand her point about what people thought; it wasn’t formalities that she had been referring to. More… personality, that he cared what people thought of his personality after all it was obvious he was hiding it from his parents. Though, she winced slightly, maybe she had been a little harsh about that. Some people didn’t realize why they were doing it and if he didn’t realize that then the comment would have simply stung and her point would have been completely missed.
His comment about proving herself gave her pause for a moment before she smiled softly. If she had been trying to prove herself to someone she wouldn’t purposely being keeping her grades low. It was true that she didn’t want to horribly disappoint her father, but she wasn’t trying to prove herself. Her father would love her no matter what, that was the one thing she was sure of. In fact it was the reason that she knew that Roka’s comment about there being decent human beings out there was true. Her father was one of them.
Dogs, the one animal that loved completely without conditions. Once you earned their trust they would stay by you forever. Her lips curved gently and her eyes softened again at the thought of Nao. The one thing other than her father that always been there, had always loved her, and that she knew always would. Her father had given Nao to her at age four, even against her mother’s objections. Usually her father allowed her mother the run of the house so that she wouldn’t always be complaining to him about this or that.
Rubbing a hand over her eyes she focused her eyes forward and studied her teacher. What hand Miss Ayame called him again? Oh yes, Mr Takashi, that was it. She sighed, maybe they could leave soon? She was already getting antsy standing in this line surrounded by people. ((Night Ty! 8D Sleep good. 'twas lotsa fun! And yesyesyes! I totally claim more RP with you. <333))
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 7:35 am
"Yamada Kiyoshi," The male replied, turning back to look at Takumi. It was a general reply, an introduction to those that were paying attention to the conversation. He turned to Mitsuko, the person who had bumped into him earlier that day, and gave her a friendly nod as a greeting before turning back to face the male. "Apologises for the late reply... I didn't realise that you were addressing me."
Turning to the female he didn't meet nor bump into for the whole morning, he bowed slightly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sagawa."
1A sure was chatty this year, not that he minded. It seems that most were more concerned about making friends than making connections.
{*adds color to 1D and Jaz?* 8D'' NPC number 1!}
He sighed, getting out of his seat at the corner of the hall to line up. What a childish act that is... Lining up like they were still is junior high. The worse thing was, he knew that the males from his class hadn't changed a bit. He just saw a bunch of them teasing a poor girl from 1B...
He hated that, but he knew that he could never stand up against a whole group of them. His parents were disappointed in his grades, but if he were to get into a fight with anyone in school... Well, he knew that it'll upset them much further. So much for being from a family trade of the import and export of exotic perfumes.
Giving another sign, he walked over to his class, standing at the back where he wouldn't be noticed. He spotted a girl, someone he seen before but had never talked to, and slowly approached her.
"Ah, Miiya," He blinked, musing out loud as he stood beside the girl. She was always being bullied by the boys from his class, but yet, he couldn't do anything to help. He felt so helpless that someone who was in the same shoes as him would be bullied.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 9:33 am
((....-totally throws Tarii at Miho since she's the only one in the 1B line besides her...I think- 8D))
Tarii twirled her hair in boredom. How much longer could this possibly take? What was her next class even? She hoped it was literature. It was her only favorite subject. Anything else she put almost no effort into doing her complete best. Is that why she's in 1B, perhaps? Sighing a bit she wondered more about her classes. They would probably entitle math, history and language. She shuddered in thought.
Turning her head to watch how the others lined-up she then noticed someone. It was the same girl that she saw earlier. So she was in 1B like her? With an eyebrow twitching she knew that the only way to stop was to talk to her. What would happen if she didn't like her? Not everyone is so excepting in this school. Scratch that, not everyone is so excepting in the real world.
With a light gulp and a sweet smile Tarii started. "Hello there, miss," she gently said.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 1:36 pm
(( I think Chiha is too? Though she would probably drive Miho just as crazy as Mitsuko does. xDDD )) Eyes slightly unfocused Miho was drifting back into her thoughts and wondering if it was possible to read in the line and still hear the teacher when he called. Wait… what? She jumped slightly as she realized there was a voice addressing her, focusing forward she saw the girl from earlier. Thoughts still spinning in her head as she remembered what Roka had said earlier she offered the girl a small half smile “Hello. Class 1B as well?”
It was one thing to avoid other people in the school but it wouldn’t do to insult a classmate too much, then she’d have to live all of her years at this school feeling their glare on her back. Feeling glares was possible she knew, she’d felt them from more than one source throughout the end of middle school. Even if you didn’t care much what people thought feeling glares on your back was still bothersome.
With a soft sigh she ran a hand through her hair, wondering absently what the classes would be. It would be another year of struggling to keep her grades down; getting good grades was easy enough for her that it actually took a fair amount of effort to keep them down. Oh whoops, she’d forgotten the girl in front of her in her musings.
“I’m Tamura, Miho. Nice to meet you.”
She followed the standard polite form of greeting.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 7:25 pm
Tarii shuddered a smile, still feeling a bit nervous. Damn meeting new people. At least she would be here for three years and won't have to meet new people. Unless she's forced to meet freshmen next year. Man that'll stink a lot.
She froze her smile onto her mouth and continued. "Nice to meet you. I'm Wasutori, Tarii," she said, uttering her last name in disdain. She just hoped that she wouldn't recognize the name like Roka did. Otherwise she might have to play messenger.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:05 pm
Miho's brow scrunched a little as she struggled to remember where she had heard that family name recently. Wasutori... food, wasn't it? Gourmet food, yes that was it, but why had she heard it recently... Ah ha. That was it. "You're family supplies the food for the cafeteria don't they?
The other girl seemed to hesitating before mentioning her last name. Why was it, Miho wondered, that people here were reluctant to mention their connections. Wasn't most people's goal to gain as many contacts as they could? So it didn't make sense that already two people had hesitated to mention their connection to their family. After all it was the one thing she wasn't afraid of mentioning, her last name connected her with her father and his business and she was proud to be connected to him.
She eyed the other girl's frozen smile, she'd seen the smile a thousand times, and every businessman and woman wore it at the inane functions that her mother forced her to attend. In fact her mother was always scolding her for not wearing one herself, but she saw no point in smiling when you weren't happy.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:30 pm
Tarii slightly nodded a couple times, giggled lightly yet hardly afterwards. Why did her father have to supply the school with it's food? Couldn't he supply a commoner school with it? They would do much better with it then the people here would.
She then blinked and took off her smile and noticed a change in her face. Was it...disdain? Irritation? Maybe Tarii was just imagining it. She was use to spacing off for no apparent reason. Whenever she would walk and become bored she would daydream about absolutely nothing of any interest to anyone. At times it was what she would eat when she got to a certain destination. Maybe flashbacks of her childhood. It felt strange is what she could say about it.
"What do you prefer me to call you?" Tarii asked, snapping from her daydream. "Do you want me to call you Tamura-san or Miho-chan? Or just Miho?" She honestly was not use to calling people by their last name. At times she even slipped and forgot to add the -san, -chan or -kun next to their name when addressing them. It didn't bother her mother since they called each other by their first name in England. Her father was a different story.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 3:11 am
Miiya was getting slightly dizzy with excitement. So many people...haah~ Ah, was there someone talking to her? She was pretty sure she heard her name...she thought. she wasn't too sure as she had been spacing out. Turning, she saw a student whom she recognized, but didn't know too well. "Um... were you talking to me?" she asked. Miiya realized that it sounded rude the moment the sentence escaped from her lips. oops.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 3:20 am
"Well, erm... Yeah... I guess?" He stammered, finishing with a lame word. He tugged at his tie, loosening it further as he fiddled with it nerviously. How was he to explain that he had accidentely called out her name when thinking about it?
"I'm Kisame Ryou," He said gruffly, giving a lopsided smile. He still looked a little nervous as he continued, "Er... Nice to meet you? We're in the same class."
Another lame finish to his sentense... What a first impression.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 3:27 am
The boy seemed... scared? Miiya wasn't too sure. "Ah, nice to meet you too, Kisame Ryou-kun!" Miiya was glad to meet anyone in 1D who was not like those bullies. He was polite, too.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 6:30 am
"Yeah..." He said, managing a smile. This girl was nice... She don't deserve to be bullied by so many boys just because of her... He frowned, never really getting why she was always being bullied and poked fun at. After all, he was always to chicken to approach.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he laughed nervously, "I guess you want to get out of 1D as well, right? I mean, since they kept bullying you and all..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 6:40 am
Minori tried to supress a shudder at Mitsuko's remark, not disgusted at her clumsiness, but...scared. Scared of the pain, worried of...She shook her head to clear herself of these thoughts. It wasn't happening to her. She was fine. Catching Mitsuko's gaze however, she understood, and immediately, hoped to know the girl better.
"Oh hello Kiyoshi-san." She smiled at the other boy. Another classmate.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 6:57 am
Kiyoshi nodded politely, remembering what Minori's family trade was. Well, although they could be considered rivals in that same trade, in Ouran High, they would be classmates. Who knows? Maybe they'll even become friends in the long run.
"The teacher, Miss Ayame, seems like a really good teacher," He mused, more as a comment than a sentence directed at anybody.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 7:01 am
Minori was oblivious to the fact that their families were in the same trade, being away for quite some time. Then again, she'd learn. Sooner or later. Her eyes drifted down to her bag to make sure that it allowed air inside for the kitten and then looked up again.
"I think she'll be a nice form teacher."
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