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 Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 5:39 pm
((Lol, it's fine. Totally forgot to have Mitsuki start moving, so you have every right to do so~ LOL))
Mitsuki started moving forward with her wheelchair, somewhat oblivious to Kyoudai's hands on the handles of her wheelchair. Still, she had the slightest feeling that Kyoudai was sort of guiding-- perhaps-- the wheelchair, though she couldn't really feel her hands on the handles-- she could barely feel her putting any pressure on the handles. Still, even with that thought, she was sort of at peace. Mitsuki remembered how she never, ever let anybody helped her. She was stubborn and independent. That often annoyed some of her friends-- but they also somewhat respected her for it. She never asked for help, and she always was strong.
Mitsuki felt weak now. She hated it... She couldn't be strong like this... it was difficult. Hearing Kyoudai speak, she glanced upward toward her, and registered the question. Did she hurt? She did... a little. No... she didn't hurt simply a little, but she wasn't hurting a lot either. "I am..." she admitted in a murmur. "But I've gotten used to most of it," she added, nodding to confirm her answer.
She continued down the hall with Kyoudai behind her, making her way toward the exit near the back. Surprisingly, music room three was close to the exit leading to the big maze. She slowed down in front of the door, hoping and waiting for Kyoudai to open it-- because, obviously, Mitsuki couldn't open it herself.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 2:59 pm
"Ah!" Kyoudai gasped slightly, forgetting that her friend couldn't open the door. I just cant process this... she thought to herself, holding back the tears. She walked around the wheelchair, letting her fingers slide along the edge of the handle, pushing the doors open with a warm gust of air, blowing her long, purple hair behind her. It flowed like silk before laying flat against her back again, and she took a step back to give Mitsuki room, hoping she wouldn't take wrong in any way.
Personally, Kyoudai, along with Mitsuki, would've wanted it raining. That is, unless Mitsuki changed... Kyoudai sighed. It's just good to be back with you, Mitsuki... she wanted to say out loud, but held it back for reasons unknown. On the inside, she was growing anxious. What was making her so sad? What was giving her so much pain..? She closed her eyes tightly, slightly gritting her teeth. She couldn't think straight with these thoughts running through her mind! She held it a second longer before sighing heavily, proceeding out after Mitsuki. Seeing the two girls out the doorway, they quickly slipped out, trotting off after them. Kaoru was still trying to piece things together, but Mitsuki's mind was in to big of a lock for him to break. There was definately curiosity in him, but it hardly showed. He was still faking mischeif so Hikaru would go along with it. (Ooc: GAH. Crappy post is crappy for the twins. ><)
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 3:35 pm
((Lol, s'okay~))
Mitsuki frowned at the gust of warm wind. "Doesn't look like it'll rain today," she observed softly, sighing almost inaudibly. She loved the rain, and still did. Still, she rolled her way outside, glancing toward the maze and positioning the wheelchair so she could move straight toward the entrance to the maze. She could faintly hear two sighs coming from Kyoudai, one after the other, but still continued on toward the maze. She didn't mean to put her friend in so much distress. It was just hard, for her and for Kyoudai at the moment. Mitsuki knew this. She knew she'd feel a lot better after talking to Kyoudai. Her best friend always knew how to make her happy in the end.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 6:03 pm
Kyoudai put on a smile, letting the distress leave her body for the moment. "Oh, I know... But ten again, there could be a miracle, just for us~" she chirped, continuing toward the maze. She quickly trotted forward, entering the maze first. She always loved the maze and it's roses, but she didn't like it for that. Ohhhh, nooo, she loved it for the mysteries in it. Now, her and Mitsuki were about to make their own. (Ooc: Heh... Just starting to get into this again... ^^; )
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 8:29 pm
((Lol, me too~))
"Maybe so," Mitsuki agreed, a lighter tone in her voice than before. It was very close to a cheerful tone... almost. Hanging out with Kyoudai always made her feel happy... even in the darkest of times, such as right now. Mitsuki couldn't help but feel cheerful... somewhat... around Kyoudai. Still, she had yet to crack even the smallest smile. She'd come close with her smirk/grimace earlier, at the very least. Perhaps it was time to go another step. But, for the moment she had to speak to Kyoudai. To tell someone what she had bottled up for nearly a month; to tell someone her problems. That was what friends were for anyway, wasn't it? Partially, at least.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 12:37 am
Kyoudai's purple eyes brought their attention to a longer stemmed rose than the rest. Tilting her head in interest, she carefully grabbed it, making sure not to grab the thorns, then carefully broke it off the hedges. Using her nails, she precisely picked the thorns off. The fully bloomed rose, a bright yellow in color, reflected the light. Which, in it's part, made it all the more brighter. She turned on her heel to look at Mitsuki, then squatted down and began fixing it into her hair so it would stay behind her ear. She snapped off the extra stem sticking out the back and stood up again, smiling sincerely. Sure, they both didn't really mind for flowers... But, it was a really nice gesture. "Aha!" Kyoudai blurted out suddenly, her smile growing wider. She spotted the small little hut... The one she normally sat in just to get out of the sun. "We can stop there, unless you want to keep going?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 11:55 am
Mitsuki blinked as she watched Kyoudai pick the bright, yellow flower, and pick off its thorns. Her face had somewhat of a blank expression as Kyoudai fixed it in her hair. However, after Kyoudai stood back and smiled with that sincere smile, Mitsuki struggled with herself just to smile. At least once. She tried really hard... she had to smile. To know that Kyoudai was here, just ready to listen to her... it was such a nice feeling. Mitsuki made the attempt, however all that came from it was a tiny smirk. Almost a grimace, but less so than before. Almost there... Kyoudai's voice broke her from her thoughts. Mitsuki looked ahead, examining the little hut. She looked around her, and then nodded. "Yeah, this place will be fine," she responded.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:53 pm
Kyoudai nodded once knowingly, then scooted herself into the hut, sitting on the benches. She spread her legs and put her hands on the edge of the bench between her legs. Though, soon after, she rested her elbows on the table, hands crossed beneath her chin. Her eyes were narrowed slightly in concern. She and Mitsuki had just met after years of being apart, and she hadn't once smiled a true smile. Truthfully, Kyoudai missed it. "Mitsuki, please start. I know something's bothering you, and I'm pretty sure thats what we came out here to discuss." she spoke softly, holding her hand out for her to start. She was all the way in the back of the hut, on the opposite end of the table. She did this so Mitsuki could see her straight on, seeing as she probably wouldn't get out of her wheelchair. Thinking of this made her flinch, also making her arm twitch quite a bit. Despite the mental problems Mitsuki was facing, she also had severe physical wounds. Sure, sure, Mitsuki always broke things back in America, but she never had to be in a wheelchair. The thought was like a steel ball in Kyoudai's stomach, making her slouch over to cover up the feeling. This wasn't about her thoughts, but Mitsuki's. She nodded for her to start.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 7:40 pm
((Lol, my health teacher's ex-fiance was in Tool Academy. xDDD I was so surprised but laughed so hard.))
Mitsuki entered the hut behind Kyoudai and moved to the opposite end so she could see Kyoudai clearly without having the trouble of tilting her head too far either way. She positioned herself comfortably, and after Kyoudai motioned for her to begin, Mitsuki heaved a great sigh. "You're right, of course. I've been trouble for nearly a month now. And I've kept everything bottled up-- if American health classes are to send anything to bite me now, it's the mental and emotional health that suffers from keeping your problems to yourself." There was a small scoff, and a smirk. The two both knew how much they hated health classes. Gym was so much better.
Clearing her throat quickly, she continued. "Well... Where do I start..." Perhaps this was something she should have been thinking through her mind. Oh well... "Well, you know how the twins always fought, right? And when they didn't, they always got into trouble... which always resulted in them picking a fight after they were both grounded. My parents... er, my real parents, rather, didn't like that at all. That was why they went to America with me and Ayame." Mitsuki, trying to collect her thoughts, was resorting herself to twiddling her thumbs. Pathetic, she scolded herself mentally. "They had originally sent me, Hoshiko, and Yuki to America. To change ourselves; to change our ways. And they sent Ayame along because she wanted to be with me. Shortly after you left, my parents returned-- ironically enough, on my thirteenth birthday. They spent the entire day with me. I thought things would be fun, okay. Not at all. The end of the day, they'd told me Ayame and I were to return to Japan. To leave our friends behind. It sucked, as I'm sure you know."
Mitsuki took a slow intake of breath, and chewed on her lip for a moment, somewhat in thought. "You notice how I only said Ayame and I. Being the b_____ds my parents are, they decided to disinherit the twins. One of them is somewhere in Washington. The other is... somewhere near Florida, on the other side of the country." Mitsuki glared at the floor, a little bit peeved at the memory. "Do you believe that? To separate twins like that, even if they did fight. They will never see their original family, or each other again..." Mitsuki desperately wanted to find them. She wanted to, once she made a full recovery, just grab a plane and search everywhere for them. Just to see them again. At least once. "It's kinda why I chose Hikaru and Kaoru as hosts. Not only for our very small past with each other in middle school, but because I view them as the loving twins my sisters will never get to be." That was when she paused a little-- just to let Kyoudai register it all. She had a lot more to explain. This was only about a month or two after Kyoudai had left America. No, Mitsuki's story was far from over.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 8:36 pm
(Ooc: Lets just say the twins are listening in behind the hedge. ^^; ) Kyoudai listened intently, not tearing her eyes from Mitsuki for a moment. She saw a smirk on Mitsuki's lip. You were almost there... she told her mentally, but didnt feel the need to say it aloud. After hearing her sisters end result, she too felt a bit pissed. Though, she wouldn't have a clue how that felt. She nodded, signalling Mitsuki to continue. She wanted her to explain everything before she spoke. That way she didn't make a tactless comment that sent Mitsuki back into her pit of sadness. She was slowly breaking out... This was just helping.. For a few moments she would sink again, but after this, she would be closer to the edge than she had ever been.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 9:19 pm
Mitsuki saw her friend's signal for her to continue, and she did. She heaved a deep breath, and began once more. "Well, I guess I'll just skip forward a little bit. I'd tell you about the good punch I gave Kaoru back in middle school, but that doesn't relate to my problems at all, and it would make a good story for a rainy day. Uh... I guess I'll just cut into bits and pieces. From around my last year in middle school to a month ago, my parents had been pestering me and Ayame about the 'final cut', as they put it. This so-called cut would determine who would rightfully serve as the heir to our family's company. The heir would stay. The one who got cut would be disinherited and given to some stupid family in America. Even you must admit that the one who would be cut was obvious-- me. Ayame was perfect... too perfect. Her only flaw was that she always hung around me..." Each word she spoke had a bitter edge to it, as she seemed to form more hatred for her family with each sentence. And it was true, she hated her parents more than one could ever imagine. More than a fat kid hated diets, as her rather rude father would have so bluntly put it.
"I didn't really care... Now that I thought about it. Looking at the positives at the time, I would have been reunited with our friends in America, albeit the very few, seeing as you still were not there." Mitsuki paused for a moment to choose her wording. "However... I never looked at the situation in that perspective. I only felt anger. As each day passed, and the day of the cut was coming closer, I became more irritated; more aggravated with the world in general. I knew I wasn't going to be chosen... it was... inevitable. If I thought about it as I do now, I would have been prepared. But I wasn't. And I suppose it was because I didn't want to really leave Ouran quite yet. I loved the Host Club. I loved the guests-- or most of them-- and I loved each and every host. They wouldn't have a host club where I was going, that I was sure of.
"Finally the day came... That was one of my most irritable days. I don't think anybody had gotten so much as a smile from me. Only scowls. Naturally, I nearly exploded when my sister came to the host club after the club she was in had ended for the day. She was looking at me as I opened the door, with a look of sorrow and distress on her face. You know that face... she gave me that look when she accidentally smashed my favorite Christmas ornament. I was positive it meant that I had been right this entire time. She apologized to me repeatedly, and none of the hosts had, and still have, no idea what went on that day. Despite the apologies, I'd had enough. I wouldn't listen to her, being the stubborn fool I was and still am now. I spoke cold words to her, and brushed by her. I walked home, and left her there. I figured, I might as well get a head start and pack, if I was going to leave anyway." Mitsuki coughed once, and then broke her gaze from Kyoudai-- a sign that the worst was coming close. She continued, staring at her feet, solemnly.
"I had decided to cool down for a little bit. I sat on my bed, and did what I normally did when I was angry. I laid down, stared up at the ceiling, and cursed. But, this time, I thought for a long while. I felt somewhat guilty. My anger, I'd taken it all out on Ayame, when she was the last person to deserve it. It was my parents. Not her at all. You really can't help your nature of being perfect or stupid. Nothing changes. I decided to go back to the school and apologize to Ayame... and say good-bye, of course. Half way there, I'd decided to take a short cut me and Ayame had found one day while exploring around town. But..." At this point, hot tears formed out of anger and sorrow. Mitsuki hadn't ever cried, not since the day Ayame had died. She bit down on her lip tightly and cleared her throat and continued again. The cold tone of her voice had died down, and was replaced by the shaky tone of a sad and lonely girl. She inhaled deeply. "I saw two men... and Ayame..." Her arms tensed, and her fists clenched tightly, enough so that her knuckles turned pale white. Her eyes traveled back up toward Kyoudai's face, and a couple tears ran down her face. "They killed her... and all I did was stand there and watch..." she swallowed hard. Her gaze drifted toward her feet again, and lifelessly she gazed at them. "I blamed it all on myself... my parents had no choice but to keep me as their heir... But I let them punish me as much as they wanted to." At this point she was speaking with a strained voice. Pain was flooding back into her, the memories, each hit she'd taken. Everything. But she welcomed it, just as she had before. "They tortured me, abused me, harassed me... But... I didn't do anything about it. Because I thought it was right..." And she'd paused once again, trembling slightly. Though retelling this story was bringing her much pain, she knew it was right. Someone had to know now. This pain would make her feel better once Kyoudai knew. Mitsuki knew this. And she wasn't quite through with her tale yet.
"I let this go on for a week. Then that following weekend, I received God's ultimate punishment..." Mitsuki, calming herself down, inhaled and exhaled slowly. "I was crossing the street to buy my parents some food... I was unaware of the drunk driver running a red light, doing 80. I had heard it coming, finally, and turned to see it... But I found myself paralyzed in fear. It was one of those times you wished you'd get an adrenaline rush. But I never got one. I was immobile... And it hit me." Mitsuki rubbed her chin subconsciously. "I'd been in the hospital since then. The doctors told me it would be a while before I could walk. I can barely move at all. I'm stuck in one position; my back is too stiff and my stomach can still open its wounds if I'm not careful. I had thought... that this was fitting... But I don't know anymore..." Mitsuki relaxed a little. She'd finished her story. Hearing herself tell it all... she felt stupid. Was this really something to be worked up over? At the time, absolutely. Mitsuki, still, couldn't help but blame herself and her nature for all of this to happen. Because nothing ever changes.
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