RP Intro Vault: All Girl Ouran? [Ouran]
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wildfireblossomTitle: All Girl Ouran?
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: PG
Character(s): OCs Shiomi and Maya, Nicholas mentioned and not mine
Word Count: 1,495 words
Summary: Maya and Shiomi talk. Shiomi tries to help Nicholas in trouble.
Notes: It's a shame I'll probably never use Shiomi again. I liked playing her. Shiomi is Tamaki and Haruhi's daughter. Maya is Kyoya's. Actually, I like Maya too but I just never had the chance to develop her properly. This was supposed to be for a host club with all of the original characters' daughters and one boy.
There was no such thing as an ordinary day at Ouran Academy. None simply existed. No, every day was laced with long-winded chats regarding the newest technology, or perhaps socializing with an after school club. Dull moments were far between for very privileged kids. That day was no rule exception.
"I told you, we should buy that and that and one of those hats for extra measure. In case of the occasion. It'll be cute for dancing. Oh! And that shirt's pretty, isn't it?" Maya Ootori proclaimed, pointing at a clothing ad with summer patterns. She held the phonebook-sized catalogue in one hand. "These will fit with our current theme of bright colors. You know how seasonal colors attract customers. It always makes them feel warm and fuzzy!"
Maya grinned and pointed the marker in her hand behind her towards the window and the courtyard beyond it, twirling around in her spot as if she had won the lottery. Her black hair followed her and swung against her shoulders, except for the fact that the waist-length, straight black strands of hair had been squeezed into low pigtails. She watched her friend at the opposite side of the hallway with interest for the girl's reaction.
"If you say so, but I think guys appreciate darker colors," Shiomi sighed. "Except that one girl who asks for you almost every day in the club. She wears those bright hair accessories just to catch your attention, I hope you do realize."
Shiomi shook her head to clear it of all of Maya's babble about colors and cutesy things, allowing blond bangs to fall over her forehead. Her hair was neither long nor short, but it did inch past her shoulders and fit nicely into a side ponytail. Shiomi shrugged and leaned against the window. She closed her eyes, concealing the fleeting look of amusement in her hazel eyes. Her words might have been level-headed, but her feelings betrayed her. Shiomi was unable to restrain a smile at Maya's enthusiasm. It was difficult to keep up when Maya jumped from one item to the next.
While Maya's eyes were intensely glued and scanning the pictures, Shiomi's gaze flipped to the giant red digits taking up the lower half of the page. She whistled. "Prices."
"It doesn't get cheaper."
"Not even a little? Discounts? I mean, it should be criminal for yen prices to have that many zeros at the end. I feel dizzy. Are you sure we're not dealing with the yakuza?"
"Stingy. Oh, please. Don't tell me your daddy doesn't dote on you like a princess; I've seen your army of stuffed animals. Our families have enough yen for everything in here plus an annual subscription. Which I simply do!" Maya snorted good-naturedly, stars forming in her eyes dreamily. "Should it be less? This baby's a premium catalogue. We'll get it weeks before anyone else. We can't argue with fast service! Well, I could pull a string or two—"
Shiomi glanced between Maya and the ground, biting her lip nervously. Listening to Maya’s speech for the umpteenth time about prices drove her crazy. Maya was proud of the money she oversaw and each overall purchase. Yes, Maya was a non-curable shopaholic. There was more to Maya than what met the eye, however (Shiomi had a list of other good and bad things), but Maya was indeed quite excitable over anything on "sale". Meanwhile, Shiomi was less enthused if not only for the fact that reaching for more money in the club's budget was comparable to angry termites gnawing at the back of her head. Buying things to her was more about functionality than the price tag or how rare it was to find.
"Hm? Yeah, yeah, we'll spoil our guests so rotten our budget will be bled dry. Got it," Shiomi interrupted. "Oh, the purple couch is better."
"Hey, now. Dad taught me the ropes for the club's budget. I'm a math whiz and self-control pro." Maya's eyebrows then furrowed in disagreement. She reexamined page contents. "Is it? I'm not sure if it'll match the pink walls, though."
Shiomi blinked in realization. She had not really considered that specifically. The purple chair did look cozier than the pink one, but color coordination did matter. She was not as prone to point out those differences even if she saw them, but she agreed with it when it was brought up. Maybe using the music room's old couches was for the best rather than double dipping for something unnecessary to replace.
"Probably not. You're right," Shiomi relented. "Or, you know, I like red. Red isn't shabby with pink walls?"
"You know, maybe! In that case, we should just mark this and. . . ."
But it was not long afterward that Shiomi noticed something at the corner of her eye. It took Shiomi a moment to connect the scene because she had to peer over Maya's head, but a feeling of dread seized her mind when the speeding delivery truck crept closer through the street lane. There was a guy out in the road. Based on his clothing he seemed like a causal passerby. He also seemed blissfully unaware of his impending doom. For Shiomi, it was like watching a slow motion film. She was not sure what she saw until it finally clicked.
"Wait a minute," Shiomi murmured.
"What?" Maya automatically questioned, not looking up from her catalogue. She thumbed through the glossy pages before her face lit up in what she thought she understood. "Oh, did you decide on that jewelry? Should I go back to page ninety-eight and—"
At that point, Shiomi's worry boiled over. Maya's words were drowned out by a switch that flipped in her brain to move and go save him. "Watch out!" she yelled to Nikolas, fully knowing that she sounded stupid. He would never hear Shiomi at her distance from him. And suddenly, she was not exactly sure what destination her feet were headed, and she started running. The skirt of her uniform whipped against her knees and blew out behind her as her sprint quickened.
"H-Huh?" Maya blurted out faintly, startled by the rush of Shiomi's voice. She gazed upwards thoughtlessly. Maya never heard Shiomi speak in quite that manner unless it meant something important was happening, and Maya momentarily stared in thorough shock at Shiomi's back as she watched Shiomi dash down the hallway. What was she talking about? Someone was in danger at Ouran Academy? It couldn't be.
Maya reached her hand out, clasping the marker in her hand in uncertainty. Other students were staring at Maya as if to ask her what that was all about, but she paid no attention to them. She had to see what had spooked Shiomi into urgency. She looked out the high window, scrunching her up her nose in concentration. Spotting the incoming truck took a moment too long, but her eyes widened, light brown eyes wavering a bit. Now Shiomi's reckless actions were clear. The catalogue and the black marker in her hands fell and landed on the hallway's floor with a crash of papers and bookmarks.
"Shiomi, don't! Stop!"
But it was a pointless, because Maya knew that Shiomi was not going to "stop" on her command; whenever Shiomi was determined to do something, the world could only watch out and anticipate it. Even if she did not like it at all and watching would have been simpler on the soles of her shoes, Maya did not pause and rushed to follow after Shiomi's lead to the street. She was not positive on what she was going to do to help out but that issue would fix itself in due time.
Maya may as well not have said anything to her, for Shiomi's ears closed off communication to the outside world. It might have been blind faith to protect someone else's life. Shiomi was not really sure herself, but all she heard was the sound of her own breathing. She was eventually out of the hallway's exit door and across the school's well-manicured lawn in a less than thirty seconds. If there was one thing to thank herself for, running track back in middle school had helped her down the line.
She braced herself before running into the street, managing not to hesitate or slow down her pace. Shiomi's basic intention was to push Nickolas into the grass and then jump into the safety zone. It was that easy in theory. Yet, her speed worked against her favor. She pushed her hands out in front of her when she was next to Nickolas and grabbed onto the back of his shirt to drag him away. However, she lost her balance slightly and ended up shoving the entire length of both of her forearms into his side. If credit was needed, it was enough force to knock them out of the way. He might be surprised, but she cursed herself for her lack of carefulness.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: PG
Character(s): OCs Shiomi and Maya, Nicholas mentioned and not mine
Word Count: 1,495 words
Summary: Maya and Shiomi talk. Shiomi tries to help Nicholas in trouble.
Notes: It's a shame I'll probably never use Shiomi again. I liked playing her. Shiomi is Tamaki and Haruhi's daughter. Maya is Kyoya's. Actually, I like Maya too but I just never had the chance to develop her properly. This was supposed to be for a host club with all of the original characters' daughters and one boy.
There was no such thing as an ordinary day at Ouran Academy. None simply existed. No, every day was laced with long-winded chats regarding the newest technology, or perhaps socializing with an after school club. Dull moments were far between for very privileged kids. That day was no rule exception.
"I told you, we should buy that and that and one of those hats for extra measure. In case of the occasion. It'll be cute for dancing. Oh! And that shirt's pretty, isn't it?" Maya Ootori proclaimed, pointing at a clothing ad with summer patterns. She held the phonebook-sized catalogue in one hand. "These will fit with our current theme of bright colors. You know how seasonal colors attract customers. It always makes them feel warm and fuzzy!"
Maya grinned and pointed the marker in her hand behind her towards the window and the courtyard beyond it, twirling around in her spot as if she had won the lottery. Her black hair followed her and swung against her shoulders, except for the fact that the waist-length, straight black strands of hair had been squeezed into low pigtails. She watched her friend at the opposite side of the hallway with interest for the girl's reaction.
"If you say so, but I think guys appreciate darker colors," Shiomi sighed. "Except that one girl who asks for you almost every day in the club. She wears those bright hair accessories just to catch your attention, I hope you do realize."
Shiomi shook her head to clear it of all of Maya's babble about colors and cutesy things, allowing blond bangs to fall over her forehead. Her hair was neither long nor short, but it did inch past her shoulders and fit nicely into a side ponytail. Shiomi shrugged and leaned against the window. She closed her eyes, concealing the fleeting look of amusement in her hazel eyes. Her words might have been level-headed, but her feelings betrayed her. Shiomi was unable to restrain a smile at Maya's enthusiasm. It was difficult to keep up when Maya jumped from one item to the next.
While Maya's eyes were intensely glued and scanning the pictures, Shiomi's gaze flipped to the giant red digits taking up the lower half of the page. She whistled. "Prices."
"It doesn't get cheaper."
"Not even a little? Discounts? I mean, it should be criminal for yen prices to have that many zeros at the end. I feel dizzy. Are you sure we're not dealing with the yakuza?"
"Stingy. Oh, please. Don't tell me your daddy doesn't dote on you like a princess; I've seen your army of stuffed animals. Our families have enough yen for everything in here plus an annual subscription. Which I simply do!" Maya snorted good-naturedly, stars forming in her eyes dreamily. "Should it be less? This baby's a premium catalogue. We'll get it weeks before anyone else. We can't argue with fast service! Well, I could pull a string or two—"
Shiomi glanced between Maya and the ground, biting her lip nervously. Listening to Maya’s speech for the umpteenth time about prices drove her crazy. Maya was proud of the money she oversaw and each overall purchase. Yes, Maya was a non-curable shopaholic. There was more to Maya than what met the eye, however (Shiomi had a list of other good and bad things), but Maya was indeed quite excitable over anything on "sale". Meanwhile, Shiomi was less enthused if not only for the fact that reaching for more money in the club's budget was comparable to angry termites gnawing at the back of her head. Buying things to her was more about functionality than the price tag or how rare it was to find.
"Hm? Yeah, yeah, we'll spoil our guests so rotten our budget will be bled dry. Got it," Shiomi interrupted. "Oh, the purple couch is better."
"Hey, now. Dad taught me the ropes for the club's budget. I'm a math whiz and self-control pro." Maya's eyebrows then furrowed in disagreement. She reexamined page contents. "Is it? I'm not sure if it'll match the pink walls, though."
Shiomi blinked in realization. She had not really considered that specifically. The purple chair did look cozier than the pink one, but color coordination did matter. She was not as prone to point out those differences even if she saw them, but she agreed with it when it was brought up. Maybe using the music room's old couches was for the best rather than double dipping for something unnecessary to replace.
"Probably not. You're right," Shiomi relented. "Or, you know, I like red. Red isn't shabby with pink walls?"
"You know, maybe! In that case, we should just mark this and. . . ."
But it was not long afterward that Shiomi noticed something at the corner of her eye. It took Shiomi a moment to connect the scene because she had to peer over Maya's head, but a feeling of dread seized her mind when the speeding delivery truck crept closer through the street lane. There was a guy out in the road. Based on his clothing he seemed like a causal passerby. He also seemed blissfully unaware of his impending doom. For Shiomi, it was like watching a slow motion film. She was not sure what she saw until it finally clicked.
"Wait a minute," Shiomi murmured.
"What?" Maya automatically questioned, not looking up from her catalogue. She thumbed through the glossy pages before her face lit up in what she thought she understood. "Oh, did you decide on that jewelry? Should I go back to page ninety-eight and—"
At that point, Shiomi's worry boiled over. Maya's words were drowned out by a switch that flipped in her brain to move and go save him. "Watch out!" she yelled to Nikolas, fully knowing that she sounded stupid. He would never hear Shiomi at her distance from him. And suddenly, she was not exactly sure what destination her feet were headed, and she started running. The skirt of her uniform whipped against her knees and blew out behind her as her sprint quickened.
"H-Huh?" Maya blurted out faintly, startled by the rush of Shiomi's voice. She gazed upwards thoughtlessly. Maya never heard Shiomi speak in quite that manner unless it meant something important was happening, and Maya momentarily stared in thorough shock at Shiomi's back as she watched Shiomi dash down the hallway. What was she talking about? Someone was in danger at Ouran Academy? It couldn't be.
Maya reached her hand out, clasping the marker in her hand in uncertainty. Other students were staring at Maya as if to ask her what that was all about, but she paid no attention to them. She had to see what had spooked Shiomi into urgency. She looked out the high window, scrunching her up her nose in concentration. Spotting the incoming truck took a moment too long, but her eyes widened, light brown eyes wavering a bit. Now Shiomi's reckless actions were clear. The catalogue and the black marker in her hands fell and landed on the hallway's floor with a crash of papers and bookmarks.
"Shiomi, don't! Stop!"
But it was a pointless, because Maya knew that Shiomi was not going to "stop" on her command; whenever Shiomi was determined to do something, the world could only watch out and anticipate it. Even if she did not like it at all and watching would have been simpler on the soles of her shoes, Maya did not pause and rushed to follow after Shiomi's lead to the street. She was not positive on what she was going to do to help out but that issue would fix itself in due time.
Maya may as well not have said anything to her, for Shiomi's ears closed off communication to the outside world. It might have been blind faith to protect someone else's life. Shiomi was not really sure herself, but all she heard was the sound of her own breathing. She was eventually out of the hallway's exit door and across the school's well-manicured lawn in a less than thirty seconds. If there was one thing to thank herself for, running track back in middle school had helped her down the line.
She braced herself before running into the street, managing not to hesitate or slow down her pace. Shiomi's basic intention was to push Nickolas into the grass and then jump into the safety zone. It was that easy in theory. Yet, her speed worked against her favor. She pushed her hands out in front of her when she was next to Nickolas and grabbed onto the back of his shirt to drag him away. However, she lost her balance slightly and ended up shoving the entire length of both of her forearms into his side. If credit was needed, it was enough force to knock them out of the way. He might be surprised, but she cursed herself for her lack of carefulness.
