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[Nagasaki Yuki]

When thoughts were left to wander, many things were able to be thought about. Usually though, they tended to be some of the most amusing things of course. When coming to a new school, your mind is usually spinning with thoughts of getting lost or even some of the smallest and simplest things. Things always tended to become a bit difficult, and after a while, sometimes your mind was able to let them get out of hand. It was ridiculous how the mind worked, sometimes the brain was able to blind your eyes from the truth of things, though it made people wonder though why we even need eyes to see if we are always being blinded by them anyways.

The skies were a bright blue color on a day like this, not as deep as the ocean, but more of the color of a blueberry. It was a different color for one to see on a day like this. The wind was gentle on this day, and it seemed to blow strands of peoples hair in their faces as they walked by on the campus. The sun of course with all of its graceful beauty was shining down on the students of Ouran’s faces. The sun kissed every last person, leaving a more washed out and sun burnt color of skin on the person’s features. Little did they know, it was more visible when they entered a building.

It was amusing to see these people be so dumb. They just didn’t know the reality of anything, now did they? Of course not, for if they did, then they wouldn’t be out in the sun letting their fragile skin become tainted by the filthy rays of the sun. Yuki Nagasaki disliked being in what she called the filth of life, or the sun on bright days like this. When it was like this, she just wanted to hurt something, and of course she always had many different thoughts running through her mind. She carried in her hands a parasol to shield her from the sun, so she smiled so cutely as she paced across the grounds. She wasn’t here to attend a class, no; she was here out of pure boredom.

She let a small sigh escape her pale lips. God she wished she could just torture a member of the Host Club. It would certainly be fun to hear them scream in pain as she cut them and watched the blood flow down their arm in an endless flow, and she would let them bleed. She never killed her victim, that wasn’t how she played at all. Yuki was known for just injuring them and in that she made sure they didn’t remember her if she inflicted physical pain upon them. Humans deserved this, right? It was only fair, for they were always so cruel to one another, so this had to even be more than anyone deserved. Of course Yuki never really got in trouble if she was caught for the things she did. Her family was wealthy enough to pay it off, so she didn’t care.

Sometimes she wondered if she was born to have a life like this. It was full of endless fun, torture, and violence of course. And, to top it off, she was stunningly gorgeous with prominent crimson eyes that many people could identify. She let out a small chuckle as she sifted her pale fingers through her snow colored hair. It was naturally like that, but it was prettier than most shades of white, so of course better was best in this sort of situation. She had so many thoughts running in her mind so idly, so freely that she wondered if she would be able to stop herself eventually. She paused as she made it to a large cherry blossom tree that provided enough shade to her liking and she decided to sit under it. She leaned against the tree and closed her eyes. Ah, the darkness was so comforting, it was like her light of hope and her one and only love. There was only one thing that was in her way here at this school, and that of course was the Host Club, so of course with a small and twisted smile, she thought of plots to put an end to them. It wasn’t like she would go through with them though. She was one person, and they were so many, but she would definitely be interested if someone else hated them just as much and wanted to see them wiped out entirely. For now though, she was fine letting herself rest as she stared out at the people passing by the area.

[Minase Kuro]

The air was warm and the sun shone brightly on each passerby on the school grounds. You could say it was a nice day, but Kuro could really care less. Today was his supposed first day of class. But before anything started he wanted to give this pompous school a once over. Everyone that surrounded him carried on with their day, not really caring or worrying about their classmates who attended here alongside them. Some did care though, but only for personal gain. They were the ones that made up most of this school, the rich wannabees. The ones who planned to take over the billion dollar companies once their mummies and daddies had stepped down. If they knew who Kuro really was they would probably mock him. He lived a simple life, but for them their childhood consisted of having money thrown at their feet. It was annoying, jealously raged throughout him. Yes, Kuro did despise this school. But he did have good reason to transfer here. Love. He was the hero, they were the side characters.

Kuro ran his fingers through his silver hair and glanced at his surroundings. He had no idea where he was, but regardless it wouldn't be that difficult to find his way back. There were benches all around, so he took it upon himself to sit on one of them. They were long, and made of some sort of pale expensive looking stone. Only Ouran could afford to have scenery like this. It was surprising that this building was a high school. Back home, not even colleges were like this.

Closing his eyes, Kuro sighed loudly to himself. He bent over and let his elbows rest on top of his things while his arms dangled over in between his legs. Kuro didn't feel like going to class just yet, so just staying like this for a while was good enough for him. The only thoughts that swam through his mind were hateful, but in general he was quite a vengeful person. He made sure to do his homework before coming here, so he knew about the fate of his true love. She was a maiden indeed, but caught in the claws of the murderous 'host club' as they liked to call themselves. He couldn't say indefinitely why she was part of such a club, but he knew it was Haruhi right away when he saw her. Her hair was different, it was cut short in a boyish fashion, but it was still the same Haruhi. She didn't look all too pleased to be in the club, if anything she appeared annoyed. Kuro kept coming back and watching them, this was all before he got himself in. He knew Haruhi though, and this wasn't the life for her. She was living the life of a man. It was confusing, but back at the hometown she dressed as she usually would. Kuro would know, over the past few weeks he had been keeping watch on her. He didn't consider it stalkerish in any way, so everything was fine to him. But this, this was definitely not fine. They had Haruhi dressed in the male uniform and working for them as some disgusting host to cater to women. Kuro twisted his face into a frown, all of this annoyed him to another level. Why would she agree to do something like this? And so he came to the only answer he could think of, that she was being forced. Kuro would get to the bottom of this, and he would free her. By any means possible.

Thinking about all of this made him flustered. It was the host club's fault. Immediately he jumped himself up and off the bench and clenched his fists in an heroic pose. He shouted out to the great beyond in the sky and shouted a little louder then he intended, "Damn you host club!" The fire in his eyes burned greater then ever. Steam had might as well have seeped out of his ears. Kuro clenched his teeth and scoffed. "Shitty club..." He muttered to his himself. Imagining that the club was beneath his feet, Kuro proceeded to stop at the ground viciously as if he was squashing them into the dirt. It's where he felt they belonged. It didn't matter if someone quite possibly could be watching him, he was fuming with rage.

[Minase Kuro]

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