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Ouran- Fragments No. 16

REFLECTION This bar on the side of the road is a miracle. Real alcohol springs from the taps, though Kyoya knows better than to do more than smell his drink. He is the only patron with such reservations. Those who aren't slamming themselves into poles repeatedly for the entertainment of their equally wasted friends are plastered over tables, dead to the world and possibly dead period. He watches one man, counts the number of seconds between the rise and fall of his back. Seven seconds is the record. It's no longer shocking to him, how little death affects him. He's seen it up close, even before all of this. One of his earliest memories was th

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Ouran- Fragments No. 16 by Artemis-Day, literature

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Ouran- Fragments No. 16

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Ouran- Fragments No. 15

LEGENDARY Haruhi has an easy time finding the bathroom, getting to it was the hard part. Tamaki is asleep when she wakes up, but she learns quickly that he isn't a heavy sleeper. The slightest whine of the bed as she moves makes him jerk and grunt, though it never fully rouses him. Haruhi creeps to the door, arms out. She notices for the first time long streaks of dirt going all the way up to her shoulders. Her clothes are in a similar state. She makes it to the door, open an inch wide. It doesn't creak, but she is cautious when pushing it, careful not to make any sudden movements. Outside is bright with natural sunlight that filters through

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Ouran- Fragments No. 14

INVASION Kaito’s day starts as normal: he wakes up, he gets dressed, he goes for a walk. He greets friends, he greets acquaintances, he greets unnecessarily giggly teenage girls, he greets Aina. In an hour’s time, he’s back at the office, and the day starts proper. There is a list of tasks waiting for him on his desk. It’s fairly short. On good days, he’ll get maybe two or three less complaints and requests than this. It’s not that he doesn’t care, just that he appreciates solitude, what little he gets. That’s the price of being a leader: everything is your problem and nothing is easy.

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Ouran- Fragments No. 13

BRANDED Ten minutes after the interrogator left, the door opens. A long shadow extends to the table, covering her. She doesn't look up. His cupped hands slide to the middle of the table, into her line of sight. There are visible callouses. So far, no words have been spoken, but the silence is not oppressive. Actually, Haruhi could happily keep it going all night, if only because she's dreading what she's about to face. "You wanted to see me?" Haruhi shuts her eyes. He sounds as cool, detached and unlike himself as he did two nights ago. She takes a deep, cleansing breath and lifts her head. "Hello, Tamaki." His only reaction is a more pronoun

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Ouran- Fragments No. 12

SINKING Aina Kosaka is thirty years old today. She's the only one who knows this, her and her daughter. Most people don't bother to keep track of dates anymore, just Mondays through Sundays. Who knows if that's even completely accurate? Birthdays were never a big deal in her family anyway, being the daughter of a military man who was transferred to a new base every other year. It's hard to make new friends so many times, let alone keep them after you leave. A few gifts and her favorite foods for dinner was all Aina could have hoped for, and that's what she got. These days, she has to count on herself to splurge on extra food. Her one gift is

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Ouran- Fragments No. 11

KAITO Kaito enters the jailhouse alone. Junko had wanted to come with him -she kept on begging until he was out the door- but he doubted Aina would appreciate him bringing her nine year old to an interrogation even if he wanted to. Two men are waiting for him when he gets there. He recognizes them as the ones who have been chosen to guard the wall tonight. The smaller one shifts off to the side when he approaches, a mumbled greeting his only acknowledgment of Kaito's presence. Kaito lets it slide for now. The only thing of interest to him is the lifeless body thrown over the larger man's shoulder. The man gives a respectfully low bow,

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Ouran- Fragments No. 10

ALONE He opens his eyes and he sits up in bed. The clock reads far past noon. He's overslept. Groaning, he runs fingers through tangled hair, hitting knots that pull painfully at his scalp. He throws his legs over the side of the bed and strides to the bathroom. He's almost out of water, but the mirror is clean enough without it. He brushes out the knots and ties his hair back, leaving not a single strand behind. Once that's done, he uses the little bit of water he has to it's fullest extent, washing his hands and his face and brushing his teeth. When he's done, he examines himself one more time in the mirror. He sees the same old f

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Ouran- Fragments No. 9

ATONEMENT Haruhi closes her eyes and listens to the crickets. The fire crackles, warm and gentle, several feet away as Hikaru tends to it. He's been poking at it with a stick that is charred halfway up. Then he throws it in and sits down. Kaoru and Mori-senpai are on either side of him, one warming his hands, the other staring off into the trees. Mori-senpai has been doing this for a while now, like he thinks any moment now, Hunny-senpai will run out and call his name. Haruhi gave up trying to start a conversation ages ago. Why she thought it would work, Hunny or no Hunny, is beyond her. So once again, she is left to her thoughts. The

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Ouran- Fragments No. 8

PARALLEL Kyoya stops in the middle of the forest, in a space where the trees look just like the ones he just passed, to catch his breath. He's gotten used to a lot of running over the years, but today, exhaustion is taking it's toll. The worst part is that he really has no one to blame but himself. Sure, he's being chased by a person with every intent to kill him if he's caught, but it probably wouldn't have happened if he had just kept his mouth shut when he had the chance. Really, he should have known what that man first challenged him to a drinking contest that he wasn't someone one just said 'no' to. He had a chip on his shoulder, a horr

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