This Is That Certain Kind Of Sadness (open)

[Kyoya Ootori]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px; color:#00000B;]It was raining down hard outside as Kyoya entered the school. After being transferred to the night class he had been telling Tamaki he was ill and couldn’t make it to school. It did rip apart out of him as he spoke the words and declined the offers of visitation. It had been going on for a week now and at some point someone would figure it out or find out, but for now he would have to push through the classes. The day classes had just been let out, and while Kyoya knew he shouldn’t be there, he was going to get a book from his locker and go to the music room, hopefully they would be there and he could explain the situation they found themselves in. The dark haired teen’s face was fairly emotionless as he walked down the hallways where the sunlight would flow through if it wasn’t raining. Oh how he missed the sight of the sunlight on the floors of the school and in the hair of the girls. Instead he got the dark skies, the moonlight. Which was oddly fitting for him, but Kyoya didn’t want the dark and the separation. Kyoya also didn’t really want to be here. He knew that because of the way the clubs were set up, he wasn’t allowed to be there, but witty teen couldn’t handle it anymore. This pain that was eating him alive wasn’t going to stand anymore. Kyoya thought that Tamaki would just stop calling and assume that he had just passed away. Though, that wasn’t how Tamaki did things. The book was right where he had left it in his locker the day before. Day students passed him talking and laughing, not paying attention to him, as he was dressed in his former uniform; the pale blue suit and the ever present black book in hand. It was almost painful being back into the clothing he once wore and the routine that he had once lived. Kyoya was having second thoughts about this, even though he had carefully planned the saturation out many times in his head. With the click of his locker door shutting he began his journey to Music room number three. While on his way there, he kept his head a little down, trying not to let anyone see his face, he really didn’t want to know what the punishment would be for being on campus during the day class hours. [/style]

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words:[/font][/color] 411
notes:[/font][/color] I haven't done a Kyoya post in so long... hope it's okay. The song that gave me the muse to do this is called All The Same by Sick puppies.
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[Eclair Tonnerre]

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[atrb=style, width:300px; text-align:justify;][style= margin-top:20px; margin-bottom:20px; padding:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; margin-right:10px; font-size:9px; color:#444444][style=font-size:30px; float:left; margin-right:6px]I[/style] t had never occured to Eclair, just how alien this country felt compared to her native France. Despite being fluent in the language, and even after having visited countless times in the past - whether for leisure or business - she continued to forget how very disconnected she felt to Japan's people. Rooted in tradition, they allowed themselves and their livelihoods to be dictated by a strict protocol that went beyond one's social class. It was a world that functioned on subtleties and airs of mystery, one in which a seemingly insignificant detail became critical; a place where not everything was as it seemed. Despite her ignorance and discomfiture however, she had managed to make the smooth transition into her role as Ouran's newest transfer student. The warm reception she'd received from both her peers and prospective teachers alike had surprised her, considering the trouble she'd caused only just last year. The very thought had her suffering great embarrassment, and she was reminded of what exactly she had come to the academy to do. With strengthened resolve, she transformed into the self-confident young woman she had always been and dismissed whatever anxiety had plagued her up until that point. She could not fail. Or rather, she would not. Having reached the day's end, Eclair swept from the classroom upon their dismissal, reveling in the late afternoon sunlight that slanted in through the hall windows. Warm and inviting, she couldn't help but pause long enough to stare out across the courtyard, eyes surveying the immaculate lawns and ornate marble fountains far below. It truly was remarkable. In fact it very nearly rivaled the beauty of the institutes back home. But then something else caught her eye, and she leant forward to get a closer look. A young man in a very familiar blue uniform was striding up towards the front doors. The colours of his jacket did not distinguish him as a Night class student however, and so she felt compelled to assume he was someone who should not have been there. Deciding to intercept the unwelcome guest before he had a chance to wander much further, the brunette quickly strode in the direction of the front hall, clutching her books to her chest. The sound of a locker being closed and padlocked alerted her as to the direction of her desired target, and she managed to catch him halfway down the next corridor. Even with his chin tucked and his eyes averted she knew exactly who it was, and a mischievous smile rose to toy with the corners of her mouth. "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?" she began cheerfully, tilting her head to one side as she allowed her strikingly blue eyes to rake over his long, lean form. "Do forgive me for being so presumptuous but, I do believe this place is restricted to members of the Night class. Kyouya Ootori."

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[Kyoya Ootori]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px; color:#00000B;]Adrenaline was running through Kyoya’s veins. It would look very strange to see someone walking in the opposite direction of every other student. This is going better than expected, no one has asked me to stop, and there are less people to bother me. He thought with a smile. He hadn’t gotten far from his locker when someone called out to him, or at least that was how it felt. The now former Host Club Vice-President stopped dead in his tracks and his blood ran cold. I know that voice. He simply pushed up his glasses and lifted his head with a smile on his face. “Hello Ms. Tonnerre.” So, she has transferred to Ouran, has she? His voice smooth and rich, just like silk. “I’m just retrieving some books I left here. I have a few hours before my classes start and I didn’t think it would be wise to disrupt any of the day classes.” His smile grew as he spoke, which was something odd even for him, but everything he had said was the truth. He had left his books here, even though he might have done that on purpose. Kyoya also knew that if he had come during the on hours of the day class he would have certainly gotten caught and wouldn’t have been able to get his books. He turned slightly to face her properly. Letting the light that shone through the windows cast a glare over his glasses, which gave him that mysterious look that he enjoyed. His eyes were closed as if deep in thought, but just for a split second, he pushed up his glasses yet again and smiled at her. I don’t like the idea of her being here when I’m not. Why hadn’t Tamaki told me she was at Ouran now? I assume it’s because I would have found out on my own when I came back. Damn bastard! Well there is no reason to try and tell them today… I guess I will have to try again later. Kyoya’s smile was plastered to his face, but it was there for his own intentions, he couldn’t let his image falter at a time like this. She was after all a Tonnerre, and they could be business partners in the future and he didn’t want some petty High school mix up to ruin that opportunity. Everything to Kyoya was about setting his future in front of him and that meant keeping the family business in the family and making sure he had all the right connections to get far when the business became his, and it would. Anything his father wanted to be done, would be done. That is the reason he got himself into this Night Class mess, because that is what his father wanted. [/style]

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[/font][/color] Eclair/Mel
words:[/font][/color] 466
notes:[/font][/color] Still a rough post, but I will watch some Ouran and get him a little better. Still listening to that song before. :] Hope this is alright!
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[Eclair Tonnerre]

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[Kyoya Ootori]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px; color:#00000B;]Kyoya studied her and then listed off all of the things he knew about her, which included his personal opinion. She the daughter of a French Aristocrat and a business man. Attempted to buy out my family’s company and marry Tamaki, all in one go. Apart from that nothing seems extremely important. Save for the fact that she is as devious as I am. The list wasn’t extensively long, in all reality all he didn’t bother too much about the extremely fine details over her… mainly because he thought he would have never had to deal with her again. Clearly he was wrong. I honestly should have kept better tabs on her. If she came here once, I should have known she would come again. Tamaki is right in that sense; the ladies always come back for more. He watched her walk towards him, clearly calculating every step. The night class student began to memorize her words and steps and the rhythm of them together. She really was a piece of work, and it was something intriguing to watch. At times Kyoya felt as though he was watching a mirror, a feminine version of himself. The black haired boy ignored her first comment about not being allowed on the property. It is just as much my school as it is yours. He hissed at her in his mind before smiling and saying: “Oh I was about to leave.” Then she continued about the former host club member and truthfully Tamaki didn’t know which was now going to be something of a problem. “I have no intention of returning to them.” He said with a slightly grimace on his face. It was sly and strange, but blended in beautifully with his stance, posture and tone. It was all to contradict her own tone of voice, nothing was going to surprise him with her. Éclair was fairly easy to read, but at times hard to predict. One instance of this difficulty would have to do with, well… escorting her. This was something unexpected, or at the least he never thought she would ask. He felt he would offer and she would decline and would be on her marry way. Thinking about it, he had figured out why she asked… to make sure he didn’t get anywhere near the Host Club. “It would be my honor.” Kyoya’s grimace changed to an inviting smile. I’d rather not be near you. “May I carry your books?” Let’s making this walk quick and painless. His thoughts and emotions were quite the opposite of his words and action. If Kyoya wasn’t so focused on impressing his father, he could have become an actor. Lies and deceit came naturally to him, though deceiving wasn’t in the required abilities to become an actor. Not that he really cared much about what he did, he did it to further himself and further his emotional well-being. Even though most of his actions were for selfish reasons, the few that were not were simply for his own pleasure. And that was where the mirror image stopped, or at least as far as he knew. Ms. Tonnerre did not simply do something for someone if she couldn’t get something out of it or them. For some reason, Kyoya felt, this was one of those times. That she was here, to get something from someone, the Suohs, or maybe even his family… or perhaps it was to prove herself to her father and preform some damage control. Whatever it was, the dark haired teen truly did not like it, not one little bit. Not at all. [/style]

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[/font][/color] Eclair/Mel
words:[/font][/color] 602
notes:[/font][/color] Long and rambly... mainly exsessive... :] Hope it's alright!
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[Eclair Tonnerre]

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[atrb=style, width:300px; text-align:justify;][style= margin-top:20px; margin-bottom:20px; padding:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; margin-right:10px; font-size:9px; color:#444444][style=font-size:30px; float:left; margin-right:6px]S[/style] he could sense him scrutinizing her. Not only the inflection or intonations of her voice either, but her movements and any subtle indications she made with her hands as well. Ordinarily - and to anyone who wasn't already accustomed to being analyzed in such a thorough, unapologetic manner - Kyouya's behavior wouldn't have seemed particularly out of place. But because Eclair's father had spent the majority of his time instructing her in the importance of body language and innuendo, it had become second nature for her. She owed a lot of what she knew to her father, in fact, and she took a moment in that instant to silently thank him. Whether his teachings would aid in this battle of wits against the youngest Ootori boy she did not know, but she felt confident that she had the upper-hand. After all, for the past little while Kyouya had done nothing but dedicate his time to the Host club; to ensuring his female customers were happy. Would he be willing, therefore, to put a Lady her in her place? Or would his newfound sense of chivalry prevent such uncouth conduct? Content with the knowledge that she would soon know the answer to that question, Eclair offered the small pile of books in her arms to her reluctant companion, taking immense pleasure in his suppressed frustration. Thank you. I didn't doubt for a moment that you would allow me to traverse these halls unaccompanied. After all, you were raised by your father, and I hear he is a very intelligent man." She was smiling still, reveling in her first small victory as she brought up mention of the senior Ootori. "How is business? I do hope everything is running smoothly. After all, it would be a shame for such a valuable company to find itself run aground, especially with such a promising young heir, eager to take the helm." If he proved himself competent enough that is, and managed to outshine the accomplishments of his brothers. Not an easy feat to be sure. They continued down the lengthily marble hallway. From what she could see, everyone else had long since departed, and their footfalls echoed loudly within the empty building. Whatever feeble sunlight had managed to penetrate the cloud cover fell in transparent streaks across the floor, signalling the arrival of early evening. Suddenly, she had become very aware of Kyouya's presence alongside her, and so she watched him pointedly from the corner of her eye, allowing silence to settle momentarily between them. He truly was a fine specimen, a rare compliment from Eclair, considering the fact that she thought all men the inferior gender. He would have made a suitable partner even, had he not allied himself with Tamaki. "I'm glad to hear you've disregarded the foolish notion of a Host club, in any case. Tamaki may have had his fun, but it was at your expense Kyouya. Something so childish is not what you spent so much time honing your skills for. You know that as well as I do." Her smile deepened then, and she looped an arm through his, laying one slender hand delicately upon the sleeve of his jacket. "Tamaki may not have wanted to admit it, but it was clear to me from the moment I met you, that you were meant for so much more."

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[Kyoya Ootori]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px; color:#00000B;]Kyoua closed his eyes while she spoke. Her tone and phrasing was beautiful, even though Japanese wasn’t her first language. That was to be expected from her though, if she could not speak the language as well as she did, they would not be in this situation. No, Kyoya would already be in Music Room Number Three explaining what was going on and why he was no longer going to be a Host Club member. For now he would have to deal with postponing the explanation for another day. His eyes fluttered open and his long fingers wrapped around the small pile of books. He, yet again, adjusted his glasses and began to walk beside Éclair. “I could never let a lady such as you venture out into the darkness alone.” His voice was steady, but fairly emotionless. He had decided to ignore the comment about his father. Kyoya’s father was quite something and Kyoya would and could admit it, he just felt Éclair was pushing it a little far. He wasn’t going to let her get to him though, that was for sure. His onyx eyes glanced over at her for a brief moment before returning to foyer in front of him. It had been quite some time since he had seen it with the light of day. He truly missed seeing it like this, but it was quickly changing into the darkness he had grown accustom to. Thinking about it, he would have to go home as fast as possible to get changed into his proper uniform. Now you are thinking too far ahead. This is not the time. He smiled to himself. I suppose she is right though, old habits die hard. About this time of day he would be working on the next best thing for the host club. Recently, he had way too much time on his hands. Planning was his speciality and without the host club to plan for and run, he had nothing to do. Most of his spare time was filled with the host club and homework or projects. Now that there wasn’t any host club for him to be a part of, he had reverted back to his normal ‘I will hang out with you just to create a connection for future reference’. Kyoya didn’t take much pleasure in this, but he realized that schmoozing was something that had to be done. Whether it was with the girls in the host club, or with some of his other fellow classmates. His walking pace was nice and slow. Kyoya had decided to let her do most of the talking. Plus, he was quite content with listening and gathering information. The tall teen wouldn’t let his guard down with her again. “My family business is my family’s business.” He said simply giving her a playful side glare as she started to speak and loop arms with him. Interesting, trying to boost my ego? Well I certainly won’t say no, but I don’t think she really understands the reason why I decided to join the host club; well it isn’t the time to volunteer that information. “Let’s not talk about them. They are both in our pasts, are they not? Why bring them into the present.” His lips twitched in anger slightly as he spoke, even though his voice was steady at a lower condescending tone. Kyoya had no intentions of speaking with her about the host club or his friends. Instead of actually answering her, Kyoya spoke in his mind in rage. You know nothing about Tamaki, the host club or me. Stop being so delusional Tonnerre. You know nothing. If he was right, or if he was wrong about her, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was not going to get to him. She is nothing but a frivolous girl trying to get under your skin Kyoya, it’s nothing new… nothing new. [/style]

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[/font][/color] Eclair/Mel
words:[/font][/color] 652
notes:[/font][/color] A nice long post, that is yet again rambly. Enjoy!
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[Eclair Tonnerre]

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[atrb=style, width:300px; text-align:justify;][style= margin-top:20px; margin-bottom:20px; padding:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; margin-right:10px; font-size:9px; color:#444444][style=font-size:30px; float:left; margin-right:6px]"O[/style] f course not," she answered at length, leveling him with a falsely-sweet smile. "You have a sister after all, and you wouldn't rightly allow her to walk alone after dark would you? Unfortunately, not all men are willing to extend the same courtesy. It's promising that you are not like other men, Kyouya." The subtle insinuation buried within her words was unmistakable, but whether he would care enough to address it she did not know. And neither was she bothered by it. As long as he was made aware that she would play his mindgames willingly and well, that was all that mattered. She was not some vulnerable damsel in distress or delicate flower after all, and she wouldn't stand for being treated like one. She was the promising heir of the renowned Tonnerre group. She could not afford to be weak. Kyouya's refusal to speak frankly about anything that had transpired at the end of the previous year irked her. Was he afraid of her? Or did he find the situation awkward? That was doubtful. He was a man with carefully prepared explanations and smooth commentary; often able to navigate his way out of any compromising position. So why was it he blatantly avoided speaking of Tamaki or the Host club? If he was as perceptive as she assumed him to be, he probably had realized she would use any information he gave to her own advantage, possibly as blackmail. And that was why he remained tight-lipped. Such a smart boy. "I've noticed that you seemed a bit forlorn when I intercepted you in the hall," she stated suddenly, quickly shifting to another topic of conversation. "Has your transition into the Night class really proven to be so stressful? Or perhaps it's all of the free time you have to play with now. There is a solution to that of course." she paused then, watching him now with a mischievous expression. "I'd like to extend a formal invitation to you and your family, to join my father and I at our secondary estate for dinner. I know father would be pleased to have an opportunity to speak business with someone as successful as Mr. Ootori." It was not a request however, it was a demand, and one he would be unable to refuse. After all, it would be of exceptionally poor taste and Kyouya could not risk tarnishing his reputation at this point. Not when he lacked the support and backing of Tamaki Suoh. It would give her the opportunity to speak to Kyouya in a much more private setting, where he would be trapped by obligation and his father's expectations for him to be on his best behavior. In simpler terms, he would be her prisoner for one entire evening. She would need to use that time wisely, if she hoped to woo him. Slowing to a stop in the middle of the dark hallway, Eclair fixed her escort with a serious look, clasping her hands together. "It may not seem like it now, Kyouya, but I understand the extent of your potential. And I have no intention of squandering or dismissing it as easily as the others did."

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[Kyoya Ootori]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,margin-bottom:-4px; background-color:#000000][STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin:10px; background-image:url(http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k72/sweetgagal/Icons%20i%20made/Kyoya-Ootori.jpg); float:left] [/style][STYLE=width:229px; background-color:#000000; margin-top:15px; color:#f2f2f2; font-family:georgia; font-weight:bold; font-size:30px; margin-left:120px; letter-spacing:-2px; line-height:20px]you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness[/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px; color:#00000B;]Silence was key when it came to women he found. If he didn’t talk back or give them the answer they were searching for, they would eventually give up and leaving him alone. That was something Tamaki had pretty much told him not to do if he wanted the Host Club to do well. Kyoya understood where he was coming from, but seeing as he was no long taking part in Club activities, Kyoya saw no reason to keep up the talking business, but listening was another story. Kyoya always listened to people, even when he shouldn’t, but he would not just listen to the words but the inflection and meaning behind the words. It was his favorite pastime to say the least. Not to mention that when he listened with intent, he would expect just the same and he knew that Éclair was brought up just like he was. To listen, and only speak when needed and only to act when it would further yourself, even if it was at the cost of others. So he did just that, listen and he only listened to her. So he thought about what she would say and he simply let a warm smile cross his face, a rare occurrence. No Éclair you are quite right, I am not like other men. And you are not like other women; most of them would have given up by now. We are cut from the same fabric, the one that does not fray at the edges and the one that does not leave threads behind. The black haired teen let the smile find a home on his face. She was certainly amusing, so amusing that he would not interject, but stay silent. His onyx eyes rolled over her face. Éclair was beautiful, there was no denying that, but Kyoya knew better than to judge a book by its cover. He would let her think that her beauty was mesmerising and so was she, so he smiled a little wider, but just as she asked about her stopping him in the hallway the warm one became one of exasperation. “I suppose it is a little bit of both. Having to coming at night has gotten tiresome. I miss the light you know.” He said trying to make a joke. “I do however have time to do what I please, which is quite nice.” He paused yet again to let her tell him how she planned on fixing all this free time he had. What she had come up with wasn’t have he wanted to do, but it was now something he had to do. Kyoya’s eyes glanced down at her books before returning to her face. He thought for a moment before replying to her dinner invitation. “I am sure my father would love the opportunity. We will have someone get back to you on when we are available and go from there.” As they came to a stop Kyoya adjusted his glasses and tilted to his head with a smile. “There is no doubt in my mind, Éclair, that you would not be so…” he paused looking for the right word to describe her without insulting her, “unwise as to overlook potential of any kind.” [/style]

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[/font][/color] Eclair/Mel
words:[/font][/color] 540
notes:[/font][/color] Well, after getting distracted here it is! I don't even know if that last sentence is what i want to say... OH WELL.

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[Eclair Tonnerre]

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[atrb=style, width:300px; text-align:justify;][style= margin-top:20px; margin-bottom:20px; padding:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; margin-right:10px; font-size:9px; color:#444444][style=font-size:30px; float:left; margin-right:6px]T[/style] hey stood there, regarding one another with what seemed to be a mix of grudging respect and uncertainty. Neither of them truly knew the nature of the other person's intentions, but it seemed as though they'd already braced themselves for the worst. The hallway had suddenly become stifling, infused with the pair's suppressed tension. They'd met their match in one another, that was obvious. And neither of them were accommodating enough to allow the other any modicum of satisfaction. If Eclair were being completely honest with herself, she would have admitted to being drawn to the tall, dark-haired boy. But acknowledging such things would only serve to give him the upper-hand. She had to remain cautious. Bloodthirsty. No doubt Kyouya was planning on being just as ruthless, though he'd thus far kept his thoughts and opinions to himself. She would allow him to play the part of a gentleman for the time being, but sooner or later, she would push him to his limit. And she'd see exactly what he was made of then. "Is that so? In my opinion, you suit the darkness. Much like a predator that stalks his prey under the cover of night, waiting patiently and watching from afar until he is ready to strike ... swiftly and without remorse." she angled her chin, watching him carefully as she gestured to a row of lockers nearby. "I'll need to gather my jacket and purse, if you don't mind." And she sauntered over to the opposite wall, fiddling momentarily with the lock. She could feel Kyouya's eyes on her, but only fleetingly, as though he was afraid to look at her for a prolonged period of time. Was she so very repulsive to him that he couldn't bear even seeing her? Part of her was disappointed at that possibility, while her more practical half argued that she should have been used to such a reaction by now. After all, there were very few people who genuinely enjoyed her company. Not that it was her fault that they were unable to keep pace. Rummaging through the interior of her locker, she withdrew a form-fitting velvet jacket and leather purse, swinging the strap of it over one shoulder before closing the door shut behind her. "I am glad you've accepted my invitation, Kyouya. A shame we've never really had a chance to get to know one another on a more personal level before now. Truly, I believe we're more alike than we care to admit, as I feel I too am more suited to the darkness. However, it was not meant to be." She slipped her arm though his again, tugging him along as they continued on their way. "Perhaps we can learn things from one another. Wouldn't you agree?"

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[Kyoya Ootori]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,margin-bottom:-4px; background-color:#000000][STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin:10px; background-image:url(http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k72/sweetgagal/Icons%20i%20made/Kyoya-Ootori.jpg); float:left] [/style][STYLE=width:229px; background-color:#000000; margin-top:15px; color:#f2f2f2; font-family:georgia; font-weight:bold; font-size:30px; margin-left:120px; letter-spacing:-2px; line-height:20px]you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness[/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px; color:#00000B;]Kyoya smirked at her as she spoke about the darkness. He did fit nicely, and Haruhi did call him the shadow king. Even so, he missed his now day class friends and his former routine, but he did enjoy sleeping in after late nights of working on school work. When she mentioned her jacket and purse he simply nodded, there was no reason to say yes or no. There was however a reason to take the moment of her not looking at him to relax. The tension in the air was almost unbearable. The tall teen slightly exhaled and relaxed his posture to a slouch for a quick second. There was nothing else in the world that he would rather be doing then back at home in some casual clothing doing his homework for the next day, but instead he would just have to go home and change and then come back to sit through some boring classes while still maintaining his image. But right now the relaxed posture was soon replaced with the formal straight back, but his eyes were fairly lazy looking now. As if the conversation was boring. Though his eyes seemed bored, he was judging her as normal. She did look quite lovely in her jacket and purse. Kyoya had no problem admitting things that were obvious about others, but he had a difficult time admitting things about himself to himself. He liked to pretend that no one could see through him, even though Tamaki could, he liked to pretend that nothing surprised him or caught him off guard, but things did. It was as if he had a complex, one that pertained to being perfect. He and everything that was associated to him had to be perfect, or it wasn’t worth even doing, presenting, or whatever the case maybe. The teen was a strong believer in ‘do it once and do it right’. After all, his father had taught him the meaning of doing things right, it was to prove to everyone and yourself you could be better than them, but still not stepping on their toes. That was how he approached surpassing his brothers, by respecting them always and never ever stepping on their toes, it was not like any other game. It was much more rewarding than anything else, and it was the most difficult game he could play, but it was his for the taking. This encounter with Éclair was just a level that had to be cut short. So he could get back to the real task at hand. “Was there ever a possibility of me declining such an offer?” His lazy eyes blinked slowly as the words came out and a small smile was on his face. “The darkness isn’t everything one would think it is.” The youngest Ootori said as a word of caution to his strolling partner. Kyoya let her talk again, he would listen and smiled at the idea of learning from one another. “Don’t you think we have already learned at least something from one another today?” His lips twitched up into a smile before looking down at her. [/style]

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[/font][/color] Eclair/Mel
words:[/font][/color] 523
notes:[/font][/color] Phew, i had to cut it short or I could have gone on for pages. Muse is off the charts and i havent even watched an episode yet. I will do that tomorrow. Hope you like it, it is rambly again.... :]

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[Eclair Tonnerre]

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[atrb=style, width:300px; text-align:justify;][style= margin-top:20px; margin-bottom:20px; padding:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; margin-right:10px; font-size:9px; color:#444444][style=font-size:30px; float:left; margin-right:6px]E[/style] clair's generally regal bearing and calm composure were replaced by a sudden intensity, and she lifted one slender eyebrow; her arm tightening around his as they continued to walk. "No, there was not." she stated in answer to his first question. Their pace was comfortable, and to any onlooker they would have appeared completely as ease with one another. The truth of the matter was, they were at war, but not in any outwardly obvious way. Perhaps to anyone whom had experienced a similar upbringing to Eclair and Kyouya, their body language would have spoken volumes as to their hidden animosity, however very few people possessed such drive. Only those who'd had no other choice could have possibly understood these two individuals for who they really were. "Do you doubt my conviction? Honestly Kyouya, someone of your caliber should know better. I am not interested in things that I am not entirely certain will benefit or compliment me in some way. And I know myself better than anyone." she paused at that, expelling a humorless laugh, before adding: "The darkness is appealing to me. It holds an unmistakable allure, an elusiveness that intrigues me. The unknown is as fascinating as it is terrifying after all. And neither of us could deny that, even if we'd wanted to." Briefly she wondered whether she was going to cause him to be late for class. The possibility amused her, as she was quite sure Kyouya Ootori would abhor tardiness. Would he blame her for his late arrival? Not aloud, probably. But he'd likely cursed her several times already throughout the duration of this single conversation. What's to say he wouldn't do the same once she'd gone? Was he anxious to be rid of her? Had she managed to unnerve him? These questions preoccupied her mind as they strolled quietly through the last remaining stretch of hall; the outline of the vehicle waiting for her visible through the distant windows of the building's entrance. It was unfortunate that their time together was nearly at an end. She did love tormenting the poor boy, if only because he actually provided some kind of intellectual stimulation, where others simply gave up. "We're nearly at the exit, it seems. I'd like to thank you for so graciously offering to carry my books for me. It was quite thoughtful. As for your last question ..." She took a moment to turn and face him, offering one slender hand for him to bend and kiss in goodbye. "I may have learned quite a deal from you today, but not nearly enough to satiate my curiosity. That will come in time however. I'm sure of it."

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[Kyoya Ootori]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,margin-bottom:-4px; background-color:#000000][STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin:10px; background-image:url(http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k72/sweetgagal/Icons%20i%20made/Kyoya-Ootori.jpg); float:left] [/style][STYLE=width:229px; background-color:#000000; margin-top:15px; color:#f2f2f2; font-family:georgia; font-weight:bold; font-size:30px; margin-left:120px; letter-spacing:-2px; line-height:20px]you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness[/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px; color:#00000B;]Kyoya smiled on the inside to her reaction. So it seems you don’t like to be seen through. We are more alike than I had previously thought. He cleared the thought from his mind. As much as it was true, he would prefer to not believe it. Somewhere deep inside of him there was a man who was nothing like the one he pretended to be. That man really did care about others, and every now and then that man would surface, even though he had difficulty admitting it. In Éclair though, Kyoya wasn’t so sure that a person like that existed. Sadly, until she showed him there was someone who had real compassion for others, he would forever think of her as an empty, soulless corpse. Even though he had annoyed her, he knew that this battle was not over, that this level was going to have many tedious tasks that had to be completed before he could move on. She would in the end making him run in circles, or at least that was what he predicted her to do, but she was a spitfire, a wild card that could swing either way. At times this fact was worrisome, and now that she knew he was certainly in the night class, she was even more dangerous. There was one thing for sure; he would have to inform the other host members as soon as possible. Yet again he let her speak. She seemed quite amused with herself. Kyoya had decided to not answer her first question. “Yes, the darkness does have a certain secret about it that is alluring. And I wouldn’t think about denying the fact that it has caught me in its trap.” At this rate, he couldn’t help but smile. He continued to think about how he longed for the darkness, but like Éclair thought it wasn’t meant to be. Now, he realized he had become accustom to something that was not meant for him. The trap, once you were in, you could not get out. The habits became a vicious cycle, one that would delude the thoughts of a rational person. Tamaki had saved him once from this cycle, but this time, Kyoya knew there was no returning. Not to mention, he would be late if their chat lasted any longer. It was something he could not stand, being late. He would have just enough time to get changed and walk in as the bell rang, but luckily the foyer was in front of them. Her voice and words went through one ear and out the other as she stood in front of him, but they did trigger a grin to appear on his face. He handed her the all the books in his hand before taking her hand and kissing it. “It was a pleasure to talk to you Éclair. I look forward to our next.” He said suavely before letting go of her hand. Task one of many has been accomplished. What a game this has become, at least it isn’t the same old objectives anymore. Something exciting will surely emerge from this. Or as one could say: 'Life just doesn't hand you things. You have to get out there and make things happen. That's the exciting part.' So Ms. Tonnerre we will make thing happen, good or bad, they will happen. [/style]

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[/font][/color] Eclair/Mel
words:[/font][/color] 560
notes:[/font][/color] Well, I have an interesting idea that you can chose to act on or not. He could have either given Eclair his black book or not. I just thought it would add to the tention of the next thread they have together, she would know all of his little comments.

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