The day was clear, crisp and ultimately cool. The sky was bright and blue, the outer vision seemingly a darker shade, the center nearly cyan. It was warm and sunny just outside. The birds chirped such happy noises. And from downstairs came the most pleasant of smells. Like foods of centuries, eggs, bacon, miso, fish and--what? Was that--a choice of cinnamon rolls--?
"Mizuo-Sama? Have you awakened? Is time going well? Do you need assistance?"
Mizuo Tora threw a pillow at the unfortunate maid that brought her out of her dream state. No cinnamon scents were cool in the air, and she could hardly smell any delectable fragrance that would wake her up pleasantly. Instead she was given a girl who did not know how she'd like to be awoken. Chocolate ripples cascaded down a warm pale orange cover and the dear pushed herself from under her nest of a bed, tens of pillows around her, protecting her like a fence. She sighed when her auburn orbs reflected against the glass of a black paned window. The sky was murky, muddy with clouds patches of steel blue seen in the haze. The sun was covered with a thicket of the untouchable fluff. The birds were barely in ear-reach, no sweet melodies could be heard. Tora flipped her comforter off of her. She took a step off of the bed, legs numb and reached for a coat to put over her pajamas.
She took nimble steps down the stairs, toes before heels, hands dragging on the mahogany railing. A chair was pulled for her, she sat on it and with a bored expression was pushed back in. In-front of her was a quickly plated meal that did taste well, but taste was not enough. She needed more feeling, not some faked love that she only got when paid. She wanted real affection. Genuine emotions. Love was not here. Her beautiful mother dragged down the stairs yawning, her lazy walk was not accompanied with a slouched position but instead proper posture that was expected out of any model. The purple silk Teddy draped on her slim figure was not appropriate for the breakfast table, some male servants began to stare. The mother situated herself nearly in replica to her daughter. The breakfast, naturally, was different. Where as Tora had french toast and an omelet, her mother ate things that included tofu, rice and leaner delicacies. This mother chewed her meal and eyed her daughter with curiosity.
"Aren't you supposed to be leaving by this time?"
Tora glanced at the clock, seven-forty, she was late! She let out quite a few choice words. Rushing up the stairs she stripped herself along the way, ripping off the shorts and throwing her shirt over not bothering to button it. "MY UNIFORM SHOUKO! YOU CANT'T MISS IT! ITS PUFFY AND YELLOW!!" A more capable maid handed out the dress which Tora flung on her while having her hair brushed at the same time. She splashed her face and didn't bother to see what a train-wreak she looked at the moment. She inserted her feet into her mary-janes, her ankles not quite in and rushed out of the house with a bag barely clasped in her hands.
In the car she strapped her shoes on properly and looked over to the driver of the limo. "What time is it, Nakahara-san?"
"Seven Fifty, Ojou-sama."
She managed to pin back her hair so it wouldn't get in her face. "Am I presentable?"
He glanced back. "As always."
They pulled up to the curb of the luxurious school for the rich known as Ouran Koukou. A door opened and slammed and with a blown kiss to Nakahara, Tora's heels clacked against the pavement of the opening to the school, relieved that she would make it.
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The classroom drowned on, Tora made a bad habit of clicking her pen every five seconds and the teacher lectured, she nearly dozed off at times. She wished that she was of a more prestigious class, bumped up a letter grade to Class A. She sighed dreamily and watched the non-existent figure in front of her smile. Shocked back into real time by a sudden call, Tora nearly jumped out of her dress. the teacher had called on her. Shaken she answered the question to only be wrong. Aggravated, Tora switched her pen clicking intervals from five seconds to three.
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After school at last! Hallelujah! The Sun was starting to come out and it seemed as though to dear Tora that the day would only get better. She nearly skipped down the school school corridors to the third music room where sat seven men and magically flowers seemed to appear behind them in a romantically shoujo background. She looked at her prince charming, a crown would fit perfectly on his head. His beige mat of hair glistened in the lighting, slim and tall body hung with confidence. He seemingly danced towards Tora and held out the tips of her fingers--she suppressed a squeal--to create a bow, perhaps curtsy of sorts.
"Mizuo Hime! Its wonderful to see such a mature beauty in our club once more. Would you like to join us--" He motioned to two other girls sitting in his area, "--On this day that seems to only get better?"
Tora smiled like a girl in love would and took the tips of his fingers with her own and marched down the path with him to two other girls that most likely also had butterfly-filled stomachs. "Oh course, Suou-kun." The plush of the couch was comfortable against her hips.
"So, Tamaki-kun, is there anything new going on?" Said a third year girl, leaning towards him.
"Well . . ." Tamaki took a moment to think. "None that I could think of as of late, I'll have to ask Kyouya." The man was on a role. Every word that etched itself out of his lips Tora took into consideration. The subtle movements, the shifts of weights. He grinned and continued to flirt with his audience.
Mentally, out of all the ecstatic feelings, Tora was sighing. Suou Tamaki was just like her morning breakfast. Top class, delectable, perhaps even nurturing but at the same time superficial, hollow, over dressed. How she longed to have him look at her like she was Mizuo Tora not some customer by the name of Mizuo Tora.
Tora watched this man who was an expert at heartbreak. Talk and flirt, throw out cheap words that flattered every woman with a libido. She cared for it, treasured it. But as she left the room as her turn ended and Tamaki took on another group of girls she longed for something more. Of course she did, wouldn't any woman?
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Cornered at the edge of the school Suou Tamaki was trapped between a wall and a girl who's name he could trace back to Mizuo Tora, a regular in his host club. She smiled and him, clutching her chest, grasping the cloth before her bosoms. Suou Tamaki was cornered by a female less than half a foot shorter than him, and he knew what was coming. The both did.
Tora looked to her peer, crush, superficial flirt and knew how this would go. She didn't, however, stop because she knew what was going down. She would continue this scene in order to prove she was more than just a girl that loved him from the shadows.
"Suou-kun." She looked up, smiled a bit, even. "I've had feelings for you for the past three years."
He knew that this was a confession, of course. It was only probability. He had words rehearsed before. "I'm sorry, Mizuo-chan but I cannot return those feelings. I'm flattered but I don't have a interest in a serious relationship at this moment."
Tora's smile grew. "I knew that, Suou-kun. You have a club to run, you can't be in a relationship." She took a moment to gather her words. "I just wanted you to know I love you. You'll always be in my heart."
Tora left the building in tears of mixed emotions, of happiness and misery, rejection, but understood. She needed to move on, and glanced back to the male who she just spilled her heart to and waved, gathering her bag back to her limp shoulder and climbing into the limo.
She looked over to the man driving, and smiled. "Am I presentable, Nakahara-san?"
"A little messy, actually."
Tora giggled and watched the scenery go by in the limo of a car, trees bouncing on sidewalks.
