Headphones and Scowls

"Was I sleeping...?" [closed Takane Enomoto Blog affiliated with AURP. I track the tag selfishactor.]

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College Days || Takane & Yato

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A pinky twisted nonchalantly within the confines of the deity’s ear, boredom apparent in his features. Yato hadn’t been in Bunkyo for long. Yet, he expected there to be more clients. He had to go to the other side of town where the other school was located just to find more work. This town was much too happy for its own good or…he was looking in the wrong place. A dull thud to his forehead was all it took for the god to realize that high school just wasn’t stressful enough for these kids. It was college that would really bring in the big bucks (er, yen, big yen…?). He took out an old pen from his tracksuit pocket and prepared to scribble his number on all the buildings on the college campus. Once he was done, he would return to Spica and do the same. But for now, he might as well stay at Ouran since he was here already. It couldn’t hurt to kill some time here, could it?

Walking out of the girl’s bathroom, obviously unnoticed, having written down his number on the walls of every single stall, he paused when he noticed a tiny group of ayakashi attempt to squeeze through the door of a classroom nearby. Curious, and perhaps in anticipation of a potential job, Yato quietly walked towards the classroom and slipped in, allowing the ayakashi to slip in as well, not a single pair of eyes having taken notice of him or the monstrous-looking blobs.

He followed the ayakashi until it encircled a young girl who looked much too young to be a college student. The expression etched on her visage told the deity why the ayakashi gathered around her: negative emotions. Whether it was simply a hint of apathy or a myriad of depressive feelings, ayakashi would gather around any mess of emotions it possibly could. It seemed as though that, from the amount of ayakashi, it wouldn’t be much of a problem for the girl. Instead of leaving, however, Yato decided to stay and fool around for a while since this campus seemed much more lively than Spica. He leaned over the youth’s shoulder, crystalline spheres passing casually over the papers on her desk. Would she notice him?

"What’s that you got there?"

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Lunch crawled on in the ticking of the clock and in swelling conversations. Higher toned voices moved from the topic of the cold to cooing over popular idols. Without even watching television, Takane could recite who was dating whom, their favorite hangouts, least favorite foods, and their astrological signs. This knowledge was useless to the girl who preferred gaming to watching and who didn't particularly fawn over idols. Still, she supposed any topic was better than repetitive complaints about the predictable frigid weather. A minimal groan left her. The overly friendly atmosphere was growing heavy on her patience. To be so obviously excluded from everyone was frustrating, yet, at the same time, she wanted to be left alone. Glare deepening, the blurred reflection of her scowl glowered back at her. Takane wanted not to be bothered and yet she was wondering why no one talked to her anymore. Alright, she knew why no one bothered to talk to her anymore but she still blamed the class's lack of persistence and understanding for her frustrations.

A voice sounded next to her, a casual question thrown her way. Nearly jumping in her seat, Takane turned her head to face a guy with an irritatingly nonchalant attitude considering he had just given her a considerable shock. As far as she could tell, he had not been next to her a moment ago. Blinking in surprise, her scowl was dropped in favor of parted lips and widened eyes. "E-Eh?" Following his gaze, she looked back down at her papers. The top sheet was her English homework for next period. The answers were more or less correct, but the bottom two were questionable. The paper on the bottom, left half uncovered in her thoughtful state, had a poorly drawn doodle of a cat scribbled onto it and the name 'Haruka' written absentmindedly above it. Seeing this, she blushed and hurriedly covered the bottom sheet with her arms. She didn't mean to write Haruka. She hadn't known she had written Haruka. Why did she write Haruka? 

"H-Homework." She stuttered a reply, eyeing him warily. Takane recalled facing someone who had seemed to disappear and appear at will. The explanation offered to her then had been one about psychic powers and she wondered if he matched the description as well. "Why, didn't you do yours?" Her eyes narrowed in a pale impersonation of her previous glower. She slipped the paper underneath her assignments carefully as she moved to prop her head up with her arm. "I'm not letting you copy."

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College Days||Scarf Boy

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  {★} -Sight returning to his novel, the watchman tucked an index finger behind corner of the page he was reading and started on where he left off. The rest of the fingers on his hand habitually moved back and forth against the fabric of his book cover, a needed item to cover the outer portion of the book, and more specifically the title (the material he was currently reading certainly did not gain the approval of the school system). While his reading list was usually per the suggestion of a literature teacher, the attendant had stumbled into the more.. adult section of the public library and took great interest in a few of the books. One character even had a siscon, which amazed him to a small extent. Typically he needed to order material of his liking online, however the rare finds were partially the reason why he greatly enjoyed going to the library.  

As his attention was called over to the voice beside him, Hiroomi peered to the conversationalist at her muted thought. “The high school kid,” He muttered, quirking a brow at the elder student. Ah, did his nickname extend so far into everyone’s thoughts that they forgot his name when he transferred to the college-level course? Back in his hometown, not a single student forgot his name, as he was from the famed Nase Family. Both Spirit World Warriors and normal students alike were particularly aware of his origins due to his family’s great line of warriors and overall wealth.

However, here in Bunkyo, Hiroomi had no aide from his family as far as expenses went. He lived in the dorms and worked for his wages just like any other normal civilian, so it seemed his importance was left at home as well. Although, he couldn’t quite say he was any better. After the first week, he spent all free time in the class absorbed in homework or a novel. Immediately after the free period was over, he’d head back to the high school to finish off his day before heading home. There wasn’t much of a point in getting to know the college kids extensively. However, he simply knew the girl to his left as the one who always slept.

"I’m Hiroomi Nase," he spoke, disregarding her introduction for a moment as he brought a cheek to the palm of his hand. The corner of his lips raising in a half-hearted smile, the watchman’s brow crunched in minimal amusement before cracking a light joke. "I’m glad you made an introduction so I didn’t have to make a fool of myself and call you ‘the girl who’s always snoring’." An exhaled chuckle, Hiroomi continued. "It’s nice to meet you, Takane Enemoto." 

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"Ah, yeah." Sight dipping down to take great interest in her lunch, Takane reached for her disposable chopsticks as he voiced the name she had been trying to avoid. This conversation wasn't getting off to a good start at all. Splitting the the chopsticks, her frown deepened at the asymmetrical cut. The top of one chopstick had firmly adhered to the other and the result was one heavy chopstick and a shorter, lighter one. Making such an elementary blunder was mortifying. She could practically hear the high school kid call her an elementary schooler for messing up such a simple task. Ignoring, for the moment, her unbalanced chopsticks, Takane clapped her hands together and began to eat.  At the sound of his name, Takane looked up, glad that he wouldn't leave the conversation simply on the high school kid. Making conversation was never her forte and the number of friends she had back then could easily be counted with a hand or two, but she still got lonely. Her second chance had dropped her off at some random city she had never been to before and she had been completely alone. Stubbornly not wanting to admit her loneliness, Takane had approached her life with the same vigor she did back then. As a result of erratic sleeping and her clear title as an 'outsider' that she couldn't shake off, the girl was still alone and friendless.  Turning in her seat, the lunch was carried lightly with one hand and Takane's chopsticks hovered over the food using the other. For now, this conversation wasn't like the tiresome ones she had with the girls in class that contained passive aggressive comments on her rudeness and sleeping schedule and was, therefore, endurable. Picking up a sausage shaped adorably like an octopus, Takane bit into the slightly dry meat and rested her back against the thin metal that connected her chair and her desk behind her. Caught unprepared for his joke, she almost choked on the sausage she was eating and began to cough. Chopsticks falling into the plastic container, Takane recovered her breath and stood abruptly. Lunch slamming onto the desk performing a miracle as its contents rose and fell back into their respective places, Takane scowled. "I-I don't snore in class!" Her reaction was an impulsive denial, leaving her without much thought. Once the exclamation passed, Takane realized the futility of her protest. She didn't know what she did while she was sleeping but being known as a girl who always snored was more than she could bear. 

Her lively denial attracted the attention of several others in the classroom, their discussions quieting as they turned their heads to watch her. Aware of their gazes, Takane slumped back into her seat and sighed. "I don't care. I don't care anymore." As she repeated this, the conversations in the room resumed but the topics had been switched to gossip again, this time involving the sleeping slacker and the high school kid. Takane could feel her social life dying as rumors of her yakuza past began to fly. 

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College Days||Scarf Boy

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{★} -His body had gone numb; utterly and entirely numb. Frozen temperatures reached past the limits of what the Bunkyo students could handle, a statement their groaning could testify for, chilled his already cold bones. If it was any season the warrior could hate the most due to his sensitivity to the cold, it was certainly the depths of a frozen over hell: winter. During this season he requested a certain specific desk, one placed directly under the heater. Still, even as the warm air rustled his hair lightly in quite the annoying persistence, the young male still gave a violent shiver every now-and-then.

This did not please his fellow students.

"The high school kid is still shivering in that seat. How ungrateful.” One student provided a muffled statement into her hand, leaning toward her friend. Ah, how he dearly wished the nickname “high school kid” would pass quickly. While he was certainly pleased his test scores allowed him to reach college level courses, his positive outlook was trampled over by the nickname that long since grew stale. The comment made Hiroomi groan, roll his eyes, and slump himself in a more comfortable position as his chin took a rest upon his palm.

As the lunch bell rang in it’s usual G-minor tone, the spirit warrior adjusted in his seat and found a book shuffled through his messenger bag, picking out the choice novel from the rest and opened to his bookmarked page. The first few strung along sentences were interrupted by a mass of complaints fluttering around the cloud of students, which only made his annoyance even greater. Now not only the fact that they also complained of the cold when he lived it daily during every season, but also due to the fact that they were interrupting the climax of his book.

Only one mutter failed to annoy him, which came from the older female sitting to his left. A brow lifting at the single word mirroring his own thoughts, Hiroomi let out a single huff of amusement before giving an agreeing statement. “You’ve read my thoughts exactly.”

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A murmur of agreement from the seat next to her called for her attention, the comment less irksome and more comprehensible than the chorus of complaints from the other students. Ouran College was, apparently, filled with spoiled, rich parrots. Turning her head on her palm, an eyebrow rose in curiosity at her new conversational partner. He was the so called High School Kid the parrots had been gossiping about. The students didn't have much else to talk about so the name had landed and stuck. Ouran Academy was for the elite who's blood and wallet earned them a seat in class, the smart who had enough knowledge to pass difficult tests in order to earn their place, and those like Takane who had somehow found themselves there. To those used to their usual pristine environment, the curious creatures they may know as commoners or those not meeting their standards(people like Takane and the High School Kid) were things to gawk at and chatter about. They were topics of conversation like the weather or their hated idols. To have joined a class such as this one despite being of high school age, her seat partner was surely unlucky though smart. Takane wasn't any better in the other's eyes. Her condition caused her to doze off at times, creating misunderstandings and causing the labels of rude and lazy to stick to her. Looking back at her high school days, her situation now wasn't any different, perhaps a bit worse now that she was taking all her classes with the others. "You're...uh..." Head leaving her palm, her hand tucking itself underneath her other arm, Takane paused. His name escaped her. "...uh." Not good. Other students already looked at her differently and she was excluded among the regular student body. Now, he'd know her as that one girl that didn't even know his name despite being seated right next to him. Definitely not good. Blinking, thoughts sprinting to each and every possible worst case scenario she could think of, her lips hung open, parting a bit more as she tried to smooth over her silence. "I'm Takane Enomoto." Abandoning her original sentence, she went on to introduce herself. Reaching into the contents of her bag, she tried to play off her blunder as a casual mistake, masking her embarrassment with nonchalance. Setting her lunch of sushi rolls and sausages, courtesy of the local grocery store, on her desk, Takane returned her attention to him. "And you are?"

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gekkousagi replied to your post:Haruka passed away. ( ･ิω･ิ)

((I am so sorry I—))

[laughs nah don't apologize. feels are lovely and Shini messaged me right after you did xD]

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For the next hour my Muse can not tell a lie.

Abuse this

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Are you a tsundere in love?

"Yes."

"No!"

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Are you a tsundere?

"No!"

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Do you love someone

"N-NO!"

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Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.

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人魚姬

By: 

廢柴merrowe

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"Haruka Passed away"

"You sure like seeing me in tears."

Answered Shini!

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Haruka passed away. ( ･ิω･ิ)

"N-No..." Takane backed away from the figure who had approached so urgently. So urgently. When she herself knew nothing about where he was or where she was and how she had ended up here. "Kenjirou-sensei," Could she even call him that? After what he had done? "He said he was just sleeping!" She paused, gathering breath. Eyes blurred with panic and tears, her mind began to put two and two together. She had somehow ended up here and Kenjirou had done something with them. He could have easily lied to her. She had never talked to the doctors.

"Haruka...Harukaaa..."She fell to the floor, tears running down her cheeks. Somewhere in her mind, she had thought she would see him again. Somewhere, something, within her had reassured her that he would smile and meet her again. She wasn't dead. She was alive. She would have found him or he would have found her. Now, it was too late. "Haruka..."

Haruka, I love you. Haruka, I love you. 

No matter how much she thought it, no matter how loudly it screamed in her mind, she couldn't say it. There was no point. Haruka wasn't here anymore. She had taken too long. Again. She had taken too long again. 

And he had died.

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"...Passed away" Put a name and sees how my character reacts!

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Coffee Cups||Open

Soft jazz tunes floated around the coffee shop, mingling with the low murmurs of conversation. As the shop was farther away than most from Ouran, its customers lacked the brilliant yellow shades of the Ouran uniform or the adolescent faces that made up most student bodies. The shop, for the most part, was occupied by a few couples and elderly pairs. In the farthest corner, seated in a small booth was a clear outlier of the shop's regular customer demographics. Other than a curious glance, the others paid little attention to the dozing girl.

Takane slept. She had slept for 12 hours the night prior but that meant little to her body. 12 hours or not, she was sleeping now. To the right of the girl was a cup of mocha long gone cold. Its contents had only been halved when slumber called for the teen and she had succumbed to its calling.

An endless run...chaotic streets...the end of the world...

She dreamed of the apocalypse. She dreamed her recurring dream of an endless run and a burning regret. It's said that the mind uses dreams to sort through emotions and memories. If that was true, Takane's mind couldn't quite seem to organize that regret and those memories. She dwelled. 

A loud crash from the kitchen, some new worker fumbling and breaking a few cups, woke her. Eyes opening, she focused her sight on the paper cup. She had fallen asleep again. 

Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes as her other hand went to pick up her coffee. Taking a sip, she began to cough as the liquid went down her throat. "A-Agh, cold!" Not her smartest move.

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College Days||Open

Flurries of snow began to descend from the mass of clouds that covered the sky. The cold chilled the windows, seeped in through the cracks of the building and settled in the academy. Takane was aware of the cold. Frigid temperatures and Winter tended to go hand in hand. Of course, she complained about her hands freezing and teachers expecting them to write when she could barely hold her mechanical pencil but all those complaints had been in her head. Once the lunch bell had rung, the students around her had to let loose a stream of complaints that sounded like endless echoes of one another's. At the very root of all of their complaints was the cold. Ever repeating, freaking cold. 

Raising her head, she glanced out of the window and away from the class. Winter is cold. Everyone is aware of the cold. Takane couldn't understand why they all had to parrot one another and make conversation about the same topic. The noise kept repeating, ever continuous and ever annoying. 

It had been several days since she had woken in Ouran Academy. She figured that this was the place she had apparently made or was making for herself. It was her second chance. Her eyebrows slanted together, a frown drawn on her features. Some second chance this is. She was grateful but that didn't mean she didn't have regrets.

"Annoying." Takane muttered, ignoring the rest of the class.