- Originally, The Ouran Cafe Princess -
[warning (it's here for a reason!!!): i started writing this in middle school; it's VERY cringy at times but i've edited it as much as i could w/o altering too much of the story -- enjoy neverthless!]
Aki Suo...
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Me when I can finally update.
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Aahh, heaven. The gentle sun streaming through the glass window panes, the sound of clinking teacups and classical music mixing together, and the feeling of my fingers pressing gently across the keys—but flying up and down the keyboard.
I finished the piece with pounding keys and relaxed back. Now I can get used to this kind of holiday. Now that I think about it, I've taken quite a few holidays this past season.
It started with London, then two weeks off of school, and now three days off.
I fell backwards off the Piano stool from thinking too deeply, my butt slipping from off the plush burgundy cover. Shit. I tumbled to the floor in a heap, my legs resting on where my butt was seconds earlier. The breath was knocked right out of me and I wheezed. My nerves at my back hips tingled and I cringed, the feeling intensifying and pulsing up my spine.
"Miss Suoh, are you alright?"
"Do you need me to ring for the nurse?"
Ladies surrounded me and I shook my head, "no, I'm quite alright thank you," I wheezed. I pulled my legs off the bench and lifted myself up, brushing off the back of my camouflage short shorts. I found my breath once again, "my goodness that hurt."
Haruhi was walking by and stood, stopping next to me holding a tray. "I saw what happened. Are you alright?" She looked up at me concerned for my well being.
"Yeah I guess," I readjusted my bun, which was most likely messy by now, "say, is that delicious looking, steaming, extra large hot tea in that sexy panda cup of mine... Mine?" I motioned to the steaming mug on the tray she held.
Haruhi rolled her eyes and I smiled greatly. "Yes, it is yours," she handed me the large mug and I sipped it gratefully, "say, do you have an obsession with pandas?"
"Possibly," I giggled, drinking more tea.
She smiled and walked off, shaking her head.
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What. The. Hell.
"My~ What a lovely bunch of cute boys!" Misuzu cried, twirling in a circle. Oh god, I rested my palm on my forehead, heaving a sigh.
"Such handsomeness all in one place!"
I gulped water from a bottle, the plastic crinkling in my slender hands. Cool air blew from the AC vents above cooling my once pale skin.
My tone now held a sunkissed glimmer, the kind of tan you would get after spending two full days in the sun. I tossed the empty Evian water bottle into the rubbish bin and leaned against the wall.
"Aahh. The apron I made for Haruhi is so cute isn't it?" Misuzu giggled like a female after drinking too much. Misuzu is much like Haruhi's father. He dresses as a woman and talks and acts like one. Her father and Suzu are great friends, which explains why Haruhi is spending her three day Fall break here.
