"Oh my god Himiko, I'm going to kill you!" Miya screeched, lunging towards Himiko, only to be held back by Tamaki.
"Woah, there's no need for violence, Princess." Tamaki said.
Miya looked at him, a small blush appearing on her cheeks, and Himiko could see a small blush on his cheeks as well.
Himiko chuckled, placing a hand over her mouth. "It's a match made in heaven~" She teased.
Miya tensed up, the blush on her cheeks growing. "Himiko!" She exclaimed.
"Sorry, Miya. I've gotta get my food!" She said. "See ya!" She rushed off, heading back to the classroom and grabbing her lunch. She then walked out and met with Tamai and Shirai. "Hello!" She chimed.
"Did you get the two together?" Shirai asked.
"Not yet." Himiko sighed. "But I'm determined to try! I'm not giving up until they're together!"
"Well, I hope you're ready for a long wait." Tamai stated. "I don't think they're getting together anytime soon."
"They will. I can guarantee it!" Himiko exclaimed loudly, getting the attention of a couple people in the lunch room. She blushed a bit and placed her hand behind her head awkwardly. "It's going to happen." She said.
the other two laughed, and they walked to the lunchroom.
After school, Himiko sighed, then she started to walk to the park. She sat down at a bench and took a deep breath. It was calm. She opened her book bag and took out a piece of paper, and the article on the rose color she printed out. Taking out a pen and a hard surface to write on, she placed her pen to the paper and started the paragraphs.
The rose she picked might of had a meaning of death and hatred, it also meant rebirth, and something about pure devotion, so, Himiko wrote about those meanings, and not the death and sorrow meaning.
She took a break from writing and took a deep breath, looking up from the paper and around the park. Inoffensive in the distance, she could see some teenagers playing around with a frisbee, a kid with his parents playing in the sand box not to far away. Over in the clearing, there were some people playing with their pets.
Himiko rested her head back and looked at the blue sky, the clouds lazily drifting in the sky above her. She took a deep breath. She watched as a dog ran up to her, jumping onto her lap, lapping at her face.
"Mephie! Down boy!" A voice exclaimed, and Himiko looked up to see a boy around her age. He had dark hair, almost black. His eyes were an icy blue, and he wore a school uniform, she recognized it slightly, but couldn't place the name.
"Mephie?" Himiko asked, looking up at the boy with an amused expression.
"It's not my dog." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm taking care of him for a friend."
"Rin! Come on!" A voice called out, and Himiko looked over to a brown haired boy with glasses. "We have to hurry."
The boy, Rin, nodded and grabbed Mephie from Himiko's lap. "Nice to meet you!" He exclaimed as he ran away.
Himiko watched as the boy met up with the other one, and they walked off, "That was... Strange." She muttered. Then she looked down, seeing that her paper had muddy paw prints on it. "Well, I guess I'll have to rewrite what I have." She muttered, taking out another paper and started to write.
After a while she finished the paper and placed it in her school bag carefully. Taking a deep breath, she looked up, seeing a frisbee flying straight at her. right before it hit her, a young boy caught it, and he looked at Himiko, moving to hand it to her.
Himiko shook her head. "That isn't mine." She said sweetly. "But let's give it to their owners, okay?" She asked, remember the group of kids playing with a frisbee, and she looked up, seeing that they were still there, looking around. "I think it's theirs."
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Shhhh. I totally didn't take ideas from Rin and Yukio from Blue Exorsist, whaaaaaaattttt? NoooooooTHATS RIDICULOUS. *nervous laughter*
-Sin
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The Song of Roses (OHSHC)(Complete)
FanfictionHimiko Sukini is a talented singer, getting into Ouran Private Academy on a singing scholarship. She's an energetic girl who can easily make friends with others and capture the hears of many boys, even if it is unintentional. And after a year at Our...