Normally, I write chapters on my laptop when I get home so it's easier to type, but this can be bad because I get easily distracted. I noticed that I didn't upload as much as I thought I would in the holidays, which I'm not proud of. So, I decided that I would write at school whenever I could, too. I decided to use one of my bajillion notebooks (I think they're pretty and don't want to ruin them by writing anything in them, anyone relate?) and now when I'm in a useless class, or I finished my work I get my notebook out and write the fanfic. Problems with that are even if the teacher doesn't notice, people ask me what I'm doing and I'm like OH THIS IT'S NOTHING PLEASE DON'T ASK. Because people judge and I'm like ugggh leave me alone.
Oh, by the way, sorry I haven't changed the POV in ages, I just think it's easier to show the reader's thought in first person; plus, it's easier for me to write in it. Sorry if it bothers anybody, if it does, tell me and I'll change it.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Y/N)'s Point Of View:-
By the time Kyoya and I came back from out little, uh, Rendezvous, shall we call it, we saw Tamaki sitting alone, fronting a tree, with a dark shadow covering his face. Once he recognised it was Kyoya, he pounced on the dark haired male, with tears streaming down his face.
"MOMMY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU FOR?! How come you weren't there when I needed you the most..." Tamaki's whines were starting to give me a headache.
Just as I was about to walk away to look for Haruhi, whom I later spotted was with the twins, I saw Tamaki's eyes shift to me. Instantly, I knew this couldn't be good as his arm shot out, an accusing finger pointing in my direction.
Still addressing Kyoya, he continued talking. "Her! You were with her! And this entire time, I was... I thought!" He let out an exasperated sigh. "What's with all my friends, sneaking off and going to hang out with different people, today?"
For a second, I thought what he had bottled up inside him was rage, but he proved me wrong and started weeping again. "I thought I was blooming! My beauty always improves during this time of year! What's wrong this time?" He paused momentarily, then gasped. "HAVE I LOST MY CHARM?!?!"
At this point, I didn't know what to say. I felt like I'm supposed to comfort him, but A) it's Tamaki, ugh, he's such a headache. And B) HOW DO YOU COMFORT PEOPLE? It's so awkward - like they're upset and hurt and you're expected to show them sympathy. But I suck at those kinds of situations, like what am I supposed to say?? I mean, I know you should help them and make them feel better but how?
Luckily, just before I could make my futile attempt at comforting the blonde, Kyoya took the upper hand and managed to get Tamaki to calm down and talk like a rational person. Bear in mind, it only took one sentence from him to do that, how even??
"I have a new theory. I mean, it's just my hypothesis. But it seems that by being in the same class, Hikaru and Kaoru are able to spend more time with Haruhi than I get to here at the club. This gives them a chance to get close to her, and if that happens..." Tamaki put on a serious face.
"Funny you'd say that, because you're only talking about Haru-" My voice gradually crescendoed as I addressed him, but Kyoya didn't let me finish talking. (Pfft Haru *strips when he sees water*)
"Tamaki, you just now realize that? According to my research, in a single day, the twin spend roughly nine hours of class time with Haruhi." While explaining, Kyoya pulled out a diagram with two pie charts. They were comparing the proportion of time spent by Haruhi with Tamaki as to with the Hitachiins. Where he got that from, I do not know... Actually, who does know? He is Kyoya Ootori, after all.
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The Shadow King's Other Side
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