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by emoji movie » Fri Feb 17, 2017 3:48 pm
There's no one in the clubroom today: everyone's at their own place, doing their own thing, and he remains alone. There's a faltering aura of unfamiliarity that shrouds the clubroom, and he shivers at the touch. It was their third year as the Classics Club, and there was a constant trend of disappearing members and loneliness.
"The show must go on," he mumbles to himself, as he closes his eyes and listens to the creak of grasshoppers outside the school.
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"I'm curious!" The phrase echoes through the clubroom, proposed by the shortest of the group with hair trickling down her back. Eru Chitanda leans closer to him as he attempts to lean further back. He's positioned in front of a table with only the support of his arms behind him keeping him steady, and she's pressed forwards with her chest almost making contact with his stomach. A while back, he hated the moments when she'd do this-- lean closer and closer until he gave into her curiosity, but now, the moments were so scarce he almost lives for them, he'd never admit this, of course.
Lifting one hand and twiddling his hair for a moment, he breathes out a sigh. Frigid and stone cold- his catchphrase 'I don't do anything I don't have to. What I have to do, I do quickly' turns to dust- he obliges.
Chitanda backs up happily, tossing her hands up in the air. She almost bounces out of the clubroom, her energy leaving the air around her buzzing with the ghost of her adrenaline. When she's out of the clubroom and he's following, a smile fleets his lips. Pocketing his hands, he strolls to the door lazily, and her firm but soft voice is heard cracking through the air. "Oreki-- hurry up!"
None of them addresses the other two members absent.
- - -
Satoshi Fukube leaps into the air after having won a video game, a large grin lined up on his lips. He's estatic. Ibara Mayaka, on the other hand, is not. Her eyebrows are pressed closely to her drooping eyelids, hands clutching the controller so tightly her knuckles are white and trembling. A drop of sweat climbs down the creases of her forehead, and her body is rigid. Turning to Satoshi, Oreki expects her to launch into a full-blown ramble or scolding, but instead, her voice is as cold as ice. She says, without trembling, "Fuku-- rematch, right now.
Her voice seems to chill the entire room.
Satoshi glances at her- and Oreki can see something underneath those chestnut eyes that resembles longing and wistfulness- and lets out a hard laugh. It's an eruption of giddy huffs, and the boy leans back and into the chair, closing his eyes with a content smile on his lips. "Alright Mayaka, but this is gonna be our last game. Oreki's playing me next!
Ibara nods intently and turns to the screen. Oreki catches Satoshi's subtle thumbs-up before the boy turns to the screen and another match commences. Letting out a huff of air, he leans forwards into the table and wraps his head up in the bandages of his arms. Too bad Chitanda was sick-- she would've loved this, he thinks. The snap of something in the distance followed by loud bangs and the squealing of 'you cheated' are the last things he hears before drifting into the warm clutches of sleep.
- - -
Ibara is chasing Satoshi around the class. Her face is painted with a sadistic smile and Satoshi's is a sheepish grin. Oreki watches on with amusement at their antics, but refuses to lift an eyebrow. This was rather usual for the two anyways, and doing anything would just spread Ibara's wrath onto him. "Oreki! Ibara's gonn' kill me!" Satoshi squeaks out while tossing his arms up in exaggeration. Ibara rolls her eyes.
"I'm only doing this 'cuz I want you to pass! You don't show up to this test-- you fail the entire grade!"
Oreki snorts.
Satoshi lets out a wail when Ibara finally catches him and holds him by the scruff like a kitten being dragged. Carrying him out of the class with a sigh, Ibara casts Oreki a final look of goodbye while Satoshi blinks his eyes in morse code for 'S.O.S'.
- - -
Chitanda leans against Ibara as they stand together, staring out the window. The wind swept by with a flurry of leaves carried in its embrace, brushing past the building and skimming the rough edges of the building. Chitanda reaches to open a window, and the damp heat floods the room and a warm and almost wet feeling creeps along his skin.
"Look," Chitanda calls out, and Oreki redirects his gaze to the window. A bird flutters past the window and lands on a nearby cherry tree. Ibara traces the bird's track and breathes out a sigh at the sight of pink and flowers.
"I'm going," Ibara says, a groan pushing its way out of the petite girl. Ibara peels herself away from Chitanda who looks on with wide-eyes, confused by the abnormal behaviour the other girl was displaying.
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Chitanda stares out the window and Satoshi stands beside her: there's a group of freshmen gathered near the front door, sitting on the parking lot and chatting loudly. The window is open, but only a few words drift into the clubroom, and none coherent enough for Oreki to hear. Suddenly, the far louder voice of the principal pierces the air, and a clatter of footsteps follow. He isn't sure whether it's the principal or the students chatting, but instantly, Chitanda turns around and yelps, her voice echoing in the room.
"I'm curious!"
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The sun shines above, and Ibara leans closer to Oreki, her collar hiding most of her neck. Her eyes are narrowed into slits, and she glares at Oreki. Satoshi sits beside her and pats her head in an attempt to calm her down, but that seems to infuriate her more as her face explodes red and she inches further from Satoshi.
Then, she draws back from glaring and instead resorts to pointing out facts:
"Your theory is wrong. If you say the man's shirt was white, the fake blood hidden underneath would be a lot more noticeable." Ibara smirks at Oreki. She holds her hands on her hips and stares down at Oreki who currently is groaning against the table. Satoshi lets out a laugh at Oreki's actions and Ibara's attempts to debunk Oreki's every theory, but flinches subtly when Ibara redirects her gaze to him.
Expecting a scolding, he winces, only to see a smile instead.
- - -
Satoshi scribbles on the paper messily and lazily. He grins and scratches his head as Oreki watches, narrowing his eyes and occasionally glancing at the door.
"It's a simple algebra problem. I thought Databases were supposed to hold answers," Oreki deadpans, staring at the twitching of Satoshi's pencil and the crinkle of the paper. Satoshi raises his head to look up at the looming observer and pulls his lips up into a trembling smile. His hooded eyes display his sheepishness.
"Sorry Oreki! Databases can't draw conclusions."
- - -
"You're better already?" Satoshi asks Chitanda, voice raised a pitch in surprise. Chitanda and Satoshi sit adjacent from one another, with Oreki by Satoshi's side. Chitanda nods intently, smiling with her head tucked in slightly as her shoulders raise in a shrug.
"Yup! I get sick pretty often, but I get better fast."
Satoshi lets out a different and breathier laugh despite the lack of actual humour in her statement.
- - -
Chitanda visits only briefly today, but Oreki finds himself happy she visits at all. They exchange short 'hello's before Ibarra insists the other girl was sick and needed to go home and rest. Ibarra spends the rest of the five minutes Chitanda was present both scolding and babying the girl, before ultimately dragging Chitanda home.
Before Ibara leaves, she's tells Oreki to inform Satoshi that she was leaving.
- - -
Chitanda shows up today, walking in and Oreki's eyes widen. It takes a few moments, but he drops the look and immediately returns to her indifferent face-- too bad Chitanda already caught it. Preparing to endure a moment of awkwardness with her blushing and apologizing, or something of the sort, he closes his eyes.
There is nothing.
Pinching his eyes open, he watches as she sits down on the chair diagonal from him, and watches as she simply stares down at the table. Pursing his lips, he debates mentally on whether he should ask her about what was wrong, but before his mind makes a decision, Chitanda jumps back into her enthusiastic mode. Oreki is on the fence about being thankful or concerned: he chooses the former.
"There was a rumour going on about Satoshi and Ibara, and I haven't seen any of them today..." Her grin turns into a smirk, and his eyes narrow slightly. "I'm curious!"
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Ibara holds out the pink and flowered box to Satoshi. Her hands clutch the weaves of the package paper so tightly her knuckles were bleeding white and tremble against the cool feel against her sticky palms. Oreki observes from a distance as Satoshi turns away with a forced chuckle.
- - -
Ibara strolls into the clubroom with her hands rested on her hips. She casts Oreki a look with both eyebrows raised before sitting down and pulling out a book. There is silence for another ten minutes. It was always like this when it was just Ibara and him, but he appreciated the fact she came, nonetheless.
Watching as she rifled through her bag before setting it down on the chair next to her, she pulls out her book and skims the pages in silence. Another ten minutes pass.
"Is Satoshi not coming?"
"Chitanda's dealing with family affairs, and Satoshi's meeting with the student council."
"You're avoiding my question."
"The answer is obvious."
Her cheeks flare and she looks down at her books, before collecting them all and making her way out of the clubroom.
- - -
Satoshi was the only other person who showed up today. He brings his smile that lights up the entire classroom-- but it doesn't. He sits down beside Oreki where he normally sits-- but he doesn't. He sets his bag on the floor beside him, and turns to Oreki to ask about something stupid-- but he doesn't. They talk for hours about everything and anything-- but they don't.
The door opens and closes, encapsulating the two friends in a pregnant silence.
- - -
"I brought rice cakes," Chitanda's soft voice seeps through the crevices and into the clubroom. Snapping his head up and in the direction of the door, he watches as it slides open, a satisfying slither of noise rings and she attempts to beam. Shuffling over to the table and setting down the box, she sits down and closes her eyes, heaving out a long breath of air. Oreki studies her while she does that, and notices the pricks of sweat lining the crease of her forehead.
She snaps her eyes open and they hold each others gaze for a moment before they both quickly turn away.
- - -
The two girls chat in the corner about the book they both read in class, letting out explosive laughter while discussing out stupid parts about the book.
"I can't believe Tamako would do that though: chase after a boy stupidly despite the fact he's too fickle to decide whether he actually likes her or not!" Ibara explodes, and that catches his attention. He shifts on his seat and cranes his neck to glance at her as subtly as possible. Chitanda meets his glance, before they both turn back to the ranting girl.
"She's not stupid, or unattractive, or anything negative, so why keep going after the same damned man! I mean, she can do so much better than a man who can't even say 'I love you', and just keeps her waiting despite the fact he blatantly knows that she loves him. Honestly, he's just so-- ugh! Annoying, I guess, and--"
The door opens.
The tears that were brimming in Ibara's eyes were now cascading down her cheeks as if the facet inside her had been turned on abruptly. She reaches both hands up to wipe them viciously. Then, she narrows her eyes and glares at Oreki as if he's the cause of all her misery. Hissing lightly, Ibara scrambles for her books and snatches them away, bolting out the door and leaving the other two in the dust.
Satoshi stands in the doorway with wide-eyes and a cocked head, his hand raised in a greeting.
- - -
Chitanda sits with Satoshi near the corner of the room, where Ibara had been the last meeting. They talk about something he cannot hear, and he strains his ears to try. He doesn't catch much, but what he does slaps him in the face repeatedly. There's a stunned moment of silence that he doesn't understand, before Chitanda apologizes and Satoshi does not.
"And then there was one," he mumbles to himself, the droning sound of rain seeming blander than ever.
- - -
Ibara sits beside him, for once; Satoshi sits as far away from them as possible. There's books being thrown, and there's paper tossed, and there's a clutter of trash circling the table that was being subjected to Ibara's fury.
"Satoshi-- just answer me! Do you, or do you not?" She demands, and Oreki glances the other way to avoid looking at Satoshi's face.
"A database can't draw conclusions, Ibara."
- - -
He flinches. The book lands near his head and the girl from across the room is absolutely furious. "He's an idiot, isn't he? An absolute, and complete... Idiot!" Her voice is lower than a shriek, but not gruff enough to be a yell.
"I should've stopped trying-- I should've given up on that stupid boy the moment he rejected my first chocolates!" Ibara stomps around the clubroom, destroying everything in front of her. Oreki sighs, speaking up in a voice injected with fake enthusiasm so that she'd just stop.
"Give him a break. I get you're angry, but calm down-- think clearly."
Her gaze snaps towards him, and she holds that flickering flame in her eyes for only a few more moments before it clicks off and she settles in the seat adjacent from him. She rests her arms on the desk and captures her head in the coccon of limbs. Oreki sees her shoulders shake for a couple of moments, and he sees her tremble. A noise that sounds a loud like a sniffle cuts the air and an exhale follows.
She looks up at him-- slowly, and lethargically.
"I'm just tired."
- - -
Satoshi is quiet today, and Oreki casts the other boy a glance from the corner of his eye. The dusty-blond-haired boy catches that glance and heaves out another sigh. The clubroom is left in ten more minutes of silence.
"Do you think Ibara hates me?"
Satoshi's voice is quieter than he remembers. Oreki cranes his neck slightly, arms still curled around his head and resting on the table. He doesn't know how to answer the question. He doesn't know whether to confirm it, or tell a lie that might ruin everything even more, or whether to-- he sighs.
"That's an understatement."
- - -
"I wish we were freshmen again," Chitanda brings up one day. Her voice is meek and quiet, but he hears it loud and clear against the backdrop of loud voices and the new freshmen laughing. They both close their eyes, before he shoots a hand out and grips hers. Squeezing it tightly and watching her face turn red and his following, like a game of simon says, he replies.
"Me too."
- - -
"There's a new festival coming up soon," Chitanda adds timidly, and the silence gives way to her voice. "Are we still going as the Classic Club? The room is under a heavy silence, and it weighs them down like bricks. It takes a moment for Oreki to swallow the lump in his throat, but he reluctantly shakes his head in response.
"I don't think so."
The other three members look at him, stupefied. Ibara packs her books first, and leaves swiftly. The rest remain in silence until an hour passes by, and the room empties out.
- - -
There's no one in the clubroom today: everyone's at their own place, doing their own thing, and he remains alone. There's a faltering aura of a familiarity that shrouds the clubroom, and he shivers at the touch he hates. It was their third year as the Classics Club, and there was a constant trend of no one showing up.
"The show must go on," he mumbles to himself, as he closes his eyes and listens to the creak of grasshoppers outside the school.
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ah you caught me!! a fanfiction -claps-
try and guess what this is a fanfiction for ;-]
this was also written more for me than anyone else- most of my stories are tbh- but i'm actually very curious how well they've been developed and whether you got their personalities as well? let me know (if you can/want to) whether they seem consistent or at least coherent :>
hah, it was a hecka lot of writing though (kinda lmao) so i don't blame you if you didn't read all of it
I dumped it I all into a word counter and it clicked on at 2,898 (or so) words??? That's a hecka lot (so for hecka lot of story I'm writing a hecka lot for the author's note section)
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by emoji movie » Sat Feb 18, 2017 4:50 pm
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"IS SAMEOL GRAY HAVING AN AFFAIR?? || Although He and His Wife Deny The Accusation, More Clues Have Been Found!!"
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He was not a good man. There were many different people out in the world, and subsequently, many different definitions and ideas for what a 'good man' was, but he knows for a fact, that with every single idea out there and every single definition: he is not a good man.
Sometimes he hears her crying herself to sleep, and he just lies there. The moonlight illuminates the room and highlights her tears in gleaming white. It shines upon her like a spotlight, and she is a frozen actor playing out every scene from every movie while he is the single audience member she is unaware of. He pretends to be asleep because he doesn't know how to confront her, even when he knows he should get up and say something-- anything, and she will still love him.
Her footsteps and light and soft as she slides of the silky bed sheets and onto the carpeted floor, her shoulders clenched tightly to her side and her head angled down and towards the floor. Her hands fold into one another as she steps away from the bed and past the door frame. Her silk gown flows behind her, and he almost opens his eyes.
He is not a good man.
Sometimes he sees her looking at him as if he was a statue: wide-eyes opened with awe and mouth agape. She puts him on a pedestal and polishes and admires him every single day, buttering him up with compliments and cheery grins. She waits for him every day, and she doesn't show him her anger in order to prevent more stress, and she stays with him despite his stupidity. And he wants to do the same, but he can never find the words to admit that he loves her, and he can never do the actions that would help enunciate the words lingering between his every sentence.
He doesn't know why she holds him in such high regard when she's a goddess and he's barren, stripped of emotions and perfectly stoic-- a tundra of nothing.
Sometimes he sees her and he wants to say something cheesy and happy and tell her a steady stream of confessions until his voice plays in her head like a song, but he never does. He always thinks 'there's always tomorrow', and because he knows she'll always be there, the words never get out.
Until that day.
The day his heart stopped.
She lies in the hospital bed looking more fragile than he'd ever seen her-- and his heart breaks a little bit more. While looking down at her, he knows, even more than before-- he is not a good man- she smiles at him, he gulps- but he can always try to be.
Her voice is soft and mellow, but teetering slightly with pain wedged inbetween words.
"Tis only a flesh wound," she croaks in a half-hearted attempt to get him to smile. He doesn't. Her smile doesn't fade. He breathes out a sigh, and furrows his brows in a confused attempt to try and find the words he wants to say- the words she needs to hear. He doesn't find those words- he cannot find those words. They're lost somewhere on the tip of his tongue. He tries to speak again, but all he gets out is a lame line used in every cliche romance she hates.
"Never do that again."
Somehow, she stills smiles. She's a beautiful woman, and he wants to be enough-- he wants to deserve her, and the only way to do that is to learn how, starting now.
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whooaoh
this is a follow-up to the story earlier
had this planned for a little while but i really didn't have the motivation, so i popped that 2000+ word story and hopped straight to this one but still didn't have any motivation lmao
hopefully this'll suffice ;-]
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by blackbird. » Wed Feb 22, 2017 1:27 am
omgoodness how did i not discover your thread earlier??
your one-shots are so amazeballs honestly i enjoyed reading them so much
they go from super deep to descriptive and just pure fun
you're such a versatile writer and not just versatile but also very skilled
and your characters are just so relatable and i just feel them so hard
looking forward to more :3
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