Woolfish

Outside Looking In

Chapter One: Good Cop/Bad Cop

Shiori Aoki cringed away from the all-too-eager face of Tamaki Suou. In her mind’s eye, the blond upperclassman reminded her of a puppy that was about to attack its favorite chew toy. Based on their antics (rumored or otherwise seen), the girl knew that members Host Club were a strange bunch but this was just ludicrous.

The Third Music Room was usually bathed in light and in an equivocal splendor. It was utterly flamboyant and ridiculously colorful at times. So with these facts in mind, it still didn’t explain why the infamous room was now shrouded in shadows, why Umehito Nekozawa would feel right at home at this very moment.

The only source of illumination was a lamp hanging from the ceiling and it kept swinging back and forth, back and forth; it was making her nauseous. Adding more to her discomfort were her arms were bounded to a chair’s armrests (her skin was also chaffing on the straps) and someone used a sock to gag her mouth. She prayed to whatever deity that watched over her that said sock was at least clean.

And then, the lamp stopped swaying, the sock was taken out of her mouth, the straps were loosened and light slowly engulfed her surroundings. She blinked and shook her head, straining her eyes in order to adjust to the sudden brightness. The girl sighed when she started to rub the raw skin on her forearms.

“You know, this isn’t really necessary,” a soft voice spoke, interrupting Shiori’s ministrations.

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My story title came from a song. I’m drawing a blank who sang it though O.o. It belongs to the rightful owners!

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Chapter One: This Does Not Bode Well

“What are you doing here?” Vivian was astonished. Why was the golden boy and musician extraordinaire Caleb gracing his presence in the dance studio?

“Um,” Caleb wanted to ask the same question to himself. “I need your help.”

“On what?” She wrapped the towel she was drying herself with around her neck. The girl had to hear this.

“Well, I accidentally signed up for dance as my P.E.”

“No. Really?”

“Vivian, let me finish.”

“Well, I’m all ears.”

Vivian eyed the boy carefully. They weren’t exactly friends but the two of them are civil to one another when they pass each other in the halls. A simple wave, a nod, and a cordial smile were all the communication they did.

But now…

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Note:
Fuuko singing

Tokiya singing

Duet

and “Way Back Into Love” belongs to its proper owners. =D

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“Mi-channnn”

“No.”

“Come on, Mi-channnnnn.”

“For the nth time Kirisawa, no.”

“AGH! COME FUCKING ON!”

“You’re very persuasive, ne?”

“Damn straight! COME HERE ASS!”

Fuuko pried off Tokiya from their table and dragged him to the karaoke bar’s stage. The boy now regretted in going along with this “excursion” as Yanagi had put it.

Actually, he wouldn’t have minded it at all if they were in a private room, just embarrassing themselves in front of friends and whatnot. But everybody – except himself, of course – wanted to sing in front of the entire karaoke bar.

It had the right ambiance for a wannabe POP star; big stage, bright lights, fog machine (That’s right. A fog machine). It was a bit too much for “Open Mike Night” but the people loved it.

Apparently, so did the rest of the Hokage.

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