Ouran - What Even - Chico+Wixed

[Chicogal]

Can you even?


Nahhh but i can odd ayy lmao


shiny new thread let's go vrm vrmmmm

 

[Chicogal]

Two weeks.


Two weeks today.


She counted off the days on her fingers, knees drawn up to her chest on the stone bench. She counted like a child. She counted slowly, each flick of her finger a painful reminder of why she was counting.


Fourteen days.


Daiana remembered the phone call. It had been any ordinary night; she was at home, struggling with math (as usual). A particularly difficult question had lead to her chewing the end off her pencil. The land-line buzzed and she groaned as she rose to answer it, assuming it was her parents at dinner - worrying about her, or something annoying like that. How she wished it had been the phone call she'd expected.


She was alone outside. A gentle drizzle was falling on her, but she didn't care. Water wasn't going to melt her. It wasn't going to kill her. She couldn't understand now why people made such a fuss about getting wet. It was such a small, fixable inconvenience. The rosebushes that made up the maze would be happy, at the least. Daiana closed her eyes, resting her chin on her knees as she wrapped her arms around them in a comfortable, protected ball. She was insulated from the outside like this. The scent of grass was all that invaded her nose, and the pitter-patter of rain the only sound.


It was growing harder and harsher, but she didn't care. It was cold, but that didn't matter. Nothing could compare to the pain inside her heart, the heavy lump inside her chest. The therapist had told her that it would take time, and that eventually she would come to peace with it. But she didn't want to ever accept the fact that they were...


Daiana's hands twisted into the material covering her legs, bitter tears welling up in her eyes again. She bit into the skirt just to stop herself from screaming. And perhaps in some part of her mind, she knew that she was slightly mad to be acting like this. But she was in her little insulated world, curled up, where anyone who actually happened to pass by would only see her rounded back and tucked in head. And who cared if she looked insane? She certainly didn't.

 

[Wixed]

Tamaki pattered about Music room 3, weaving through the crowd. He looked to the clock ticking against the paneled wall, brow furrowing at the time. His usual appointment was no where to be found. He was quite used to Daiana's timely visits and what prince could go without his princess for any amount of time? Surely not Tamaki. He swooped past the twins and gave Kyoya a concerned gaze, eyes set on the appointment book in his grasp--only to be informed that she'd not set an appointment for him this day; followed by him pressing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.


Alas! He couldn't bear the thought of lady Daiana spending time alone. What a wretched fate for a lovely maiden. And though he hadn't the faintest idea of her whereabouts, what he did have, was plenty of time to scour the campus. He bid the other members ado and took to the halls, eyes to the windows as he reached the stairs. The clouds frothed like gray fluff, drooping with rain ready to fall.


The foyer towered above him and he pressed through the double doors, stepping out into the courtyard. The rose garden rustled quietly in the stormy breeze. He worked his way around, finding the entrance. This was one of his favorite places to be. Thunder rolled gently in the distance and he continued through the maze of flowers, drizzle misting down upon him. His legs took him deeper into the flowers and though he knew it like the back of his hand, it always seemed a fresh adventure. The rain was pelting now, heavy drops soaking him through and through, and after what seemed like a short eternity, he rounded the final corner, the gazebo standing before him--accompanied by Daiana's curled person. A smile took him and stepped toward her, rain hissing about them loudly.

 

[Chicogal]

Daiana was like that for a little while, eventually un-biting her dress and just laying her forehead on her knees. She could imagine her parents, having dinner at the restaurant. It was the one where her father had proposed to her mother; a Scandinavian restaurant at that. She could see them, her mother laughing as her father opened the door for her, and perhaps the small argument over which wine should have been served instead of that one. And then the drunk driver, veering toward them, and they would have barely had the chance to scream...


At least it had been quick.


She was soaked to the bone now, hair hanging down her back in wet strands. Her body shivered, but she still didn't move. There was just no energy let in her to do so. Perhaps she could stay like this forever, on the freezing stone bench with her arms wrapped around her. But then... the sound of approaching footsteps. Someone was coming.


Her breath caught in her throat; she didn't want someone to catch her, and force her to go back to classes like this. She didn't want someone to call her grandmother and force her to go home, get a new change of clothes. But she had to see who it was. Hesitatingly, she rose her head from her curled position, arms still around her knees. It was a blond figure, and she could immediately tell who it was - Tamaki. There was a small amount of shame that he was to see her like this; she'd always dressed up her best for him when she attended the Host Club. She wasn't sure what day it was, perhaps the day of her usual appointment?


Daiana watched Tamaki walk with guarded bloodshot blue eyes, wondering what he was doing here. Please, don't let him call somebody. I can't take anyone more pitying me.