Ouran- Fragments No. 13BRANDEDTen minutes after the interrogator left, the door opens. A long shadow extends to the table, covering her. She doesn't look up. His cupped hands slide to the middle of the table, into her line of sight. There are visible callouses. So far, no words have been spoken, but the silence is not oppressive. Actually, Haruhi could happily keep it going all night, if only because she's dreading what she's about to face."You wanted to see me?"Haruhi shuts her eyes. He sounds as cool, detached and unlike himself as he did two nights ago. She takes a deep, cleansing breath and lifts her head."Hello, Tamaki."His only reaction is a more pronounced frown. Haruhi's heart started pounding in her ears the second the words were out. His lack of response makes it worse. She feels like a gaping hole is forming in her stomach. He makes to stand."If that's all you wanted to say-""Wait."He stops, halfway out of his chair. They stare at each other. He doesn't seem any more willing to look
Ouran- Fragments No. 6HUNTERSWhen the rain stops and the sun is drying the land, it's time to go hunting. Five men are chosen for the job. They rotate with fifteen others every couple of weeks. The only one to go every single time is their leader, who oversees them from whatever high vantage point he can find. Sometimes it's a tree branch, sometimes a rise in the land. Today, he's on top of a boulder, still, like he's a part of the rock himself. Icy eyes scan the surrounding area, burning into the backs of his hunters as they creep about in search of their prey.Two of those men stick together, unlike their partners who prefer to go solo. They are both quiet, unassuming, and not at all accustomed to hunting. Neither of them have gone very often. This will be their third time, the last one being over a year ago. They hold their guns aloft, awkwardly facing different directions though they have no idea what they're going to do if that actually see anything. The taller of the two, who is really only a
Ouran- Fragments No. 5MAKESHIFTThree men stand in an old building that probably used to be a school. If not that, then a hospital. They are standing beneath a gaping hole in the wall that moonlight shines through. Its a beautiful night, warm and with clear skies full of stars. The rotting wood is damp from last nights rain, and has a weak, yet distinct smell that invades the mens senses and makes them uncomfortable.They all wear black and other dark colors. The one in the middle is the tallest and the broadest. His head is hairless, his eyes a murky brown. He has stubble on his cheeks that never seems to grow into a full beard, and when he opens his mouth, a chipped front tooth leaves a gaping hole in his grin. The man to his right is shorter and quite noticeably round in the middle. His face has double chins and is currently covered in bruises. He has an ugly black eye that leaves him able to open only one of them. His mouth hangs open, making him look mentally challen
Ouran- Fragments No. 16REFLECTIONThis bar on the side of the road is a miracle. Real alcohol springs from the taps, though Kyoya knows better than to do more than smell his drink.He is the only patron with such reservations. Those who aren't slamming themselves into poles repeatedly for the entertainment of their equally wasted friends are plastered over tables, dead to the world and possibly dead period. He watches one man, counts the number of seconds between the rise and fall of his back. Seven seconds is the record.It's no longer shocking to him, how little death affects him. He's seen it up close, even before all of this. One of his earliest memories was the funeral of a relative, their name and his relation to them long forgotten. He remembers the casket being carried into the furnace, and the swirling black smoke that carried into the heavens. It reached for a god Kyoya never truly believed in, and faded against the yellow sun as the world spun on, and no Saviour's hand reached down to take
Ouran- Fragments No. 15LEGENDARYHaruhi has an easy time finding the bathroom, getting to it was the hard part. Tamaki is asleep when she wakes up, but she learns quickly that he isn't a heavy sleeper. The slightest whine of the bed as she moves makes him jerk and grunt, though it never fully rouses him. Haruhi creeps to the door, arms out. She notices for the first time long streaks of dirt going all the way up to her shoulders. Her clothes are in a similar state.She makes it to the door, open an inch wide. It doesn't creak, but she is cautious when pushing it, careful not to make any sudden movements. Outside is bright with natural sunlight that filters through uncovered windows. Voices come from all different directions, but they are too far away to sound like anything more than buzzing in her ears. She gets just enough room to fit her slender body through and then lets it swing back into its original position as she takes in her surroundings.The first thing that catches her eye is the bathroom,
Ouran- Fragments No. 11KAITOKaito enters the jailhouse alone. Junko had wanted to come with him -she kept on begging until he was out the door- but he doubted Aina would appreciate him bringing her nine year old to an interrogation even if he wanted to. Two men are waiting for him when he gets there. He recognizes them as the ones who have been chosen to guard the wall tonight. The smaller one shifts off to the side when he approaches, a mumbled greeting his only acknowledgment of Kaito's presence. Kaito lets it slide for now. The only thing of interest to him is the lifeless body thrown over the larger man's shoulder. The man gives a respectfully low bow, almost allowing the prisoner to slip off of him. A little moan escapes their lips, but they don't stir. At least Kaito knows they're still alive."What is this?""Found him wandering around outside," the large man says. He walks to the interrogation table and drops the prisoner on it.
Ouran- Fragments No. 7FRAYEDAt the end of one road is a quiet settlement that is the end of the line. There is nothing beyond it but dense, uninhabitable forest that will eventually lead you straight off a cliff if you walk too far. The settlement itself is very small, encompassing only about 300 or so feet. It's really more like a single street than anything else. Those who reside there have their basic needs met, with food easy to come by from either hunting or going into one of the bigger towns several miles off. The conditions aren't all the comfortable- most of them haven't had a truly warm blanket in years- but they make due, and they've done well thus far.Today is a very big day. The oldest resident of the settlement, who also happens to be a doctor whose saved at least half of the other resident's lives at one point or another, is celebrating her 70th birthday. For her advanced age, she is a spry woman. Her pepper gray hair is cut short, falling around her eyes, but never obstructing her vi