Author has written 2 stories for Naruto, and Ouran High School Host Club.
Name: Caitlin. Purity doesn't seem to exist anymore these days.
Age: Seventeen. Age is the number of years in existence, not a mental barrier.
I like the usual things; reading, writing, video gaming, soccer, and sleeping. I hate the sun and ignorance as a whole.
I live in a slipshod, down trodden redneck town where you're lucky to find someone who knows how to speak proper English and has been out of their inbred little waste land.
I go about my days,
striving to find balance,
and someone to have a good debate with.
I prefer Yaoi. My best friend is a nearly twenty year old gay mexican. My step family is Japanese and Hawaiian. I'm Welsh, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, and Irish, I believe. Who knows what else.
My skin is so white I basically glow in the dark. I swear.
I'm a critic,
take it or leave it.
I love pessimism and envy, it just gives me a reason to get up in the morning.
Lessee... an update of my story, Emeritus.
Things begin to heat up as a whirlwind romance begins to blow Kyoya and Haruhi out of their normal characteristics. Does the cry for comfort and the urge to answer it make true love, or will someone only end up getting hurt in the end? Literally.
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It was a hopeless gamble, bringing the Host Club back together for a night on the town. What had they been trying to accomplish now that Haruhi was finally leaving Japan to go and study abroad? Perhaps tonight they will be gambling with more than just money.
(I am in love with this idea. Truly, madly, and deeply. Think about it, if your past the drinking age, and you have all of the members of the host club together where miracles and corruption are supplied in the form of a martini glass and a pair of dice, what could I possibly do to make it any better? Oh, plenty.)
Ah, the internet. Kyoya was a mastermind at navigating through firewalls, viruses, and any kind of security system he pleased. Haruhi was technologically impaired, aside from the modem she kept in her room to use as she wished. During the daylight hours, they both kept to themselves and went along with their own business in the Host Club, as usual and as was expected from them. Both of them. However, by night, the person cast aglow from the computer screen didn't have their masks on, and had no idea who was on the other end of their peculiar screen names.
Would their false identities ever be shed in the light of day, or would those feelings be left in the dark and to remain behind closed doors?
(Shut up. No one can resist opening up to someone they think they will never meet and never know, or rather, don't know. Hell, it's easier that way. So, who is Kyoya behind all of that calm exterior, and is Haruhi really as sweet and innocent as we give her credit for?)
A toute a l'heure.