Tokara

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki chuckled at her teasing. Ky really was honest. It was refreshing, for a change. He loved being fawned over - in fact, he encouraged it. It didn't mean that he wasn't aware of what it looked like, and what it really was. Although he thrived on attention, sometimes it was a little tiring. Someone like Ky, someone who just saw and said it for what it was... Now, that was something unusual in his world.

"Hopefully, I will," he replied, waggling his eyebrows in a slightly cheeky manner. "The last dance is the one that everyone actually remembers, of course. The rest... they are just a blur. But I remember every one," he sighed, flicking his fringe with one hand dramatically. He turned to look at her again, a princely expression set in place - regal, romantic. "I cannot think of any guest of mine who wanted to dance, who hasn't danced tonight. And yet, only one stands out from the rest..."

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Mimori blinked at Hikaru's input. That was a little bit... harsh. Like it couldn't be good for the reason that she was a good dancer? She was a slightly tempted to say something but - this was Kaoru's brother. Besides, she was here to learn how to get along more with boys, not argue with them. She shook his head at her question. She hadn't quite organised anything like that yet. To be honest, there was a little bit of disappointment in her heart. She would have loved to dance with Kaoru again.

"No, I haven't. Maybe- are any of the Hosts free for the last dance?" Realising that was probably a, 'no,' she gave her head a small shake again. "If not, it doesn't matter. I'll just watch you guys. It's almost as good, anyway."

Fates of Fighters

Once Amelie had cut all around the pant leg, she started unlacing his boot. She slid it off his foot, then yanked down the severed leg of his trousers. The wound that came into view was extremely nasty, and her head jerked back slightly. Good lord. Bone coming through the skin... It must have been agony for him. Her brown eyes went to his face, feeling sympathy for the downed pilot. But should she really be feeling sympathy for the enemy? All of these thoughts were running through her mind - but she couldn't just leave him to die... Besides, he had no weapons or anything and he couldn't exactly run anywhere. For now, it would be fine to have him here. For now, it would be safe.

The brunette picked out the tweezers, poring over his wound. There was no way that those splinters of bone could be put back into a whole one. She laid the tools down, then proceeded to swipe alcohol all over the area. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she whispered in German, knowing the awful sting that came with it. It had to be all the worse for that exposed flesh. Mopping up some of the blood so that she could see what she was doing, Amelie set aside the dirty. Then she picked up her tweezers, and started to take out each tiny bone. It was a long process, and she murmured apologies to him the entire way.

Once that was done, there was not much more that she could do. She was not a doctor, nor a surgeon. She didn't have fancy equipment or supplies. This was the best that he was going to get, and hopefully it would work. It was lucky that she'd been taught how to sew, she thought, as she threaded a needle and began carefully stitching up his leg. They were neat enough, although not the work of a professional. At least he wouldn't have a truly terrible scar. Then, taking a splint that she'd picked up outside, she tied it to his leg and then bandaged it very tightly.

Amelie was sweating by the time she was finished, both from exertion and stress. That had been nerve wracking. Collapsing onto her backside, she let out a soft puff. "I'm sorry. It's over," she said again in German.

Shine City II: The Next Season

Copen shrugged. "Not at all," he said good-naturedly, tilting his head slightly at her. It was a small restaurant, after all. He couldn't just expect everyone to know it, especially when he himself hadn't sampled every menu in Shine City. At her suggestion, his bright eyes widened slightly - before he nodded excitedly. "Of course! I work tomorrow, yeah." It would be a little weird, serving a girl that he'd set his sights on. At the least, it was an excuse to spend more time with her.

Her voice was extremely smooth, he noted. And her accent very light. Interesting. He was about to ask her what she did, when she threw in an excuse about tonight, and proceeded to quickly scrawl her number down on a serviette. Something about a personal and... There was something slightly funny about Mitty. He took her number with a quick, 'Thank you,' before noticing her gaze. Tracking it across, Copen found her to be staring at a little girl. Huh. Alright then.

"I look forward to seeing you," the Dane said honestly, taking up his cup again and finishing his coffee. Mmm. That was some good caffeine. What with her poor excuse for tonight though, he couldn't help wondering - was he to be a fling while she was away from her lover? In any case - he flicked his eyes down and up Mitty - he decided he didn't really care.

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki was thrilled to hear her affirmation. So long as his guest was happy, he was happy. In some ways, he was a rather selfless person. He leaned against the wall, giving his head a small shake at her question. It seemed that she was an introvert, if she couldn't take a lot of people for a long time. Meanwhile, he was just about the definition of an extrovert.

"Nah. I'm just a little tired," he admitted, patting his forehead again with his handkerchief. Blowing up his cheeks, he then let the air whistle through his teeth. Phew. "Dancing is hard work, y'know?" The blond laughed at himself, straightening his posture. "But I'll be going back in for the last dance, and then it'll be over until the next one. I'm not sure who I'll be taking for my last dance..." His violet-blue eyes slid sideways at her, a small smile tilting the corners of his mouth.

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There was a small thrill in Mimori's chest as she heard the voice she'd been secretly waiting for. Twirling around, she was admittedly quite pleased to see Kaoru - but still with Hikaru, who looked a little unsure. She hoped she wasn't getting on his nerves too much. Anyway. She pulled her hair through her fingers slightly nervously, nodding with a smile.

"A couple of boys asked me," she admitted. "I've enjoyed it so much, although the best dance was the first with you." It took a second for her to realize what she'd admitted, and she cleared her throat, blushing a little. She was already a bit flushed from all the dancing. "You two seem to really enjoy dancing with eachother."

Fates of Fighters

Amelie kneeled down by his side, watching his face for any signs of consciousness. His face twitched, as did his arms - clearly, he was somewhere far away in his head. She didn't want to know where. His leg was what drew her attention. Leaning forward, she gently tore the fabric around the wound to get a look. A broken leg, that was for sure. And very nasty too. Bile rose in her throat at the sight of bone. She'd seen something similar to this, once before. A calf had broken its leg while playing in the pasture. They'd tried to fix it, but it broke again after it healed. Infection had set in the second time. But she knew how to set a leg, and perhaps she could help him.

"Wait here," she said needlessly in French. Then, after a moment, in German, "To stay here."

Hurrying back to Pierre, she swung up onto him and set off at a canter away from the farmhouse. She rode all the way back to her home. Her grandparents were luckily tending to their vegetable patch around the back of the house. She called a greeting to them and said that she was going to have lunch somewhere on the property. The brunette went inside to take a flask, a small chunk of bread and their medical kit, and placed the money from the market on the counter. Then she quietly trotted Pierre out of the yard again and cantered back toward the farmhouse.

Amelie hoped that she had the ability to help him. If she didn't, then he could die in any number of horrible ways. Murmuring a quiet Catholic prayer to herself, she knelt by his side again. "'Allo?" she tried again, opening the medical kit. That pant leg would have to come off first. Her cheeks were coloured a light pink as she brought out the scissors and leaned forward to start cutting it.

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki, meanwhile, had danced the night away with many a girl on his arm. There had been waltzes, as well as faster dances and one particularly sensuous samba. It was quite appropriate that he'd made sure that every Host knew at least five different types of dances when they'd joined. One could not be a gentleman by skipping a dance with a lady!

However, all gentlemen were human and eventually he had to admit defeat and fatigue. He kissed the hand of the lady he'd just danced with, before turning away and into the crowds. He patted at his forehead with his handkerchief, cheeks reddened from exertion. The room was hot and crowded, and the blond was glad to step out into a cool hallway. Phew. Three more dances, and then the final dance. He'd rest until then. Maybe, if he could...

Oh. Speak of the devil. Tamaki grinned, raising a hand to wave at his first dance partner who was also taking a break in the hallway. "Hey!" he greeted her, stepping forward. "Having a good time?"

~~~

Mimori had made sure that she wasn't bored for the rest of the evening. She stood with one of her friends - the one who sometimes came with her to the Host Club. They chatted and laughed, sometimes looking out at the twins. To be honest, she felt a little twinge of jealousy when she saw Hikaru and Kaoru so close together. If she could be that close to Kaoru...

Then, a boy asked her to dance. She joined him. Another after that, and another. She enjoyed herself, thinking logically that she must find someone else that wasn't a Host, or attached to someone else. And although they were good dancers, something was missing from them. Eventually she came back to her friend, smiling but still not feeling quite the same as the first dance. The night was starting to draw to a close now. Soon they'd be heading home.

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki rose, just smiling at her as she walked away. After all of that fuss she'd made, Ky had still enjoyed it in the end. And he was very glad. However, he could not dwell on her for too long; there were many guests awaiting him. He couldn't be so rude as to ignore them.

The blond proceeded to take another guest on his arm, but couldn't help glancing at Ky one last time before the next dance.

~~~

Mimori dipped her head, red-faced from a mixture of excitement and embarrassment from being so close to the boy she now knew was her crush. It wasn't good, she knew it. Kaoru was a Host and close to his twin and... Her heart was going to suffer for it. She knew that.

She curtsied back to him, stepping to the side as well. Hikaru was here already. That had been quick. He certainly hadn't taken the samw time that Kaoru had with her. She smiled to them, before turning back toward the crowd. "Have fun," she said. There were a good couple of girls looking at the two excitedly.

((you can kind of fast-forward if you want, to a bit later :)))

Fates of Fighters

Amelie stood there for a couple of seconds, chin raised slightly as if she was brave. As if she was ready to face her fate. It was better to die with pride than cowering pitifully. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, and then noticed how he was putting his gun down. He wasn't going to shoot her? She allowed herself to breathe again, leaning heavily against Pierre's thick neck. As he spoke, she still watched him, concentrating hard to try to discern what he was saying. Scared, not wanting to die, a hurt leg and shoulder...

Amelie noticed the strange angle of his leg as he tried to move it, and then- oh. He'd fainted. Standing there, gusts of wind ruffling her loose pants and Pierre's mane, she stared down at his figure for a moment. He was an enemy German - what was she supposed to do with him? If she took him to anybody, they'd kill him. If she left him here, he'd die from his injuries. It was a risky idea, but if she took him somewhere on the farm - perhaps the old farmhouse - she could then figure out what to do next. After all, one of her cousins had been blond and around her age. What if it had happened to be him?

The French girl took a few hesitant steps forward with Pierre, hands tight around his reins. Bending down, she decided the first thing to do was to get rid of that gun. She was shy about touching a stranger, but eventually took the weapon and skittered it a couple of metres away. Phew. Amelie proceeded to take his pack off, then pulled his arm around her shoulders. She was a little stronger than most girls, due to her upbringing on the farm, but he was still heavy for her. Pierre swished his tail as she hoisted the German over his back carefully. She swung up behind him and took up the reins.

Amelie set off toward home once more, this time at a walk. It took them about fifteen minutes to reach the farmhouse on the edge of the property. It wasn't used anymore, as they produced much less than what the farm used to. She walked Pierre inside and then gathered some of the old sacks. A couple of mice squeaked and skittered about and spiders looked down from the ceiling, but it was dry at least. She slid the German off her horse and then onto the sacks. Peering down at him, she wondered where to even start.

Fates of Fighters

Amelie flinched back as the man pointed a gun, a soft scream escaping her. She froze like that for a couple of moments, eyes squeezed shut. She was quite sure that he was going to shoot her. This was the end. But then, she heard him speaking, a tongue that she vaguely knew. German. He was a German soldier, and she'd walked right up to him.Opening her brown eyes, she understood his instructions with the movements - they helped a lot.
What if- what if he was one of her cousins? There had been one around her age.

Amelie was shaking as she slid off Pierre, who was unsettled and snorting. Tears of terror filled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She stood next to his head, one hand tangled in his mane. His size next to her was comforting. "Please... Please no kill me," she pleaded in her broken German. Her voice cracked and broke with fright. She was absolutely terrified. The media had warned them how bloodthirsty and cruel the Nazis were, and now she was facing down the barrel of a gun. She met his cold gaze with her own, trembling as she stared at what could be her death.
Hopefully it would be quick, at least. That would be better than torture or... rape.

((apologies if this is short/badly written! on camp, having to post from mobile :)))

Welcome to the Host Club!

Tamaki lifted his shoulders up and down in a relaxed shrug. "I don't really mind, so long as they're happy," he smiled, raising his arm to twirl her before stepping in close again, his hand coming to her waist once more. "But I'll probably take a break halfway through." After all, he had to stay fresh for the final dance!

The dance lasted for a minute longer, before the orchestra slowed the music and cut it off. There was polite applause around the room, for both the orchestra and the dancers. Tamaki bowed to Ky, looking up at her with bright eyes. "I hope that you enjoyed dancing with me, my lady."

~~~

Mimori noticed once or twice, how Kaoru slipped away. It was the way in which his eyes sometimes looked over her head instead of at her. She knew that he was worrying about Hikaru; they usually stayed together all the time. And this was a partner dance, and Hikaru wasn't with him... Was that some annoyance radiating off some of the girls, that she was separating them for this dance? Kaoru and Hikaru were people - they didn't exist solely to fulfil the strange desires of some girls.

When the music came to a stop, she was looking back up at Kaoru again with a smile. That had been amazing, and her heart was pounding in her chest. "Thank you," she said, sliding her hand off his shoulder and taking back her other. "That was... It was amazing."

((I go on camp today, so if I post at all, it will be short :p))