The Angel's Song...[open]

[Maria Kawai]

The song to the lyrics in this thread

An Angel whispered softly in my ear…

Why did such troublesome clubs such as the Host Club have to exist in this school? Maria couldn’t understand its purposes at all, though then again men were pretty idiotic when it came to these types of things. Her feet pulled her forward slowly as she looked in search of a place to practice; of course the damned music room was filled with pesky girls who couldn’t wait to get their hands on Tamaki. A sigh escaped her lips just the thought of them all over that baka. What was so great about him? From her point of view there was nothing great about Tamaki at all. That’s what made her completely different from everyone; unlike the females that she is forced to attend classes with, Maria doesn’t swoon over people like the Host Club for example.

“If I can’t use the music room, then I’m going to have to use the art room.” A silent prayer hoped that the room was empty. Though something in the back of her mind was telling her otherwise; a whisper echoed through the halls gently about her. She was the beautiful girl who no one could get close to or more like she was the Devil Lady who loved to feast on the weak-minded. Maria turned her head slowly gazing deeply into the eyes of a young man who had been staring at her for quite some time. “You think any girl would want to date a guy who is only out there for one thing?” The expression was unchanged; she remained neutral while he flinched at her words. “You’re nothing, but a flirt which will never get you anywhere.”

Slowly the halls became empty and only a beautiful sound echoed from her lips now. Everyone would know that Maria was a singer, since that is what is expected from her. At first, she was unsure about the whole singing thing, but to surpass her own father would be a deep honor. Others found it unusual to find a woman who is a dangerous beauty, but has a voice of a thousand angels that people cannot help but be attracted to it.

“We are the lucky ones,
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together…”

She sung with great passion, but only a delicate voice as it echoed through the halls. Face was calm, though the purity never showed up. Maria was like an angel at the moment, but she was most likely to become the angel of death.

“I'll keep you company,
in one glorious harmony,
Waltzing with destiny forever.

Dance me into the night,
Underneath the moon shining so bright,
Turning me into the light.

Time dances whirling past,
I gaze through the looking glass,
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven…”

The voice had heightened to a great length that no amateur could pull off. Father always told her that a song was only as beautiful as its singer. The saying didn’t mean that only beautiful people could sing (since that is an awful lie), but if the one who sung it felt the beauty then he/she were able to project it. Did Maria feel the beauty that was hidden between the verses? Yes, she did…greatly.

“Sacred geometry,
where movement is poetry,
Visions of you and me forever.

Dance me into the night,
underneath the moon shining so bright,
Turning me into the light.

Dance me into the night,
Underneath the moon shining so bright,
Let the dark waltz begin,
Oh let me wheel - let me spin,
Let it take me again,
Turning me into the light.”

At the last words she had finally reached the doors just pushing them open not knowing what to find. If someone was there, did they hear the angel who just sung another wonderful song? Hopefully they didn’t, it would be bad on her part. Papa told her not to waste her voice on such boredom knowing that there was better use for it somewhere else.

silent words of death…

[Oshi-tari Seishiro]

The Knight in Black Armour

Oshi-tari was alone in the art room where the Ouran Knights usually congregated for club activities, merely standing at the window looking down at the students that were out and about in the courtyards, his deep indigo eyes piercing like a hawk. Although he enjoyed the Ouran Knights, he clearly preferred to be left alone to his own devices. It was bothersome having to interact with people somtimes. Especially the girls that fawned over him, practically swooning at his mere glance in their general direction. He didn't understand it. However, it was amusing to watch. And he greatly desired to reap his vengeance on that...that...Fujioka Haruhi of the Host Club! Therefore, he became a Knight, particularly the Knight in Black Armour.

He didn't really think anyone would come into the room when he decided to observe from the windows there, thinking he would have privacy while the others did who knows. Possibly organizing some event for their clients to indulge in. But when he heard the door creak open, he figured it was some girl searching for the Knights. "I'm afraid if you're looking for Nerozumi or Itsunawa, they are not here." he said in his nonchalant way. He was rather bored of swooning girls for the day. Therefore, he didn't bother to turn around to look at who it might be. As if he would know them anyways, he was actually pretty bad at remembering the names and faces of girls who were not his own clients.

[Maria Kawai]

I may look like an angel…

So there was someone else in the art room, but they didn’t hear the singing from the angel; that was good. Maria shifted her body so that she was able to close the door behind her; it was nice, those blooded Knight Members seemed to be elsewhere at the moment. That meant there were no pesky little girls to get on her nerves about how wonderfully handsome Nerozumi was. She didn’t really see it, the reason why the girls like to swoon over guys like him, it was annoying. Maria noticed that the boy thought she was looking for one of the members. A slight glare appeared in her dark brown eyes, she found it to be an insult because what would she want to do with any of them? She hated the idea of having host clubs in the school.

“Do not compare me with those idiotic girls who faint from a simple glance by one of those blooded host members.” Her words were like sharp needles as she took a seat in one of the chairs, she needed to rest her voice for the upcoming concert that was only weeks away. Hardly could she wait for the moment that she could finally show Japan the remarkable voice that Maria Kawai had to offer. She looked up at the boy once again; death only spoke from her glance. It was obvious that she didn’t like him already and it more likely that he didn’t like her either.

Somehow she had a feeling that he too was a Knight; perfect, just what she needed to. If only this baka wasn’t in the room then it would have been perfect for her to practice. Unfortunately there was no way that this one was going to leave, after all he was here first. "If only those bloody Host Club people weren't in the music room then I wouldn't have troubled myself into coming to this one...which was pointless." She seemed to be talking to herself, but in a loud and arrogant matter. Maria was extremely annoyed by the fact, she needed practice and there was no where in this whole school for her to do so.

The female got up on her feet as she crossed her footsteps toward the window hiding well the curiosity of what could Oshi-tari be looking at. Maria's eyes never seemed to be calm at all, her appearance was always the same. She was mean and cold hearted; the perfect attitude for a devil.

but I speak with the devil's tongue...

[Oshi-tari Seishiro]

The Knight in Black Armour

The response he had grown accustomed to and expected now after the time he had spent in the Ouran Knights was the girl to whine and relatively throw a fit if he didn't tell the exact location of one of the Knights they were seeking. It was all really monotonous. However this girl, her response was entirely unexpected and rather rude for a person who was addressing a complete stranger. This is not to say that it had any effect on Oshi-tari. No, he was unphased as usual, merely observing her tone. He made no move to turn and greet her or even look to see who said such things with venomous contempt. In his mind, she was just the other type of girl that loathed handsome gentlemen such as Tamaki and Nerozumi for no reason in particular except that possibly deep inside they themselves are either jealous of the attention lavished upon them by other girls and wish to have them for themselves, or are deeply hurt, insecure, and hate everyone for the misfortunate of their soul. Yes, this was Oshi-tari's summation after only a few moments having heard the way she spoke.

"Idiots..." he said quietly to himself mostly as he looked down below at the students. They appeared as ants to him, scurrying about their mundane business. Or was that just how he saw everyone else outside of himself? Upon hearing her second rudely loud statement and small footsteps coming closer in his direction, he folded his arms across his chest and gave a yawn in boredom. Was she going to whine the entire time she remained in here? She was clearly uninterested in the Ouran Knights. Why remain his prescence in his own club room bothered her? "Beyond arrogant, uncouth, conceited, pessimistic, a complainer, self-deluded...Did I miss anything?" he said rather calmly and plainly, showing neither annoyance or amusement towards her. It was not in his nature to sugar-coat anything if it wasn't necessary to achieve his goal. Since it wasn't, he was ruthlessly blunt with this particular ant, still making no motion to look at her.

[Maria Kawai]

The Angel of Music…

There was nothing about this boy’s words that caused her to jump backwards into a raging fit. The words did not affect her at all, the women of the have called her far beyond more names than there was to picture. Clearing her voice softly a low hum escaped; her mini orchestra. Running her fingers gently over the art work, Maria showed no interest, but was quite intrigued by how well it all had come out. Was it possible that in this whole school filled with idiots there was actually some form of talent to be shown? Somehow she felt like she doubted the fact. How on earth could there be any talent like this now? These paintings and sculptors could only be done by the most skilled and talented…like Andrew Wyeth. “Self-centered, witch, devil child, bigheaded, thief, liar…” The words were a dead whisper not making any move to looking toward him again.

She didn’t need attention at all; she liked to be the one who was ignored for once instead of being watched constantly by the eyes of those she hates. Her darken eyes closed as she came to a sudden stop, there was no reason for her not practice right? The only one in the bloody room was this boy which was possibly ten times better than Nerozumi or any other member that she found to be over the top (though she does find Tamaki to be way worst). Maria sucked in a few breathes of air into her lungs as a sweet delicate voice escaped into the area.

“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me...
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind, but now I see…

T'was Grace that taught...
My heart to fear
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear...
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares...
We have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
And Grace will lead us home…”

Being in mostly catholic schools her whole life, Maria only knew many hymns and barely any of the other songs. It wasn’t necessarily her fault in particular, though each time she did type to listen to music that was outside of her father’s interest; she too found it to be extremely boring and pointless. Unlike the normal classical music that she was so use to already, any other type had no feel or meaning behind it. It had no beauty at all to it, not like the hymns that she sang. Maria wasn’t a Christian in particular nor did she believe in there being a God, but no matter how blunt or sharp she was when it came to the tearing down of others; she didn’t accuse of someone being wrong about their faith. That was and probably is the only good point about Miss Maria Kawai.

“The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
As long as life endures…

When we've been here a thousand years...
Bright shining as the sun…
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
Than when we've first begun…”

The nun who gave her the cross as a farewell gift told her that she corrupted other people. Somehow she wanted to prove that woman wrong, but how? The moment she had stepped foot into the building she could feel the hate embedding from their eyes. Without much of a notice, Maria had already walked across the room in a far distance from the boy at this time. The young female had become oblivious of what she was doing and where she was at the time. It didn’t matter, the time to break the silence and sing was now; there was no stopping the angel of music once she has begun.

“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me...
I once was lost but now am found
was blind, but now I see…”

All was silent by this time; there was nothing left to escape from the girl’s mouth. The angel was gone and there was no longer the music that once echoed through the empty room. Maria let out a small sigh out of relief; she had finally let out everything that was bottled up inside of her, the need…wanting to let out a beautiful tender voice. Her eyes turned to the boy, what will he do? It wasn’t as though she cared much at all, but she was a bit curious in what would happen? Would he ask her to leave? Even though she was way too stubborn to listen to such ridiculous demands. Maria wondered what would have happened if she was there with another member of the Knights was also there. Possibly ask for an encore causing her to strain her voice. Shaking her head at the terrifying thought; Maria awaited for his respond.

Strikes Again

[Oshi-tari Seishiro]

The Knight in Black Armour

This time around Oshi-tari didn't expect any particular reaction to his description of her. Or rather, he didn't really care if she got upset or sad or was glad for that matter. He could hear her faintly whispering other words no doubt others had used to describe her, words that were lacked the finesse he used. Remaining silent, he placed an arm against the window he was looking out of and leaned against the glass lightly. Oshi-tari's ears began to pick up a very different sound now. It was this girl and she was singing. Singing beautifully actually, which was in such contrast with his previous assessment of her personality that it confused him for a moment, although not visibly.

Once she had finished, Oshi-tari closed his eyes a moment. He smirked to himself mostly. So the ant had a voice. Oshi-tari turned his head finally to look at her, scanning over her features with his piercing violet eyes with hawk like precision then rested them upon her own eyes. "Kawai Maria, I have heard of you before." he said, running his hand through his silky black hair before returning his gaze back to the insignificant ants below. "You're not like many of the girls here, but you're nothing new to this superficial world of the wealthy. A beauty with the voice of a Catholic angel and the demeanor of a viper. A modern age siren." Once more, all this was said without the slightly inflection towards amusement or annoyance. Just plain, nonchalant as if he could really care less whether she was paying any attention or would care about his words. And he really didn't. Oshi-tari just was not the kind of man who was interested in making girls like him or dislike him. His eyes were on a much bigger prize. Perhaps two...Either way, there was no time to play with little girls. This is what separated him from his fellow Knights and the Hosts.

"Do you have a specific reason for which you dislike men such as Nerozumi and those in the Host Club?" he asked plainly, seeing as she had not left the room yet. "I am bored and you've remained here despite your previous claim that you desired to be alone to practice. I supposed you desire conversation?" For someone who had wanted privacy and to be away from other people, she sure didn't opt to leave the room which was well within her range of options.