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LITTLE TIME'S

Opportunity Doesn't Come Twice



        Your good time never comes back better 'cause opportunity doesn't come twice. Don't do it if you not sure what are you doing and you know opportunity doesn't come twice. Two times that come same is always happen but if you look more it's different things. You do, I do your odds better and my old have a better too. Yes! do your best in you time! Thank's I even seeing you reader...

LITTLE YOUR'S

If you needed love, you will find love...
If you need someone who will make you smile, you will find it...
If you need someone beside you to guide, you you will find it...
If you want something, you will always find it...
If you want to reset your life but you can't, of course you'll always find someone to help you...
If you down to earth, you'll always needed someone to help you there...
If you're tired and you want to give up, don't you remember about your struggle?
If you turn off and back to down and don't give a purpose, you would go around to find your self out...
If you go out and fear, just say "be carefully beebean you will safety" it just makes you confidence on your ways...
If the snow is very cold, why you doing like a snow to me? or If the fire is very hot, why you doing like a fire for kill me?

Little your's can tell "why the words always be a question?"

The Girl with the Green Scarf {Kaoru ficlet}

Created by Kaeghlighn

Set post-manga, pre-A Brief Case of Mistaken Identity. The Host Club is in Boston and Kaoru and Hikaru have decided to take different classes this quarter in order to further their independence.

        The first day of class always seemed to be a bit nerve-wracking right up until entering the room. At least, that’s the way that Lizzy felt. She spent a few hours before heading to class in her dorm room, feeling mildly queasy and repeatedly changing her clothes. The class was Fashion Design, so she felt that the stress was somewhat warranted. It would be embarrassing if she showed up to the class and didn’t look, well, fashionable. She may have actually tried on everything in her closet before finally settling on a pair of light gray skinny jeans that were actually fairly loose on her and didn’t look like they were painted on, two studded belts (one to hold up the pants and the other to hang loosely over one hip), a black camisole underneath a white deep v-neck t-shirt with a large black sketched flower on it, and her favorite pair of shoes (a trusty pair of black Converse high-tops). As she stood in front of her full-length mirror she decided that she was a little bit too monochrome.

     So Lizzy pursed her lips and cast her eyes around the room that she had to herself. And then her eyes landed on it. It was perfect.

     All in all she decided that she looked pretty good. Now for her makeup and hair. Eventually, after trying about twenty different combinations of both she settled on letting her hair just be itself, down and curly and barely brushing her shoulders, and wearing just a bit of mascara on her upper eyelashes. She preferred looking fairly natural anyway, she rationalized.

    Kaoru had been in the classroom for nearly twenty minutes now, deciding that being very early would be infinitely better than being late. But now he was bored, sitting at one of the tables in the Fashion Design classroom by himself. All of the tables were meant for measuring and cutting fabric and each had at least four stools around it. There were other students in the room, but none of them were paying him much attention, if any. He was also pretty sure that he was the only male in the room. The only one who was blatantly male in the room, he guessed. There was one person in the room that he really wasn’t sure about. They really were androgynous, and that coat was not helping.

     Either way, it felt weird to not have girls flocking around him. Maybe if Hikaru was with him… No. Kaoru shook his head. They had decided to take different classes this quarter to become more independent from each other. Going to this school was the best opportunity to do so since no one but the rest of the Host Club knew about them or was even aware that they were twins or had siblings. Everything was new and different. It was even strange to not hear a lick of Japanese in the room. In the entire school, either. Everyone spoke English (or Spanish, or Ukrainian, or Russian, and he could have sworn he heard some German the other day).

Kaoru… felt out of place.

     And then she stepped into the room. There were only a few minutes left until class was supposed to start when the door opened and in walked a girl wearing a green scarf around her neck. She looked nervous, clutching the strap on her messenger bag the way that she was. But his eyes were drawn to the scarf that she was wearing. The green of the scarf wasn’t too light or too dark, not even too bright and not in the least bit dull, either. It was made out of a fluttery fabric that looked like it probably wouldn’t keep someone warm but managed to despite its looks. It was a perfect shade of green – a sort of foresty-emerald green. In short, Kaoru loved this girl’s scarf.

    When Lizzy stepped into the room she didn’t know what she was expecting, but she was definitely not expecting to be stared at by a very, very attractive Asian young man immediately upon entering the room. Once she got over the fact that he was staring at her she was confused as to why such a cute guy was sitting alone. She frowned as she observed the room. She felt a whole lot less nervous now and instead felt rather purposeful. All of the other tables had at least three students at them, chumming it up and chatting. But this boy, this guy was sitting by himself. Perhaps the other students were intimidated by his good looks? Or perhaps – and she had just noticed this – the fact that his clothes were impeccably fashionable. It was easy to tell that he either just had an eye for fashion or he had grown up around it.

   In either case Lizzy decided to sit at his table with him. She chose the seat adjacent to him, to his right. She placed her messenger bag on the table in front of the spot she chose, and, in a very businesslike manner, stuck her hand out for the boy to shake. “Hi. I’m Elizabeth. Call me Lizzy.”

   Kaoru eyed Lizzy’s hand before shaking it. “My name is Kaoru.” He felt that he let his hand linger too long with Lizzy’s before he quickly took it back.

   The girl smiled. Kaoru had an accent that she didn’t recognize as native to the United States. “You’re not from here,” she observed with a short laugh.

“I am not,” he agreed.

“You are also very stiff,” Lizzy commented. “Loosen up, dude.” She leaned forward on the table, crossing her arms on top of it. “Where’re ya from?”

Kaoru wasn’t sure how to feel about this girl and her straightforwardness. But she was being nice to him and actually talking to him, so it was a bit relieving, really. “Japan. I came here from Japan.”

“Really? I mean – oh, duh!” She hit her forehead with her palm. “I should’ve recognized that just by your name. Gosh, I’m a dummy. I really should’ve realized that you’re from Japan since I’m kinda into anime and manga. Some of the characters are named Kaoru. Did I pronounce that right? I really don’t wanna mispronounce your name. I would feel awful if I did!”

“It is fine, Lizzy.” Kaoru had some trouble with those Zs and Ls and he was hesitant to use the nickname that she told him to call her by since it seemed all too personal. But he had to remember that America was different from Japan. Intimacy was indicated in different ways than he was used to.

Lizzy had trouble not smiling. It was cute. His speech was all formal and he had pretty much called her “Riji”. She was about to advise him that Ls were the most easily pronounced when the tip of the tongue touches the roof of the mouth when a woman burst into the room and started talking very loudly and in such a manner as to inform the students that she was, in fact, their teacher and they had better damn well pay attention to what she had to say because it could be crucial.

“Alright, class, I hope you like the people you’re sharing a table with because they are now your team for any and all group projects for the quarter!” the woman announced. Lizzy and Kaoru looked at each other – Kaoru seemed unsure but Lizzy gave him a bright grin – as their instructor went on to talk about her expectations for the class and what the class could expect from her, et cetera, et cetera.

At the end of class Lizzy decided to leave the room with Kaoru. Just because. “I know we’ve just met, but, uh, eat lunch with me?” Lizzy asked. “I don’t know anyone here yet, and you seem like a pretty cool guy.”

Kaoru blinked in surprise. “Ahhh, yes. Okay. Lunch.” There it was again - just faintly, Ls into Rs. “Ah, where would you like to go to eat?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about getting lunch in the caf.”

“’Caf?’”

“Short for ‘cafeteria.’”

“Oh. That seems like a good idea.”

Lizzy let out a light laugh. “Y’know, I can totally help you with your English a bit. I mean, I’m not the best but it is my first language so I can help with pronunciation and colloquialisms and stuff. Grammar isn’t my strong suit, though.”

Kaoru wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not, but the smile she had on her face was so sincere that he took it that she really was trying to be helpful. “Ah, thank you, Lizzy. I think that speaking with you will be very helpful by itself. But I will be sure to ask you if there are phrases whose meaning I am not sure of.”

Lizzy laughed again. “Man, you are so formal! Be prepared for a lot of conversations with me.” She gave Kaoru a mock serious look. “Be prepared.”

Kaoru couldn’t help but feel marginally worried. But, as it turned out, he needn’t have been worried at all. Lizzy just seemed to ramble until she realized that she was talking too much and then would ask him a question, which he would answer to the best of his ability. Finally, though, after they were done eating and were now wandering out of the cafeteria Lizzy seemed to have very little to say.

“Hey, so I have another class in a half an hour, so I should probably get going,” Lizzy told him, trying to excuse herself without being too awkward.

Kaoru nodded. “What is your next class?” He was mildly curious. He kind of liked this girl. She seemed like she could be a pretty good friend. It would definitely be a good thing to be friends with someone who wasn’t in the Host Club.

“Character Design, actually. I’m really arts-oriented.”

Kaoru felt like a bobble-head when he nodded again. “Really? That is interesting.”

“Haha, thanks, um, so I’ll see in class, then, Kaoru.” Lizzy began walking away. A breeze blew by, picking up her green scarf, causing it to flutter about her person. And then Kaoru remembered what he had wanted to tell her.

“Ah, Lizzy! I, ah, I like your scarf. It is very…fashionable.” Kaoru smiled as Lizzy turned back to him with a light blush and a smile.

“Thanks. I’ll see you later!”

me and my fam at Jurong Bird Park,Singapore