Ouran- "Points Awarded"
I DON'T KNOW WTF I'M DOING OKAY?
Title: Points Awarded
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Mori
Word Count: 392
Warning/s: SUCKAGE. (Mostly in the realm of OOC and out-of-my-ass assumptions about everything, as I’ve only seen the first 13 eps of the anime. >>)
Summary: Mori is observant.
Dedication: uhm… Jen! Because she likes Ouran too I guess. Though I don’t know who her favorite is. Probably Haruhi. XD;; Also, JAB because you made me watch it, I guess. You bastard.
A/N: First Ouran fic, possibly last- just sussing out some charries and trying to expand my horizons beyond you know, Bleach, Bleach, Bleach. I probably fail. >> Mori is obviously my favorite character. Considering he’s as thug as Ouran gets. XD
As a swordsman, Morinozuka Takashi has been trained from a very early age to quickly zero in on and mentally cache the strengths and weaknesses of all the people he comes across.
The fastest way to score the hit and win the match is to know your opponent (or potential opponent) inside and out, after all.
As a person however, Mori is mostly inclined to simply note these weaknesses-a natural, if not always desired by-product of years of rigorous kendo lessons-- but never really exploit them, because he doesn’t foresee having to cross swords with most of the acquaintances he makes anytime in the future given his naturally pacifistic disposition as well as most sane people’s instinctive aversion to picking a fight with someone his size.
As such he just watches and makes vague, unprompted mental notes about the weaknesses he sees in the people he meets and doesn’t act on them in his own self-interest because he doesn’t have to and probably never will (he hopes).
For his whole life he’s watched Honey’s capricious temperament and short attention span-they’re like flashing signboards to him now-and upon meeting the twins, had instantly noted Hikaru’s barely-there over-protectiveness and Kaoru’s responding moments of here-and-gone-again resentment.
Watching in silence, he knows precisely where and how to strike should the need arise, a hit, a hit, a hit.
The match.
He watches Kyouya stalk silently behind Tamaki with a deceptive sort of overt-calm, observes the special way Tamaki’s muscles tense when Haruhi is unhappy, and most of all, notes that Haruhi’s jaw twitches whenever they mention-but fail to offer her-- Ootoro sashimi.
Upon reflection of the hierarchy of such things (Tamaki as Kyouya’s weakness, Haruhi as Tamaki’s, and ultimately, Ootoro as Haruhi’s), Morinozuka Takashi has discovered that raw, fatty tuna is quite possibly, Ouran Host Club’s definitive Achilles' heel.
He supposes there’s more dignity in that than Bintoro, at least.
And in a way, it’s reassuring too.
Because if it came right down to it, and one day he finds himself having to exploit the weaknesses of these people for whatever reason, he’s comforted by the knowledge that it would be plainly impossible for him to do as such even if he wanted to as he has absolutely no idea how he would even begin to use fatty tuna in a fight.
END
This hurt when I tried to reread it, so I stopped. Edits please?
Title: Points Awarded
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Mori
Word Count: 392
Warning/s: SUCKAGE. (Mostly in the realm of OOC and out-of-my-ass assumptions about everything, as I’ve only seen the first 13 eps of the anime. >>)
Summary: Mori is observant.
Dedication: uhm… Jen! Because she likes Ouran too I guess. Though I don’t know who her favorite is. Probably Haruhi. XD;; Also, JAB because you made me watch it, I guess. You bastard.
A/N: First Ouran fic, possibly last- just sussing out some charries and trying to expand my horizons beyond you know, Bleach, Bleach, Bleach. I probably fail. >> Mori is obviously my favorite character. Considering he’s as thug as Ouran gets. XD
As a swordsman, Morinozuka Takashi has been trained from a very early age to quickly zero in on and mentally cache the strengths and weaknesses of all the people he comes across.
The fastest way to score the hit and win the match is to know your opponent (or potential opponent) inside and out, after all.
As a person however, Mori is mostly inclined to simply note these weaknesses-a natural, if not always desired by-product of years of rigorous kendo lessons-- but never really exploit them, because he doesn’t foresee having to cross swords with most of the acquaintances he makes anytime in the future given his naturally pacifistic disposition as well as most sane people’s instinctive aversion to picking a fight with someone his size.
As such he just watches and makes vague, unprompted mental notes about the weaknesses he sees in the people he meets and doesn’t act on them in his own self-interest because he doesn’t have to and probably never will (he hopes).
For his whole life he’s watched Honey’s capricious temperament and short attention span-they’re like flashing signboards to him now-and upon meeting the twins, had instantly noted Hikaru’s barely-there over-protectiveness and Kaoru’s responding moments of here-and-gone-again resentment.
Watching in silence, he knows precisely where and how to strike should the need arise, a hit, a hit, a hit.
The match.
He watches Kyouya stalk silently behind Tamaki with a deceptive sort of overt-calm, observes the special way Tamaki’s muscles tense when Haruhi is unhappy, and most of all, notes that Haruhi’s jaw twitches whenever they mention-but fail to offer her-- Ootoro sashimi.
Upon reflection of the hierarchy of such things (Tamaki as Kyouya’s weakness, Haruhi as Tamaki’s, and ultimately, Ootoro as Haruhi’s), Morinozuka Takashi has discovered that raw, fatty tuna is quite possibly, Ouran Host Club’s definitive Achilles' heel.
He supposes there’s more dignity in that than Bintoro, at least.
And in a way, it’s reassuring too.
Because if it came right down to it, and one day he finds himself having to exploit the weaknesses of these people for whatever reason, he’s comforted by the knowledge that it would be plainly impossible for him to do as such even if he wanted to as he has absolutely no idea how he would even begin to use fatty tuna in a fight.
END
This hurt when I tried to reread it, so I stopped. Edits please?