Is it my fault? Kyouya says it's always my fault. Does he mean it? Is he just saying it to make me feel bad about something? I'll never know. Kyouya's always clever with his words, and I can never decipher them. He's always mysterious. Does he care or doesn't he? I can't tell. I'd like to hope that there's some room in his heart, not just for all the numbers and all of the statistics.
...There should be some room in there for me, too...
...what if there's no room for me...?
Forward to: One Word – Host Club Edition
I recently stumbled upon a website called "One Word". Every day, there is a word available from which any person utilizing the site has sixty seconds to write on. I've had a bit of a block as far as finishing "Crave" as well as some other things that I'm working on but haven't begun to post yet, and I think that doing this would be a fun activity to do. I am aware that there are a number of sites that are similar to this, and I'll be doing research into those as well.
In any case, the name of the chapter shall be the single word prompt that was given. This particular story is going to be from the Host Club! It will feature the following pairings: Kyouya/Tamaki, Hikaru/Kaoru, Honey/Mori, and maybe some bits from Haruhi. I hate this arrangement, honestly, even though I like the pairings. Why couldn't there be six of them so that I could throw them together evenly? I honestly went through at least ten minutes to come up with the above arrangement; I kept switching them around and changing my mind. I hate that one of them is going to be the odd person out, but I always write on some of the more standard pairings and I wanted to do something slightly different. I'm warning you of the pairings in advance, just in case there are some who are allergic to any of the ones listed above.
The good thing about Host Club, however, is that I don't necessarily have to write about the pairings; I can write how the characters feel for each other—and that makes it more versatile since they're all friends.
I hope that you enjoy the show of my pure, unadulterated writing…