Red Roses and Purple Ribbons
An Ouran High School Host Club Fan fiction by SimpleInuPotter
I do not own Ouran or any of the characters
I honor of Auntie Little's mom. Get Well Soon, please.
Haruhi Fujioka walked down one of the many winding halls of Ouran Private Academy. She stared at the signs above each door, her vision was hazed, her mouth dry, and her palms clenched and unclenched anxiously at her sides. Today she had to tell them, it would most likely be the last thing she said to them for a long time. A very long time. The doctors said she had one final day to be with society, and about four more months until- Well, she didn't really want to talk about it. But Haruhi had to tell the Host Club, or they would follow her, never leave her alone. Until they found out about it the hard way.
Haruhi opened the door to Music Room #3. She felt the familiar warm breeze grope at her hair and entered. She was actually early for once, just as planned. She had been with the Host Club for about six months now, long enough. She hoped they would understand. And hoped that Kyoya wouldn't be so cruel as to force her to make her keep working.
Sorry this was so short, but I didn't want to give to much away.
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