Author's notes: I wrote this randomly because I always wondered what was in Kyouya's notes. Please be nice, this is my first fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran, nor do I own the characters.
Kyouya's Notes
Why? Why must he transfix me so? Why must his every movement be so seductive? Why must I continue to think this way, even though I know that it is wrong to feel for him as I do?
I love him. That is the problem and the answer. I am drawn to him. He lingers in my mind, my head, and my heart. Things he toys with so easily. By now I know him. I know his every movement. But I know not what I want to know the most. His body. How warm would his pale creamy skin be against mine? How soft would his lips be? How bright would his eyes shine with love?
I yearn for him so. The need is ever present. I watch him, always watch him; he wonders I know what my notes hold. But if he knew what my notes really held, how would he feel then? Would he laugh at me, call me stupid? Would his glittering purple eyes narrow in disgust, horrified by my thoughts? Would he do as I dream and tell me he loves me? Or, would he do as I fear and shrug these thoughts off completely and walk away?
I worry about what would happen should he read these notes. I love him, but I can't face the reality of what could happen if he reads them. So I continue to write these notes and draw my pictures. I continue to dream of him and I continue to love him from afar, my beautiful love. My Tamaki...
THE END
Sorry, must have been drunk or on drugs when I wrote this. Forgive me?