Sooooo, I'm terribly sorry that this is so short, but it's not like one has much to go on with Mori. Sheesh. Why couldn't he have like a few more lines. It would make things easier. *sigh* I hope you enjoy this terribly short chapter.
Today is the beginning of mine and Mitsukuni's last Ouran Fair. While Tamaki can be very over the top, I will miss the enjoyment of attending the fair as a member of the Host Club. I'm sure that Mitsukuni will as well. That club has become a large part of both of our lives, and we will miss it. Maybe when he's not acting as a host, and using his Boy Lolita type now that he will have graduated from high school, Mitsukuni will be more mature more often.
Time is running out. That is certain. After all, I already know that the other's will see the fair as their deadline as well. Meaning I have until the end to let Haruhi know how I feel. I know for a fact that she doesn't feel the same, but I wish for her to know all the same. I may not be a man of very many words, but there are three that I know I will have to use. No matter what, I have to do this. I need to.
Mitsukuni is a very bright young man. He knows as well as I do that the entirety of the Host Club loves her. I wouldn't put it past him to be planning something so as to be certain that Haruhi knows how I feel. He tends to try and look out for me, though that is, traditionally, supposed to be my duty.
I am worried about the events of the Ouran Fair. I have a bad premonition that something is going to happen, and that some choices are going to be made. I will protect our club, just as I will always protect Mitsukuni.
Again I am very sorry about how short this is. But it says everything I wanted it to say, soooo oh well.
