Chapter Two, A Life from Kyouya's Point of View

ˆˇˆˇˆˇNobody had to tell you, that I'd never had agreed to this host club business, if my sister hadn't been so sure I'd never be in love with anyone but Tamaki Suou, she started fucking my brains out on a daily basis, to get me to be more personable, and interested in women, anyway, and it worked wonders, I'd have to say… ..
ˆˇˆˇˆˇNobody seems to know just how I treated those splendid guests of ours, and I can't believe you'd think I was such an asshole and horrid host as to stand around with a clip board making snide comments about what was going on every day?! No one would even start to care what I even started to want to say about Tamaki Suou's capriciousness, overall forein there within forewith and foretu on again,. .. ..
ˆˇˆˇˆˇLiken it or not to a bad case of poor judgment, but my priority level with figuring on how long it actually took for Tamaki Suou, our loving president and my apparent social counterpart and opposite to Renge's classist dispusionary mental associating tactics, so the idea idea that anyone would know or want to know, even, whether or not I liked to make love to females or males, even, would be a ridiculous notion, considering my insanely overt interest in the host club and the care of its guests, and my love for foreplay, thereonin and forthwith… ..
ˆˇˆˇˆˇMy life as you know it is a sham. You've never had to see, now where do I conduct myself? I actually have no idea how many of these chapters of my versions you've actually read, so far. This could be your eighth or tenth readthrough of these great many chapters, for all I know, but then again, perhaps you're of insufficient mental calibur to disassociate my voice from this character, and this chapter just fucks with your head faaar too much for you to really have anything to say about it afterwards, don't you think, pleasant mockingbirds?
ˆˇˆˇˆˇLook at it this way; my life as you know it never has to be anything less than what you think a real person in my situation could or would even want to be capable of. This is more than you'd ever needed to know about, honestly, and the last time you had to worry about my life, was the first time anything we never needed to know about, was mine, or yours, or my beloved Tamamki Suou's, and the rest of all my life you never needed to actually hear about, was nothing less than a bullshit interpretation squeezed of all its dearest fluids, because no one understood why the taller than Suou boy with dark hair and stylish glasses, could be a decent host to males and females alike, in an intelligent and sociable fashion?
ˆˇˆˇˆˇIt's not hard to see why I, in particular, would take offense to past references of my overall character, and let it be known from this chapter in on out, that I'd never have been so great a fool as to deprive myself of the love of a person like Tamaki Suou, and the master hacker that came to us to save the host club from an unstoppable host of wicked mockingbirds set on destroying out intent by bastardizing our methods and turning it into a debaucherous, shamble of existences… ..
ˆˇˆˇˆˇMy life as you've known it, doesn't have to end, because I know without a doubt, that we've all been able to preserve something of what we once were, or are, as the case tends to bridge both, without reason or trouble thereforrit, in all representations you'd ever thought to see of us. This is always the case with social misfits like Haruhi Fujioka's closest friends and family therein. We do what we love because we do as we please, so if ever you wanted to hear my voice again, then please, enjoy as many man ga chapters as you care to, or partake in the anime, to thrive on the voice actors' praise of reality and the musicians' beautiful addition to our poetic mantra of reality, love, sex and social foreplay, all on there and to on in without, again… ..
ˆˇˆˇˆˇMy life again so said for, was never anything you truly needed to know about, so why, I wonder, would you think I never or ever or cared to admit that I'd want to or know you or think you could know me or think that I was what you thought that I could be and all that you could be was what we once were once so said for the witches and said for the whores, cuz all that we are is what cute ones adored, so said for all I was once and all that I am, for I know what I said for, and see what I am… ..