Disclaimer: Ahahaha … I forgot to add it in last time … I DO NOT OWN OURAN.
Teddy Bear
It simply sat there, seemingly forgotten, weighing down a scented note my master had rewritten over and over, countless of times.
Master's precious kuma-chan had been left behind.
Brown and fluffy, it stared down at me and I could see that it was weighing down something that was soaked, drenched in, and the very essence, of my master's sorrow.
A small, flimsy and perfumed note.
That note no doubt, was for his friends at Ouran High School, each with a little paragraph addressing each member.
Jumping onto my master's armchair I peered down at the note and saw master's elegant handwriting covering every inch of the piece of that piece of paper, saturated in sorrow.
And on the corner, so faint, and so small that it would have slipped through even Kyouya Ootori's scrutinizing eyes, was the mark left behind by a single teardrop – my master's teardrop.
And I also see, even with kuma-chan blocking some of my view, that the longest paragraph had been written under one sub-heading.
Haruhi
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Aha. This one was super short too. And there is a third bit. Now that I think of it, Tamaki wouldn't have used just a suitcase. No way would such a small object be able to hold his entire collection of commoner's merchandise and giant wardrobe of designer brand clothes. Blah. Anyways, please keep reading and review!