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WHO; The Stalker, Nekozawa, Tabitha, Ellen, and anyone else
WHERE; In front of Music Room
WHEN; Day 10
WHAT; The D-Day. Time to face the truth once and for

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Help? Help? She nearly disemboweled the girl, in her aura of black rage and despair, and if it weren’t for the positively sweet and innocent bishoujo character that reminded her of Himawari-chan from XXXHolic, she might have actually committed a crime right there and then on Ouran Grounds. And what a scandal that would’ve been!

“Nothing can help me, nothing,” she said, pulling up into sitting position. She sat, hands out in front of her, gripping the ground, her yellow creampuff dress poofing out in all directions. “He’s lost to me, I can’t believe what I just saw. I-I tried. But I just don’t have the heart! I couldn’t bear to peek back in those pink doors and see such a sight that would burn my very eyes! I don’t deserve anything as cruel as this! Even if love must come at a price, this is simply too expensive! I cannot stand to waste my family fortune on this! I would rather buy all the manga in the world!!”

She whirled around then, and looked accusingly at the girl-Ellen, whatever. “And of all people to help! You just submerged yourself in the falseness of-of-of!”

She jumped up, swished to the camera (if there was one). “THE HOST CLUB.” Then she melted back to the ground, and curled up into a ball.

“Kaoru-chan…” she said inaudibly.