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Part Three For the next two weeks at least one member of the host club came to visit you everyday. For the most part, it was the twins who visited. On the days they couldn't make it, it was usually Kyouya or Tamaki and Haruhi would would keep you company one the mundane days spent in the hospital room and outside in the gardens. On the days Honey and Mori came to visit, you found yourself snacking on the delicious sweets that Honey would present you. Every once in a while, much to your surprise, the entire club would come visit. Those days were your favorites. You enjoyed the shenanigans that the Club would bring with them. However, it was o

Part Two It took some time to get down to the gardens. Fitting seven people and a person in a wheelchair inside an elevator wasn't as easy as it sounded, not that that was easy either. However, as soon as you reached the door to the courtyard, you felt your spirits rise. The outdoor light blinded you at first, the sunlight stunning your senses for just a moment. As your vision grew accustomed to the outdoors, you were able to see more and more of what was around you. Bit by bit, your lips pulled into a small smile that eventually turned into a large, ecstatic grin. The gardens were a series of vast winding paths, walled by vibrantly colored

PART ONE The chime of the doorbell was the only sound that disturbed the quiet morning in the Ootori Household. Maids looked up curiously from their work, curious as to who the visitors would be. Yet Frank, the old aging butler, knew exactly who it was that was going to disturb his young master's slumber so early in the day. As soon as he had cracked open the door, a head of startling blonde hair peeked inside the house, a wide smile on his lips. "Kyouya~!!!" And upstairs, still curled in his comforter, the young Ootori sighed a long, heaving breath. Followed by the rest of the Ouran Host Club, Tamaki Suoh strode past Frank and into the m

 You stood frozen in the empty hallway, staring at your phone in fearful shock. No less than twenty four messages, from the same unknown number. All containing a bittersweet mixture of endearments and threats. This had been going on for about a week, now, slowly getting worse and worse. At first you were a little flattered that you had a secret admirer with a sense of humor. Then as the texts and notes and calls slowly became more and more desperate and violent, you started to get creeped out, and were now intensely afraid. A massive shudder ran down your spine, and you slowly, impulsively turned to look behind you. No one, thank god. You t