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[tunafanatic]

[Have one (1) very androgynous girl, flipping through the pages of the journal as she wanders down an elegantly arched corridor, Paradisa. She seems bothered, but not incredibly so: had she just stumbled upon some hidden wing of Ouran Academy?]

This is troublesome, to say the least.

[She drums her fingers against one of the journal pages and

Comments

1/idek god what even

[daddyhost]

[Sneaking around the corridors, trying to gain surveillance footage of wrong-doers to take to Ranka so they could rescue Haruhi, Tamaki didn't even realise that his journal was open.]

[daddyhost]

HARUHI!

[daddyhost]

HARUHIIIIIIIIIIIIII! NEVER FEAR, DADDY IS HERE!

[daddyhost]

[His final 'I' was barely dying away when he was struck with another thought... bleak and immediate...]

[daddyhost]

~TAMAKI BRAIN THEATRE~

[Tamaki, blonde hair whipped around his face by the magical breeze that blew just to accentuate the drama of the moment, was running down the corridors towards that voice.

"SENPAI! PLEASE HELP ME, I'M SO FRIGHTENED AND LOST!"

Heart aching in his chest, he ran faster and faster towards his goal, imagining the pain his darling Haruhi would be in without him. But... when he got there, she was nowhere to be found.

AN ILLUSION!

A TRICK BY THIS EVIL CASTLE! A MIRAGE OF PERFECTION DESIGNED TO PLAY WITH HIS MIND!]

[daddyhost]

[He is frozen in place, breathing stopped as his body crumbled into dust.

He had believed...

She had...]

[daddyhost]

...Haru... hi...

[daddyhost]

Haruhi...

[daddyhost]

[His knees hit the floor with a dull thunk, fingers curling painfully on the cold stone of the corridor.]

[daddyhost]

[Voice trembling with emotion, chest tight with anger and pain, he hisses at his journal in anger.]

How dare you make me believe this? HOW DARE YOU PLAY WITH MY MIND!

Done - 26/26

[daddyhost]

1/2

[tunafanatic]

[This is Haruhi.

This is Haruhi, holding the journal by one corner and out at arm's length, because Tamaki's voice has just started shouting at her from it. What? This doesn't even make sense. What is he even talking about?

Wait.

It's Tamaki.

She probably doesn't want to know.

Haruhi pulls the journal back to her, scrunching her nose as she peers down at the page.]

2/2

[tunafanatic]

Senpai?

Is someone bothering you?

[daddyhost]

Stop this cruel torture, I will not let you invade my brain!

[tunafanatic]

How are we even talking through this thing? Is this one of your gadgets?

[Haruhi: eternally unfazed by the bizarre.]

[daddyhost]

It's not really you, Haruhi.